After lathering their sponge and mitt, Jack and Ty both began to wash her, running their soapy shower tools over incredibly soft skin. Jack kneeled, concentrating on her round hips, her narrow waist and slender stomach, her lovely pussy. He glanced up to see Ty rake his sponge across her breasts, her taut nipples peeking through the bubbles.
Jack could have taken his time washing her forever, exploring her every curve with quiet fascination, but he could tell from the way she bit her lip that she was getting excited and maybe even a little impatient, and he reminded himself that tonight was about sharing her, and delivering her to ultimate ecstasy. So, reaching for the handheld shower head, he began to rinse the soap from her naked body. “Damn, darlin’, you look good wet,” he rasped, studying the details of her shape as he washed the suds away. He focused his gaze on little things—her small, sexy navel, the swell of her hip, the curve of her shoulder, the slight sway of her breasts.
“I want to take you both to bed now,” she said, her voice low but potent.
He raised his admiring eyes to hers. “Now who’s impatient?” he teased.
She smiled playfully, as if acknowledging that she had that coming.
But Jack wasn’t inclined to make her suffer—no, this was her night for pleasure. So he reached behind him to turn off the water, and then grabbed the towels.
A few minutes later, she lay in the middle of his bed, Jack and Ty sandwiching her in-between.
His heartbeat took on the rhythm of a freight train just watching her turn to draw Ty into a passionate kiss. There was something indelibly arousing about her knowledge that he was there, watching, just like at Club Venus when she’d gotten those hot, sexy lap dances. He knew she sought her own sensual delights from it all, and he loved that—but he also knew it was almost like a gift she was giving him, an analogy which certainly fit this particular liaison. He’d told her of his old, never-fulfilled fantasy, and twenty-four hours later, here she was, letting him live it.
Pulling up close behind her, he wrapped one arm around her to caress her lovely breasts while she made out with Ty. He nestled his hard cock in the warm valley of her ass and kissed her shoulders, her back. Ty explored her body, too—his hands roaming her curves, passing over Jack’s hands a time or two and bringing home once more the exciting reality that they were sharing a woman. To his surprise, even Ty’s touch felt electric in this circumstance—the awareness hardening Jack’s shaft still more as he rubbed it against her sweet ass.
After a time, Liz rolled, turning into his arms. “Want to kiss you now,” she murmured and he lowered his mouth over sweetly swollen rose-colored lips. Her kiss was erotic, curious, seeking—it said she wanted more of this raw, carnal experience.
He kissed her with all the passion inside him as he caressed her large, round breasts in his hands, and again, Ty’s fingers passed over his as he explored her. Finally, Jack eased down her body, kissing each pretty nipple and her lovely, soft stomach, working his way to where he could part her legs. She rolled on her back to let him and he shifted his gaze to Ty. “Come down here with me and take a look at this jolie pussy.”
Ty slid down the bed until they were side by side between Liz’s widespread thighs, studying her naked flesh.
“Have you ever seen a sweeter sight?” he asked his bon ami.
Ty looked near to drooling. “It’s fucking beautiful.”
“I know,” Jack said, his body aching with the intensity of sharing this most private part of her with Ty. He could barely breathe as he reached out both hands to gently part her flesh, revealing the wet pink center.
“Damn,” Ty uttered as a little fluid trickled from her opening.
“Lick it up,” Jack said on impulse.
Ty followed the command, bending to rake his tongue thoroughly over the parted lips of her cunt. He paused afterward, as if awaiting further instruction, and when Jack didn’t give any, Ty began lapping at her pink expanse with big, wide strokes of his tongue that made her breath come hard. Jack glanced up to see her watching them over her breasts, which she molded and squeezed in her slender hands.
“That’s right,” Jack murmured. “Lick her pussy. Lick up all that sweet juice.”
Ty worked diligently at his task, although he concentrated his efforts on her opening, not her clit—and that was how Jack wanted it. He didn’t want her to come again for a while; now that she’d shown him just how good stretching things out could be, he wanted to turn the tables on her.
