The Gift of Three

by Kaitlin Maitland, Allie Quinn,

  Her lips were warm, and she tasted of sugar. He felt her reaction to him, to his kiss, surge through her. Her breaths quickened. Her heartbeat sped up. Her spicy scent held him, captured him as if he’d stepped into a trap. Lost in her as he explored her mouth with his tongue, Andrew brought his hands up and cupped her face. He was drawn to the soft, enticing, exciting feel of her kiss. It was as if she had the ability to reach all the way to his heart. He was certain his heart beat with hers. Through her kiss, he was able to melt into her. His kiss was hungry but patient, forceful but gentle, searching and exploring. Her kiss made him hot, hotter than any woman had ever made him. For a moment before he edged in some control, he’d been certain he was going to come. And he’d never before come from just a simple kiss. But then what he felt in her lips was far from simple.

  When he finally forced his mouth from hers, he still held her face in his hands. He looked at her. It was three long seconds before she seemed to regain her balance and open her eyes. He loved the way he could unbalance her, make her want something but not quite know what it was. Her breathing was uneven. His kiss left her bottom lip swollen and quivering.

  Her kiss left his dick the same way. And as much as he would have liked to press her up against the wall and bury his cock in her, let her feel how swollen and quivering she made him, he needed to move slowly.

  Andrew brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, relishing in its softness. Tentatively, she touched her tongue to his thumb. The moist heat sent his heart racing with anticipation. “Would you please do that to my cock before the day is over?”

  Hell, she blushed. He watched as pink heat spread up her neck into her cheeks. He’d never known such innocent reactions could turn him on so much. He might be against pushing her, but he wasn’t against testing her to see how she would react and how open she was to trying new things.

  “What made you blush?” he asked. “My use of the word cock? Or the fact I asked you to put your tongue on it?” He heard her cute little pants.

  She met his gaze evenly. “Both.”

  “I love your honesty.” He knew Jake still stood a few feet away from them, drinking his tea and taking in everything like a sponge, but Andrew kept his attention on Maggie. Jake usually got off watching first, so it didn’t bother Andrew to start his courtship before Jake had his turn. It ate at the pit of his stomach to know Maggie had never come, never felt that wonderful exhilaration. And damn, he meant to give it to her wrapped in a big Christmas present in the shape of his dick with a bow, over and over again. “But the important question is, does my saying that make you want to, or make you hot and horny?”

  “Yes…to both.”

  He looked into her eyes. “Good. Still nervous?” He wished to hell she wasn’t. He only wanted to give her pleasure, not fear or anxiety.

  “A little.”

  He wasn’t sure if moving faster would ease her nervousness. “I’m going to unbutton your blouse.”

  Slowly, she nodded. Perhaps she didn’t trust herself to speak. Andrew decided not to question but take action while the taking was good. His gaze held hers as he used a snail’s pace to slide the buttons free, making sure his fingers brushed against her nipples in the process. Once the blouse was completely undone, he looked down and took in her pink lacy bra. Her nipples were nicely peaked.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured. He flipped the cups of her bra down to reveal the most perfect tits he’d ever seen. Just the right size to fill his palms or his mouth, with pretty, perky nipples surrounded by dark-pink flesh. He lightly brushed his thumbs across her nipples. They were hard pebbles.

  She shivered.

  He pressed his palms over her breasts then teased each nipple with his thumbs and fingers. She gasped. He loved that he could manipulate them and get a carnal reaction from her.

  “Like it?”

  She nodded, then swallowed hard.

  Without any further hesitation, Andrew leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She gasped louder. He ventured a glance upward and saw her eyes were closed, her expression filled with ecstasy, her breathing loud as if she fought for control. She held on to his shoulders. He felt the strength of her hands. He also felt her desire. He liked them both.

  With one hand pressed to the lower part of her back to hold her in place, he sucked with enough pressure to keep it pleasurable. He reached down with his other hand and cupped her sex through her jeans. Damn, the heat of her moved right up his arm.

