He stiffened. Just for a beat. Because damn it, he didn’t like hearing the word our leaving Dean’s lips. Lynn wasn’t theirs. She was…what? His?
A little premature of you, pal, an amused internal voice piped up.
Silencing the possessive caveman who had decided to inhabit his body, Parker raised his head and met Lynn’s eyes. “Is that right, sweetheart? You’re going to come for me?”
She huffed out an irritated breath. “Not if you keep stopping what you’re doing.”
He laughed seductively. “Just for that, I’m going to slow it down and get you worked up all over again.”
“Nobody likes a bossy lover,” Dean chided her.
“You’ve been bossing me around since we got here!” she protested.
Parker shot her an innocent look. “Have we?”
And then, staying true to his word, he proceeded to tease the hell out of her.
He flicked his tongue over her clit with infinite tenderness, refusing to apply the pressure she needed. The pressure she demanded by gripping his hair and trying to bring his mouth closer. Each time she did, he chuckled and retreated, and Dean did the same, his mouth leaving her breasts, hands going still.
“I hate you guys,” she burst out, the desperation in her voice making them exchange wide grins.
Dean leaned in and nipped at her neck. “Naah, you love it.”
“Yes,” she reluctantly agreed, her gorgeous features creased with anguish. “But I’d love it more if you’d let me come.”
Parker glanced up and flashed her a cocky smile. “Ask us nicely.”
Her pulse hammered in the hollow of her throat, and her breasts rose as she sucked in a shaky breath. “Parker…” She shifted her gaze. “Dean…”
“Yes…?” Simultaneous responses, both of them panting in anticipation.
“Dean, I need you sooooo badly, I ache. And Parker?” She paused. Swallowed hard. “Please put your tongue…on my pussy…” the rest of the words came out in a rush, “…and lick me until I come so I’m nice and wet when you push your big, thick cock deep inside me.”
Her face had gone a brilliant red, and her eyelids were squeezed closed. She cracked one open slowly, as if waiting for his response.
Sweet fuck. Parker picked up his jaw from the floor where it had landed as his angel described an act of debauchery worthy of any siren.
In the blink of an eye, Dean was sucking her nipple again, Parker’s lips had closed on her clit, and the two of them licked and fingered her to an orgasm that whipped through the bedroom like a tornado.
Parker had never seen a woman come so hard, and he fucking loved it. He loved every second of shuddering, moaning and gasping, every tug of her fingers on his hair, every pulse of her clit against his tongue.
Afterward, she lay there stunned and sated, eyes wide as she turned from one man to the other.
“W-wow.”
Parker rose to his full height and reached for his zipper, fighting to keep things light and relaxed when what he wanted was to simply take her. Right then, right there.
“You should save the wows for after I take off my pants,” he advised.
Dean laughed and hopped to his own feet. “He’s right. You’ll be wowing all over the place once you see our cocks.”
Another flash of desire sparked in her eyes. Still breathing hard, she propped herself on her elbows. “Well, come on. I’m ready to be amazed.”
Lynn had forced herself to make a joke, but amazement ended up being precisely the right word to describe the sight of their pants hitting the floor.
She found herself staring at two erect cocks. Two erect cocks that were long and thick and much, much bigger than any she’d encountered before.
Her first thought was anticipation—the guys obviously had a talent or two and since it was their equipment, she figured they knew how to handle it.
Her second thought was, Suz is going to die of jealousy.
But she had no time to dwell on either notion, because Parker was suddenly crooking a finger at her.
“C’mere, sweetheart,” he rasped. “I want to see those beautiful lips wrapped around my dick.”
Lynn’s pulse sped off to a whole other dimension. She had to gulp several times to bring moisture to her Sahara-dry mouth.
“Don’t get all nervous on us,” Dean murmured with a faint smile.
She sighed. “I’m not nervous, I’m turned on.”
He laughed softly.
