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“Fucking each other silly is the main course. This is the appetizer.”
Because her dress’s skirt was already hiked, she had no trouble kneeling in front of him. The carpet was soft and padded, like it had been designed for mischief. She wrapped her fingers around Zane’s base, her thumb on the bottom to rub the raphe. The dark veins that fed his stiffness created a very masculine image.
“You’re too tall for me to suck comfortably,” she observed. “Please plant your feet wider.”
He moved his long legs apart, his breathing going ragged in synchrony with Trey’s. The sympathy between the men thrilled her, the fact that arousing one stirred up the other. She sensed Zane looking at his friend across the enclosed space.
“I want him down there with you,” he said, more request than demand. “I’d like him teasing you while you’re teasing me.”
His manners earned him consideration. She glanced back around at Trey. He was a hot picture too. He had one hand clamped around his hard-on, like it needed extra confining.
“That would gun my motor,” he admitted.
The rasp in his voice heated her pussy to overflowing. “You won’t take control?”
“No,” he promised, then broke into a grin. “Zane and I will save that for dessert.”
She couldn’t repress her shiver. Green eyes gleaming, Trey sank to the floor behind her. He yanked down his zipper, shoved the nice trousers to his hips, and took hold of the wall rail. He slipped his second hand down the front of her silk panties.
“Mm,” he said, rubbing her outer folds with two fingertips. “You’re all plumped up and hot.”
The light strafing tingled more deeply rooted nerves, making her pussy clench. He brushed the tip of her clitoris, and she sucked in her breath sharply. She was swollen and sensitized. Each glancing touch felt incredible. He must have known. He took her bud between his thumb and finger and pinched gently.
“Trey,” she gasped as sensation shot through her.
He bent to nip her earlobe, growling with enjoyment. “Better suck him now,” he advised. “Before I destroy your concentration.”
He could destroy it. His arm had shoved the blue dress higher, while his hand pushed her panties down. His cock throbbed hot and thick along the cleft of her bottom cheeks. He felt heavy, the aliveness of him exciting her. She suspected Zane saw him there.
When Zane licked his lips, she knew he did.
“Please,” he said, hands fisted around the rail. “Rebecca, put your mouth on me.”
She put her tongue on him first. Up the head she licked, lap after lap, until he quivered uncontrollably. Her lips were next, their nerve endings perfect for savoring how soft the skin that wrapped him was. She wasn’t as bold as Trey, but she didn’t neglect the ring where excitement had drawn back his foreskin. When she finally opened her mouth for him, he moaned like he was dying and pushed inside.
Trey chose the same moment to slip one finger inside of her.
Her lovers were both so careful and yet so tense with longing. She closed her eyes and took Zane’s cock further, as if he were a delicious dish whose ingredients she needed to analyze. Thickness slid across her tongue. Heat. Strength that pulsed like a heart. She creamed around Trey’s gently stroking finger.
Moved by that, Trey’s body pressed harder against her back.
“Don’t,” she said when Zane’s hand came to cup her head.
He’d forgotten himself. He returned his grip to the brass railing.
She sank down his shaft and drew up again, tightening her lips, working him with her tongue. Sweet fluid oozed from him.
“Christ,” he said, his hips wriggling helplessly.
Rebecca pulled free and looked up his tall body. His eyes weren’t exactly focused, but he looked straight at her.
“That was so fucking hot to watch,” he confessed.
Rebecca smiled. “I bet Trey would like us both to watch him.”
She leaned to the side so Trey could lean in, which he seemed happy to do. This was better than a ringside seat. She was so close to the action she could feel Trey’s exhalations fanning Zane, could practically count how many degrees their temperature had gone up. A bead of pre-cum squeezed from Zane’s championship hard-on.
“Keep steadying him,” Trey directed her. “Zane, don’t move your hands from where they are.”
Trey licked him like she had, then brushed him with his lips. When he swallowed him halfway down, both men moaned with pleasure.
