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When Rebecca pulled the trick where she hammocked Trey’s balls on his underwear, she could have been trying to drive Zane insane. He was accustomed to having a strong sex drive, but from their first hungry kiss, Trey and Rebecca had shot his through the stratosphere.
He couldn’t help thinking a real man wouldn’t enjoy watching a friend screw the girl he wanted . . . or vice versa.
He didn’t know how to handle it. He felt like he was out-of-control drunk, and someone ought to take his car keys. He couldn’t join in with them. Sliding behind that wheel would be dangerous. He’d crash and break into pieces. He needed more control before he went to them.
He groaned to the clear night sky. The thought of going to them punched his cock hard again. Were they making love even now? Was Rebecca running her hands over Trey’s lean torso? Was Trey’s adorable ass clenched with longing for someone to fuck it?
“God,” he swore, covering his face. He needed half a dozen cocks to do everything he wanted to those two.
He glanced back over his shoulder to the house. He was far enough away to see the whole structure. The windows of the bedroom wing glowed gold, the only ones lit up. He knew how sweet Trey was, how he crept into a person’s heart and made them want to keep him forever. Could Zane leave Rebecca to his charms? No matter how off balance he felt right now, didn’t he want to stake a claim on her too?
His erection throbbed out a hell yeah, you do.
Maybe Trey was right. Maybe Zane had issues about exposing his “gay” side. If he wanted to enough, he’d get over them.
“Can’t do that out here,” he muttered.
Squaring his shoulders, he prepared himself for battle. He kind of had to. He wanted them both too much to remain where he was.
In the end, he’d girded himself for nothing. He’d stayed out too long. Trey and Rebecca were asleep, spooned back to front in the big California king. So hard he was shaking, Zane cursed his luck. Trey slept naked, but Rebecca wore one of Trey’s T-shirts. Trey’s arm wrapped her waist, his chin tucked above her blonde head. Already he was putting his mark on her.
Don’t be an idiot, he chided. Trey didn’t think that way. He wasn’t half as competitive as Zane. Rebecca probably had been cold—what with Trey’s fondness for cranking up the A/C. Zane stripped down to skin. He told himself he wasn’t trying to match Trey for seductiveness. This was how he went to bed. Because there was room, he slipped under the covers in front of Rebecca.
She made a kitten noise in her sleep.
Zane’s cock thought it sounded sexy. An ache pulsed hard in his groin, his balls starting to draw up, which reminded him what she’d done with Trey’s Calvin Kleins. He screwed his eyes shut against that image. Christ, he wasn’t going to be able to sleep like this. He wasn’t even certain he could lie still. Gritting his teeth, he reached for his erection. His palm was dry, which wasn’t his preference, but squeezing the rigid pole still felt good. Rubbing it was too good. His nerves were sensitized from waiting, his stored-up come ready to boil out. Probably, he should get up and do this in the bathroom. Trying to control his breathing would be impossible.
Then Rebecca squirmed forward and snuggled him, her soft breasts flattening on his back.
Pre-cum squirted from his tip at the sudden jump in his excitement.
“Zane?” she mumbled against his shoulder.
He froze, then overruled his teenage-style urge to pretend he was asleep. “I’m awake.”
Her hand followed his forearm to the pounding erection his fingers gripped. “Mm, yes, you are.”
His fist let go. He turned and kissed her—soft, deep, stroking his tongue against hers and sucking. She hummed again, sleepily, her top leg sliding over his. His cock bumped her belly, the slit leaking more excitement. Rebecca might not be quite awake, but he knew he couldn’t resist her instinctive welcome. He had to take her now.
“Two seconds,” he said, and reached into the nightstand drawer.
The movement roused her. Rebecca came up on one elbow.
“Boy,” she said, watching him cover his raging prick. “You two are quick at that.”
The comparison to Trey aroused him, maybe more than made sense.
“I can’t wait much longer,” he warned.
She opened her arms to him.
He spread her thighs and moved between them.
He slid balls deep in a single stroke.
