by Cari Quinn
He alternated between her breasts, nibbling with enough force to mark. She ate up all of it, writhing beneath him and letting out a breathy moan when Tony pressed his hand against the yellow triangle of satin that covered her mound. It was already wet and fragrant with her arousal.
“She’s ready for your cock,” Tony said, shocked at how steady he sounded. He’d never thought he could go for something like this, but apparently he was wrong. He was more than prepared to watch his best friend slide inside the woman he loved.
There. He’d admitted it to himself at least. How much more would it take to say those words to her?
Maybe after tonight he’d be able to go for it. If seeing her make love with Cale didn’t spur him on to confess his feelings, he didn’t know what would.
Cale slipped his hand into Marcia’s panties. She purred her agreement as he circled her clit, a smile crossing his face. “Hell yeah, you are, aren’t you, Blondie?”
“Oh yeah.” She canted her hips and shoved down her underwear, tossing them off her toes with abandon. Without shame she parted her thighs, revealing the glistening blonde strip of hair that proved how excited she was. When Cale leaned down to drag the tip of his tongue along her slit, she shuddered. “I’m so damn ready.”
“Good. Me too.” Cale retrieved his jeans and dug a condom out of his wallet. He forced it over his erection before kneeling between Marcia’s legs. “You sure?” he asked her.
She couldn’t nod fast enough. “Very.” Then they both glanced at Tony.
“Just do it. Once we get this first time over with, we can have some fun.” Tony grinned and settled beside Marcia, propping his head on his hand to watch the show.
“Who says we’re not having fun now?” Cale asked.
“Just fuck her already. She wants it. She’s begging for it.” Tony nipped Marcia’s taut nipple. She cried out and palmed the back of his head, holding him in place while he lightly bit her flesh. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?” he asked around a mouthful of her breast.
“Yes. God, yes,” she hissed. Cale gripped his shaft and slid it through the wetness saturating her pussy, gliding up and down while she clutched the sheets. He took his sweet time, finally entering her in one smooth, deep thrust that made Marcia gasp. “Oh my…wow.”
Tony released her nipple and laughed at her stunned expression. Cale had quite the reputation at pleasing the ladies but witnessing it up close and personal as he began to rock in and out of Marcia’s tight sex drove the point home.
It wasn’t as if Tony doubted his own ability to get his girlfriend off. He knew he kept her happy sexually. This was just another flavor of ice cream, a new experience for her to add to her roster. Better yet, it was one he could enjoy with her.
He sidled down the bed and dragged the edge of his teeth over her stomach as she locked her legs around Cale’s waist. Her moan gratified him more than words. That sound was all for him, especially when he reached down to pinch her swollen clit. She jerked, her eyes closing on another long moan.
“Tony,” she whispered.
“Hmm, baby?” He couldn’t stop watching Cale glide in and out of her pussy. The erotic noises of their bodies moving together caused his own cock to stiffen painfully against his jeans. Pretty soon he’d need to undo them and get some room.
“I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Shit,” Cale muttered, pulling out and surging even deeper and harder than before.
No fucking wonder. Marcia looked sexy as hell with her sheer yellow robe bunched around her arms and her plump pink lips parted. Her nipples stood straight up, dark red and needy, and she rocked in perfect harmony with Cale as if they’d been together hundreds of times. Add in a few naughty commands and both guys were completely under her spell.
Just the way she liked it, Tony realized as she smiled and motioned for him to stand.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” she murmured, eliciting twin groans of impassioned pain from the men she had at her mercy.
Tony stumbled to his feet and fought with his buckle and zipper, finally managing to fumble his aroused length out of his shorts. She gripped his shaft and rubbed him back and forth over her lips while Cale steadily powered in and out of her sex.
It felt like the heat in her eyes was all for Tony. Though she shared her body with his best friend, as she opened her mouth and sucked his cock into her wet warmth, her expression revealed more than words ever could.
Sharing this moment with Cale proved so much more than that his girlfriend and Cale had the hots for each other. It also served as something other than fodder for her sex advice book. What it showed more than anything was that he and Marcia were rock solid. Their relationship could take this, because they were strong together. Finally.
