Summer Wine: Taste of Seduction, Book 1

by Jess Dee

  Blake’s tongue in her mouth and Angus’s finger in her pussy. Dear Lord, could it get any better?

  A harsh groan broke through the silence, followed by a sharp inhalation of breath. “Ah, fuck…” Angus’s voice was hoarse, rough.

  Lily cracked her eyes open.

  His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed and his chest shuddered with heavy breaths. Every muscle in his body had tensed and his mouth was rounded in an O of bliss. He looked like a God, like an Adonis standing on the cusp of ecstasy.

  Spellbound, she dragged her mouth from Blake’s to look her fill. To admire the magnificence of the man.

  And then she understood his tension, his excitement.

  Angus’s zip was undone, his jeans and boxers shoved partly over his hips. His thick erection was nestled in Blake’s sturdy grasp.

  As Angus slid his finger in and out of her pussy, flicking her clit with his thumb, he pumped his hips in time, fucking Blake’s hand. Blake’s hold was tight, his knuckles white. In a million years, Lily would never have held a man’s cock that firmly. But Angus certainly wasn’t complaining. Not one little bit.

  Lily forced her thoughts back, tried to remember if anything she’d seen before had ever turned her on this much. She came up blank. And then Blake’s mouth found Angus’s, arousing Lily even more.

  There was nothing gentle about the kiss. Nothing soft. It was hard, intense and freaking hot, and it went on endlessly.

  Needing something of her very own to hold, Lily attacked Blake’s jeans with vigor. The worn denim was so supple that she had no trouble with his button or his zip. No trouble pushing the jeans over his erection. And no trouble wrapping her greedy hand around his long, pulsing shaft.

  It was Blake’s turn to moan, and as he did so the kiss between the two men changed, gentled. Their lips softened, and the desperation that was evident in the first hungry minutes of the kiss turned to a more sensual enjoyment. A mutual journey of discovery. Blissful discovery, if their expressions were anything to go by.

  Guided by Blake’s grip on Angus’s cock, Lily held his cock firmly in her hand. Slowly, she pumped him, up and down, up and down, then traced the pad of her thumb over the tiny slit on the tip of his penis and had to bite back a moan when drops of precome spilled onto her skin.

  Blake swore softly against Angus’s lips.

  And then another hand was on her pussy.

  Blake’s.

  His deft fingers took the place of Angus’s thumb to play with her clit, rubbing tiny circles around it before treating it to long, tempestuous strokes.

  “There you go, Duchess.” Angus’s dark gaze was pinned between her legs. “My finger and Blake’s.” He drew in a shuddering breath. “That what you wanted?”

  She nodded. “That—and so much more.”

  “I want more too.” This from Blake, who, without releasing Angus’s shaft, dropped to his knees before her. She instantly missed the heat and length of his erection in her palm. “Keep touching her. Don’t stop.” And then he replaced his hand with his tongue, and as Angus finger-fucked her, Blake licked her clit.

  Angus upped the ante, kissing her lips while the two men rained down a deluge of pleasure on her pussy until Lily thought she might lose her mind—and her control.

  God, she wanted to come. Needed to come, so bad.

  But if she did, it would be game over. She wouldn’t have the energy or the breath to start again. Wouldn’t have the stamina to keep up with Angus and Blake, and God help her, she wanted that stamina. Wanted this to go on forever.

  “Stop,” she begged. “Please, I can’t… Won’t…” Tremors rocked her body. “Please.”

  Angus stilled his hand, and Blake raised his head an inch. He raised it high enough that when Angus withdrew his finger, she could clearly see Blake wrapping his mouth around it, sucking it in deep.

  As though they’d choreographed the move together, Angus rotated his hips to the side and Blake moved his mouth from Angus’s finger to his cock. He paused long enough to lick the drops off its tip and then slowly, inch by inch, he sucked it into his mouth.

  Lily watched, her jaw slack, as Blake swallowed him down. And then she couldn’t watch anymore as Angus took her mouth in a greedy kiss. His labored breath told her Blake knew how to suck a man’s cock.

  “Wait,” she gasped against Angus’s lips.

