“Will…” She stared up at him through her eyelashes. “Please…”
His eyes narrowed, nostrils flared. “And you won’t come until I tell you to.”
She swallowed. Her sex constricted at his dominating arrogance.
“Fuck me, Will,” Damon murmured, raising his head from her breast. “I’m going to fucking erupt soon myself if you keep talking like that.”
Will didn’t respond. Instead, he lowered himself to his knees at the foot of the bed, snared her hips with his hands and yanked her closer to him, tearing her g-string off with ease.
She yelped, her pussy throbbing with dire need at his aggression. Both men were so different during sex—Damon playful and devilish, Will serious and almost savage. It made her so freaking wet.
“Spread your legs, Phoebe.”
She did as Will commanded, a part of her mind aware Damon had returned his mouth to her breast and was suckling her nipple with delicious intensity, another part too engrossed with Will’s control of her body.
“Show me your clit.”
Her pulse pounded faster in her throat. She parted her labia with two trembling fingers, gazing up at Will. Needed to see his reaction to the pink flesh she’d revealed.
His nostrils flared again. His jaw bunched. “Touch it.”
Her breath now ragged little pants in her chest, she did so, rolling the tip of her index finger over the sensitive nub in her folds. A jolt of liquid heat sheared through her, sinking into her core.
She gasped, her hips lifting with involuntary force. God, one more touch of her clit and she would explode. How could she be so ready to come again so soon?
“Touch it again, Phoebe.”
She shook her head, eyes squeezed shut. “Will, I can’t…I’ll come…”
“You won’t come until I tell you to.” His voice was deep and throaty. “Now touch it again. Stroke it.”
She did as commanded, a choked cry of tormented pleasure slipping from her. Her climax rushed toward her, a mounting wall of exquisite tension she fought to control.
“Tell me you want me to suck it while Damon sucks your breast.”
Damon’s mouth on her nipple grew greedier. He groaned, covering her other breast with one hand to knead the heavy swell.
“Tell me, Phoebe.”
Eyes still closed, she fisted her hand in Damon’s hair. “Please suck my clit, Will.”
For a frozen moment, nothing but cool air played over her sodden sex. She pushed her hips higher, biting back a whimpered groan. At her breast, Damon flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple. She licked her lips, every nerve-ending thrumming. “Please, Will?”
His tongue touched her clit.
Oh, fuck yes.
She let out a sob, the tension in her center overwhelming even as tortured relief rolled through her.
Will sucked on her clit, tiny pulses of suction followed by a gentle nip with his teeth. She bucked, the action driving her pussy to his face. Her toes curled and she tossed her head from side to side, willing her climax away.
Not until Will says.
The thought filled her with wanton need.
“Would you like me to finger-fuck you as well, Pheebs?”
His question pushed her closer to the edge. She nodded, unable to find the power to speak. Damon’s teeth rolled her nipple. Driving her closer still.
A long finger slipped into Phoebe’s sex, wriggling deep within her constricting walls. Will stroked his tongue over her clit and sucked it again.
“Please,” she moaned. “Will…please…”
He didn’t respond. Not with words. He sucked at her clit, lapped at it, laved it with his tongue and then sucked some more, all the while plunging his finger in and out of her pussy.
“Will,” she moaned again. “I’m going to…I’m going…”
“Fuckin’ hell, mate, so am I.”
Damon’s ground-out declaration vibrated through her—his lips still on her right breast, his hand still squeezing her left. She opened her eyes, staring at Will, imploring him for release.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he stated, his gaze locked with hers, his voice barely a raw whisper. His finger moved inside her.
Phoebe’s heart thumped hard, fast. Her mouth went dry. She got it now. This was punishment. Will’s utter domination of her sexual response, his control of it, was punishment for her leaving them. Telling them it wouldn’t happen again.
He was punishing her with sex.
And she didn’t want him to stop.
“Fuck me, Will,” she whispered, the plea a husky breath. “Please. I want you inside me.” She tugged on Damon’s hair, moving her stare to his face. “I want you both inside me.”