Swallowing again, she scooted to the edge of the bed, her eyes glued to Parker’s erection. She’d never performed a blowjob with someone else watching, and though she wasn’t nervous, she did feel a tad self-conscious.
Dean, however, didn’t give her time to second-guess herself. He cupped the back of her head with one warm hand and guided her to his friend’s waiting erection. “Take a deep breath, then lick.”
The familiar words brought a smile to her lips, and her fears faded. “Where’s the lime?”
“Trust me, babe, you’re going to have your mouth full enough without extra fruit.” He chuckled as she opened her mouth to let Parker in. “He licked you up so good, I know. But he teased you, didn’t he? It’s payback time.”
“Bastard,” Parker muttered to his friend.
Lynn let out a muffled laugh, her confidence building as she realized how right Dean was. Parker had given new meaning to the word teasing. He’d made her squirm and beg and scream, and damned if she was letting him off the hook.
He groaned the moment her lips closed over his blunt head. “Aw hell, sweetheart. That feels so fucking good.”
Her heart hammered wildly as she took him in deeper, sucking him right to the base before gliding back to his tip. Dean’s fingers were still threaded in her hair, guiding her along Parker’s shaft. His other hand was fisted around his cock, stroking lazily as she sucked Parker.
God, this was crazy. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, or how painfully aroused she was. Suz was supposed to be the wild and adventurous one, not Lynn, and yet she had absolutely no intention of stopping what she was doing. It was too thrilling, too deliciously wicked, and she loved every dirty second.
“Nice and slow. Make him beg for it.” Dean’s encouraging voice filled the air, making Lynn smile against Parker’s cock.
She couldn’t deny she liked being in control. Normally she took a passive role in the bedroom, but if she’d known how much fun it was to have all the power, she would have changed that a long time ago.
“Oh, I will,” she told Dean. “But first…both of you need to lose your shirts.”
Neither man so much as protested. Their T-shirts disappeared in the most impressive feat of magic Lynn had ever seen, summoning a laugh from her throat. Which died a second later, because there was nothing funny about the sheer and utter sexiness of their hard, muscular chests. She’d already seen Parker’s bare chest at yoga, but Dean’s was equally ripped. And equally enticing.
His curved pectoral muscles were covered with a trace of dark hair. He had a similar tattoo to Parker’s, only his banner flew above the flat dark disk of his left nipple, the animal snarling at her a wolf with sharp teeth.
She wondered briefly what their third friend had for a mascot, but her gaze slid back to the two cocks standing at attention in front of her, and all conjecture was lost in the here and now.
She leaned in and swirled her tongue over Parker’s tip, a salty drop of moisture infusing her taste buds. He shuddered from the teasing lick, thrusting his hips forward, but she shot him an evil grin and moved her head to the side.
When she wrapped her lips around Dean’s erection, both men groaned.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Parker mumbled.
She peered up at him, her lips still stretched wide around the head of his friend’s cock.
His gaze was downright smoldering as it locked with hers, but it took on a flicker of smug satisfaction when he glanced at Dean. “Ha, who’s getting teased now?”
Lynn b
riefly released Dean so she could cast Parker a cheerful smile. “Oh, not him. Dean won’t have to beg for a thing.”
She resumed sucking Dean’s cock with fervor, bobbing her head up and down his shaft for several seconds before shifting her attention to Parker.
But Parker didn’t get the same thorough treatment as his friend. She simply glided her tongue along his shaft in a featherlight stroke before returning to Dean.
Parker’s desperate growl made her laugh, but she didn’t take pity on the man. Nope, she worked harder to drive him mad.
Grinning, she took Dean’s cock all the way to the back of her throat and sucked hard, only to shift to Parker and place a soft kiss on the underside of his shaft.
Dean got long, deep pulls and the sharp pump of her hand, while Parker got a delicate lick to the crown of his cock.
She squeezed Dean’s tight sac and elicited a happy purr from his lips before gently rubbing her lips over Parker’s, gaining a frustrated grumble in response.
