by Jodi Redford
His knees hit the carpet and he tugged her to the foot of the bed. Hiking her legs over his shoulders, he buried his face in all that sweet sugar. He caught her hips when they bucked upward, held them steady while he plowed his tongue along her slit. He suctioned onto her clit, sucking it with firm, demanding pulses that brought more of her wetness bursting on his tongue. He wanted to tongue fuck her until she was dripping like honey. Then he’d slide balls deep inside her and feel all that cream bathing his cock.
Damn near delirious with that need, he ate her like a condemned man consuming his last meal. Growls rolled from his chest, mimicking the animalistic hunger seizing him.
“ Fuck. ”
He was inclined to agree with Nash’s oath.
Fuck. Soon.
He glanced up as a weight shifted the mattress. Nude as the day he was born, Nash settled next to Regan, his entranced stare glued to Regan’s pussy. “How does she taste?”
“Like fucking heaven.”
Nash gave his cock an indulgent stroke before Regan surprised them both by taking over the task. Seeing her dainty fingers wrapped around his best friend’s dick only stirred the carnal beast residing in Mason. “I wanna see you suck him.”
Apparently he didn’t have to ask twice. She rolled onto her side and licked the fat crown of Nash’s cock. Opening her mouth wider, she took the whole length down her throat. The muscles in his abs tensing, Nash groaned, his head falling back.
Mason luxuriated in the sight of her deep-throating his buddy for a moment before flipping her onto her stomach and hiking her up slightly so he could have direct access to her pussy from behind. Filling his palms full of her gorgeous ass, he widened her stance and availed himself of another helping of her deliciousness. He plunged his tongue deep, licking her from the inside out. She made him insatiable. He couldn’t get enough of her. Caressing the silken smoothness of her butt, he flicked her clit softly and trailed his tongue upward. He didn’t stop until he reached the hidden rosebud between her cheeks. He swirled his tongue, causing her to jerk unexpectedly.
A chuckle fell from Nash. “What’s the matter, darlin’? Never had your sweet little ass properly worshipped?”
She shook her head wildly. The franticness of the gesture gave Mason pause. He lifted his head. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
Another head shake in the negative.
Good to know. They’d have to go with a different form of double penetration then, if she was up for it. One thing was for certain, she sure as hell wouldn’t be ready for a traditional DP.
He pushed up to his feet and strode to Nash’s side of the bed. Judging from the look his best friend sent him, he’d come to the same conclusion about the anal. Carefully extracting himself from Regan’s mouth, Nash leaned over and tugged open the nightstand drawer. He fetched a condom and tossed it to Mason.
Fisting the packet, he offered Nash a frown. “You sure you’re okay sitting on the sidelines?”
Grunting, Nash waved to his erect cock. “Do I look like I’m sitting this round out?”
Regan scooted onto her knees, her pensive gaze cycling between them. “What’s going on? D-did I say something I shouldn’t have?”
Mason stroked her cheek. “No, baby. We always want you to be truthful with us, so you did the right thing telling us about your lack of anal experience.”
“I...don’t mind trying it.”
“That isn’t going to happen. Not without some toys to make it easier for you to take us.” They could talk about the possibility of getting some later, when they weren’t in the heat of the moment and thinking with the heads below their belts rather than the ones sitting on their shoulders.
She chewed her bottom lip. “I don’t understand. Can’t we just use the real thing?”
“Not when you’re an anal and DP virgin,” Nash interjected. “Neither of us will risk hurting you or guaranteeing you’ll never want to have sex with us again.”
“Uh, trust me, pretty sure that won’t be an issue.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s a moot point. Now get your cute little fanny back down on that mattress so I can watch you come your brains out on Mas’s cock.”
Regan shivered. “You do know how to wage a persuasive argument.”
“Damn straight, darlin’.” Nash’s cockiness slipped a little when Regan returned to her position in front of him and slid her lips over his dick.
