“Let’s just take it slow. Don’t want to overwhelm her. Not yet.”
“Jesus,” Camille whispered.
“Yeah, I expect to hear a lot of that,” Danny drawled. “Since I haven’t had the pleasure yet, I suggest I head south.” He grabbed a pillow. “Buddy, you take care of everything above the waist.”
Jake met Danny’s eyes, read the tension there, and knew his friend could read his mind. He was irritated with his presence, wanted the woman for himself, but they’d both seduced her. And she seemed to want this.
Jake cupped the breast Danny abandoned, shaping it with his palm then bent to latch on to the quivering tip.
When she pressed upward to deepen his kiss, he nudged her hip with his cock.
“That’s not coming anywhere near my mouth,” Danny muttered, stuffing the pillow beneath her butt.
Jake jerked back his hips. “Sorry.”
“Guess I know now that you two aren’t into each other,” Camille murmured.
“We don’t swing that way,” Jake said quickly.
“Never?”
“Uh-uh,” Danny murmured.
Then moist sounds came from below, and Camille’s mouth opened around a gasp.
Jake couldn’t help glancing downward. Danny had her hips elevated and was on his knees, his hands beneath her ass, as he circled his face over her lace-covered crotch.
Jake already knew the taste of her, knew how sweet and musky, how hot she was. His fingers plucked her nipple, watching as Danny tucked three fingers under the elastic and slid them inside her.
“Camille, you’re so damn wet,” Danny groaned. “You can’t be quiet. You have to tell us what you like. What you want.”
“You’re doing fine,” she bit out, turning her face away from Jake, her expression scrunching tightly.
Jake pinched her chin and brought her face back to his. “I want to see everything. And keep those pretty eyes open.”
He scooted down and hovered over her chest, keeping his gaze locked with hers while he lapped at a nipple and plucked the other with his fingertips.
As her breaths grew more labored, his irritation with Danny lessened. Camille’s rising excitement fueled his. He slipped an arm beneath her shoulders and hugged her close while he fed off one nipple then the other, listening to the wet sounds Danny’s mouth and her lush cunt made. The scent of her arousal deepened, perfuming the air.
Danny pulled away, letting her bottom sink to the pillow. “Jake, your turn.” He climbed to her side and lay down, his head supported on one hand while a hand fondled her breast.
Jake moved farther down and lifted the leg nearest him to drape it over his back then leaned sideways over her sex. The creamy peekaboo lace was soaked. He pinched his fingers around the fabric just above her pussy and pulled, knowing the band bisecting her buttocks was tightening. The leg above him tightened, clenching over his back.
He ducked down and pulled the bunched fabric to the side and touched her directly for the first time. Silky fluid coated his tongue, and her entrance clasped, sucking inward.
He settled the fabric over her again, and Camille groaned. He grinned at Danny. She was ready to get on with it, but he wasn’t ready to stop teasing. He feathered light touches over her panties then pushed a finger against the lace to rub it against her clit, abrading the hard knot.
Her hips pumped upward, her belly trembled. “Please just…”
“What?”
“Take them off.”
“What do you want, Camille?” Danny asked. “Have to be clear.”
“God, I hate you,” she said, her tone petulant and desperate.
“No you don’t, but I bet you’re aching. We can both see how wet you are. Want us both going down on you?”
“Fuck.”
“Want us both to fuck you, or are you just cussin’?”
“Bastard!” She reached down and grabbed the lace on either side of her hips and pulled, but it didn’t break. It must have tightened between her ass cheeks, because she bit her lips and closed her eyes.
Jake bent and gripped the band alongside one hip with his teeth, Danny did the same, and they slowly pulled her panties down.
Her bottom lifted, and they stripped the panties downward, letting the garment go at her knees and then pushing it away with their hands. When at last she lay naked, they opened her legs wide and stared up her body.
Camille’s head lifted from the mattress, her chin rising above her chest. Her nipples were distended, the tips quivering with her harsh, rasping breaths.
