by Desiree Holt
Linc flicked his eyes up at Drew and saw the same thing reflected there. Oh, yes.
Tonight would definitely be memorable.
Chapter Three
Carrie couldn’t believe another climax was building low in her body again. But the sight of Linc’s enormous cock sliding back and forth between her breasts, and the touch of Drew’s fingers caressing her shoulders, her arms, the upper swell of her compressed flesh was like a feather of flame dancing over her. Every nerve they ignited felt as if it were connected directly to the centre of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to still the fluttering, but the insistent beat of the deep pulse just grew stronger.
“Do you like that, Carrie?” Linc was moving faster now, the friction of his cock pleasurable against her skin.
“Yes,” she gasped, her breath trapped in her throat as more erotic sensations swept over her.
“Yes, what?” he prompted.
“Yes, I like it.”
“Yes, you like what?” Drew prompted, reaching between Linc’s hands to tug on her nipples. “Tell us what you like.”
Oh, god!
“Yes, I like you to fuck my breasts.”
“Very good.” Linc leant down to kiss her, pressing Drew’s hands hard against her nipples. “I’m going to come now,” he rasped when he lifted his head. “I’m going to come all over your soft skin and your beautiful tits. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” But she wanted something inside her, too.
Drew leant over her face, his eyes knowing as if he could read her mind. “But you want something inside you, too, don’t you, Carrie?”
She nodded, unable to form words any more, concentrating only on Linc’s movements and the insistent throb in her cunt.
“And we’re going to let you have it,” he told her. “Just as soon as we watch Linc come all over you.”
Carrie felt Linc’s body tighten, his thighs tense where they straddled her, saw his back stiffen, then he went rigid, his head thrown back, a hoarse, unintelligible cry echoing from his throat. He erupted, his cock pulsing as thick jets of cum spurted onto her breasts and her neck. His great body shook with his release, spasms wracking him.
Finally, he collapsed forward, bracing himself on his hands to keep from crushing her.
She felt Drew slide from beneath her head, replacing his body with a pillow. In a few moments he was back, nudging Linc to move back away from her and cleansing her body with a soft, warm, wet cloth. Carrie closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the damp caress, the soft glide of the material, the feathering of Drew’s breath across her cheeks as he bent over her. She was vaguely aware of Linc backing away, moving from the couch completely and sliding to the floor. When he leant back his hair tickled her legs. Why had no one ever told her that the touch of hair could be such a carnal sensation?
She lay there as Drew tended to her, squeezing her thighs together again, harder, wishing she could still the insistent demand of her body.
Drew skimmed his eyes over her and chuckled. “I think we may have to do something about your…problem, Carrie. I wish I’d known long before this what a truly responsive person you are.”
“But you know now,” Linc reminded him, his breathing still uneven. “And we’re going to make the most of it.”
“Yes, we are,” Drew said in a soft voice. He brushed his lips against hers, then raced the outline of her mouth with his tongue. Carrie let her own peep out from between her lips and duel with his, an erotic dance that only aroused her even more.
“We definitely are.” He tossed the cloth to Linc to do his own cleanup, then helped Carrie to a sitting position and lifted her into his arms. He nodded at the bottle and the glasses. “Catch the wine, will you, Linc? I think it’s time to move this to the bedroom.”
Carrie caught her bottom lip between her teeth. This would definitely take things to the next level. Was this what she really wanted? On the heels of the tiny thread of doubt came a giant wash of lust, wiping everything from her mind but what was about to take place. And reminding her that this was what she wanted. What she’d fantasised about.
Yes, a move was definitely in order.
Drew Magellan’s bedroom was a reflection of his personality just as the rest of the condo was. Thick chocolate carpet silenced their footfalls as he carried her into the room. A massive, carved wood dresser with a tall mirror stood against one wall. Against another was an arrangement of two comfortable chairs with a small table between them. Maybe a place where he worked when he got up in the middle of the night.
But the centrepiece of the room was a larger-than-king-sized bed with a headboard carved to match the dresses and elevated on a slight riser. A comforter in sweeping tones of burnt orange and gold was like a flame rising into the room and heating the air. Or maybe, Carrie, thought she was just so hot herself that she imagined it.
Drew stood her on her feet, holding her with one hand while the other swept back the comforter, blanket and top sheet. Then he placed her very carefully on the cool, soft cotton of the bottom sheet, bracing her against the headboard and propping all the soft pillows around her. His hand trailed over her breasts, her tummy and into the golden curls covering her mound, then down her thighs and calves to her ankles.
“Your skin is like silk,” he murmured, his voice heavy with desire. “I could touch it and taste it all night long. Except then I’d miss all the other good parts, and that would be a shame.”
He stood up as Linc set the cooler with the wine in it on the night stand and poured a little in each glass. Drew handed Carrie’s drink to her.
“Sip slowly, now, sugar. You don’t want to fall asleep and miss any of the fun.” He touched his glass to hers. “And neither do I.”
Linc sat down cross-legged at the foot of the bed, his cock still swollen and semi-erect and laying against his thigh. Carrie watched him study her over the rim of his glass, an inquisitive look on his face.