“Ah, fuckin’ hell, Tiny.” Damon’s eyes blazed, his hand squeezing her breast harder. “How can you say no?”
Will didn’t answer. His stare grew heavier. Hotter. He didn’t move.
Phoebe’s heart slammed into her throat. Her pussy pulsed around a cock denied her. She glared at him. “Fuck you, Will!”
Without another word, she twisted on the bed, shoved her hands against Damon’s chest and pushed him away from her.
“Hey!” he yelped, eyes wide. “Don’t—”
His protest died on his lips as she scurried forward and snared his fly with her fingers. Her heart beat harder. She could feel Will’s gaze on her bare butt. Watching her yank down Damon’s fly. She curled her lips. This was her idea—one last fling—and she was going to do it her way.
Chapter Five
“Oh, fuck me,” Damon ground out as his cock—long and thick and ramrod stiff—sprang free of his newly opened fly. Small beads of pre-come oozed from the slit in its swollen purple head, telling him loud and clear just how ready he was to erupt. Shooting Will a quick look, he grinned. “Tiny, if this is what happens when Masters is pissed at you, then by all means, keep annoying the shit out of her.”
Will laughed. At least, Damon assumed the low, rumbling sound was his best mate chuckling. It could have been a bomb detonating for all Damon knew. Because nothing much registered in his brain at all except delicious pleasure the second Phoebe’s lips circled the tip of his cock. And even less when said lips slid slowly down his entire length until he was completely embedded in her mouth.
The base of his spine tingled, his blood roared in his ears—what blood wasn’t surging through his dick. Christ, he’d never been so hard. Six months ago this woman had turned their lives upside-down and then blown town. Now she was blowing him and he was about to come undone from the mounting pleasure. How could he have forgotten how fucking amazing her mouth was?
“Fuck, Will…make her angrier.”
He heard Will chuckle again. “By the look on your face, Stretch, if I made her any angrier, you’d have a coronary.”
Phoebe hummed a giggle around Damon’s dick and he almost did have a coronary.
Her tongue laved at the root of his cock, her fingers massaged his balls. She moaned around his length, sending vibrations into his core so exquisite he could barely draw breath. He let out his own groan, his knees trembling.
He threaded his fingers in her hair, the memory of her silken tresses having haunted his dreams. She’d cut her hair since moving to Morpeth. When he’d last seen her it had been long and wild. Now it tumbled about her shoulders in a mass of curls and waves. It was fuckable hair. To go with her fuckable mouth. Christ, did she have a fuckable mouth.
Without thought, Damon shoved his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into her throat. He knew she could take him—she’d done so before—but something about today made the blowjob all the more amazing. Perhaps it was because he’d sincerely believed he would never get this chance again.
“Jesus, Damon, that’s fucking hot to watch.”
Will’s growl jerked Damon’s eyes open and he looked at his best mate. Will’s jeans were gone, as were his boxer briefs, his dick a thick pole pointing straight up. Long fingers wrapped around his w
ide girth, Will pumped his erection as he stared at Damon’s cock disappearing into Phoebe’s mouth.
“It’s fucking hot to experience, mate,” Damon rasped. His voice was hoarse, as if he’d spent the night shouting.
“Are you close?”
Will’s question made him snort. “So fucking close I’m surprised Phoebe’s not already swallowing my come.”
“Can you hold on much longer?”
He snorted again. “Are you kidding?”
Phoebe sucked a little harder on his dick, as if to mock his control. He let out a sound—part groan, part growl. Damn the woman knew how to give head. Shit, he could almost taste his own come, he was so full of lust.
“I'm going to fuck you now, Pheebs.”
Damon’s pulse smashed into his throat at Will’s raw statement. He opened his eyes and looked at his friend again. Will’s eyes blazed with an aching desire he understood all too well. The younger man’s body was ripped and coiled to breaking point, every muscle a sinewy rope of steel. The control Will was exerting over his body was phenomenal and, Damon had to admit, downright fucking arousing.
