The Engagement Gift

by Lauren Blakely

  But his name didn’t follow. Instead, a command did.

  “Lick them. Suck them, Jake.”

  I smiled like the dirty bastard I was. Hearing his name from her like that didn’t bother me. Surprisingly, it turned me on more, because it was her.

  This was how she was. Who she was. A woman who took control of her body and her desires. A woman who reveled in them.

  “Yes, so good,” she moaned.

  There was no room for jealousy or possession tonight—only pleasure.

  He bent his head to her breasts, sucking on her rosy nipples, as I moved down her body, tugging at the top of her lace panties.

  She wriggled against my hands, and I leaned closer, licking a path across the edge of the lace then tugging it down, exposing the top of her cheeks.

  “I love that, Finn. Love it so much.”

  My name on her lips made my dick twitch.

  Her breathing turned faster, her pants intensifying. As I glanced up, I saw my best friend’s face buried in the valley of her tits.

  The moment was beyond surreal.

  I ought to be a towering inferno of jealousy.

  I wasn’t at all.

  I was hard as stone, my bones humming with lust as Lily’s noises told me what she needed, as her sounds floated into my ears.

  Just as I was about to tell her what I wanted to do to her, she took the reins once more.

  “I need to see both of you,” she said. “I need you naked. Need to see what I’ve done to your cocks.”

  What the woman wanted, the woman would get.

  10

  Lily

  This was how I imagined it.

  I was lying on top of the covers on the king-size bed, wearing only my soaked panties, my stockings, and my heels.

  And my men were shedding their clothes for me. Ties came unknotted. Shirts were unbuttoned.

  Pants unzipped.

  My right hand—that dirty, greedy bitch—raced down my waist, on a fast track for the ache between my legs. Lazily, I stroked the soaked panel of my panties as they kicked off their pants.

  I breathed the longest sigh of satisfaction in my life as they stood in boxer briefs at the foot of the bed.

  “Show me your cocks. Show me what I’ve done to you,” I instructed, and it was exhilarating. It was intoxicating to issue those commands in this moment.

  Finn stripped first, his hard shaft jutting out, familiar and gorgeous. He gripped the base, stroking it once, showing me a drop of liquid at the head.

  My hips arched, and my mouth watered.

  My eyes drifted to Jake, who took off his briefs, his impressive length greeting me with a full salute.

  Thick, long, and pink. I’d guess about eight inches. Just like Finn’s. Just the way I liked it.

  I licked my lips.

  Jake grinned and gave his length a long, teasing stroke. “You like what you see? Your eyes say you do.”

  Shuddering, I nodded, my fingers picking up the pace.

  Jake’s gaze snapped to my legs. “Your fingers are talking, too.”

  I let out a long moan. “Touch yourselves,” I told them. Because holy hell—this moment was at the top of my fantasies. Two carved bodies, two beautiful men, two proud cocks.

  Two libidos trained on me.

  Finn stroked himself again, and Jake did the same, and I nearly exploded. It was so erotic, so intensely sexy that I could barely take the swirl of desire in my body.

  They were both so manly, so dirty, and they were going to be inside me tonight.

  I dragged my finger along the soaked fabric of my panties, desperate for release. I looked at Finn. “Please go down on me. I need to come. Need to come so badly.”

  “Enough said,” my man replied, and in one swift move, he was on the bed, peeling off my panties and burying his face between my legs. Instantly, I arched off the mattress, my back bowing, my body gripped by pleasure.

  Closing my eyes, I gave in to the wicked sensation of his mouth consuming me. Finn had gone down on me countless times, hundreds of times. Who knew how many? But this felt different. This felt like a devouring. He was consuming my pussy. Eating me, drinking me, lapping me up.

  I writhed, gripping his head, then when I opened my eyes, they slid to Jake, who’d moved to the side of the bed. He stood next to me, staring with hooded eyes, his gaze intense as he stroked his cock faster and faster.

  “That’s not fair,” I pouted.

  Finn looked up but didn’t stop lavishing attention on my aching center.