  “For…what?” Angus looked at her through eyes as dark as a midnight sky.

  “B-Blake promised to share.”

  Blake muttered something unintelligible, but he grabbed her hand in his and tugged. Lily joined Blake on her knees before Angus. It took a good few seconds before Blake relinquished Angus’s cock, but when he did, he wrapped a hand around the base and offered it to Lily.

  Lily had no idea how Blake had managed to fit the whole damn thing in his mouth. Up this close, it was enormous. And leaking copious amounts of precome. She stopped wondering and tasted him. Placed her lips over his tip and suckled.

  Angus moaned.

  She licked his tip clean, and when she came up for air, Blake kissed her, his tongue greedily attacking her mouth.

  “Fucking delicious.” He licked his lips and guided her mouth back to Angus’s erection.

  And this time she and Blake did share. While she feasted on his cock, Blake pushed Angus’s jeans all the way down his legs and licked his balls, tonguing one, then the other. Lily stopped what she was doing just to watch as Blake sucked first one, then both testicles in his mouth, and then they were kissing again, stroking their tongues together as they stroked Angus’s cock at the same time.

  It was a firm hand tugging her hair that ended their game.

  She looked up.

  “We need a bed, we need protection and we need it now.” Angus’s voice was so gravelly she almost didn’t recognize it.

  Blake stood. “I have everything we need in my room.”

  “Then lead the way.” He yanked up his pants and scooped Lily up off the floor as though she weighed no more than one of his seedling boxes. She leaned in and nuzzled his neck.

  Blake didn’t waste time. He led them past reception, took a right and headed briskly down a passage, stopping only to open the door of the suite he’d chosen as his own. The suite that would never be used to accommodate hotel guests.

  Like the lounge, massive wooden windows framed the vineyards, but for once Lily wasn’t interested in the magnificent land where she’d grown up. She had eyes only for the two men crowding into the room with her.

  Angus set her down on the king-size bed and made short work of her bra and panties.

  “Jesus,” Blake muttered, staring at her, momentarily distracted from his task of opening his bedside table.

  In record time, he grabbed a few items from the drawer, lost his jeans and T-shirt, kicked off his boxers and threw himself onto the bed beside her.

  As Angus removed his own jeans—and Lily watched, fascinated by the play of muscle along his beautiful body—Blake took a breast in each hand, plumped them together, and buried his head in them, making her laugh out loud in pure delight.

  Her laughter soon turned to breathless sighs as her old friend—and now new lover—traced every inch of her chest with his tongue. So entranced was she by his attention, by the sudden, spectacular shift in their relationship and by the length of his erection, which she once more held in her hand, it took a minute or two to realize Angus hadn’t joined them on the bed.

  She sought him with her gaze. “Hey, whatcha doing, standing so far away?”

  His body was a study in perfection. Skin tanned golden from days working in the sun and muscles honed from hour upon hour of physical labor. His erection stood proud and hard, a clear indication of his arousal and interest.

  Yet his silence, rigid jaw, narrowed eyes and the tension rolling from him in waves told a different story. One that sent instant apprehension rippling through Lily.

  She extended her free hand to him. “Angus?”

  He frowned, ig
noring the hand. “You look good together, the two of you.” Pain—or maybe hurt—flickered through his eyes but was gone in a heartbeat.

  Had she just imagined it? “We’d look better if you joined us.”

  “We’d feel better too.” Blake lifted his head only long enough to add his two cents’ worth.

  Still Angus hesitated.

  “Could you please come and join us?” Her pussy clenched—need, want and desire mounting fast.

  His smile was almost sad.

  “Jesus, Lowe,” Blake rasped, rolling off Lily. “Could you stop fucking around and get your ass on the bed?” He cupped his own erection as though in pain. “Or I swear you’ll be bottoming today. And somehow I don’t picture you as a bottom. Ever.”

  A surprised snort erupted from Angus, but still he didn’t move.

  With lithe agility, Blake leaped off the bed and rounded on Angus. He pressed himself up against Angus’s back. From her position on the bed, Lily couldn’t see exactly what he did, but she could see him moving—a rocking motion, simulating sex. The sensuality of it left little to the imagination. She could only imagine his erection was pushed against Angus’s ass. Maybe even nestled between his cheeks.