Yet just the same, that hot clit of hers called to him. It looked practically erect, standing at attention at the top of her cunt. He decided to give her just a little attention there—not enough to get her off, but enough to keep her on edge.
As Ty’s busy tongue worked below, Jack raked his own over her stiff little knob. She let out a loud whimper and arched herself toward their mouths. Jack closed his lips over her clit and sucked gently. His beautiful chere practically howled with pleasure, reminding him once more that he wanted to stretch this out, prolonging her delights. He drew his mouth back and delivered one more tiny lick across her swollen nub—only this time his tongue met Ty’s.
An unexpected ribbon of shock and something more rippled through him. They both went still, their faces close together over her wide open mound. Fuck, what was that?
His eyes were closed as he licked her clit again—and once more his tongue collided gently with Ty’s as his friend licked upward on her.
This time Jack didn’t stop, didn’t examine, just resumed licking her. Licking her and letting the tip of his tongue meet up against Ty’s at the end of each stroke. Strange, searing pleasure. Something he didn’t want to feel, but there it was—the sensation that both Liz and Ty were his lovers in that moment. The biting urge to lift his mouth to Ty’s, but he didn’t do that—just let the close licking continue, just let Liz’s sweet sounds from above intoxicate him, take him away from thought, immerse him entirely into the act of sex.
Finally, he made himself stop, because he still didn’t want her to come yet. He wanted her whimpers of pleasure to go on for a very long time. He drew back, but still held her open for Ty, felt her moisture on his fingers—and liked it.
When he suspected his poor, sweet Liz was going crazy from the tongue bath, he pulled his hands away from her cunt and Ty ended his ministrations. When Ty rose up, his face was wet with her. She seemed to notice, too—she looked at him and licked her lips, pinched her nipples. “Want to suck you both,” she whispered into the warm night air. “Let me.”
She made no move from where she lay, so both men positioned themselves so that their cocks jutted out over her face. She reached up and wrapped one hand around each erection, looking positively ravenous and filled with lust. Her look shot straight to Jack’s shaft, making him think he could die of pleasure just watching her like this.
She angled her head first toward him, taking his erection between her pretty lips. Damn, so good—he couldn’t contain the groan that leaked out when her lips closed firm around him. She sucked him hard and thorough, taking him full in her mouth and moving in slick, rapid rhythm over his length even as she slid her hand up and down Ty’s cock, inches away. A moment later, she traded, eagerly sucking Ty’s shaft into her mouth in the same fashion and making him growl with heat as she continued working her hand on Jack. Jack had never seen her look so wanton and wild, so unceasingly hungry for what lay between their thighs. Oh, how this woman had abandoned her old self with him. He wasn’t sure if it really had to do with him, or if it was as he’d once accused her—a way of getting back at Todd, or if some clock had just been set inside her to make her lose her every inhibition at the precise moment in time they’d met, but his ego liked to think he’d done this, he’d loosed her sensual side, he’d brought her to a place where pleasure knew no bounds.
And he was in love with her, damn it. No fucking denying it now. Looking down on her as she moved her sweet, hot mouth back and forth between his cock and Ty’s, he knew he loved her. He love
d her when she blushed timidly; he loved her when she sucked his best friend’s cock for all she was worth. He loved her when she let go of everything her past had instilled in her, trading it for pure carnal pleasure. He loved her for going for it completely, and for turning him on like no woman had ever come close to turning him on before. No other woman would ever have this effect on him, he knew.
All at once, as if she suddenly could no longer decide whose hard-on she wanted in her mouth, she stopped and pulled on both of them, pulled them in even closer and they had no choice but to let her. She pulled the two cocks together until their heads touched and then she licked at them as if they were one.
Jack couldn’t help trembling. So much sensation—physical, visual, visceral. She wrapped her sweet, lovely little mouth around the heads of both shafts then, each of them entering at one corner of her mouth. Watching her was fucking astounding. Feeling the wetness of her mouth on him as she rubbed their cocks together inside was nearly too much to take.
