And he’s not your sweet SEAL. He’s a great guy, yes, but he’s got a roughness to him that Brandon doesn’t have.
He touched her collarbone with the tips of his fingers and folded his hand down until his palm rested on her chest. The touch pulled her from her thoughts and made her hyper aware of the calluses on his hand, of the warmth seeping into her flesh, and of the way that hand was barely a scant half inch from touching her breast.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Brandon lift his beer can to his mouth for a swig. What must it be like to stand back and watch another man put his hands on a woman he’d been with mere hours ago? It made her wonder if Brandon and John had shared women before. But then she saw Brandon lower the can, his long fingers curling around it in a fist that squeezed at the sides of the can. Pleasure didn’t make a man react that way. Anger or jealousy did.
She grabbed John’s wrist, stared into his eyes, and pointedly glanced quickly at Brandon. John’s gaze followed hers. When he nodded once, she let go of his wrist, but he still didn’t drop his hand.
“Are you having second thoughts, Ace?” The look in John’s eyes as he asked the question surprised Lara. If she didn’t know better, she would swear he was praying Brandon wasn’t about to back out.
“Nope, I’m just playing the nice guy and letting you touch first like I promised.”
The corners of John’s lips twitched and something very akin to relief washed the worry from his eyes.
Lara angled her head and narrowed her eyes at John. “You guys talked about this, didn’t you?”
“A little.” His hand started to slide. It fell so slowly to her breast, by the time his palm finally closed over the mound, she nearly lost her grasp on the question she wanted to ask next.
“And why exactly is he playing the nice guy and letting you touch first?”
John’s free hand joined the first, molding her other breast, both hands squeezing and massaging the mounds until her eyes closed and her head fell back on her shoulders. “Because he already got to touch.”
Lara sprang her head up, her eyes wide with shock. She jerked her head to her left, her gaze slamming into Brandon’s. “You told him?”
“No.” His tone as well as his expression were so serious she didn’t have a choice but to believe him.
“He didn’t have to,” John interjected. His hands had stilled on her breasts, but they started to move again. He turned them as he released her boobs and skimmed them down her abdomen and stomach until he reached the front of her thighs. “I know him damn near as well as I know myself. All I had to do was look at him and I knew he’d been with you. I knew he’d had his hands on you.” His hands dropped even lower, dancing down her legs as he kneeled in front of her. He tipped his head back to look up at her, a sly smile tilting his lips. “And I knew I wanted to kick his ass for getting to you first.”
Oh dear God. They’d gotten in a fight over her? Surely not. She’d been looking at both of them all night. She had been engrossed in studying practically every pore in their visible flesh. If two men like them had gone to blows, there would’ve been sure signs of the fight. Neither of them bore the slightest bruise or scratch anywhere and they definitely didn’t have any broken bones.
“He made amends outside in the street by agreeing to let me touch you first tonight,” John told her and then brushed his lips over her lower belly.
Just like that, the only fight Lara found herself thinking about was the one that broke out in her system. Desires collided with stupendous sensations of anticipation and hope that wreaked havoc with her hormones and sent her body into a riot of zings and burns created by John’s torturous mouth and hands.
“You better hurry because the nice guy in me is about to reach his limit.”
She dimly heard Brandon’s warning over her pulse pounding in her ears and managed to smile despite herself. John might be torturing her, but standing back watching had to be driving Brandon nuts. Still, a part of her hoped he would wait a while longer before joining them because she knew, once he did, the real sexual torment would begin.
“Fuck,” John growled. “You smell delicious.” The sound he made put her in mind of a caged animal fighting for release. His hands moved between her legs, urging her to spread them, as his palm glided up to her inner thighs. “Your pussy lips are bare. Damn, you don’t know how that turns me on. I can see your juices glistening on your lips. You’re soaked, sweetheart.”
She was. Her arousal collected in a thick, slick stream between her folds. What would it take to get him to dive a finger into that wetness, to push a digit inside her and take the edge off the rapidly mounting pressure in her channel?
Finger me. Better yet, feast on me, damn it! The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them as she turned her head and locked gazes with Brandon. He must have read something in her eyes. A plea for his help? Or maybe a plea for his touch? Maybe he saw the demands bubbling in her throat that she wanted to scream at John. She wasn’t sure which one she wanted most in that moment.
Whatever he saw forced him to toss his beer aside. He walked up behind her, reaching around her to cup her cheek in his palm. “What is it you need from me, love?”
Everything. She needed everything from him and from John. She needed John to let that animal she sensed in him out of his cage. She needed both of them to get naked so she could feel their solid bodies against hers, skin-to-skin. She needed to explore their bodies as Brandon had already explored hers and as John was doing to her now. Holy God of Hormones, they were just getting started and already she couldn’t handle much more of this.
“I’ve been dying to see you like this.” John swiped the tip of his tongue down the crease between her pussy and inner thigh and quickly withdrew. “It’s more amazing than I could’ve imagined.”