“Tell me, Carrie.” He let his gaze roam over her body. “I think Drew’s too polite to ask but I’m curious. Is this the first time you’ve done this? A ménage?”
She sensed Drew go still standing beside her, a sudden tension running through him.
What was the right answer? Yes? No? Well, all she could tell them was the truth. She took a sip of her wine before answering, then placed the glass on the stand beside the cooler. “Yes.
Yes, it is.”
“So, then.” He swirled the wine in his glass. “What made you decide to…jump into the pond, so to speak?”
She shrugged. “Maybe I just wanted a little excitement in my life.” She glanced over at Drew, who was still standing motionless beside the bed. “You know. Two good looking men?” She cocked her head. “And what about you, Linc? Do you and Drew do this very often?”
Drew but in before Linc could answer her. “Maybe it was just the right time. Can we cut the Twenty Questions, Linc?”
For a brief moment Carrie wondered what had made Drew snap at his friend. But he placed one knee on the bed, cupped a breast and bent his head to pull the nipple into his mouth, and she forgot to think about anything. At the touch of his mouth she sucked in a tiny breath. Her nipples were already so sensitive from the attention both men had given to them that just the slight suction and wet heat sent jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. The demanding pulse that had been growing now blossomed to jungle drum proportions and she wriggled her hips, trying to find some relief.
Her nipple still in his mouth, Drew nudged her thighs apart with one hand and placed just the tip of a finger on her clit, a light stroke that ghosted over it. But in her aroused state, it set up a series of tremors that made her body silently beg for more.
“Ohhh.”
The needy sigh drifted from her mouth. She tried to grab for Drew’s hand and press it hard against her swollen labia but he slipped it away. His sensual chuckle vibrated against her breast.
“I think your thermostat must be permanently turned on full
high,” he teased, circling her opening with his finger.
She refused to beg, but holy hell, she wanted one of their cocks inside her right now.
Apparently this was what happened when a person went too long without really good sex.
Although, she was beginning to wonder if any of the sex she’d ever had was really good.
“I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Please.”
He lifted his head, his silver/slate eyes eating her up. “Not yet. We have something else to pleasure you with first.”
Her eyes opened wider. “Really? Like what?”
And hurry up and get to it, because whatever it is, I want it now.
“Let me show you.”
He opened the deep drawer in the nightstand and removed a wide oblong black leather case. When he flipped open the cover, Carrie stared at the array of dildos—five of them—in various sizes and lengths. Drew pulled out a second case that contained toys she’d never even seen before. She raised her eyes and stared at Drew, acutely conscious of Linc watching her from the foot of the bed.
“Um, do I get to choose?”
“No.” The grin he gave her was slow and sensual. “We do. That’s part of the fun.” He placed both cases next to her on the bed. “Let’s get you situated to see which one works best.”
Carrie would have slid lower on the bed and opened her thighs, but Drew lifted her easily and turned her face down. She sensed Linc shifting position and moving up behind her, then his hands were on her waist, lifting her to her knees. Drew moved the big pillows beneath her to support her as the men arranged her on her hands and knees.
“Take a deep breath, Carrie.” Drew’s lips were close to her ear, caressing it like a warm, summer breeze. “The ride is just beginning.”
Drew couldn’t decide if this was the smartest thing he’d ever done or the dumbest. On the one hand, he’d gotten Carolina Derosa exactly where he’d been fantasising about for months—naked in his bedroom. On the other, to disguise his own very personal interest, he had used Linc to do it, and now there was no turning back.
He had no idea where this possessive streak had come from. He’d been so certain all he needed was one long night of hot jungle sex with her and his itch would be scratched.
Instead, he found himself resenting it every time Linc touched her—or she touched him—
and doing his level best to conceal it.
He’d avoided looking directly at Linc for the past half hour, but he was sure his friend was well aware of what he was feeling. They’d known each other too long. Well, fuck it. He’d enjoy the ménage for the night, but after that he was kicking Linc to the kerb. Then he’d have to figure out how to communicate his feelings to Carrie and what to do about the office situation. Although, the latter was the least of his worries at the moment.
Right now, he was kneeling beside Carrie and admiring her exposed cunt. The swollen folds were dark pink from arousal. The glistening flesh wet with her cream. The tiny winking opening of her anus. Blood pumped to his cock which instantly hardened. Carrie Derosa was going to get fucked in the ass tonight, but he would be the one doing it. That was one place where he’d put his foot down.
Linc had rearranged himself so he was lying on his back with his face directly beneath Carrie’s sweet-smelling pussy.
“Stop staring and start playing,” he told Drew just before he pressed his fingers over the top of the soft blonde curls and clamped his mouth over Carrie’s clit.
“Ohhh,” she sighed again, jerking in response to his touch.
Drew wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked it, stimulated by the erotic sight of his friend eating the delectable female displayed on his bed. He might be feeling possessive but still, the sight of her with her clit in his friend’s mouth jacked up his blood pressure and sent a fresh flood of blood pumping to his erection.
“Hang on, baby,” he told her. “Just hang on.”