Leaving his buddy to shudder in pleasure, Mason ripped open the Trojan packet with his teeth and sheathed himself with the ribbed latex. He settled behind Regan and caressed the graceful curve of her spine before fisting his shaft and aligning his cockhead with her slit. He eased inside her a fraction, granting her time to adjust to him, inch by inch. The hot, snug fit of her pussy threatened to annihilate his senses and his control.
Sliding his hands to her hips, he watched the ceaseless bobbing of her head as she worked Nash over. The sight only added to the eroticism of the moment—the wet, sucking clasp of her pussy blowing his mind while she blew Nash. He would have laughed at that observation, if it didn’t currently require every ounce of his concentration not to instinctively hammer into her.
She began moving with his slow thrusts, countering his strokes, squeezing her inner muscles until every centimeter of him was sticky with sweat. His perspiration wasn’t the only thing soaking him. She was wet beyond belief. Creaming for him like crazy. The knowledge filled him with pride and drove him to the brink of losing his shit.
That became a bigger threat when Nash bunched Regan’s hair in his hands and began fucking her mouth in a determined rhythm that hinted he was close to blowing his load. The slick noises of Nash’s tunneling cock and Regan’s garbled moans were sexier than hell and only added to the carnal intimacy of the moment. A strangled groan fell from Nash and his fingers tightened in Regan’s hair. His jaw went slack, eyes unfocused as the riptide of pleasure overtook him.
The moment Nash slumped against the headboard, Mason pulled from Regan just long enough to flip her onto her back. There was no way in hell she was coming a second time without him witnessing the rapture on her face. Catching her behind the knees with his arms, he sank inside her, never once pulling his gaze from hers as he pumped slow and deep. Bottoming her out completely. He retreated, deliberately nudging her G spot with the head of his cock. Over and over. She whimpered, her body trembling and arching beneath him.
Her orgasm became his solitary aim. He needed her breaking apart on him. Needed her screaming release as she drenched his cock and the bedding beneath them.
He transferred his focus to Nash. Immediately intercepting his mute summons, Nash pushed away from the headboard and joined them. He eyed the slick advance and retreat of Mason’s cock, his pupils dilating. “ Fuck. ” He sent a pleading look to Mason. “Any chance I can have a taste?”
“If you make her come I will fucking rip your tonsils out through your nose.”
Nash looked like he was debating the pros and cons of that. Finally he acquiesced with a nod. “No coming.”
Mason pulled out, leaving plenty of space for Nash to duck his head between Regan’s legs. He kept an eagle eye on her face, on the lookout for any sign of her being too close to the edge while the lusty sounds of Nash eating her out filled his ears.
Within seconds of Nash’s feasting, Regan’s fingers clenched the sheets, her gaze turning glassy. Mason reached for Nash’s shoulder, but already he was pulling away, his mouth and chin glossy from Regan’s pussy.
Reclaiming his spot between her thighs, Mason sank into her again, this time his strokes accompanied by Nash’s fingers on Regan’s clit. He pumped his hips once. Twice. Her back bowed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she shattered beneath him.
Watching her come while she convulsed on his cock? It was the most mind-blowing experience of his life. There was no force on earth that’d stop him from fall
ing in the abyss with her. Giving a final thrust, he lodged to the hilt and shuddered as his come jetted into the condom.
Completely drained—both literally and figuratively—he slumped forward. Catching himself before he crushed her beneath his weight, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him. Nash spooned her from the other side, stroking her hair while she came down from the glow.
His heart hammering from a heady cocktail of physical exertion and the brain-frying aftereffects of his release, he crooked his arm tighter around Regan. It felt good to have her between them. Like something had finally clicked in place. Something he’d waited forever for without even knowing it’d been missing all this time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
W aking up as the happy filling in a hunky manwich? Surreal didn’t even begin to cover it. Peeking at the gorgeously sleep-rumpled Mason, she battled the strong urge to stroke his whiskered jaw. Her pussy instantly dampened as she recalled the delicious abrasion of his beard scruff along her inner thighs. Unlike Steven, he hadn’t been the least put out about going down on her. More than that, she was fairly certain he’d almost loved it as much as her. Same with Nash.