Yet somehow he steeled himself and did take it, because he knew this was a moment that would never come back to him and, like her, he wanted to experience it, every bit of it, even the parts that surprised the hell out of him, like how damn good Ty’s hard shaft felt against his own.
Just then she released them from her mouth, but not from her grip—she held their cocks together, rubbed them one against the other like they were sticks of wood and she was trying to start a fire. And still Jack trembled, and Ty was breathing, “God. Oh God,” letting his head fall back in ecstasy, and she said in a small but intent voice, “You two are so beautiful together, do you know that? Your cocks are beautiful like this.”
He felt the warm rush of delight that came with pleasing her, imagined she must feel something like he felt watching her with Felicia at the strip club the other night.
“And you, chere,” he managed to say, “are so incredibly hot I almost can’t stand it.”
“Are you going to come soon?” she asked from below, still scissoring the two hard rods together.
He looked at Ty, who was peering back, and was honest—as honest as being with Liz had somehow taught him to be. “If we keep this up—yeah, any minute.”
“Do you want to come like this?” she asked, her voice gone breathy.
He managed a sort of strangled laugh. “I think you probably want us to, and if that’s what you want, darlin’, sure…but I really want a hell of a lot more of you first.”
At this, she released them both and they leaned back to a more relaxed position. He met her gaze, then Ty’s. No point in denying he’d just been aroused as hell by his best friend’s cock on his—Ty seemed to know it, too; his bon ami just looked at him with the same glassy-eyed passion he’d been wearing on his face the last hour or so.
“All right,” she said gently. “Have me.”
Chapter 9
She lay between them in the rumpled sheets, her back to Ty, her front to Jack, all of them bare from head to toe. She felt wrung out from all the sex already—not just physically, but in her mind, too. Things had happened that she’d never decided to let happen. She’d never made a conscious decision to lie between their big beautiful shafts and suck them so brazenly. She’d never made a conscious decision to bring their cocks together the way she had, to make them move against each other whether they wanted to or not. The reckless wantonness had seemed to spread through her like a disease, taking her over, making her surrender every ounce of the self she knew to make way for the sexual being she had become with them.
And yet, like everything else she’d experienced with Jack, she didn’t regret it, couldn’t regret it. He’d opened so many doors to her, and this, tonight, was simply following her body’s lead, succumbing to her darker self. A self that seemed to drive Jack mad with passion, a self that reveled in all she was experiencing, so how could she harbor regrets as she lay sandwiched between two muscular male bodies? She couldn’t—that simple. She could only drink it in, experience still more of it and let the freedom of it fill her with hedonistic joy.
She kissed Jack—a series of soft, sexy tongue kisses—as both men ran their strong hands over her receptive body. No curve went untouched, unexplored—and twice the amount of sensation from any normal liaison flooded her sensitive body.
Jack’s big, beautiful cock was nestled against her pussy, warm and arousing. Behind her, Ty’s rubbed in the center of her ass, creating an indelible friction when she moved against them both. Sweet sensation from the front, from the back, front, back, front, back—more, I need so much more.
Her slick movements brought Jack’s cock deeper into her slit until finally it lodged just where she wanted it, against her clit. Behind her, Ty’s hard shaft eased against her time and again, slowly moving lower, lower, one sweet gentle thrust against the little fissure of her ass, and then lower still, until he was pushing against her opening and finally got inside. She cried out lightly at his entry—that immediate filling-up always caught her off guard with a combination of shock and sheer pleasure.
The way the three of them moved together was just as passionate as either of their earlier encounters, yet slower, more controlled. There was something soft about it, as if they’d grown used to the combination of three now and could settle into a more leisurely sort of fucking.
To kiss Jack as another man fucked her was unbelievably sensuous. She thought he felt it, too—their kisses took on a new life, a new meaning somehow. Whereas once they’d not kissed so much, now a kiss seemed the ultimate form of affection.
