by Catelyn Cash
Seth winked at her. “You ready for me, Jake?”
“More than ready,” Jake panted. “Hurry.”
Seth tossed the lube aside and put on a condom.
To her frustration, Kayla couldn’t see what was happening. “What’s he doing now?” she asked Jake.
“Spreading my cheeks…” Jake’s gaze stayed unfocused, but his nostrils flared again, telling her the exact moment Seth pressed against his ass.
“Oh, man, I love that you’re so tight.” Seth groaned.
Jaw clenched, Jake dropped his head limply to her shoulder.
Kayla cradled him. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“It feels great. Or it will. It takes a moment.” Jake stiffened for a second, then sighed blissfully, and she knew Seth had breached his barrier.
“I’m almost dead with pleasure,” Jake murmured. “In fact, if I died right now, I don’t think I’d care.”
Seth laughed. “I’m balls-deep in your ass, my friend. So are you both ready for more?”
Jake stirred. “More than ready.” So saying, he surged into Kayla with renewed force, making her gasp. Then he pushed back, and this time Seth gasped.
Seth leaned over Jake’s back so he could kiss Kayla. Jake kissed her too, both men’s mouths so close to each other she wondered if one day she would see them kiss each other.
“Would someone please fuck me?” she begged.
“Happy to oblige.” Seth thrust his powerful hips, driving Jake’s cock into her. And again. Kayla felt on fire, her body ablaze. Faster, higher, they flew. She clawed wildly at Jake, or maybe at Seth, helpless beneath the weight of both men but loving every moment. Her body arched, and then she hung there, tight as a bow as she shattered and came apart.
Jake’s cries rang in her ears, then Seth’s cries too. Long after both men had slumped in completion, her clit continued to pulse with the force of her orgasm.
Two dark heads collapsed on the pillow, one on either side of her, all three bodies still intimately joined, their limbs a tangled mass. Drifting on a sea of pleasure, Kayla imagined herself floating on the ceiling, looking down on them. She stroked their skin, their muscles living sculptures beneath her fingers.
“You two are so beautiful,” she murmured. “I think I’ve just had the inspiration for my next show. But this one is definitely for private viewing only.”
Loose Id Titles by Catelyn Cash
Beneath a Hot Tequila Sun
Highland Trinity
Wicked Wonderland
Catelyn Cash
I’m a writer of hot erotic romance and I love it. I don’t just mean I enjoy writing it, I love telling people what I do. Stop me in the street for a survey and ask my occupation, there’s always a silence before the interviewer pretends they didn’t hear and quickly moves on to the next question or even the next interviewee. It’s a great conversation starter (or stopper) at parties too. Not one my long suffering husband encourages if his work colleagues are within earshot!
I’ve travelled a lot but I’m currently settled in the wild Yorkshire moors with my husband, a cat called Evil, and a python called Jake. I love the cat, despite her name but I still feel I was conned into welcoming Jake into the house. He came from a shop called Mad Jack’s Snake and Tattoo Emporium. How I wish I’d bought a T-Shirt, too.
I’m not done travelling—not by a long shot. Which is why writing is such a perfect occupation. Every new place, every new face can spark wicked inspiration, and time spent on the road is time to I can allow my imagination run wild. I rarely arrive at my destination without some sexy characters and a brand new story in my head.
What I need now is the discipline to write them down…