  “You are fucking hot, sweetheart,” he murmured. Then he moved to taste her other nipple. She squared her shoulders and thrust out her breasts, giving him better access.

  “Yes…yes. I am.”

  Her words were breathy, as if he’d stolen her voice from her.

  “How hot are you? Tell me.” He switched nipples again, licking her skin in between.

  “So hot…I need to take off my clothes.”

  It was just what he needed to hear. “Please do.” Tiny shivers moved through her, like sparks from a sparkler. He circled her nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Her moan made him hard.

  She let go of him but fumbled with her jeans button, seemingly not coordinated enough to do what needed to be done to free herself.

  He stopped his titty action and met her gaze. For a heartbeat, she swayed slightly, and it looked as though her knees might buckle. He held her closer, steadying her. He liked the way his touch made her knees weak. Hell, all he’d done was suck her nipples, and she’d become like putty in his hands.

  He loved it.

  “Here. Let me help you.” He put his lips to hers, thrust his tongue into her mouth, and unbuttoned her jeans at the same time. His knuckles brushed against soft skin and a hint of lace. Beneath his touch, she shivered.

  Just wait, sweetheart, until you feel my tongue there. And lower.

  He moved the zipper down. Not giving her time to think, he took his lips from hers, dropped to his knees, and put his lips on the sensitive skin in the V of her open fly.

  “Ahh.” She sucked in her belly but didn’t move away.

  Andrew pressed the bit of white lace that was revealed out of the way and licked lower. She laughed, deep and throaty. He liked the way she tugged on his hair. With the way she held him in place, he guessed she liked what he was doing.

  And he was just getting started.

  JAKE WATCHED FROM the far side of the room, idly twirling the ice in his glass. Andrew always amazed him. It was as if the guy could dance with his mouth. Jake often thought Andrew could get his rocks off by doing nothing more than kissing a woman’s neck as long as she wore the right perfume. Jake was pretty certain Andrew was such a hand-and-mouth guy that if he tied Andrew up and covered his mouth with duct tape, Andrew would never come. Now Jake watched as Andrew seemed to whisper over Maggie’s skin without making a sound or saying a word.

  And as for Maggie…

  Jake doubted the woman needed to worry about not being able to come, at least not while she was in Andrew’s arms. She looked well on the road to that destination. Her expression was pure pleasure. Her eyes were closed, and her pouty, need-to-be-kissed-more lips were trembling. She was so ensnared in Andrew’s net of passion, she probably didn’t remember Jake was even in the room.

  Her breasts…

  Deep pink and hard, her nipples were the perfection he’d thought they’d be. Andrew played over them like a man playing a sweet symphony.

  Generally, he and Andrew took turns, but Jake was finding it impossible to stand and watch and not join in. Not that he didn’t like to watch. He did. And while he was, indeed, enjoying watching what Andrew did with Maggie, he ached to be a part of the action. He should be able to touch and watch at the same time, right? As Andrew dropped to his knees and put his tongue to the skin beneath the fly of Maggie’s jeans, her needy groan filled the room.

  Why in hell do I need to wait? I can help him slide her jeans off. I can enjoy that beautiful mouth while Andrew enjoys her lower lips.


  His glass made a loud thunk as he set it down on the small table near the sofa, but the couple a few feet away didn’t notice. Nor did they notice his approach.

  She sighed when, from behind, Jake put his hands on her arms and caressed her all the way up to her shoulders. She leaned her head back, her eyes still closed, and gave him easier access to her neck.

  Which he took full advantage of.

  Her flesh was soft and warm beneath his lips. An underlying scent of something spicy like cinnamon wafted through the air around him. He moved his tongue over her skin, enjoying her softness. Without taking his lips from her, he slipped her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms; it landed somewhere near his feet. Her bra followed quickly. Her back was so smooth, so perfect. He slid his palms over it before putting his arms around her and testing the weight of her breasts in his hands.