  Whoa.

  A fresh wave of desire hit her, making her dizzy.

  Blake crept his hand around Angus’s waist, found his cock and stroked it. “Your call, Angus. Wanna bottom for me?” He nipped at Angus’s neck. “Hell, I know I want you to.”

  Angus’s eyelids slid shut and he pistoned his hips, fucking Blake’s hand while rocking together with him.

  “But I also want Lily,” Blake rasped. “Want to slide inside all that wet heat, feel her pussy around my dick.”

  Lily squeezed her thighs together, the ache in her pussy almost too much to bear.

  “What’s it gonna be?” Blake asked, his voice hoarser than Lily had ever heard it. Now his eyes were closed, his nostrils flaring with every breath he took.

  “Want to…need to fuck you both,” Angus said from a jaw clenched so tight Lily had no idea how he managed to speak. “O-only one way I can think of to do that.”

  “I hoped you’d say that.” Blake nudged Angus’s jaw with his free hand, turning his head toward him. And when his mouth was close enough, he kissed him. A long, hot, wet kiss that made Lily’s mouth water.

  When it ended long moments later, Blake grabbed two condoms from the bedside table, gave one to Angus and tore the second open and handed it to Lily.

  “Put it on me, babe.”

  She scrambled to her knees, held his cock in one hand and rolled on the condom with the other.

  His hands were on her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Tell me you’re ready, Lil. Tell me your pussy’s as wet and hot as it was in reception, ’cause fuck, I need to be inside you. Need it real bad.”

  “My puss…” Lily had to clear her throat to speak. “My pussy has been ready for this for six years, Blake.”

  “Thank fucking Christ.” He pushed her shoulders, and she landed on her back, her knees still bent. She scrambled to free her feet, and then Blake was kneeling between her thighs, lining his cock up with her pussy, leaning in to kiss her. As their lips met, he thrust, and just like that, her dream of the last six years became a reality.

  Blake was inside her. Her friend, her fantasy, the man she loved was inside her. Buried all the way to his balls in her body.

  “Oh, Jesus.” Blake panted. “Christ and fuck. Lil—”

  “D-don’t move.” Lily panted right back. “Not an inch. Not even a millimeter.” Too much. Sensory overload. She’d come. If he so much as twitched inside her, she’d lose it.

  And she wasn’t losing anything. Not until Angus did as he’d suggested—and fucked them both. However the heck he meant to do that.

  Blake chuckled. “Sensitive, babe?”

  She gasped. “Just don’t fucking move.”

  “Yeah,” Angus agreed. “Stay right where you are.” He knelt on the bed beside them, a tube of lube in one hand, the other out of Lily’s sight. “How ya doing, Duchess?”

  “D-doing good.” Holy cow, his eyes were black as night and filled with delicious intent. “Would…do better with one of your…kisses.”

  “I got one of those right here.” He closed the distance between his mouth and hers, kissing her soundly.

  Mmmm. Blake’s cock in her pussy, Angus’s tongue in her mouth.

  Life was good. Real goo—

  “Oh God!” She squealed into Angus’s mouth as Blake shifted inside her.

  Angus simply laughed and carried right on kissing her.

  Blake moaned and shifted again.

  She pinched him. God, he had to stop.

  “C-can’t help it, babe,” he gasped. “Gotta move.”

  She pinched him again, hard, as he jerked inside her.

  “Ow…ah…ah.” His cry of pain turned to one of ecstasy, and this time Blake didn’t hold back. He slid out of her pussy and thrust back in.

  It was Angus who broke the kiss with a triumphant laugh.

  “Blake,” Lily moaned. “God, I’m too close.” Fighting back her descending orgasm was both heaven and hell. She wasn’t at all sure she could do it. She squeezed her pussy muscles as much as she could, stilling Blake’s movements.

  “Jesus, Lil. Have to move. Have to. Got my dick in your pussy and a finger in my ass and I can’t keep still.”

  Lily froze. “Y-you do?”

