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“Oh, you are.” Drake sculpted her voluptuous cheeks. “You’ve got the most amazing body, and you could take us both.” He leaned forward and bit her shoulder, delighting in her shiver. “But not tonight. Tonight we’ll try something different.”
“Something like what?”
The trepidation in her voice convinced him to change his bites along her sexy shoulders to little kisses instead. “We’ll alternate. He’ll come in, then he’ll pull out and it’ll be my turn. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”
“Sure she can. She can handle anything.”
Drake nearly tossed up a prayer of thanks at the confidence in Colt’s voice. He hadn’t shut down his idea. He’d half expected his friend to realize exactly how close that would put their dicks and say hell no, no way. But he hadn’t, and it was taking everything Drake had not to read too much into it.
Colt loved sex, and he was just going with the flow. Living in the moment. That was all.
Drake suited up and watched as Colt pulled her forward on his chest, tilting her hips up at the perfect angle for him to see all that swollen, shadowy flesh between her thighs. Colt’s cock was there too, easing out, gleaming in the moonlight from the wetness they’d already made.
Drake slid his hand up Paige’s back and took a deep breath. This felt momentous, even if he had no idea why.
But when Colt pulled out and said, “Come on, man,” he couldn’t wait another second.
He grabbed her hips and drove forward, peripherally aware of his length sliding against Colt’s. The sensation made him curse and refocus on Paige’s soaked entrance. He circled his tip over her, giving her a chance to get used to the differences between him and Colt. She bucked backward, urging him on, and he plunged.
Her inner walls grasped at him and drenched him in her slickness. He pulled back and surged into her again, needing more than just that brief contact. Colt seemed to understand, because he cupped her head to his shoulder and stared at Drake as he fucked her in long, slow strokes. Something passed between them in that instant.
Her cries and the wet sounds of her body combined into a glorious soundtrack. Drake knew he was taking advantage, but he couldn’t stop. She clutched at him from inside and her pale ass glowed in the moonlight, practically begging for his hand. So he gave it to her, lightly, punctuating his thrusts with gentle slaps. She gasped and rolled her hips, still participating even though she was thoroughly wedged between them.
And she thought she couldn’t handle both of them in her body at once. Damn, she could handle anything. Beautifully.
“Your turn,” Drake said, dragging his shaft from her snug-as-fuck pussy. She moaned and writhed and he couldn’t keep from reaching around her to rub her clit even as Colt positioned himself to drive inside. He was asking for trouble. Inviting it. But
he wanted to watch her come, and he wanted to be part of it.
Colt didn’t balk at the nearness of Drake’s hand. He just took hold of Paige’s hips and slammed into her, tearing a scream from her throat.
“Jesus. You get any tighter, you’re going to kill me,” Colt grated.
“Gonna come. Can’t…not.”
“Damn straight.” Drake kissed his way down her spine while his fingers kept up the tempo between her legs. She was so wet that he slipped more than once, but he concentrated on the plump bud under his touch. He wasn’t going lower.
Wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t.
Until Paige came undone, her hips going wild. Colt matched her, powering upward into her again and again to prolong her climax. And Drake kept up the pressure on her clit, circling, rubbing, doing everything he could to keep her spasms going. Then she arched up to squirm away from him, the tip of Colt’s cock still barely inside of her, and Drake’s hand slid down.
Jesus, Colt was so hard. So hard and hot and Drake couldn’t catch his breath. His chest actually hurt from the air trapped in his lungs.
He willed his hand to move but his fingers had their own ideas. Drake gave him one quick squeeze and shifted him back where he belonged.
Inside Paige.
She muffled a whimper against Colt’s throat at the additional help, but she didn’t shy away when Drake resumed stroking her clit. She rotated her hips in time with his caresses and dragged her nails down Colt’s chest as she pushed herself back up.
Apparently their girl was ready for more.
Drake peered over her shoulder as she braced one hand on Colt’s taut stomach and used the other to tweak and tug at her breasts. The sight made Colt groan and close his eyes. Mindlessly, he drove up into her, his entire body tense and glistening with perspiration. Drake knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Drake.” Colt’s golden eyes opened and met his. “You finish first. Without the condom.” He waited a beat and lifetimes passed in Drake’s mind. “I wanna watch you take her raw.”
What?
“What?” Paige gasped. “No condom?”