Whatever woman ended up hooking them would be the luckiest gal on the planet. Sighing wistfully, she started to roll onto her back. A hand curved around her hip and Nash’s big, warm body cuddled her from behind. His devilish lips nuzzled the hollow beneath her ear. “Should we give him a reason to wake up?”
She wasn’t entirely sure what he had in mind, but the enticing nudge of his cockhead against her tailbone gave her a good inkling that it was something naughty. He moved lower, rustling the sheets as he wedged his leg between hers. Biting her lip, she shifted slightly to accommodate him better, and he eased inside her. The position made him feel huge. Which was saying a lot, considering he was already ridiculously endowed.
He pumped into her with slow, shallow strokes, the tight fit of their bodies intensifying the friction of his cock and the ribbed surface of the condom. She moaned and angled her arm to clasp his hip, the flex of his muscles as he drove into her increasing the desperate ache deep in her core. His warm breath fanned her cheek, stirring the fine hairs at her temple. “I love how instantly wet you are. Makes me want to wake you up every morning like this.”
It wasn’t the first time his or Mason’s words hinted at something beyond today. She knew better than to take stock in it. People said things in the heat of passion. It didn’t mean they really meant them.
Their rocking motion must have finally tripped Mason’s internal snooze button because his eyes drifted open. He blinked groggily before snapping to instant attention.
Nash’s husky chuckle tickled her ear. “Bout time you woke up.”
Mason lifted onto his elbow, his smoky gaze a lazy drag over her body. He stalled on the juncture between her thighs. Nash nudged her leg upward a bit and Mason’s intense scrutiny zeroed in on her pussy. She didn’t need to look down to know what he saw. Her pussy clinging to every glistening inch of the thick shaft buried inside her.
His nostrils flaring, Mason reached down and stroked his own cock. Her attention riveted to the motion of his fingers, she licked her lips.
“Sweetheart, is that an invitation?”
It took a moment to catch his meaning. It took way less than that to give him an answer. “Mm, please.”
“I believe I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying that.”
“No, just get that scrumptious cock up here.”
The mattress shook as he pushed to his knees. It didn’t occur to her that she’d just guaranteed Nash getting a bird’s eye view of his best friend’s cock until Mason parked himself in place. Still, Nash voiced zero complaints, and instead eased out of her and smacked her lightly on the ass. “This’ll be easier if you sit up.”
Her nerves tingling from his spank, she dutifully complied with the suggestion. The second she started to lower back onto her haunches, Nash gripped her by the waist and resettled her on his cock. Unlike their prior position, he had no problem penetrating her pussy completely. She basked in the indescribable bliss of his long, thick girth filling her to the limits before she leaned forward and concentrated on Mason’s stiffening cock. He removed his fingers, making room for hers. Eagerly taking over the task of stroking the base, she wrapped her lips around the fat knob. The faintly sweet and salty essence of his pre-come melted on her tongue.
Groaning at his addictive flavor, she sucked him softly before growing bolder, her teeth lightly scraping the flanged cap. A hiss broke from him and she glanced up. The fire in his gaze instantly ensnared her. Keeping her locked within his stare, he twined her hair around his fist and pulled gently, causing her to gasp around his cock. She’d despised having her hair tugged or pulled when she was younger. So why did it now feel like the best damn thing ever? And it only got a million times better when he began using his grip on her hair to guide her oral ministrations. She greedily gobbled every inch he fed her, nearly choking on his granite shaft and the wanton noises that she couldn’t seem to contain.
“ Jesus. ” Expelling a harsh breath, Nash gripped her hips, his own cock like hot, unbendable steel driving deep inside her. The sensations were overwhelming. Rapturous. But like an insatiable craving for the most decadent chocolate, she wanted more.