  Jake lifted a brow. “What’s not fair?”

  “You touching your dick when it could be me.”

  Out of the corner of my vision, I noticed Finn’s eyes twinkle with naughty satisfaction. I lifted my hand, beckoning Jake closer, then I wrapped my palm around his shaft.

  He was hot to the touch, the skin so smooth over the hard steel of him. He shuddered as I touched him, then pumped into me as I stroked faster, tightening my hand into a fist.

  Finn sped up, too, and I wasn’t going to last long. I was close, so close. My muscles tightened, my belly coiling, a signal that I was about to enter the promised land.

  Finn spread his palms across my thighs, opening me wider as he devoured me with a fierce and wild sort of determination. As for Jake, he moaned and rocked into my fist. A bead of liquid formed at the head of his cock, and I swiped my thumb over it, then brought my thumb to my lips, licking it off.

  “Fuuuck,” Jake groaned. “That’s so fucking hot.”

  “You taste good,” I told him, and I opened my mouth. “Let me taste more of you.”

  Jake moved one knee to the bed, gripping the headboard with his other hand, and offered me his cock. I rose up on my elbows, ready to take him in as Finn lashed me with his tongue and consumed me with his mouth.

  But I was gripped by a wave of pleasure so powerful, so exquisite, that I couldn’t think.

  Could only cry out in bliss.

  My body was awash in ecstasy as my orgasm stole over me, surprising me as it crashed the party early.

  But I let it, dear God, I let it as Jake took over for me, gripping his cock near my face as I gave in, sinking back onto the covers, thrashing and screaming as I came harder than I expected.

  I moaned, sighing deeply as Finn rose up, wiped a hand across his mouth, then met my gaze. His eyes were wild, heated. He looked like he had a wicked secret.

  He turned to Jake, whose hand had slowed to a lazy rhythm. “Have I told you how good her pussy tastes?”

  Jake’s grin was wry, his voice deadpan. “No, man. You haven’t mentioned that.”

  “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

  11

  Jake

  He didn’t lie.

  He didn’t exaggerate.

  She tasted like honey and salt.

  Like hot, dirty sex and sugar.

  She tasted like a woman who knew her desires.

  She was soaked from the juices of her own orgasm, and her clit was still hard from the climax that had ripped through her less than a minute ago.

  And I had to picture kittens and ducks and baby chicks, because holy shit, I wanted to jack myself as I licked her.

  My dick was leaking, and if she’d gotten my cock in her mouth before, I don’t know that I could have held off from coming.

  Especially when I looked up and saw her taking Finn deep. My eyes nearly popped.

  The lucky fucking bastard.

  She could take a dick, and she could take it all the way, just how I liked it.

  Like a ravenous woman, she sucked him deep. He kneeled beside her, his palms splayed on the headboard, fucking her mouth while I ate her pussy.

  Her delicious, decadent, fantastic pussy.

  My absolute favorite thing to eat. My favorite appetizer, my favorite meal, and my favorite dessert in the whole damn world.

  And a perfect chance to work on getting her ready for the main event.

  As she wrapped her legs around my neck, her h
eels digging into my back, I rubbed my fingers against her wet folds.

  She arched, rocking her hips, letting me know with her body that she liked the direction.

  “Yeah, you’re such a good bad girl,” Finn said as he worked her mouth.

  She was so goddamn good. And so slippery. I slid my finger all the way in and was rewarded with another lift of her hips. I added another finger, and she bucked against me.

  “You’re so fucking good at taking me deep. You make me want to fill your mouth with my come,” he said.

  And I felt her pussy pulse against my lips, felt her thighs tighten against my face. She liked those dirty words. Correction: she loved them, judging from the way her beautiful diamond of a clit hardened further as he talked dirty to her.

  “But I’m not going to let you taste me, baby. You know why?”

  She shook her head as I removed my fingers from her pussy. They were wet enough for my mission.

  “Because you have to come again first. Because I bet Jake wants to know how you taste when you come all over his face,” he said.