“How is this fair?” he mumbled. “This jerk teased you just as much as I did.”
“Mmm-hmmm.” She released Dean’s erection with a wet pop. “But you seemed to gloat a little harder.”
She proceeded to close her mouth over Parker’s cock and inch her way to the base in the slowest, lightest stroke imaginable.
“Christ, woman, you’re killing me,” he squeezed out.
“Not me,” Dean said brightly when her mouth returned to gobble him up. “I’m doing great here. Thanks, Lynn.”
Her laughter trembled against his shaft. God, she really, really liked him. She got the feeling Dean was always the charming life of the party, no matter where he went.
Parker, on the other hand…he was charming, all right, but more intense than his friend. And the thrill that flew up her spine whenever he growled at her was a thousand times more visceral than the jolt of desire she got from the sound of Dean’s husky moans.
She brought Parker’s cock into her mouth again, increasing the suction only the teeniest bit, but the tighter grip seemed to unleash something inside him.
“I need to be in you,” he burst out. “Right fucking now.”
The next thing she knew, she was being hauled to her feet and a hot male mouth crashed over hers.
Parker’s kiss stole the breath from her lungs. His tongue greedily plunged into her mouth as his hands cupped her breasts and his cock pressed against her belly.
She moaned, then yelped when he spun her around and led her to the bed. To her surprise, Dean was already lying there on his back, his gray eyes flickering with heat as he fisted his cock in a steady rhythm.
“Suck him, sweetheart.” Parker’s gravelly voice sounded from behind her, and she heard the rustle of fabric, as if he was rifling through his pants.
The ache had returned, pulsing in her core and tingling in her nipples. Dean beckoned her with his cock and her pussy clenched so hard it was a miracle she didn’t pull a muscle.
She crawled up the mattress and curled her fingers around his shaft, lowering her head again. His low moan of approval sent a rush of arousal through her body, rivaled only by the jolt of lust that shot through her as a pair of big, warm hands gripped her hips.
She twisted her head. Parker was on his knees behind her, a condom stretched over his impressive erection, his green eyes burning with desire.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he rasped. “Until you can’t remember your own frickin’ name.”
She shivered uncontrollably. God. Hands down, that was the hottest thing any man had ever said to her.
“Do it,” she whispered. “Please.”
Her lips found Dean’s cock again at the same time Parker drove deep inside. The force of his thrust sent her shooting forward, but it didn’t hurt. No, pain was the furthest thing from what she was feeling at the moment.
Parker’s labored breathing tickled the nape of her neck. He’d leaned forward, his hot lips latching on to her shoulder as he slowly eased his cock out of her. But he didn’t withdraw completely. His tip remained lodged inside her, and then he pushed his shaft back in, one excruciating inch at a time.
“You like the way his cock feels inside you?” Dean murmured.
She met his knowing eyes and managed a nod.
“Tell him how much, baby.”
“I love it.” Turning her head, she looked at Parker, whose pupils had darkened with satisfaction.
“Good,” Dean told her. “Now suck me off while he fucks you.”
It was impossible to control the arousal running rampant in her body. She could hardly breathe. Her vision refused to focus. The pleasure was too intense, forming a knot of pressure between her legs that only seemed to grow tauter and hotter as Parker’s cock slammed into her from behind in a fast, frenzied tempo.
Each time he hit her sweet spot, she moaned around Dean’s cock. Each time his strokes went shallower than she wanted, she wiggled her ass and tried to deepen the contact, which only made Parker growl with excitement. His husky growl had officially become her favorite sound in the whole world and she found herself thrusting back even harder, just so she could hear it again.
“Goddamn it, Lynn,” he mumbled. “You’re amazing.”
“Amazing,” Dean agreed, his handsome features growing tortured as he thrust into her eager mouth. “I’m getting close.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg, but her need hovered right there…
Thank God Parker seemed to know exactly what she needed, because his arm came around her body and his hand moved between her legs. When his skillful finger began strumming her clit, Lynn was a goner. The pressure in her core detonated, unleashing an orgasm that tore through her body and seized her muscles.