Around his shaft, Phoebe moaned again. Her fingers squeezed his balls, her tongue stroked at the underside of his dick. She wriggled her backside, offering herself to Will’s domination. Damon’s gut knotted. Shit, he didn’t think he’d last much longer. The very notion of Will plunging his massive erection into Phoebe—her cunt, her arse, wherever—was too much to consider.
“I'm going to sink my dick into your pussy.” Will moved in behind her, dancing his hand over her smooth backside. “I'm going to fuck your tight, sweet cunt until Damon pumps your throat full of his seed.”
“Fuck, Will.” Damon swallowed, his friend’s statement driving him closer to the edge. “Are you trying to kill me here?”
Will laughed, a deep, entirely confident sound.
Phoebe’s mouth slid off Damon’s dick. “Just shut up and fuck me, Will. Now.”
“Condom first.”
“I don’t fucking want you to wear a condom,” she snarled back. “I want to feel you. You. Your skin on mine.”
Damon’s heart thumped harder in his chest, surging fresh blood through his veins. Making his cock stiffer, bigger still. He shot Phoebe a glance, knowing the implication of her words. She was protected from pregnancy, both he and Will knew that, a procedure that lasted five years, which she’d had done only a few months before leaving for Morpeth. That she wanted to be filled with Will’s come told Damon—and Will, by the tension in his jaw—that this was more than just a quick fuck to say goodbye, even if she told them otherwise.
Will’s eyes grew greedy. “In that case.” His hands smoothed over her arse cheeks again, his gaze watching the path of his palms. “You have the sexiest backside I’ve ever seen, Pheebs.”
His whispered words made both Damon and Phoebe suck in a ragged breath.
As did the swift slap he gave her right arse cheek.
“Oh God!” Phoebe burst out.
Will chuckled. “Forget about Him, Pheebs. It’s Damon’s dick you should be thinking about.”
Damon opened his mouth to agree—but choked on the words as Phoebe’s lips slid over the head of his cock. “Fuck, that feels…” She licked at the sensitive knot of flesh under the edge of the head and Damon got lost in a rush of concentrated pleasure. He stared down at her face, needing to see his dick sliding in and out of her mouth. He couldn’t believe the mind-blowing feelings his brain told him he was experiencing. It was impossible. She had to be doing more than just sucking his cock.
Her lips moved up and down his length, painting his erection in moisture.
Nothing else. No magical sexual trick. Just Phoebe’s mouth on his dick.
Another slapping sound rent the air—Will smacking her arse again—and she jerked on Damon’s cock, her mouth and throat convulsing.
Damon ground his teeth. He couldn’t take much more. He couldn’t. He truly was on the verge of death by pleasure. “Hurry the fuck up, Tiny!” He sent a harried glare at his partner. “I’m not Superman.”
Will gave him a small grin and then slid his hand between Phoebe’s spread arse cheeks. She moaned around Damon’s cock, whatever Will was doing back there obviously pushing her buttons.
“She’s so wet, Damon.” Will’s nostrils flared, his gaze locked on Phoebe’s backside. “Her juices are dripping from her cunt.”
Phoebe bucked and Damon hissed in a wild breath of rapture as her teeth grazed his thrusting cock.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Will repeated, the words softer this time, as if Phoebe’s arousal left him awestruck. He flicked Damon a quick look, naked need etched on his face, and with a slight position shift and one fluid thrust, sank himself in her pussy.
Damon moaned, the knowledge his friend was now just as intimately buried inside Phoebe pushing him even closer to the edge. He stared at Will while pumping Phoebe’s mouth with his cock, working his rhythm with Will’s own increasing strokes.
Phoebe sucked at his length, her moans sending wicked vibrations through his groin. She cupped and fondled and squeezed his balls with one hand, each firm caress echoing his and Will’s harmonious penetrations into her willing body.
And she was willing. With every thrust into her mouth, she moaned, with every stroke into her sex, she whimpered. The air hung heavy with the perfume of her pleasure. Every breath Damon took—and he took a few deep, shaking breaths that did little to assuage the building pressure in his balls—filled him with the scent of Phoebe’s arousal. It was potent. Musky and heady. Intoxicating.
Addictive.