Snapping his eyes away from the mesmerising sight, he lifted the medium size dildo from the caseand pressed the tip of it to Carrie’s wet, pink opening. At the first touch, she jerked again, but Linc raised his hands to her waist, holding her in place.
“Easy, baby,” Drew said. “We’ll take this nice and slow.”
“What if I don’t want it slow?” She rocked back and forth on Linc’s mouth, her body straining to climb that peak looming out of her reach.
“Just trust us.”
He placed a soft kiss on each cheek of her ass and trailed his hand over the nicely rounded globes. Then he pressed harder on the dildo, watching as it slid up into the grasping clutch of her cunt. He wondered if it was possible for his cock to get any harder than it already was.
Carrie shivered as he inserted the vibrator, letting out a small sigh when it was completely enveloped by her flesh.
Drew rested his hand on the base of her spine, just at the curve of her ass, and pressed the button on the bottom of the dildo. Immediately it sprang into action, and he felt the vibrations through the palm of his hand. He also felt the shudders wracking Carrie’s body as the climax she wanted so badly overtook her.
Linc held her steady with his hands as he continued to eat at her cunt, licking and sucking it as Carrie rocked back and forth, and the climax raced through every part of her body. A high, keening sound escaped her lips. She threw her head back and convulsed around the dildo again and again.
When the grip of her release began to fade, Linc slid from beneath her body, Drew eased the dildo from her wet folds with a wet, plopping sound and together they placed her on her stomach, tossing aside the pillows. The two men stretched out on either side of her, but it was Drew who kissed her lips while Linc soothed her body with his hand. And Drew kept kissing her, brushing his lips over hers before taking the kiss deeper. His tongue teased at the seam, and when she opened for him he eased carefully inside. He wanted to devour her mouth, but he knew she was exhausted, spent, and needed soothing rather than ravishing.
Finally, he lifted his mouth, caressing her cheek with his fingers. Memorising the look on her face. Somehow he had to find a way to keep her after this. If she enjoyed the ménage enough to want to do it again, it would be on his terms—with his sign of possession stamped all over her.
Linc licked Carrie’s sweet juices from his lips, blown away by her incredible taste. He and Drew had shared many, many women since their first foray into ménage years ago, but none had the essence of Carrie. There was something different about her, an innate sense of giving that he rarely found in a woman. Most of them were focused on their satisfaction or how their performance was graded. Carrie held nothing back and seemed to take her pleasure form theirs.
He stroked her wonderful breasts, loving the contours of her body and the satiny feel of her skin., trying to ignore the fact that Drew was kissing her. He had no idea why the hell it should bother him. It never had before. Often when they shared women either he or Drew would pair off with them between sessions. It was all implicit. Understood.
But Carrie was like a rare hot house flower. A discovery. The minute he’d laid eyes on her in the reception area, something inside him had reached out to her. Apparently, however, the connection was between her and Drew. Okay. So be it. But he’d take his pleasure with her for as long as the night lasted, and just maybe poke at Drew a little while doing so.
“I suggest a nice hot shower for the lady,” he said, pushing himself up to a sitting position.
“I agree.” Drew rolled smoothly to his feet. “No stealing from the cookie jar while I get things ready.”
Linc swallowed a smile as his friend stalked off to the huge master bath. In a moment, the sound of the shower spray drifted out into the room, and Drew was back, lifting Carrie into his arms. He whispered a kiss across her mouth.
“What do you think, baby? Shower sound good?”
Her eyes were closed and her lips were curved in a satisfied smile. She leaned her head into his shoulder and murmured, “Um hum.”
; Linc followed them into the bathroom, big enough to hold a dance in, and into the custom shower that could easily hold a family of six. Drew had very definitely taken charge of both the situation and the completely delectable Carrie Derosa, but Linc wasn’t going to be pushed aside quite that easily. He might not win the prize but he was still in the game. When Drew sat Carrie very carefully on the wide marble bench, Linc knelt in front of her, shielding her from the water misting from ten different shower heads, and began licking the drops of water from her thighs.
“Don’t you think we ought to use a little soap in this shower?” Drew’s amused voice sounded behind him.
He looked over his shoulder. “Absolutely. How about handing it to me?”
Drew reached to hand him the container of shower gel. “This isn’t going to turn into a pissing contest, is it?”
Linc stole a glance at Carrie, sitting blissfully limp on the bench, leaning against the wall, her lips curved in a tiny secret smile. “I think you already won the prize. I just want to make sure I don’t leave empty-handed.”
There was a moment of silence when all Linc could hear was the hissing of the water.
Then he sensed Drew taking a step backward.
“I would never do that to you,” he said. “As long as you understand what’s happening here.”
Linc turned his head and grinned, water pelting on his face. “Oh, I do. Maybe even more than you do yourself.”
The two men locked their gazes for a long moment.
Drew looked away first, and turning back to Carrie, poured some of the scented gel into his hand. Slowly he worked it into a lather and began applying it to Carrie’s flushed skin.
She sighed as his hands glided over her shoulders, her arms, the column of her neck. When he reached her breasts he cupped them in his palms, rubbing the lather into her nipples until they swelled again and turned a dusky rose.