“Coming,” Dean moaned. Hot jets of his release filled her mouth and coated her tongue.
Another burst of pleasure rocketed through her. She swallowed every last drop, loving the way his hands cupped her cheeks, loving the way Parker’s cock filled her so completely.
“Lynn.” Her name was ripped from Parker’s throat. He thrust deep and went still, his cock throbbing inside her as he trembled with release.
Madness.
This was madness.
But the good kind. The kind that left you limp and mindless, the kind that had Lynn sighing happily and falling back against Parker’s rock-hard chest. His arms came around to hold her close, and as she recovered from her full-body orgasm, she still couldn’t wrap her head around what had just happened.
She’d had sex with two men.
No, she’d had incredible sex with two men.
But now, with the afterglow beginning to fade, a pang of self-consciousness had returned. She wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. Embarrassment warmed her cheeks as she glanced down to meet Dean’s eyes.
The grin he flashed her soothed her discomfort. “C’mere and gimme a kiss, baby.”
Heart pounding, she climbed up his body and brushed her lips over his. The second they broke apart, she was yanked in the other direction as Parker’s mouth found hers.
“You okay?” He tugged on the end of her braid, peering at her with concerned green eyes.
“More than okay,” she admitted. A smile lifted her lips. “That was incredible.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
He looked as if he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. He kept watching her, a veil dropping over his expression.
“Can I use your washroom?” Dean looked pretty darn pleased as he slid off the bed.
“Sure. It’s right across the hall.”
Once Dean left the room, she noticed Parker’s gaze was still fixed on her face.
“What?” she said awkwardly.
“Can I see you again?”
The intensity of his question startled her. “Oh. Um…” She spared a glance at the open doorway. “I…okay, I’m going to lay my cards on the table. I had a lot of fun tonight. A lot of fun. But I don’t usually make it a habit of dating, um, two guys at once, so—�
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“I’m not asking you to see us again,” he said in a low voice. “I’m asking you to see me. Just me, Lynn.”
Her heart skipped a beat. He looked so earnest and so gorgeous the word yes almost flew from her lips, but she nipped the urge in the bud.
“Are you asking me out?” she said uneasily.
He nodded.
Her cheeks went hot again. “Even after I, uh, slept with your friend?”
The hint of a smile crossed his lips. “What happened just now…that was sex, sweetheart. Fun, sweaty sex between three consenting adults. But that was tonight. Starting tomorrow, I want something else. Something involving you and me and nobody else.” He leaned forward and brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Will you go out on a date with me?”
An involuntary laugh popped out of her mouth. “You know, you’re doing things all backwards. First you buy the girl dinner and take her dancing, then you get her in bed.”
“I guess I need to brush up on my social etiquette, huh?” Uncertainty floated in his eyes. “Wait, you want me to take you dancing? Because that might be a problem.”
“Oh really?”
He sighed. “I’ve got no moves. I could take you shooting, though. How about dinner and target practice?”
She gaped. “Do you seriously plan romantic dates for a living? Because I’m really beginning to wonder.”
Parker shrugged sheepishly. “Fine, we’ll do whatever you want. Email me a ten-page list of all the activities you enjoy, and I promise, I won’t quit until we cross off every last one.”
The muffled sound of a toilet flushing suddenly echoed from the hall, bringing another flicker of urgency to his expression.
“What do you say, Lynn? Will you go out with me?”
It didn’t escape her that they were both naked and sitting on rumpled, well-sexed sheets. Hell, Parker was still wearing the condom he’d used to fuck her.
Nope, the absurdity of it all certainly didn’t pass her by.
But in spite of that, she met his gaze and said, “I’d love to.”
Suz
She adjusted Tony’s oversized dress shirt around her knees as she crawled onto the couch to catch her breath. Both guys were currently sprawled over each other and the king-sized mattress, content and sated if the smiles on their sleeping faces meant anything.
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