Of course, having his cock wedged against her clit so tightly was what really drove her toward orgasm. But no, she thought—it wasn’t just that. It was all of it. It was being filled by Ty, it was having her pussy so gently assaulted from both directions, it was the very act of welcoming two men to her body at once, it was the sharing. Between her and Jack. Just as when she’d been with the strippers at Club Venus—so much of her pleasure had been about simply sharing it with Jack, simply experiencing it along with him.
When she came, it was long and somehow gentle yet intense. She leaned her head back, moaned her release, drank in the sensations of each man thrusting at her as the orgasm radiated out through her body. Low, searing pulses echoing through her like sonar. Yes, yes.
Ty came next, just after her, pulling out with a hot groan that rippled all through her, murmuring, “Now, now…ah yeah. Yeah.” She practically growled when his semen spattered her in three hot bursts, and she relished his labored breath when he finally rolled to his back behind her, spent.
The moment Ty withdrew, she wanted Jack inside her. But she didn’t even need to say it—they all three seemed to know the final act of this play would be his. She rolled gently to her back in Ty’s arms. He wrapped around her, held her breasts in his hands, as Jack parted her legs. He reached between her thighs, up under, to her ass, and his fingers came away wet with white fluid, which he smeared on one breast. Another swipe and her other breast was wet—he left Ty to rub it in as he pushed his strong cock into her cunt.
Oh God—having Jack inside her felt so immensely right. Being fucked by Ty had been wonderful, but Jack was the man who had freed her, and taken such wonderful care of her. Jack was the man she was in love with. His big, beautiful shaft pumped into her hard and sweet as he kissed her—her mouth, her neck. His hands roamed her hips, sides, finally gripping firmly onto her breasts, still damp with Ty’s come.
“This won’t take long, chere,” he breathed close to her ear. “Too much excitement tonight.”
“That’s all right,” she promised. “Just fuck me hard and deep and don’t stop until you explode.”
At her prodding, Jack’s cock pounded into her with even more force. She cried out with each punishing stroke, caught in a place of near pleasure/pain he fucked her so intensely. Above her, his teeth were clenched, his eyes feral slits of darkness. She spread her legs wider, wanting more and more of him inside her—deep, hard.
“Oh!” she whi
mpered when one of Ty’s hands dropped from her breast to her pussy. Yes, yes, he rubbed her clit as Jack pummeled her with the most severely pleasurable fuck of her life. “Mmm,” she moaned as Ty’s fingers moved in brisk, vigorous motions over her clitoris. “God, yes,” she breathed, thinking—soon, soon, oh, she was going to come, so damn hard.
“Is that good, baby, the way you like it?” Ty asked from behind.
“Mmm, yes!” She fucked his fingers as much as she fucked Jack’s cock, and the idea of his hand being so very near to Jack’s erection, wondering if there were instances when he was touching Jack, too, was the impetus that pushed her over the edge.
“Ohhhh!” she cried as the short but brutal climax broke, echoing fiercely through her whole body.
“That’s right, honey, come for us,” Ty urged.
She drove her cunt harder against both means of stimulation—Yes! Yes! Yes!—until, when she least expected it, Jack yelled, too.
“Ah, me, too, baby! Here I go!” He drove himself even deeper into her, his eyes shut in ecstasy, grunting a release that seemed as powerful as hers had been. “I’m comin’ in you, darlin’, I’m comin’ so fuckin’ hard for you!” His powerful strokes continued to pummel her, bury her, making her close her eyes and see new colors…until finally they eased, stopped, and the only sound was that of heavy breathing; hers, his, Ty’s.
Jack bracketed her face with his hands and kissed her, firm and long, and then finally he withdrew as, together, they all collapsed in an exhausted heap.
* * * * *
The next day was Monday—which brought a rather rude awakening to an utterly astounding weekend for Liz. Ty was gone when they woke and she would have loved to snuggle with Jack for awhile, but Monday, of course, meant work, and she knew she’d never make it on time.
“You could just wear your sexy red dress,” Jack teased her from bed as she washed up in the bathroom. “I’m sure the men in your office would enjoy it as much as I did.”
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