Tearing her mouth from Mason, she struggled for breath. For the words to get her what she needed. “Both. Inside me. Please .”
Mason grabbed the spare condom Nash had considerately left on the nightstand. While he situated the latex, Nash made himself busy rearranging their position. He reclined onto his back, taking her with him. Mason straddled them and aligned his cock with the base of Nash’s shaft before gingerly working his way inside her. He splayed his hand low on her belly, his face strained with the effort of his slower-than-molasses penetration. “Everything okay?”
She swallowed hard, her body trembling. “I-it feels so good.”
“For us too, darlin’.”
Nash’s admission gave her pause. “It doesn’t freak you out...you know, having your cocks touching like that?”
His rumble of laughter shook through her. “Trust me, your tight little pussy is the only thing on my mind right now. And Mason’s too, I’m willing to bet.”
One glimpse at the blistering heat in Mason’s eyes as he sank another inch of his cock verified the likelihood of Nash’s assumption being correct.
Nash sucked her earlobe and reached around to massage her breasts. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensory overload. They filled her completely. In every way. Not just with their cocks, but with a glow of intimacy that heightened the moment. It spread throughout her, encompassing her entire being.
She knew she was stepping past the danger zone, right into the line of fire, her heart a big open mess waiting for the inevitable fall. There was no way to prevent it. Especially when Mason stretched over her and kissed her with a tenderness that strengthened the initial stirrings of her bond with them. A bond that she wasn’t so foolish to presume was anything but one-sided.
The heat of his chest blanketing her, Mason slid his mouth to her neck, sending an intense shiver rippling through her. He dug his elbows into the mattress, leveraging his weight, and countered Nash’s thrusts, stroke by stroke. The decadent friction they created was unlike anything she could have imagined.
It was insane how effortlessly she responded to them. Already the dark, luscious curls of pleasure unfurled outward, a sparkling promise of release. As if he were perfectly in tune with her body, Mason slowed his pace, steadily building her into a quivering mass of need. She squirmed between them, her nails digging into Mason’s flexing ass muscles. His gaze bore into hers, the intense connection tripping her over the edge.
The orgasm slammed into her and she cried out, shuddering uncontrollably. They continued driving her higher and higher on the peak, each shattering quake more powerful than the last. Through
the haze of pleasure, she dimly heard their own shouts of completion as they freefell into the ecstasy with her.
The aftershocks ebbing to a mellow glow, she lay spent between them, every cell in her body buzzing with satisfaction. Groaning, Mason rolled onto his side. “Best morning alarm clock. Ever .”
Her body blissfully sore in places she hadn’t even been aware of, she carefully scooted off of Nash. He hooked his arm around her belly before she could get very far and nibbled her earlobe. “And where do you think you’re going?”
“I need to check on Buzz and Woody.”
A second passed, followed by another of Mason’s groans. “Jesus, my brain really is fried. For a minute there I thought you were talking about something other than the Llewelyn’s guinea pigs.”
Nash chuckled. “Me too.”
“Oh jeez.” Rolling her eyes, she scooted off the bed and grabbed her discarded clothes. Both of her sexy bedmates watched her dress, their heated expressions turning her knees to jelly.
Mason lifted up onto his elbow. “What’s your plans for the day?”
“Well, I’m supposed to meet my BFF for a late lunch.”
“After that?”
She sat on the edge of the bed in order to tug on her sandals. “Nothing, really.”
“Good.”
She sent Mason a droll look. “My lack of a social life is a good thing?”
“It is if it means you’re free to spend the evening with us.”
Her heart did a happy jig and she instantly scolded herself for the over the top response. There was no reason to get excited and start building white picket fence fantasies in her head. Yes, he and Nash were attracted to her, and evidently they enjoyed the sex as much as she did. But a sexy fling didn’t amount to a future. She couldn’t forget that.