  Finn and I hadn’t scripted this. We didn’t plan this out. But I fucking knew what I was doing right now, and Finn did, too. We were playing her body like a cello. We were making her hit the high notes. And a woman like this? Who wanted us both at the same time? There was one surefire way to make her sing.

  I pressed the tip of my finger against her ass. She tensed briefly, but then her knees fell open. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to enter her ass as I licked her pussy. I pushed my finger all the way in.

  Finn must have pulled out of her mouth at that moment, almost as if we had coordinated it, because Lily shrieked, announcing her orgasm like the room was on fire. “Coming, oh God, I’m coming.”

  She came all over my lips, my mouth, my tongue. She came like a champion, and I wanted to give her a gold medal. And myself, too, because I didn’t even have to think about ducks or kittens. I was so focused on her pleasure that I didn’t think about staving off my own. And I let myself savor every second of her orgasm on my face.

  Her second orgasm seemed stronger than the first.

  I resisted thumping my chest. There was no place for that here.

  There was only room for more.

  12

  Lily

  Theoretically, I should have been sated.

  Two insane, toe-curling, sheet-gripping orgasms ought to have been enough to make me grin, stretch, and linger in the afterglow.

  And I was glowing.

  I was absolutely shining from the sheer intensity of the climaxes these men had wrung from my body, one right after the other.

  But I wasn’t sated.

  I was ravenous. A hot, wet mess, and greedy for more.

  Tonight was a door opened to a new land. A place with more pleasure, more desire than I’d ever felt before.

  Finn leaned down and kissed my mouth, but he wasn’t claiming my lips this time. This kiss was tender, and it came with a question. “You ready for the next part, baby?”

  A whoosh of tingles rushed down my body. “Yes. So ready.”

  “We need to make sure. Need to get this perfect body one hundred percent primed,” he said softly as he ran his palm over my belly. Jake joined in with gentle ministrations, skimming his palms over my thighs.

  “Let’s take these shoes off,” Jake murmured, then removed each heel, setting them on the carpeted floor.

  “Leave the stockings on,” I said, because there was nothing sexier than stockings only.

  He smirked. “Of course.”

  Both men settled onto the bed, Finn facing me, Jake moving behind me. Finn reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, handing it to his best friend.

  “Her ass is so spectacular, you’re going to need to numb your dick so you don’t embarrass yourself,” Finn said.

  I felt Jake laugh against my back and mutter, “You’re such an asshole.”

  And I smiled, loving that the two of them could shift so easily from sex gods serving me to buddies who ribbed each other.

  It was another sign that this wouldn’t change us. Any of us. We could be the same.

  I danced my fingertips down Finn’s chest. “How are you doing?”

  Finn gazed at me, his eyes intense. “I’m fantastic. How are you doing, baby?”

  “Amazing,” I whispered.

  “Better than your dirty dreams?” His fingers grazed my belly, as the sound of the top of the lube bottle flicking open landed on my ears.

  I nodded. “Better than Tumblr. Better than porn. Better than all my fantasies.”

  He kissed my nose, murmuring, “Good. Let’s make it even better, then.”

  Jake tapped on my hip. “Move your knee up, Lil.”

  I shifted my leg, hooking it over Finn’s hip as my fiancé’s hand traveled between my legs. Groaning, Finn stroked his fingers along my wet pussy, while Jake curled a hand over one ass cheek.

  I shivered from the twin sensations. Then I moaned as Finn’s fingers glided into my pussy. “She loves being finger-fucked,” he told Jake, and my shiver turned to a full-body shudder as Finn went there again. Talking over me. Talking about me.

  Turned out, I craved that. I relished being not just the object of their physical attention, but the center of their conversation.

  “I know that now,” Jake said wryly. Then in a gruff, knowing tone, he added, “She squirmed like a goddamn champion when my fingers were in her pussy before.”

  Finn seemed to bite back a groan, and I tensed briefly. Had Jake crossed the line by talking about me like he knew my wants, my needs, my desires?

  The answer came in a hot, possessive kiss, as Finn hooked his fingers inside me. But Finn didn’t kiss me angrily. He kissed me fiercely, making the line clear.