  “He does.” This came from Angus. “But not for very much longer.” He kissed her soundly one last time as Blake thrust slowly inside her and Lily thought about her unfinished canvas at home and the lecture she had to prepare for Monday morning and how she needed more black and fuchsia paint—anything to take her mind of the sweet thrill of being fucked by Blake and kissed by Angus.

  And then Angus pulled away and Blake growled.

  Angus tossed a leg over Blake’s hips, straddling them both from behind Blake.

  “You ready for this, Blake? Ready for me? ’Cause, fuck…” Angus squeezed his eyes shut. “I need you to be.”

  Blake bucked his hips, wrapped an arm around Lily and pulled her waist up against his, sinking deeper inside her.

  She bit her lip to stop a cry of pleasure exploding out of her.

  He yanked a pillow from the head of the bed and shoved it beneath her, moving his arm and angling her hips up to meet his. “I am so fucking ready.”

  Angus was going to fuck Blake while Blake fucked her. He was going to take Blake’s ass while Blake’s cock was inside her. Lily started to perspire. Nothing on God’s earth had ever, ever turned her on more. She grabbed Blake’s shoulders, pulled up her upper body and looked over his left shoulder.

  She had neither the strength nor energy to hold herself like this very long, but God help her, she was going to watch Angus slide himself home. Going to watch him take Blake for the first time.

  Angus had his hand around his cock, was stroking it, sliding his palm up and down. He smiled at Lily as he did, showing her the lube. Getting himself ready.

  And then Angus lost his smile, broke eye contact. His gaze was focused now, intent, and it was not on her. He leaned in, placed the tip of his dick…where? Where?

  Lily couldn’t see. She pulled herself higher, using Blake’s shoulders to prop herself up.

  Between his ass cheeks. Angus slid his dick between Blake’s ass cheeks. Then he stopped. And Blake moaned.

  Angus cupped one cheek in his hand, rubbed it and opened Blake up wide. His breath came in erotic pants. So did Blake’s.

  Angus thrust once, hard, yet controlled, and Blake cried out. His cock jerked inside Lily.

  Perspiration trickled down her back.

  Angus thrust again, another short, controlled pump of his hips, and Blake panted above her, swearing.

  “Fuck, oh, fuck.” His muscles were rigid beneath Lily’s hands.

  Angus froze, his jaw clenched, his eyes squeezed shut. Rigidly controlled like that, he looked…m
agnificent. “Fuck, yeah, or fuck, no?”

  “Fuck, yeah!”

  Angus drove in again, and Blake groaned long and low. Lily felt every thrust deep, deep inside. And then Angus withdrew, slowly, and Blake relaxed inside her. For all of a second, before Angus bore down on Blake once more.

  And again, Lily felt it deep inside.

  Her back burned, her arms too, and she was forced to drop back down to the bed, giving up her ringside seat. At least from this angle she could see Blake’s face. Angus’s too. And what she saw in both of them made her want to crow with joy.

  Blake stared down at her, his eyes full of wonder—and just the slightest bit glazed with pleasure. Angus’s face had lost its rigid control, his jaw had relaxed and his eyes were closed. He looked every bit as magnificent as before, and every bit as aroused and pleasure-struck as Blake.

  And then Angus began to fuck Blake in earnest, and Lily could no longer keep her eyes open, because as Angus fucked Blake, Blake fucked her. Blake’s cock plunged deep inside her every time Angus rocked, and slid out when Angus pulled back.

  Now she understood. Now she got it. Angus may have his cock buried in Blake, but in reality he was fucking them both. He was the one pulling the strings, directing their orchestra of ecstasy.

  The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming. Never had Lily imagined sex could be like this. Thrilling, satisfying, fulfilling. And exciting. So incredibly exciting. Never had she imagined three people could move in such exquisite harmony. Nor had she imagined two men could arouse such intense emotion inside her.

  Her heart was bursting, her world was right. Happiness descended along with the pleasure, encapsulating her in a warm bubble of pure joy.

  This is where she was always meant to be. Right here with the man she loved and the man who’d changed her world in a few short weeks and then turned it upside down in a few short hours.

  She had no doubt she was falling in love with him too. No doubt her equation had been spot-on. With Angus and Blake and her together, they each had their full one hundred percent.