Danny lifted a knee, forcing her foot up the mattress. Jake mirrored his action. Then they both pressed her knees apart.
Her sex opened like the center of a lush, red flower. Moisture glazed her inner lips, a streak of cream clung to one side, and Jake swiped it with a finger and tasted it.
Danny bent and tongued her opening, fucking her with the pointed tip while Jake stroked her belly, calming her choppy breaths. He slid his thumb into the narrow strip of pubic hair at the top of her mons and rubbed her clit while he watched her watching them.
Her pupils were dilated. Her cheeks flushed. Her hair was tangled wildly around her head, and her lips pouted, stung by his kisses and the torture of her own teeth.
Jake had never seen a woman so beautiful, so ready to be undone.
Danny groaned and sank his face against her sex, rubbing his cheeks and chin in her moisture then lifting to smile at Camille. “Wanna taste?”
“I’ve had the pleasure before,” she said tartly then bit her lip.
Danny chuckled. “From your own fingers or a lover’s lips?”
“Mind your own damn business,” she said, color riding high in her cheeks.
“Have to think about it? For shame, Camille.” Danny slid up her side and kissed her, leaving her lower body completely at Jake’s mercy.
Jake dove in while the two chased their tongues and centered himself between her thighs. Using a thumb and forefinger to hold her open and stretch her hood upward, he clasped her clit with his lips, sucking hard, and thrust two fingers inside her.
Her inner muscles clenched tightly around his fingers, and her belly pulsed, hips pumping her pussy against his mouth. He stroked the bud held firmly between his lips with his tongue, sliding over and over the round knot until her breaths rasped harshly and her entire body trembled.
“Not like this,” Danny said, shoving against Jake’s shoulder.
Jake murmured and drew off her, swiping his tongue the length of her folds and soothing her clit with gentle glides before coming to his knees. His glance went to Danny, and he knew he must have telegraphed his desperation and inability to think, because Danny smiled.
“Lie on your back, buddy. We’ll both have some fun.” He reached to the table beside the bed.
For the first time, Jake noted the jumbled pile of condoms lying there.
Danny tossed one to Jake then ripped his own open, quickly gliding the condom down his cock. He gripped the base of his shaft then pumped his hand slowly up and down before lifting his gaze to Jake. One dark brow arched. “Gonna blow yours up or wear it?”
Jake shook his head, clearing the image of Danny’s thick, straight cock from his mind and growling, because Danny was watching him just as intently. His fingers felt clumsy, but at last he had the latex stretched down his length.
Jake lay on his back as Danny had instructed.
Danny knelt beside him and eyed Camille. “Climb over him, sweetheart. Take his cock inside you. Better yet, just open your legs over him, I’ll do the rest.”
Camille sat up slowly, her pink cheeks and moist mouth warring with the quiet desperation of her glance.
She wants this as bad as I do, Jake thought, helping her by gripping her hips and guiding her over him.
Danny slipped between Jake’s spread legs, and Jake grumbled when he felt the other man’s hairy legs sliding along the insides of his knees.
“Think you’re nervous now…” Danny laughed. �
�Bend over him, Camille.” Danny held her shoulders and pressed her down until she hovered inches from Jake’s chest.
Jake’s glance latched on to her breasts, swaying above him, the rigid points too much temptation to ignore. He cupped her breasts, enjoying the scrape of the tips on his palms. It took a minute for him to realize that Camille’s hands braced her body over his chest, but someone else held his cock in a firm grip and was guiding it to her entrance. “Danny!”
“Just giving you a hand, buddy. Don’t freak.”
Camille gave a short gust of laughter, and Jake’s glance shot up from where Danny held his cock to her startled smile.
“Now you know how I feel,” she said.
“I seriously doubt it.”
“I don’t think he has any designs on your virtue,” she whispered. “In fact, if you knew what his other hand was doing, you’d know his mind’s preoccupied with something even nastier.”