“Ah fuck, you’re so…so…” Will’s groan spiked into Damon’s wavering control. He watched as a bead of sweat trickled down his friend’s temple, over his bunched jaw. “Babe, I can’t…I can’t hold on much longer.”
Whether it was the raw confession that pushed Phoebe over the edge or the increasing wildness of Will’s thrusts into her pussy, Damon couldn’t tell. Didn’t care. The moment Phoebe came, her mouth and tongue turned equally wild on his cock. She sucked him hard, in the same greedy pulses he knew consumed her sex. Her fingers tugged at his balls, her teeth scraped his length and then, he too fell over the edge, roaring and swearing the entire way, his balls rising up, full of his pleasure, his seed spurting from his dick in never-ending streams.
And amongst it all, in perfect sync with their dual orgasms, Will too cried out his release, his voice hoarse, nothing but wordless sounds that said so much more. So much more.
And as the last of Damon’s come pumped into Phoebe’s throat, he heard Will slap her arse one more time, and heard his friend utter a groan that sounded a lot like “love you love you love you.”
Will slumped forward, resting his chest on Phoebe’s perfectly bowed back for a short second. His heart raced, a sledgehammer of insane pressure. He closed his eyes, revelling in the velvet kiss of Phoebe’s soft skin on his. He’d missed it too much. Not just the feel of her skin on his after sex, although fuck knows how he ever could live without that amazing sensation again. But also the absolute rightness of Phoebe’s skin against his as all three of them sat together watching a movie, Phoebe sandwiched between him and Damon on Damon’s leather sofa. Or as she sat tandem on his bike as they cruised the coastline on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Or as all three mucked about in the surf at the local beach, her wet body clad only in a brief bikini, his and Damon’s covered only by loose board shorts that didn’t stay loose for long around the crotch…
He missed it, damn it. He missed her. He missed them. And he wasn’t going to let her get away from them again.
“I think I just had my dick sucked off,” Damon croaked. “Holy shit, that felt good.”
Will chuckled, lifting himself from Phoebe’s back to grin at his friend. “More for me then, old man, seeing as you’re dickless and all.”
Damon smirked. “Fuck you, mate. I’m young, hung and ready for fun.”
Will felt Phoebe shift, her sex—
still throbbing from her orgasm—giving his spent cock a little squeeze. “Do I get a say in this?”
Damon laughed, his eyes glinting, his teeth flashing. “No.”
Will’s gazed at Phoebe, wondering how she’d respond to such an answer.
Doesn’t matter. Stretch is right. She doesn’t.
The arrogance of the thought sent a shard of something disquieting into Will’s chest, but he couldn’t ignore the truth. He and Damon had set out to do two things when they’d driven to Morpeth from Newcastle—find the reason for Phoebe’s studio fire, and get Phoebe back in their lives.
Will’s gaze travelled over Phoebe’s back as he stroked her skin, a distant part of his mind reminding him he was still embedded in her tight heat. His head spun. What if she told them both to bugger off now? How would he deal with that while still enveloped by her sweet pussy?
How would he control himself?
“Not even,” Phoebe said slowly, twisting a little to shoot Damon a sideward glance, “if I say, fuck me again please? Pretty please?”
Damon laughed. “Oh baby, in that case, ‘pretty please’ away.”
Will whooshed out a breath, closing his eyes as he let his head fall backward. Oh thank you, God. Thank you.
“But first I think some answers about my studio are in order, yes?” Phoebe went on, and once again Will felt her shift around his dick, this time enough for his semi-hard shaft to slip from her damp pussy.
He straightened, opening his eyes to study Damon. His body thrummed with an elemental ache he recognized as need. Already the base, primitive caveman side of his brain was thinking of their next coupling—Damon buried in her cunt, Will fucking her arse, Damon sucking her tits as Will held them, Phoebe’s whimpers and pleas for more turning the air to—
“Perhaps something to eat first,” Damon said, jerking Will back from the wholly erotic scenario. “And for once, I actually mean food.”
Phoebe laughed, climbing off the bed with graceful ease. “Fair enough.”
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