He licked, swallowed her delicate taste, licked again as her body quaked beneath him. He pushed a finger inside her, her body closing around him in a hot, wet embrace, then added another finger. Her soft cries increased and he lifted his gaze to again watch Chris make love to her breasts, her other hand fisted in his hair, fingers bent tightly.
“Oh my god, I can’t take any more,” she panted. “Too…much.”
“Not yet it isn’t.” He smiled against her pretty pussy. “Not yet, sweetheart.” He wanted to make her come, wanted her to come in his mouth, wanted to give her so much pleasure. He licked some more, finding her clit with his tongue, the hard edge of it, tonguing it from side to side. Then he closed his lips over it and sucked.
Her hips lifted and a long, ragged cry was dragged from deep within her. He held on, sucking, drawing out her orgasm, her body tight and throbbing. Heated cream poured over his fingers. His cock throbbed insistently, his balls drew up, and for a moment he feared he’d lost the battle to keep his own orgasm at bay. Breathing through it, he managed to control the spiraling sensation, finally releasing her quivery little clit.
He rested his cheek against her thigh, catching his breath, heart racing. Holy fuck. He’d felt that orgasm almost as much as she had, which kind of freaked him out. He slid his fingers out of her, his whole hand wet. “Ah…” A small groan rumbled out of him. He lifted heavy eyelids and met Chris’s eyes. Heat washed over him at the fierce arousal on Chris’s face.
“She came hard,” Chris murmured. “Didn’t you, sweetheart?”
Her only response was a groan.
“Good job,” Chris said, a smile flirting with his lips. “I just about came too, that was so hot.”
Oh man. Dag had forgotten the easy way the two of them had with a girl, the total lack of jealousy or competitiveness, just a mutual desire to please and be pleased. There was no one else in the world he’d ever done this with, despite the wild and wicked experiences he’d allowed himself to try when living in San Francisco. Nothing had ever felt this right. Or so fucking terrifying.
Chapter Eight
Chris rubbed a hand across his face and sprawled onto his back beside Kassidy, his neck and shoulders tight from the posture he’d been holding. He hadn’t felt it while he’d been sucking her nipples, focused on the lush sensation of her breasts in his hands, in his mouth, and the wicked hotness of watching Dag go down on her. Seeing Dag’s mouth on Kassidy’s pussy turned him on to the point of pain. Knowing the intensity of the pleasure she would feel with two men, one sucking her tender nipples, the other sucking her sweet clit.
And he knew from experience just what Dag was feeling too, the taste of her, the feel of her softness against his tongue, the way she tightened around him when she came. Fuck.
He wanted to be inside her, now. He turned his head on the pillow so his mouth was beside her ear. “Wanna fuck you, Kass,” he whispered. “Wanna fuck you hard. Now.”
Her head moved in assent, and he climbed over her. He glanced at Dag now stretched out on the bed on the other side of Kassidy, his mouth shiny with her juices, his cheekbones wearing a stain of color. His hair was a mess from Kassidy’s fingers in it and he’d fisted his own cock. Christ, he looked even bigger than he’d been years ago when they’d done this. The guy was hung, no doubt about that.
“Wait,” Chris said. “Turn over, sweetheart.” And he helped her roll to her stomach then pulled her hips up. She lifted her head and turned to look at him, hair falling across her face in a sexy sweep. “Dag, move over in front of her.”
Chris had no problem taking charge, in the office or in the bedroom. It came naturally to him, and Dag smiled as he seemed to realize what Chris was directing, shifted over until he was right in front of Kassidy, his thick, engorged cock jutting up. Kassidy’s gasp was audible.
Yeah, that was pretty much every chick’s reaction when they saw Dag’s package. And yet, Chris had never been envious. In a way, he almost felt…proud when girls were so impressed by his friend.
Dag stretched his legs out on either side of her, long muscled legs lightly covered with dark hair, and stuffed two pillows behind his back.
“Dag needs to come too,” Chris said. The idea of Dag’s cock tunneling into Kassidy’s mouth almost sent him right over the edge of the orgasm cliff right then and there. Because…this was Kassidy.
Was he a sick, twisted perv? He’d never questioned the urges that had led him and Dag to do what they’d done. He’d just enjoyed it, reveled in it, took as much pleasure from it as he could get. But for the first time he wondered what drove him to do this.
Only with Dag. Never with any other guy. Never.
He shoved those thoughts away as he pushed his body into Kassidy’s, her pussy dripping with cream. Her heat on his cock scalded him as he moved inside her, and he released a long, low groan. “Fuck, Kass.” He shoved her thighs wider, went deeper inside her. “Fuck. So hot. So wet. Suck him. Suck Dag’s cock.”
He watched with avid interest as she took Dag’s dick in her small hand—couldn’t even close her fingers all the way around it—and gazed at it for a long moment. The smooth, round head shone with pre-come.
“Like it?” Chris asked her, hands holding her hips, throbbing inside her, unable to take his eyes off her fist around Dag’s cock.
“Mmm.”
“You love giving head, don’t you, sweetheart.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Chris slanted an aren’t-we-lucky glance at Dag, whose lips quirked, but then Dag’s eyes fell closed. His chin lifted, his mouth a straight line, and his hands went to Kassidy’s hair, holding her hair back, holding her head as she closed her mouth over him.
There was no way she could take all of Dag, nobody could, but she knew how to curl her fingers around the base and slide them up and down while she sucked the head of his cock. Chris just wished he could see more of her face.
Chris lifted a hand to rub his chest as he watched, noting Dag’s hips lifting, his breathing quicken. He was going to come. Would Kassidy swallow? She always did with him, but she’d confessed once he was the first guy she’d ever done that with.
“Ah, baby,” Dag groaned.
Chris reached around under her, found her clit, which jumped at his touch. He rubbed, her soft cries distant through the roaring in his ears. Her pussy rippled and convulsed around his dick and he knew she was coming again.
He stayed on his knees between her legs and fucked her, throwing his hips against her ass again and again, the tight drag and pull of her cunt on his cock sending sparks cascading over his body in heat and light, in electric tingles that grew at the base of his spine then raced outward as pleasure exploded in him and he poured it into Kassidy.
“Oh hell, I’m coming,” Dag grunted. “Fuck. Oh yeah…” And with a stretched-out rough groan, he held Kassidy’s head against him. She held him there, inside her, taking it all, then lifted her head. Dag reached over with his index finger, swiped something off her face, his come no doubt, and popped it into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Dag muttered. “Holy shit.”
Chris’s orgasm wrenched at him, his skin crawling with waves of pleasure, his head spinning as Kassidy bent her head and licked over Dag’s cock delicately, and then pressed the sweetest kiss right to the tip, making Dag shiver.
That was hot. Fucking hot.
“Oh man.” Chris slumped forward over Kassidy, sweat beading on his brow and chest, heart thudding, lungs straining for air. His cock continued to pulse inside her, and she continued to clasp him with small, tight contractions. “Oh man, sweetheart. That was fast. Sorry.”