“Oh?” Distracted by her soft, husky voice and the smile curving her lush mouth, he didn’t complain when Danny fed Jake’s dick into her sex and pumped his hand up and down his cock before letting Camille glide down to consume his shaft.
The hand massaging his balls was just a hand warming the one place Camille couldn’t.
Her succulent pussy was caressing his cock, clasping him tightly and pulsing around him.
“You gonna move?” he whispered.
“Can’t,” she said, gasping, her eyes sliding shut for a moment then widening to lock with his gaze. “He doesn’t really think…”
“He went for your ass?” Jake gave her a lopsided smile. “Danny! Be polite. We haven’t even shared last names yet.”
“She’s down with it, buddy. Have you heard a single complaint? Camille’s got game.”
Camille laughed and shook her head. “I think I like this. It’s all right.” Then her mouth formed an O, and her gaze grew unfocused.
Jake wished he could see what Danny was doing, but the way she jerked and trembled on his cock pretty much told him the rest of the story.
When she began to moan rhythmically, and her hips began to rock over his, he crushed his fingers over her breasts and lifted his head to take her sighs into his mouth.
Chapter Four
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Danny inched his fingers, three of them, inside Camille’s ass. She hadn’t shied away from his first probing touches, hadn’t done more than quiver when he’d slipped two digits inside, but when he breached her with three, she slumped over Jake and tilted her bottom higher.
So, she liked a little ass play. He wondered if she’d done it before or was simply ready to be taken—completely.
“How you doing down there, buddy?” he said, slipping down to watch as Camille bunched her hips and fucked Jake in shallow strokes. The sight of Jake’s latex-cloaked cock covered in her juices, and the way her pussy lips sank and stretched with each fall and upward glide excited him so much his own cock expanded.
He withdrew his fingers and parted her ass. Then he leaned over her to drop spit into the crease. He rose, nestled his hips close and fed his cock into her ass, clutching his shaft just beneath the crown and shoving forward, until her tiny hole eased around him and let him glide inside.
The grip of her sphincter muscles was pure heaven to his hot, tight cock. “That’s it, baby. Can you take more?”
Camille groaned, not answering, but since she didn’t complain or jerk away, he thrust deeper.
The heat the three bodies generated was making them all sweat, and his hands glided over her ass, massaging her cheeks as he slowly gathered strength in his trembling thighs and thrust harder.
Beneath him, she grew rigid, but he could feel Jake bump beneath them all, his hips thrusting in opposition to his strokes. Both men fucked her, easing in and out, while she lifted her head, arched her back and moaned.
He knew Jake played with her tits, knew she was close to exploding, because her moans were tightening, her voice pitching high and becoming thready.
Danny snuggled closer to her ass and pumped, letting his balls swing against her and Jake. He’d shared a woman with another man before but had never crossed that line. For the first time, he wondered what it would be like, whether Jake would be open to it, whether the woman was what made the thoughts skitter across his mind, or whether he was just bored enough with casual sex to move on to something else, something new.
“Not gonna last much longer,” Jake gritted out.
“Me neither,” Camille gasped, desperation clear in the smallness of her voice.
Danny bent over her back, forcing her against Jake’s chest, and fucked harder, driving her forward and back, knowing her pussy stroked Jake with his thrusts.
He thrust sharper, deeper, in a rhythm that fueled all their orgasms. Danny liked that he was on top, that he set the pace, and that right now he was going to take them all.
Sliding a hand between himself and Camille’s ass, he reached down and grabbed Jake’s balls, rolling and tugging them while he jerked inside Camille’s ass.
Jake’s body shuddered so deeply it radiated through Camille.
Danny intensified his efforts, hammering harder until Jake shouted, and his hips lifted and held. Camille’s body tightened, and she mew like a kitten. Only then did Danny let loose, shouting his relief as his balls emptied, blinding him momentarily as come shot in warm, wet bursts.
He slowed his motions and collapsed atop Camille, whose ass and cunt continued to caress both men with waning, pulsating convulsions.