She guessed it got to them more than they planned.
“Fuck,” Trey said, pulling free shakily. He moved his hands to lacy sides of her panties. No, he’s not, Rebecca thought, but he did, making a growling noise as he ripped them off.
“What are you doing?” Zane panted.
“Can’t resist.” Trey caressed her thighs to urge them wider. “She is too damn sweet.”
Air fluttered across her naked pussy a second before blazing hot skin nudged her. Trey pushed, and groaned, and filled her inch by arousing inch. Oh he was thick, stretching and throbbing as he went in. She couldn’t control her neck arching back. Luckily, that wasn’t required of her.
“Jeez,” Zane breathed, admiring her reaction.
Trey pushed into her to his balls and pulled down her low neckline. Her breasts spilled free, sharp-tipped and shaking. Trey covered them with both hands and rubbed.
Again the men groaned like they were the same person.
“So pretty,” Zane said as Trey pulled her nipples out.
If she’d had breath left, she’d have said the same when Trey leaned across her shoulder and slid his mouth down Zane’s shaft. He got Zane wetter than she had, sucking him harder and more noisily. He undid the waist fastening to Zane’s trousers, exposing more of him to work on. Rebecca decided that was good. His drawn up scrotum was perfectly in reach.
Zane made a pleasure-pain noise when she squeezed it.
“God,” he moaned, hips twisting to get closer to both of them. His body arched like they had it on a rack. It seemed to be a good rack. He didn’t ask them to stop until he couldn’t stand anymore.
“Please,” he said then. “I need a breather.”
Trey drew back and panted, his cock hard as stone inside her. Zane wasn’t the only one on the edge. Trey hadn’t moved in a while. With a reluctant groan, he pulled out of her.
“Me?” Zane asked.
“You,” Trey acquiesced.
Zane released the rail and held out his hands to her. His burning eyes told her if she took them, she’d pass control to him. She was ready for that. Actually, she was eager.
He lifted her to her feet.
“Arms around my neck,” he said.
She put them there, and he boosted her by the bottom—which thanks to Trey was now bare. She hooked her stocking-clad legs around his waist.
“Jacket pocket,” he said to Trey. “Right side. There’s something in there for you too.”
“Look at me,” he added, when she would have turned to see.
Trey reached between their bodies to roll on Zane’s rubber. Pleasure shifted Zane’s facial muscles, but his gaze stayed on her.
“The other thing,” Trey said. “Is it for you or her?”
Her eyes felt as wide as saucers. Zane studied them calmly.
“For her,” he said. “No reasons she shouldn’t get a taste of what this feels like for us.”
Whatever this was—and certainly she could guess—Trey decided her dress ought to be peeled off first. This left her in the black stockings and garter belt, plus the key on the golden chain. Probably she looked like a French sex slave. Zane bit his lip and smiled.
“Rub your breasts on my shirt,” he said.
The cloth was smooth, the starched pleats supplying the perfect chafe for her tight nipples. She guessed Zane liked the friction too. The vein at his temple pulsed more quickly.
“Ready?” he asked like he really hoped she was.
“Yes,” she said, meaning it all the way through her.
His strong hands tightened on her bottom, pulling her sex up and over him. The trip back down was with him inside her.
She adored the groan he let out for that.
She almost didn’t notice the rustle of Trey taking off his shirt. Bare and warm from the waist up, he returned to nuzzle the back of her neck. His cock felt like it was sheathed.
“Don’t be scared,” he whispered.
His heart pounded into hers through his chest. Both men’s did, the wall of powerful male on either side of her more exciting than anything they’d done to her before.
“You wouldn’t mind if I was a little scared,” she whispered shakily to Trey. “You’d like it a tiny bit.”
His laugh was a broken breath on her shoulder. He enjoyed that she’d busted him.
“It’s the edge,” he said, hands smoothing around her thighs to the place where her pussy and Zane’s cock joined. “Riding it makes sex better.”
