She wanted to be filled, to ease the ache in her body with his hard shaft.
Wanted…
Turning her on her side, Jared eased down her body to nip at her breasts, still covered in satin, as Dane molded himself against her back.
“Jared.”
His name emerged on a gasp as Dane swept her hair to the side and settled his mouth on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. His naked cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, the hard shaft burning hot against her skin.
Her brain conjured up an image of what the three of them must look like and she shuddered.
“Feel good, baby?” Jared’s voice sounded muffled as he moved his mouth from breast to breast, pulling down the satin cups of her bra until they bared her nipples. “Hang tight ’cause it’s gonna feel a hell of a lot better.”
She’d be crazy by that time, she decided. But she couldn’t get her mouth to form the words to tell him.
Jared latched onto one nipple, sucking hard on the tip and making her arch into his mouth. At the same time, Dane’s fingers slid between her legs, brushing against her clit in a teasing caress before pulling back to stroke at the moisture gathering between her lips.
Her hands slid into Jared’s hair, kneading like a cat, holding him close to make sure he never stopped.
She fell into a state of almost delirious pleasure, a place where she allowed herself only to feel the two pairs of hands and mouths that caressed her.
Jared and Dane petted, stroked, and drove her wild. The darkness added to the decadence of the act because she wasn’t completely sure whose hands were where at any given moment.
She did know it was Jared who slid down her body and finally pulled the tiny panties from her waist so he could put his mouth between her legs.
Easing her onto her back, Dane moved to her breasts as Jared licked at her pussy as if she were a delectable treat. His tongue sent shocks of lightning deep into her body while Dane’s mouth made her breasts swell, her nipples tighten and ache.
She tensed only seconds before her orgasm broke, sharp and short and definitely not enough. She wanted more.
Jared gave her clit one last lick before he moved up her pliant body, rolling her back on her side with Dane’s help.
She tasted herself on his lips when he kissed her, and she moaned into his mouth.
“Are you ready, Belle?” Jared asked, his voice nothing more than a harsh whisper.
God, yes. She was ready. She needed them.
Behind her, Dane lifted her leg, holding her open as his cock, now sheathed in a condom, slid against her sensitive lips. She gasped at the aching need that seized her and wriggled her ass back against him, silently pleading.
When Jared rose to his knees in front of her, she reached for him, laying one hand on his waist and wrapping the other around his cock.
As Dane began to sink the head of his cock into her channel, Jared slipped the head of his cock into her mouth.
She took them both in eagerly, moaning at the silky glide of Jared’s shaft against her tongue and the fullness of Dane’s possession between her legs.
Drowning in a state of pleasure, she couldn’t concentrate on any one sensation.
Jared fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes while Dane set a hard and fast pace below. She drew hard on Jared, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she was getting, needing to push him over the edge she was fast approaching.
Orgasm lurked just out of reach, the men fueling the fire but never letting it burn out of control. They stretched her already frayed control to the breaking point but left her hanging on the edge.
She took Jared in as far as she could, his hands cupping her chin, stroking her cheeks and her lips as he slipped back and forth.
Dane reached around to tweak her clit, his pace quickening.
“Fuck, Jared, she’s tight.”
Dane’s voice made her burn even brighter but it was Jared’s that finally pushed her over the edge.
“That’s right, baby. You feel so good. Come now, Belle. Do it.”
And since she couldn’t refuse him anything, she did. She cried out, her pussy bearing down around Dane as Jared pulled out of her mouth. Caught in the throes of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, she opened her eyes to see the fierce lust on Jared’s face as she came around another man’s cock, who twitched and pulsed inside her.
“Was it good, baby?” Jared asked as she finally regained her senses. “Because we’re not done.”
As Dane pulled out, Jared wasted no time lowering himself over her. He’d pulled a condom on and slid into her still-spasming channel.
“Put your legs around me, Belle. I want you to come again.”
Just the sound of his voice had her clenching around him. If she’d made a bet that she wouldn’t be able to come again, she would’ve lost it.
Jared’s thicker cock stretched her, lit her on fire. And Jared seemed determined to make her crazy. She thrashed beneath him as he pounded into her and she felt the moment he lost control.
He shuddered over her, grabbed her tight, and thrust once more, high and tight. She felt every pulse of his cock as he came into the condom, and it took only the slightest grind of his pelvis against hers to make her cry out and come all over again.
When his eyes opened the next morning, Jared registered the warm weight of Annabelle draped over him.
She was still asleep. With a glance at the clock, he knew he’d have to wake her soon. Almost six on a Saturday morning, one of her biggest days of the week, and she opened at seven. He didn’t think she’d set an alarm last night.
Dane slept in the spare room, and Annabelle had fallen asleep right after so they hadn’t had time to talk.
Which might have been a good thing.
Would she regret last night?
Some women, after they had a chance to think about what they’d done, weren’t too keen on repeating the experience. They let the doubt and the guilt destroy the pleasure until all they could think about was wiping the night from their memory.
Others couldn’t get enough. They became addicted to the rush and embraced the lifestyle with a passion.
Much like he and Dane. They’d been perfecting the mechanics of ménage for years. Though they dated different women separately, they rarely dated the same women for long, and a ménage worked for them in ways a normal male/female relationship never had.
He and Dane had grown up in the same world of money, privilege, and family dysfunction. They’d been friends since grade school and had managed to maintain that friendship through high school and college.
They enjoyed the same music, sports, entertainment. Hell, they actually enjoyed each other’s company. If they were gay, they’d be disgustingly monogamous.
His lips curved at the thought. A female acquaintance had actually thrown that in their faces after Dane had broken off their relationship.
They’d laughed but both of them realized they maintained their friendship through sex. Just not with each other.
The ménage also allowed them to keep a certain distance from the women they shared. Neither he nor Dane was looking for a permanent attachment.
At least, Jared hadn’t been before last night.
Last night, more than any other time in his life, he’d been focused almost solely on giving pleasure. On Annabelle’s response. He’d wanted her wild and burning with passion.
“I can practically hear you thinking.”
Annabelle’s husky voice brushed his chest as she shifted against him, repositioning until she rested her chin on her hands that laid across his chest. She stared up at him with clear green eyes, her rumpled curls inviting him to sink his hands into them. He wanted to kiss her and wondered why the hell he was even thinking twice about it.