She was hot and soft and he could have pounded to his finish in ten seconds. She stopped him with a subtle wince.
“Sore?” he asked.
She shook her head and flushed. “What Trey did in the garage left me tender. Your penetration felt . . . extra good. I really knew you were going in.”
Oh he didn’t need that match tossed onto his sexual coals. Her words had the same effect as a flurry of pumping strokes. Then she pressed her hips closer.
“Fuck,” he swore, the tingle of impending orgasm buzzing up his tailbone. “Hold still a minute. I am too fucking close.”
She stopped mid-wriggle and smiled at him. “What if I am too?”
He didn’t think she was lying. Besides the squirm she’d cut short, her sheath twitched around him in small contractions, her pussy growing wetter by the second. Her fit felt like heaven around his cock. He guessed it did to her too. As if she couldn’t help it, she shifted her legs to let him deeper. The head of his cock prodded her cervix.
“Fuck,” he repeated, his penile skin stretched so tight it stung.
If that weren’t enough to test him, Trey stirred and began waking. “Hey, buddy,” he said, husky and half asleep. “You came back.”
He put his hand on Zane’s back, a friendly gesture that nearly took his skull off with arousal. Zane groaned at the pain gathering in his balls.
“Uh,” Trey said, sensing there was a problem. “Should I back off?”
Zane shook his head tightly. “Just . . . don’t do more right now. I’m about to lose it.”
Trey accepted this as the reason. “Okay.” His hand rubbed just a little. “You need to do your own thing with her. I get that.”
Zane wasn’t sure what he needed, except to come as soon and as long as decently possible—preferably without embarrassing himself.
“Roll me on top,” Rebecca suggested throatily. “That’ll make it easier to control your responses.”
He wasn’t convinced his responses were controllable, but her on top sounded fine to him. He squirmed around and sat her above him. Her weight pushed him really deep, which she liked enough to roll her lower lip beneath her teeth.
“Now,” she said, humorously smug, “you keep still while I work.”
“Go slow,” he warned.
Trey sat up next to them.
Zane wanted to grind his teeth—and not from annoyance. Trey had one leg bent up and the other dropped to the side, making it clear to the others that he was getting an erection. Zane wanted to look and not look at the same time. Rebecca looked, smiled at Trey like they shared a secret, and then braced straight-armed on Zane’s shoulders.
“You watched us,” she reminded him. “In fairness, you can’t ask Trey not to.”
“You like him being here.”
“I liked you being in the garage.” Her tone said all this was completely reasonable. Zane’s jumping nerves said it was thrilling but stressful. Trey closed the difference by reaching over to cup Rebecca’s breast.
“Do you like me doing this?” he asked Zane.
He liked it all right. Trey’s darker hand caressing her fair skin was nearly as hot as his cock disappearing in her body.
“I like it,” he said, out of breath. His hips pressed deeper, their motion impossible to restrain. “Rebecca, please move on me.”
“Put your hand on me too,” she said.
He covered her other breast so that he and Trey each supported one soft globe. This must have been what she wanted, because she writhed on him.
Zane and she made noises in chorus. The wet tight friction around his cock was too good not to moan over. Leaving the hand that cupped her breast in place, he took her hip to guide her as she lifted. From there, he slid his thumb inward to pull one labia wider. This exposed her clit to his and Trey’s view.
He guessed she realized this. She groaned as Trey swallowed.
“Can I touch her there?” Trey asked. “Can I pinch her clit out between my fingers?”
Rebecca’s neck was arched, spine twisting as she slowly rose and sank again. She couldn’t answer so Zane did.
“Yes,” he panted. “Do that to her.”
She came two seconds after Trey got his pinching rub on her. The ripples of her orgasm gripped his shaft. Trey milked the pleasure until she stopped shaking. Rebecca’s head tipped forward again, her gaze zeroed in on Zane, though Trey was the one who’d just brought her over. Her face was beautifully flushed, her irises a lustrous gray ring around her pupils.