  He glanced down to find Andrew sliding her jeans over her hips and down her legs. Hell, he’d meant to help do that, but he’d gotten lost in the warmth of her. Beneath his fingers, her heart raced. Beneath his lips, her pulse rushed. Her curvy, soft backside pressed against his cock. It didn’t matter that there was a layer of her lacy panties, his slacks, and his underwear; his cock felt her, felt the call of her, and needed her as he’d never before needed a woman.

  He sucked the soft flesh of her nape while at the same time he pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He grinned at the shiver that passed through her. He leaned around her just enough so that he could look down and watch Andrew, who’d pulled her panties aside and buried his tongue into the folds hidden behind the small patch of dark curls.

  “Ohh…”

  Although the last thing he wanted to do was to let go of her sweet breasts, Jake brought his hands around to her back and slipped his fingers down to the top of her underwear where he cupped her soft ass cheeks before he slid her panties down her legs.

  He brought his hands back up to her shoulders again. He wanted to help more, help make it easier for Andrew. “Lean back,” he whispered.

  She was so lost in their touch, in the moment, that she followed his instruction without question. He eased her down to the floor. Once the floor was beneath her and she was off her feet, Andrew didn’t waste any time. He slipped her shoes off. Her socks, jeans, and panties quickly followed, and he tossed them aside.

  Jake stared. She was even more beautiful than he’d imagined when she lay on her flat—curvy hips, a smooth stomach, breasts that pointed toward the ceiling. He reached out and pulled out the stretchy thing from her ponytail, allowing her hair to fan around her. Then he kissed her.

  He knew Andrew wouldn’t waste any time, and Jake wanted to taste her while Andrew did the same.

  She gasped into his kiss, and he knew Andrew had spread her legs and was now feasting on her pussy. He hoped to hell Andrew never had to make a choice between sucking pussy or fucking pussy, because his friend loved them both like crazy. He paused in kissing her so he could watch as his partner devoured her pink folds, sending her into instant orbit.

  She rocked her hips and groaned, and watching Andrew enjoy her ranked high in the top three beautiful things Jake had ever seen. Andrew swirled his tongue through first her folds, then around her clit.

  Out. Around. In between. Inside. Andrew tasted her as if she were the most delicious delicacy he’d ever had. With his hands, his fingers, Andrew spread her and moved her, making her groan, taking her to the obvious edge. She rocked faster.

  Andrew slipped two fingers inside her, then moved his tongue across her clit.

  She screamed and tried to sit up, tried to squirm out from beneath him. Jake eased her back and kissed her some more.

  Andrew’s chuckle was deep. “I told you I’d make you scream. And for your information, you come nice and sweet. It must have been operator error on the part of whatever poor bastard you were with before. And you aren’t going anywhere. Jake needs to taste you next.”

  Andrew knew him well, knew that now Jake had joined in the action, he’d need to be as close as possible. Andrew moved slightly so Jake could quickly take his place. Jake covered her labial lips with his mouth and moaned at the wonderful taste of her. Tangy, sexy, juicy. “Mmm.” He mimicked Andrew’s action and enjoyed her as she quaked beneath him. He filled her with two fingers, testing her depth and discovering it more than accommodating.

  Within seconds, he undid his fly and allowed—finally—his cock some freedom. But not for long. Andrew handed him a foil package, and he wasted no time sheathing his needy cock. He buried it all the way inside her, filling her completely, and instantly found himself lost in her tight heat. She screamed again. He leaned up and pulled out slightly, thrust in, filling her completely. More. Harder.

  He rode her, and she matched his motion. It was almost as if she rocked her hips in rhythm with whatever song rang through the room. Her screams of pleasure sent him to undiscovered heights.

  He and Andrew had shared many women, but none had ever come as sweetly and genuinely as Maggie. No one else had ever made him feel as if he wanted to give her the world as he lost himself within her.

  Her tight pussy squeezed even tighter around him. She stopped screaming.

  He was so lost in her that he didn’t notice until right that second that Andrew had his pants off. He looked up to see Andrew’s huge cock filling her mouth as he straddled her face. She sucked on Andrew with the same rhythm Jake was using as he thrust into her again and again.

