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God, who knew Des had such powerful suction?
Maybe Van knew.
She shoved that thought away as Cole palmed the back of her head, finally drawing the cane away to kiss her. He snaked his tongue between her lips, flicking upward against the roof of her mouth, somehow mirroring the way Des was devouring her pussy. “You’re delicious. I want this mouth on me. So cool and minty.”
Cole stepped back to tug off his belt before following suit with his pants and boxers. His already fully erect cock curved out, even more enticing than the candy he still gripped in one fist.
Inexplicably, she dropped her gaze to Des’s dark head between her legs. She wished she could touch him, run all that soft hair through her fingers. Wished they were alone, which made her feel instantly guilty.
She liked Cole, she really did. He definitely cranked her gears. But he wasn’t Des, and she was stupidly traditional. One woman, one man.
And that was a fantasy. This was her reality.
Des slid back, his chin damp and his gorgeous sea-colored eyes unreadable. He rose and undid his jeans. He wore no boxers, and just a glimpse of his golden skin, so hard and thick, elicited her muffled cry. Muffled because Cole’s mouth was back on hers, his tongue thrusting deep while he pressed his hand between her legs, fingering her with a speed that made her dizzy.
“Ah, darling, you’re soaked for us. Come. Just come, baby.”
She was so close already from Des that it didn’t take long at all. As soon as two of Cole’s long fingers pumped into her, she exploded. She buried her face between his shoulder and neck while she rode out the climax, both relieved and tense all over again.
Why wouldn’t Des ever take her there himself?
She zeroed in on the man in question, leaning against his desk, stroking his cock in long, even pulls. He’d obviously liked the show. Heavy lidded, surly mouthed, he punched her in the chest with one glance and knocked her right on her ass.
He crooked his finger. “C’mere.”
She didn’t look at Cole. Couldn’t. She moved toward Des like a zombie, trapped in his web though he didn’t speak. He caressed her cheek and rubbed his thumb under her eye, his lips softening into a fleeting smile. Then he reached behind her and freed her wrists. He draped the garland around her neck before he pushed her jacket down to her elbows. The pose slightly pulled back her arms.
“I like that.” He traced her shoulders. “You’re restrained, just enough to make you remember.”
“Remember what?”
He nudged her down to her knees, directing his cock between her lips. “Me.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. If he wouldn’t have sex with her—though she didn’t know why—at least she could enjoy this much of him. She kept her eyes on his as her lips engulfed his length, as that first erotic taste of him hit her taste buds. He didn’t shove himself deeper, just waited for her to take him. She swirled her tongue around the wide, swollen head before more of his arousal flowed out to help ease his passage into her throat.
As off-balance as she felt with her arms behind her, she held the stance, concentrating on taking him deeper without her hands. With just her eyes on his to tell him when to push her for more and when to retreat. She moaned around him, the subtle pulse in his length a promise of things to come.
He leaned back on his desk, spreading his body out for her perusal though she couldn’t see it through all those damn layers of clothes. But she could see the pleasure contorting his features, shaping them into something even more beautiful as his throat muscles rippled and sweat dotted his temples.
He’d been led to the edge by her, not Cole. Not some other random woman who never stumbled or stuttered when he got too close.
She was sure he’d urge her back, but when he did, it wasn’t for the reason she thought. Cole had taken his place beside him
and now indicated his own impatient cock with a wave of his fingers and a questioning smile. She swallowed the frustration that this moment with Des wasn’t theirs alone and shifted on her knees to offer the same treatment to Cole’s needy erection.
Soon she wasn’t thinking about anything but getting him off, about tasting more of that hot moisture that hit her tongue every time he forcefully slid home. He wasn’t gentle with her but she didn’t care. She didn’t want that. Right now she ached to be used, to use them the same way. To forget everything that had ever happened—would ever happen—outside these four walls.
Des moved closer to Cole and together they fed her their cocks, alternating who she had in her mouth. Even with her eyes closed she knew the difference. Cole was longer, his movements sharper. Des stretched her cheeks and made her gasp from his slow, languid strokes. He filled her, burning away any memory of anyone that had come before. Relentless in his pursuit of her throat, of taking her further than she’d ever gone before.
He plunged into her and held, his hips so close to her face, his grip on her hair punishing her. Freeing her. And buried down deep he came, releasing into her in an endless stream she fought to contain.
Too soon Cole dragged him back and inserted himself inside her well-used mouth, barely getting off a couple strokes before he slickened the same path that Des had. He groaned and jerked her down, holding her still while her hollowed cheeks milked him.
Doing this with them was so dirty, so far beyond any experiences she’d had before. She’d file them away in her mind and take them out when she was old and gray and wanted to remember she’d once had a wild past. Hopefully by then she’d be married with a family, and thoughts of these nights with Des and Cole would just be a naughty part of her history.
It was too much to hope for that Des might still be in her life then. Experiences like this didn’t lead to lifetime commitment. They led to…more experiences like this. With garland and ornament clips and candy canes. Ho-ho-ho.
She’d just have to make her peace with that and enjoy every minute they shared as much as possible.