Did the man intend to send her on a direct trip to the nuthouse before he gifted her with the pleasure her body was screaming for? Oh, paybacks were going to be so very sweet when she got her hands on him.
Her mouth watered. She’d never experienced such a strong desire to suck a cock in her life. Brandon’s stiff cock pressed against her ass, a throbbing presence that only drove her torment higher. Though ways to turn the tables around on John were already forming in her head, she would equally enjoy sucking Brandon’s cock down her throat. She wanted John’s mouth on her pussy and her lips around Brandon’s cock now. Right freaking now!
Brandon’s hand moved lightly to the base of her throat as his other hand slipped beneath her breast and lifted it. He raked his thumb over her pebbled nipple and she let her head fall back on his chest. Her mind focused on the touch and on John’s mouth that started to deliver one maddening lick after another to the outer edges of her pussy.
“Please.” She couldn’t hold it back any longer. She would beg them if she had to. Forget dignity. It was way overrated anyway.
* * * *
John smiled against Lara’s pussy, both from the sound of her breathless plea and from the knowledge that Brandon had finally joined them. He’d noted the way his buddy had nearly squeezed the beer can in his hand to bits, but it hadn’t been anger he’d seen in Brandon’s eyes. It had been sheer unadulterated desire. There had been jealousy in his eyes, too. John hadn’t missed that. But he’d attributed it more to the fact that he was standing back watching rather than being the one who got to touch that had brought that on.
They could do this. They both wanted her, freaking needed her, and together, they could show her pleasures neither of them could do alone.
He eased back, skimming his hands up Lara’s outer thighs, over her hips, and settling them on her waist as he pushed to his feet. He heard a single soft whimper escape her lips before her head jerked forward and her eyes narrowed on him.
“You are so not finished, mister.”
John bit back a grin. Damn, he was nuts about her! He shot a look over her shoulder at Brandon and an unspoken communication passed between them. They may not have e
ver shared a woman before, but Brandon had been right when he’d said what he had outside. They knew how to work as a team and they could damn sure figure out how to pleasure their woman together.
“No, I’m not,” he told her, using his hold on her waist to lift her off her feet. “But I can’t get to you the way I need to down there.” He turned with her and shot a glance at Brandon. “Do you want to settle in one of those lounge chairs before I lay her down?”
Obviously understanding his plan, Brandon nodded, but then a curious look took over his expression. “Are you sure it will hold all three of us?”
“It’ll hold,” John assured him.
“Right. We’re on a freaking ménage island. Somehow I keep forgetting that,” Brandon muttered as he sprang into action. He double-timed it to the first armless lounge chair and eased back in the seat. He kept his feet on the deck, his legs spread over the sides of the chair, and lifted his arms to catch Lara as John slowly handed her to his friend.
“Well, go ahead, guys. Just pick me up and put me where ever you want me.” She wiggled as she nestled herself between Brandon’s legs and leaned back against his chest.
John saw the muscles in Brandon’s jaw tightened, watched a fierce arousal overtake the man’s expression, and knew that little wriggling she’d just done had no doubt been right against his cock.
Poor dude. He decided no matter how desperately he wanted to be the first one to sink his aching cock in her sodden pussy, he’d let Brandon take the lead. Brandon had been the first one to get his hands on her. He might as well let the trend continue.
For now. Eventually, they would be inside her sultry body together. Then they could really master the op of showing their Lara unspeakable pleasures.
Brandon wrapped his arms around Lara, put his hands on the inside of her knees, and spread her legs wide as he angled his head to look at her over her shoulder. “Are you complaining, love?”
Lara glanced at him before meeting John’s gaze. He knew he was letting everything he was feeling and intending to do show in his expression. The starkly sexual look that came over her angelic face told him she read his expression correctly.
“On the contrary,” she said breathlessly. “I’m discovering what an advantage all that rigorous SEAL training is going to give me.” She traced the contour of Brandon’s forearm muscles with her fingernails. “I’m hoping you guys being strong enough to toss me around like a rag doll is about to prove beneficial.”
John chuckled as he dropped to his knees at the foot of the lounge chair. “Why don’t you scoot down here for me a little and we’ll find out?”
Brandon helped her, wiggling them both until she was in the perfect position for John to get between her legs. His buddy held her legs open wide for him, exposing her pussy to his view.
And what a view it was. Geezus. His lips tingled in anticipation of clamping around her pouty labia. His tongue pulsed in excitement to swipe over her engorged clit until she quivered against his mouth. His gut rumbled with the hunger to feast on the milky cream already coating her folds. He saw more of that cream pooling in her vagina and knew he couldn’t wait another second to lap it up.
“Your pussy is as beautiful as it smells,” he told her as he folded himself between her legs. He balanced his weight on his hands clasped around the edge on either side of the chair and covered her pussy with his mouth.
Her hips bucked, pushing her pussy more firmly against his mouth as he caught one feminine lip between his lips for a gently pressured nip. He pulled back, peering up at her from beneath his lashes. Her back was resting against Brandon’s chest, her head lying on his shoulder, and her eyes were already dark and heavy-lidded with arousal.