Maybe, just maybe, she loved him too.
Inhaling a long breath, Tony leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the pink highlighter she’d used to mark up her career skills book. Though she didn’t stop nuzzling his erection, her smile turned quizzical.
“Thought one of us should take notes,” he explained, uncapping the highlighter while Cale’s thrusts made Marcia’s hips practically levitate off the mattress. “For your book,” he added, noting her eyes had glazed in the way they always did just before she was about to come. He’d looked into them so many nights while they were making love, wanting to keep that connection between them every possible moment. Now he would get to watch her climax from Cale’s efforts and enjoy that too.
“The book,” she agreed in a throaty whisper in between long swipes of her tongue along his hard-on. “Right.”
Grinning, Tony wrote one word on her abdomen. “I’m sure that will help bring back your memory later on.”
“Oh, don’t think I—” She broke off, gasping when Cale shoved her legs toward her chest and started hammering deep.
Tony pressed his cock harder against her lips, determined to give her a fantasy she wouldn’t forget. His Marcia got a thrill from a side of submission just as she did from the occasional round of dominance. “Suck me,” he demanded, pivoting his hips until she took him all the way in.
He wanted to feel every one of her cries around his stiff flesh and she didn’t disappoint. The first whimper vibrated over the head of his cock followed by a burst of pleasure that made his balls ache. Her body started to thrash against the sheets but she didn’t stop sucking him. Each one of her moans moved through his groin up and up his spine, setting off little sizzling sparks all along the way.
“Fuck!” Cale’s sudden euphoric grunt cut through their unsteady breaths. Tony turned his head just in time to watch his friend’s eyes drop to half-mast, his strokes already out of control. “She’s fucking amazing,” Cale managed, his voice about three octaves lower than usual.
“You like that pussy?” Tony asked for Marcia’s benefit—and his own, since she was now working his cock with long, wet pulls.
“Oh hell yeah. She’s heaven.” Apparently she squeezed around Cale’s cock, because he let loose with another string of expletives. “Jesus. She could crush a coconut.”
Tony snorted out a laugh, knowing exactly what he meant. And hearing his friend describe his girl’s snug cunt only increased his longing to get back inside her. Bare, like he’d been earlier. Just them, flesh-on-flesh.
Marcia sighed when Tony reached down to thumb her clit. Ah yeah, she’d be going off in a heartbeat. He circled faster. She was so swollen, so wet.
So unspeakably arousing.
He grimaced when Cale surged way deep, since that put his best friend’s cock in close proximity with his hand. What he did for true love. Then Marcia reached up to roll Tony’s sensitized sac between her fingers and the array of sparklers that went off behind his closed lids made up for anything that skirted over his comfort zone.
“Sweetheart, you…” Tony took a breath and opened his eyes. “Gonna swallow?”
She nodded vigorously. Damn good thing. He’d be coming soon. So soon he didn’t know if he’d outlast his b
alls-of-steel best friend. But he couldn’t get annoyed at his current lack of control. Or maybe ever again. Not while her silky, sexy mouth was savoring every inch of him as if she’d never given him head before.
Wench. Vixen. Goddess. He’d probably call her all three before the night was through.
Just when Tony was sure no amount of times tables recited in his head would help him stave off the insistent pressure building in his balls, Cale slammed into her so hard that even Tony winced. Not Marcia. Her face contorted in utter bliss as Cale came in hard spasms that racked his body. Tony yanked his hand back just before his friend fell forward on top of Marsh.
After a moment, Cale rolled to the side. “Fuck, Blondie, you’re so goddamn hot.”
She smiled around Tony’s cock and kept working her lover like a pro. Sweet suction like hers was something a man could never forget. And from the flush of arousal darkening her cheeks, she took as much pleasure from the act as she gave.
While his frantic breathing slowed, Cale watched them. He reached up to smooth the damp blonde curls away from her face, holding her hair back so she could lean up to deep throat Tony like the devious angel she was.