  And then Jake discovered another thing that was different now than in the past. He wasn’t rushing to the finish line. In fact, he wanted to make this last as long and deep as possible. He wanted to make Maggie come over and over, hoping to make up for all the times she’d been frustrated and unsatisfied. He wanted to give her the world from the end of his dick all the way to her heart. He wanted Maggie to know pleasure—simple, real, heart-stopping pleasure.

  And while he thrust into her and caressed her thighs and watched the bliss on her face while she swallowed Andrew, he thought he could almost feel it flowing through her. Damn, watching her suck Andrew made him so hot. Jake made a mental Christmas wish that this sweet fuckfest could last all day.

  Chapter Three

  Maggie’s heart pounded.

  The textures, the sensations, the deep burning.

  Never had she experienced what these men had given her. Their hands on her skin had her hot. Their attentiveness and their desire to make her feel good were like a bright, warm sun on a gloomy day. Andrew’s cock in her mouth was like nothing she’d ever tasted before. It was soft and hard at the same time. The way he groaned and moved gave her a sense of power unlike anything else, ever. And his cock filled her mouth with satisfaction…indescribable. Sucking his dick left her lips and tongue tingling with never-felt-before anticipation, like a first, exciting kiss that didn’t end. She liked controlling how and when and where a man like Andrew Harper came. She’d only given one other blowjob in her life, and she didn’t remember it being so satisfying.

  Andrew leaned over her, his knees near her head, his hands on the floor above her. She took advantage of the position to slide her palms up underneath his shirt. His skin was smooth, perfect with a dusting of hair she wanted to slide her fingers through.

  When she finally allowed him to come, she swallowed, liking his musky taste. She held him in place with her palms on his muscular ass and refused to let him go until she had him screaming.

  “Enough! Enough! Fuck!”

  She laughed as he rolled to the floor beside her. “Looks like I made you scream. Tit for tat.”

  He growled. “Tit, huh?”

  He drew closer until he was able to suck her tit into his mouth at the same time Jake thrust deep and hard into her.

  She echoed his scream, felt as if she could fly to the ceiling as her pussy spasmed and another orgasm grabbed her. And held.

  Jake groaned and shuddered, filling her with even more wild heat, reaching so far inside her that he had to be conquer
ing unchartered territory. And he did it with the biggest cock she’d ever felt—not that she’d felt all that many.

  Maggie slumped on the floor, so exhausted she barely had enough strength to hold on to Jake’s shoulder with one hand and Andrew’s shoulder with the other. The touch of them grounded her. She never wanted to let go.

  They’d somehow managed to suck out all the substance from her body. Warm and pliable, she lay there and worked on bringing some oxygen into her lungs.

  Jake collapsed next to her on her other side. She heard their breaths as loud as her own.

  “Are you all right?” Jake asked.

  She smiled. She was better than all right. “Yes. But you just shot me to the moon and back.”

  “Yeah, that was a pretty fucking wild ride.” Andrew sounded as out of breath as she felt. “I can’t remember the last time I had a blowjob that great. Thank you.” He leaned up and kissed her hard.

  Jake reached over and played with her nipple with one finger, seeming to study the way it moved beneath his touch. “It was the nicest fuck I’ve ever had.”

  “I think you guys are just saying that.”

  As quick as a snake, he took his hand off her breast and cupped her cheek instead. He caught her gaze in his.

  “We don’t just say things like that. Remember when we said we expect honesty from you?” Jake didn’t wait for her to answer. “Well, you can expect to get it from us too. We tell things like they are. When I said that was the best I’ve ever had, I meant it.”

  His words brought tears to her eyes. She blinked them away. “You’re welcome,” she said after she found her voice. “It was pretty spectacular.” She looked at Jake. “I was just thinking about you asking if you should be on the naughty list. Now I don’t know if you should be on the naughty list or the great list. Both of you.”

  Jake offered her a sly grin. “I like being on the naughty list.”

  “Me too,” Andrew agreed.

  She laughed. They all fell quiet.