Spent, he kissed her shoulder. “I guess I have to move first,” he whispered, reluctant because he felt drained and limp.
“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured.
“Get up,” Jake ground out.
Danny stiffened, recognizing the tone. Jake wasn’t happy, and Danny knew why.
He pulled gently from Camille and sat back on his haunches, unrolling his condom then climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom. Maybe he was a coward, but he didn’t want to face Jake just yet. He’d taken a liberty or two there in the heat of the moment that neither of them should ever have allowed.
Maybe it was the sweat cooling on Camille’s back that made her shiver. Or maybe she’d sensed something wasn’t right. Jake surmised she had to have heard the tension in his voice and felt Danny stiffen before he’d left the bed. She was likely wondering what the hell was up.
Still, she wasn’t moving, and he was fine with that. He didn’t want to lose the connection, not yet. The fact his cock was still stuffed inside her gave him an odd sort of comfort.
He wrapped his arms came around her and sighed against her hair. “You all right?”
Camille hid her face against neck. “As right as a girl can be after…that!”
Jake smiled tiredly, worried now that her passion easing, and his cock was slipping from inside her. “Want us to go?”
Her head came up. Her expression was too easy to read. Her eyes were smoky, but the corners of her lips dipped downward. She did.
Perhaps she was as blown away as he felt and needed to time to think. Something had happened tonight—besides the awesome sex. He’d wanted her so badly he’d agreed to share her, knowing the newness of the experience was what had tweaked her interest in the first place.
But what was there left to explore? And how the hell could he cut out Danny when he’d been equally responsible for getting them all here?
True, he wasn’t comfortable with the license Danny had taken, touching him, holding his cock and massaging his balls. He hadn’t tried to penetrate him, but Jake still felt violated. Their long friendship compromised.
The bathroom door opened, and Danny padded nude to the bed. He sat beside them as casual as could be even though Camille was still riding Jake’s dick. He leaned over her ass and wiped her down with a wet washcloth while Jake’s cock began to pulse again inside Camille.
Jake felt his face and body tightening in rejection…and arousal. Was it because Danny was touching them both with the ra
sp of the terrycloth? Or was it because Camille’s pussy was crunching around him again, milking him with moist little clasps.
But his condom was full and he didn’t want to risk an accident. He kissed her shoulder. “You have to let me go to the bathroom, sweetheart.”
She braced herself on one arm and lifted her chest from his. She pushed her hair off her face to glance down at him.
She grimaced as she slowly lifted her hips and let him slide from inside her.
Her nose wrinkled. “I hate that part,” she whispered.
“Me, too.”
“Really? I thought all guys liked a quick exit once the deed was done.”
“My cock likes hot, wet places whether it’s doing the deed or not.”
“Are you and your cock of the same mind?”
His lips twitched. “Most of the time.” He fisted her silky hair and dragged her down for quick hard kiss. When he released her, he sighed. “I need to lose the condom.”
She smiled and climbed off him, rolling to lie down on her back.
Jake jackknifed to sit on the edge of the bed and stood. He gave Danny a sour look, which his friend returned with a rakish grin.
Apparently, Danny didn’t suffer any remorse for what had passed. Did that mean he’d enjoyed it? Or that he’d already forgotten because it meant so little to him?
Jake’s cock pulsed, and he cursed under his breath. He stomped toward the bathroom and closed the door on the couple snuggling together on the bed.
Inside the bathroom, he rolled off the condom and tossed it into the trash. Then he fisted his hand around his cock. Danny’s hand had looked like that, had consumed as much of his shaft in his own tight grip.
Jake opened his hand and let his head sink. Fuck. How could he go back out there? He should leave and put as much distance as he could between himself and both of them, but already his body was hardening, blood filling his sex, making him question his manhood and his sexuality because of the conflicting feelings filling him.
Camille knew what Danny had done, but didn’t seem to care. Could this be something the three of them could explore without repercussions? Shouldn’t there be some ground rules?
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