No, not lose herself. Immerse herself.
She kissed him back as her hands slid across his bare shoulders then around to his back. Drawing him closer, she arched her back, pressing her breast more fully into his hand. She wanted him to knead her harder, pinch her nipple tighter.
The hand at her neck flexed, his fingers pulling at her hair. His lips ground into hers until she thought he’d split her lip. Then he pulled back and dragged his teeth down her neck.
She gasped at the strength of the shudder that tore through her, her fingers digging into his shoulders until she thought she’d draw blood.
And when he bit her nipple, she couldn’t keep from crying out.
Her eyes flew open when she realized how she sounded. Like a woman lost in passion. With a man who wasn’t hers.
She turned to find Tyler staring at her, eyeing her like a hawk. Still naked, he sat in the chair nearest the chaise, his erect cock in hand.
As Greg sucked on her breast, Tyler stroked himself with a hard, twisting movement that looked almost painful. He obviously liked what he saw because his cock stood stiff and ruddy red.
If he’d been closer, she would’ve reached for him, wrapped her hand around his cock and pushed him over the same edge she was teetering on.
Instead, she watched his hand work his cock, watched his hand twist over the bulging head before sliding back down the shaft.
She could have lost herself watching him, but Greg refused to let her.
After a fierce squeeze, Greg released her breast before shoving his hand between her legs and cupping her.
Her eyes closed as he pressed two fingers inside her slick channel, buried them deep and stroked her on the inside.
Her already sensitive tissue quivered in response, clenching around him, trying to suck him deeper. He rotated his hand until he got his thumb in a position to prod her clit, rubbing her, stroking her. Bringing her to the edge then backing off until he had her begging for release.
She needed it, needed that release. If she didn’t get it soon, she might melt down and lose her sanity.
“Tyler, please.”
“Tyler isn’t the one you need to be asking for release, Kate.” Greg’s voice felt like an electric shock through her body, making her muscles go rigid. “Ask me for what you want.”
Her eyes flew open and she found herself staring into Greg’s green eyes. So pale. So different from Tyler’s.
His fingers twisted, his knuckles scraping and tormenting.
She gasped, arching toward him.
“Say it, Kate. Come on, I know you want to. You know Tyler wants you to.”
And she wanted to give Tyler a show as much as she wanted to get laid right now.
She laced one hand through his too-long hair and yanked. “Fuck me, Greg. Right now.”
In the next second, she was moving. Greg shifted until he lay on his back on the chaise, head at the flat end, feet planted on the floor at either side. He lifted her over his lap until she had one knee on either side of his hips and her sex spread over his cock.
With his hands on her hips, he held her suspended over him, all the lovely muscles of his abdomen taut and sharply defined.
She kept waiting for him to lower her onto his cock but when she looked down, she saw he was so hard, he’d need help getting his cock in position.
She had no problem giving him a hand.
Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his thick erection, watching Greg’s eyes narrow until they were almost shut. His cock pulsed as she squeezed, her other hand slipping between his legs to fondle his balls.
Greg let her play with him for only seconds before he growled, “Enough. Condom. Now.”
Turning, she found Tyler holding one in his hand, which he reached over to hand her.
Their gazes connected as she took the foil packet and tore it open. She had to tear her eyes away to roll the condom on Greg’s cock, watching him as he watched her hands work on the sheath.
Once she had him covered, she rolled her hips forward until she was positioned at the perfect angle.
Again, she looked at Tyler, whose gaze shifted to where her sex teased the tip of Greg’s cock.
The sensation was decadent. Wicked. And so insanely hot, she knew she’d only have to think about this later and she’d never be cold again.
Settling one hand on Greg’s shoulder, she rolled her hips again, rubbing his cock between her labia, taking him a centimeter deeper with each movement.
The feel of the head lodged there, not quite inside her body but no longer a tease, made her want to force her body down, take him as deep as she could until he filled all the aching places inside her.
That first round of sex with Tyler had only made her hungrier, hotter.
She knew what was coming, what they were building toward, but she didn’t want to rush. She wanted to draw it out. Make Tyler crazy with lust. Make Greg beg for her to finish him.
Looking down at Greg, she watched his lips flatten into a straight line as she sank a little deeper, until the head had breached her body and began to stretch her channel.
Relief and greed for more warred as she wriggled down his shaft. Each slight shimmy lodged him deeper, made his lips draw flat and his cheekbones stand out in stark contrast.
She swore she felt his hands on her hips tremble before he clenched her tighter. He didn’t try to force her to go faster, though, simply held his body almost perfectly still, letting her do all the work. Have all the control.
Shooting Tyler a quick glance, she saw he’d released his cock, both hands now clamped on to the arms of the chair, as if holding himself back. His body seemed poised for movement. As if at any moment, he’d launch himself at them.
Just the thought of what would happen then made her shiver.
And slide a little farther down Greg’s shaft.
She was so wet, he went easily. She didn’t want easy.
She wanted rough. Wanted hard.
Wanted dirty.
She sank down and took the rest of him inside in one smooth motion.
Moaning at the sensation of being filled so completely, she dug her fingers into his pecs, the hard muscles tight. But not as hard as the one impaling her body. He felt like silk-encased iron, thick and hot and burning her from the inside.
Her eyes closed as her body reacted to the intrusion, clenching around him until she couldn’t bear to stay still one moment longer.
Using her thigh muscles, she lifted her body until only the tip of him remained. Then she sank, hard and fast. Almost too fast. Too hard.
Not enough.
With her eyes closed, she set a rhythm that would get her what she wanted as fast as possible.
Already, her womb began to contract, sharp ripples of excitement spreading through her lower body.
Greg let her control the pace though his hands stayed glued to her hips, holding her steady. She felt ready to fly apart when suddenly Tyler moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“Hang on, baby. I don’t want you going off yet. I want to make this even better.”
That rough whisper in her ear made her shake in his arms. On her hips, Greg’s hands held her steady, refusing to let her move though she tried.
Thwarted, she contracted around the cock in her pussy even as she rubbed against the one she felt at her rear.
With her eyes closed, every sensation was heightened. The feel of Greg’s hips between her thighs, the feel of his shaft as it seemed to thicken every second. Tyler’s body against her back, the brush of his chest hair sensitizing her skin.
His arms tightened as she bucked back against him, trying to get him to do something, anything to relieve some of this pressure building in her groin.
“I want your ass, Kate. Can I take you there while Greg fucks your pussy? I swear you’ll enjoy it.”