“It tastes even better.” He dipped his head again and dragged his tongue from the sensitized flesh between her asshole and her pussy all the way to her clit. “Mmm,” he growled, pulling back again. “I’m going to enjoy this meal.”
Her head came up and amusement sparked with the heat in her eyes. “I might, too, if you’ll stop teasing me.”
John stifled a laugh. “Hold your pussy lips open for me, sweetheart.”
“Me?” Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned a fantastical shade of pink.
Brandon met his gaze, his lips twitching, and then looked at her. “You touch your pussy when you’re alone, don’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“You’ve never done it for a man?” The idea she might be a virgin struck him for the first time. No fucking way. She was far too responsive and eager not to have some level of sexual experience.
“I’ve never been with a man that wanted me to.”
Another thought occurred to him and he had to ask. “Has a man ever eaten your pussy before?”
She nodded and then grimaced. “I didn’t like it much, though.” The admission brought a new shade of pink to her cheeks. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth as if considering whether or not to say whatever was on her mind. “I’m looking forward to seeing if I like it more when you do it.”
John groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes. “You just had to lay on the pressure, didn’t you?”
That made her giggle and served to break the tension that had started to settle between them. “Of course.” She waggled her brows. “Show me how good you can do it, Sheriff.”
“Hold your pussy lips open for me, sweetheart,” he countered.
She closed her eyes and started to reach for her pussy.
“Keep your eyes open. If you close them, I’m going to make you get yourself off while I watch before I lap up your cum with my tongue.”
Her eyes sprang open at his warning. He’d put just enough authority in his voice to make her believe he’d do exactly what he said. He couldn’t believe what he was discovering about her. One glance at Brandon’s expression told him the other man was just as surprised. The Lara Hampton they knew was strong with a daring tenacity she didn’t hesitate to use. But, beneath all that, she maintained an innocence and submissiveness she obviously didn’t let many people see. Geezus, no wonder the shit Taggart had sent her had made her so afraid.
She’s letting you see it. Now show her she’s safe. Show her how much it means to you.
It did mean something to him. It meant a whole lot of something he wasn’t yet ready to tell her in words, but could definitely tell her with his touch. He watched as her eyes opened and her gaze locked with his. Her hands had stopped when he told her to keep her eyes open. They started moving again now, inching their way to her pouty pussy lips. She spread them further for him, opening her slit. He saw that even more cream had collected in her vagina.
He resisted the temptation to collect the juice on the tip of his finger and use it to lube her beautiful asshole. That had been part of his plan until he’d realized how sexually innocent she was. He didn’t dare ask for concern that it would ruin her enjoyment of the moments to come, but he was damn near certain no one had ever played with her ass, let alone fuck it. Brandon would, though. Finding out about Brandon’s sexual preference over a night of drunken male talk had shocked John about as much as Lara had surprised him tonight. He didn’t doubt Brandon’s gentleness would make the act of them taking Lara the way they both preferred, with Brandon in her ass and John in her pussy, much easier for her when the time came.
But, right now, he had a job to do. He pushed all thoughts of being inside the glistening pussy before him while Brandon fucked her ass aside, much to the dismay of his throbbing cock, and focused on his feast. With Brandon holding her legs spread and Lara parting her feminine lips for him, it left him the ability to close his mouth on the most sensitized areas of her pussy. He started with her clit, sucking the swollen bud between his lips as he rapidly flicked his tongue over the flesh. Her inner thigh muscles flexed around his face, her hips bucked, and she started to moan.
He smiled as he released her clit in favor of finding that pool of cream with the tip of his tongue. He sank his tongue into that whirlpool of
her arousal, lapped it up, and let it linger in his mouth for a moment as his taste buds went wild over the flavor of her. He loved eating pussy, but damn if he could remember ever tasting one as good as Lara’s. He lost himself in her warm sweetness, delving his tongue in her vagina slowly at first before pushing it deeper, reaching as far inside her channel as he could.
The sounds she made drove him crazy. They flowed over him, seeped into him, and stole his senses even as they curled around his cock and balls, tormenting both to the point of agonizing pain. He swore his cock would rupture with the need to be buried in the tight, wet confines of her pussy. Those needs spurred his tongue to move faster as he fucked her with his mouth, his nose grinding on her clit, giving her stimulation there, too.
When she exploded it was the most beautiful, sinfully sexy thing he’d ever experienced. She cried out his name as her body convulsed and milky cream flowed freely out of her vagina. He eagerly lapped it, drinking every drop he could and moaning over the stupendous taste until her body finally stilled.
* * * *
Lara floated on a tide of sated pleasure somewhere between reality and a world she couldn’t identify. It was the kind of world where satisfaction and needs combined into a confusing concoction. She understood the needs. As John’s head slowly lifted from between her legs, the absence of his mouth on her pussy made her want to weep. The orgasm he’d given her had been unlike any she’d ever experienced. No man or vibrator had ever given her that kind of sensory explosive, mind-blowing release. How could she still feel so needy after an orgasm like that?
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