“Fucking hell,” Tony stroked her clit and hoped his fingers weren’t as clumsy as they felt. “Right there. Dammit. Marsh.” Then she swallowed the head and it was over. “Hell yeah, baby,” he groaned, pushing his way into her throat until she quivered beneath him.
He couldn’t hold back the hot flood of his orgasm or his need to shove his fingers into all that tight, drenched warmth between her legs. They came together, or else she put on a good show, clasping his fingers deep inside while his cock pulsed out the last of his release. So sexy. He wanted to lick up every drop of juice that soaked into the sheets before he made her lose her mind all over again.
“Such a delicious cock you have. It’s all mine, isn’t it?” His nod drained him of the last of his strength. She laughed, sounding as light and free as a summer day. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” She gave him a leisurely bath with her lips and tongue before nudging Cale over so Tony had room to collapse beside them.
There weren’t words. What could they say? So much more than sex had transpired tonight and trying to give voice to it would be like trying to capture a candle flame in a closed fist. Explaining or analyzing it would only snuff out the fire quicker.
Or burn someone.
Tony closed his eyes, unable to resist the heavy weight of sleep. He felt too damn good. Comfortable. Happy.
Marcia shifted beside him and he cracked open an eyelid as she peered down at her belly then at him. “Hot? That’s the note you wrote?”
He chuckled and tucked her against him. “Pretty much sums it up, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” Though Tony had been sure he’d passed out, Cale roused enough to answer in the affirmative. “Now fucking go to sleep.”
Laughing, Marcia cuddled into Tony’s chest while he reached over to flick out the light. “Nap,” she whispered, licking Tony’s nipple. “No one’s sleeping through my fantasy.”
“Nap,” Tony agreed, wondering what his vixen had in mind for them next.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
Chapter Six
Marcia flicked her tongue against hard flesh and sighed. What a way to wake up.
“You’re incredible,” Cale whispered, drawing her into the welcoming shelter of his arms. “What’s next, Blondie?”
“Hmm, choices, choices.” She snuggled against him and delighted in the wonderful turn her life had taken. They’d given her so much tonight, not the least of which was multiple orgasms. Realizing she didn’t feel Tony’s solid warmth behind her, she glanced over her shoulder. It was still full dark outside. “Where’s Tony?”
“Went to go get some greasy food from that diner down the block.” Cale chuckled and buried his nose in her hair. “Apparently someone he knows and loves always likes a hearty meal after sex.”
Some part of her brain dinged a warning. Loves? Really? As much as she wanted to prod Cale for information, she tamped down on the urge. He probably didn’t mean anything by what he’d said anyway. “Mama Rosa’s has the best four-cheese and mushroom omelets you’ve ever had. Add some home fries smothered in ketchup and mmm.”
He laughed and reached down to rub her ass. “I’m so glad you don’t do that usual female thing and pretend you only like salad.”
“I did for a long time. Thirty-eight years plus, in fact.” She shrugged and rolled on her back. “Then I left the Nook and said what the hell. Why not eat two rolls with dinner if I wanted them? Why not skip a punishing run to walk through the park and check out the flowers?”
“Life’s too short.”
“It really is. I guess in some ways I took it too far because I still don’t have a job and I’ve had to buy bigger clothes. But you know what? I’m closer to happy than I’ve ever been. I used to hate my body.” She sighed and stared at the ceiling. Poor Cale probably regretted commenting on her lust for food. “Even when I was a size two, it wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t good enough.”
“You’re beautiful. You always have been. The first time I saw you…” He whistled and she grinned. “Shit, the things I wanted to do with you are probably illegal in twenty states.”
“So why didn’t you make a move? Tony and I weren’t seeing each other yet.”
Shortly thereafter, however, they had been. A trip to the Nook’s storeroom to unearth some books had led to Tony offering to give her some help. About ten minutes after that he’d helped her to the fastest orgasm she’d ever had. The guy had talents that any woman would be lucky to experience.