  I was his; he was mine.

  “Get her ready,” he growled, barely breaking the kiss to issue a command to his best friend.

  For tonight, I was theirs.

  Jake pressed a finger against my ass, then once more, he pushed inside. I gasped and then groaned at the intrusion, at the fullness.

  They were both finger-fucking me, but this was only the beginning. I’d have to take so much more than fingers. But my God, it felt electric, both of them inside me, both of them making me wetter.

  Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the sensations, to the heavy ache inside, the ache they were both filling.

  The press of their bodies against me was exquisite. Finn and his hard muscles pressed against my breasts, my belly, my legs. Jake and his equally firm, strong body sealed to my back, my ass, my thighs.

  I was sandwiched between them, attention lavished on me by these men.

  And it was my turn again to call the shots. I opened my eyes, swallowed, and said something I’d only imagined in my filthiest fantasies. “Will you both please fuck me now?”

  Finn’s grin was the stuff of wicked legends.

  Slowly, they removed their fingers, and Jake stole away for a moment. The faucet ran in the bathroom as I climbed on Finn, straddling him.

  We hadn’t mapped this out either—this position. But I knew it would be the best one. I’d watched enough, seen plenty.

  I settled over him, gripping his gorgeous shaft in my hand and gazing into his eyes. “Hey,” I whispered.

  “Hey, you.”

  With eyes for him only, I repeated words he’d said to me. “I love fucking you, and I fucking love you.”

  He reached up, cupping my cheek, then slid a hand to curl around my head. He pulled me close for a searing kiss, then whispered, “I know, baby. I know.” When he let go, his eyes glanced down with a purposeful glint in them. “Now get the fuck on me.”

  Enough said. I rubbed the head of his cock against me, as Jake returned from the bathroom. Groaning, Finn wrapped his hands around my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

  “Need to feel you all the way on me. Need to feel your sweet pussy on my dick now, baby.”

  He sounded so hungry, so c
arnal. And at that moment, a new awareness hit me. Yes, tonight was about me, but it was also about them. They were feeling as amazing as I was. Just as they were making sure I was good, I had to take care of the men.

  I’d known this, but I hadn’t experienced it fully till now, and I wanted to make every moment good for them, too. I sank down on my man, and I cried out in pleasure. “God, that feels so good. Your dick is perfection,” I said, setting my palms on his chest.

  “So are you,” he murmured, thrusting up. He wasn’t rough, but even so, he filled me, and I felt him all the way.

  I felt Jake too, climbing on the bed, reaching for the condom. His hands roamed up my back, then down it, settling on my ass.

  His fingers traveled across my flesh and sparks raced over my skin, knowing what was coming. Gently, he pushed down on my lower back. “Lower your tits to your man.”

  My breath came faster as I did as I was told, keeping a slow and sensual pace riding Finn. My fiancé wrapped his arms around me, his hands roping through my hair, as Jake swept his fingers over the curves of my rear, teasing, playing, making sure I could handle it.

  Could I?

  We wouldn’t know till he tried, but in the meantime, I was already halfway to heaven just from Finn’s shaft. I swiveled my hips, moving slow and steady, feeling the glorious length of him inside me.

  Then I felt something new.

  Something that sent a fresh wave of sparks down my spine. Jake’s tongue. Jake’s lips. His mouth cruised over my rear, kissing the top of my ass, then he licked a path down to that spot where my cheek met my thigh. He murmured against my skin, “So fucking sexy.”

  And I entered another world of pleasure. His words, his tongue. The wild sensations swirling inside me.

  He brushed kisses across my rear, not quite touching me in the darkest spot, but coming close, so daringly close. His tongue flicking and teasing almost, almost. The tingles turned into sparks. No, they were fireworks. Everything inside me felt like the night sky lit up on a holiday.

  I heard the opening of the condom wrapper, then more lube squirting.

  All those sensations morphed into heat, to hot, tight pressure as I felt the first breach of his crown against me. He was slick, coated in lube, and I groaned at the intrusion.