For weeks, they’d met every few days in that storeroom. Half his allure had been that he’d been so young, and hot, and Italian. Italian men just did it for her. Christ, those dark eyes of his could do her in all on their own. The other half had been how damn sweet he was. He had his foibles like anyone but he always brought his mom flowers and totally got why women needed chocolate during certain times of the month.
Even so, at that point she hadn’t considered actually dating him. A woman in her upper thirties with a guy in his twenties was a cliché waiting to happen. She didn’t want a bagel boy like some of the older female celebrities. What she wanted was a real man and a real relationship that included more than sex. Someone she could just hang out and laugh with, discuss current events and anything else.
At first she’d been sure Tony could fill only one role in her life. Sexually, he was golden. Then he’d asked her out—to a picnic in the park while the symphony was playing—and told her all about his degree in art history and how he adored working in a bookstore and couldn’t snap up enough of their latest non-fiction releases. Granted, they’d ended the night in his bed, after getting there via a few heated stops in the hallway, but she’d soon realized he had a lot more going for him than being good in the sack. It had taken them a while to get it right but lately things had been wonderful between them.
He trusted her enough to let her sleep with his best friend, for God’s sake. Falling for him had been a slow process, but she’d tumbled deep. And hard. Was still falling, actually.
Cale slid his hand up and down her arm, reminding her he still hadn’t answered her question. “Sore subject?” she asked.
“No.” He flicked his gaze up to hers. “I might’ve, if you hadn’t been Spence’s sister.”
“I didn’t know you knew that then. We kept it quiet around the store.”
“He told me. Think it slipped out accidentally one day but I picked up on the secrecy and didn’t say anything to anyone.” He tweaked her nipple and grinned. “As much as I wanted to ask why you were incognito, I let it lie.”
“Long story.”
“About?”
She tipped her chin toward the ceiling and considered how much she should tell him. He’d been inside her body. Shouldn’t that give him more access to the rest of her too? Regardless, she wouldn’t violate her brother’s privacy.
“Something happened a few years ago, with Diana. Let’s just say it taught me the value of using my married name.”
“Oh, the evil Diana. All roads lead back to her.”
His amused tone made her mouth twist. “You don’t know her.”
“I do know she’s got one hell of a rack.” He laughed at Marcia’s squint. “No, I don’t know her. Since I’ve been working early mornings, I hardly ever even see her. We’ve spoken, what, maybe two times in the past year?” He shrugged. “She signs my checks. Good enough for me.”
“You do know it’s tacky to comment on another woman’s cleavage while you’re in bed with me, right?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you mentioned how much you love Tony’s cock. I’d rather not hear all the nitty-gritty details but the sentiment wouldn’t bother me.”
The guy had a point. They weren’t an item, just enjoying each other for a night. Still she tried not to feel jealous, especially when she knew two things without doubt. Her own rack was pretty damn impressive and he wasn’t lying about Diana’s. Plus Cale was a male and breasts were a known weak spot.
He also didn’t have a clue what he was talking about when it came to Diana Serpent Sinclair.
“There’s a lot more to her than meets the eye,” she said quietly.
“Isn’t there with most people? Doesn’t mean she’s a bad person. What makes a person bad anyway?” He skated his hand down her stomach, though he knew she wasn’t seeing her. His gaze was too distant.
Clearly the quality of Diana’s rack wasn’t all that important. Not when Cale obviously had much deeper concerns on his mind. “So why did Spencer being my brother matter that much?”
He shrugged. “I told you I owed him. That included not hitting on his sister.”
“His sister might’ve liked it,” she teased, squeezing his biceps.
“Yeah, but you were meant for Tony. He deserves someone like you.”
“You really think so?” Hearing the grittiness in her voice, she cleared her throat. It wasn’t often someone acted as if she could be good for someone. She’d spent most of her life cast as the wanton bad girl and she hadn’t minded. Bad girls did have more fun. But she also didn’t mind Cale thinking she might be a positive influence in Tony’s life. That was kind of amazing. “I…jeez, I don’t know what to say. Except thank you.”