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and lick as though Owen’s tongue was on her skin.
Lars’s erection bounced against his lower belly, nearly brushing his navel. Mattie’s mouth watered, and she ran her tongue over her dry lips. She knew how he tasted. Knew the musky scent of him and the salty essence of his cum. She dug her fingers into the chair to keep still.
Owen quickly untied Lars’s shoes and removed them with his pants, underwear, and socks. It was disconcerting to see Lars brace a hand against Owen’s shoulder as he lifted his feet one at a time. The two men seemed so comfortable together. It was almost intimidating.
She threw off the momentary insecurity. The time had passed for chickening out. She’d have to be an idiot to walk away from an opportunity like this. There was no guarantee she’d ever find another pair of guys willing to let her into their love play. Especially not guys like Owen and Lars.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he, Mattie?” Owen asked.
She nodded because she couldn’t choke any words past the lump in her throat. Lars wasn’t just beautiful. He was sexy as hell. He gazed right at her, his hazel eyes warm in the room’s glow. She recalled the days and nights she’d stared into those same eyes while he surged into her pussy over and over before making her come.
“Come here, Mattie.” Owen’s low words made her lurch off her chair without a thought. “I want to watch you kiss him.”
Mattie swallowed down her mingled fear and anticipation. “I thought I was watching.”
The intensity of Owen’s dark gaze made her nipples bead into hard points. “Oh, I’ll give you plenty to watch, but you’re going to give me this first.”
She hadn’t kissed Lars since the night he’d run out of her bedroom after she’d admitted her feelings. It was on the tip of her tongue to refuse, but something in Lars’s expression changed her mind. The hard planes of his face were soft, eager even. Did he want this?
She reached up and cupped his cheeks. Hesitantly running her thumbs over his lower lip, Mattie reveled in the familiarity. Owen’s arms were draped over Lars’s shoulders. The contrast of his copper skin and Lars’s golden tones was beautiful to behold. Mattie slid her arms around Lars’s neck, twining them around Owen’s. Stretching up on her tiptoes she pressed her mouth to Lars’s.
It felt so good. Like coming home. He came alive beneath her lips. She slid her tongue into his mouth to caress his. He returned the subtle tease for the briefest moment before he suddenly became the aggressor.
It was so natural to let him take control. There’d never been anyone else who could channel her lust like Lars. He set the pace of their wet, warm kisses, the rhythm of their tongues, lips, and teeth as they exchanged desire for passion.
“My turn,” Owen growled.
He wrenched Lars away from Mattie. Suddenly she was the observer, her lips plump and moist, watching Owen utterly devour Lars. A spurt of hot cream dampened her pussy. She’d never seen anything like this display. They dueled like gladiators bent on dominance, two men grappling as they made love with their mouths.
Holy. Shit.
Owen backed off just long enough to give her a wicked grin. “Touch him, Mattie.”
She let her fingers skate down Lars’s abdomen. His muscles shrank reflexively from the contact. She scored her nails lightly across his rugged abdominals, over his ribs, down his torso toward his erect cock. When she reached the downy, dark trail of hair below his navel, he groaned.
A glistening drop of precum beaded on the crown of his erection. She slid her fingertip through the liquid and spread it over the puckered flange. He thrust against her. Knowing how much he liked it, she fisted his shaft and pumped it with firm strokes.
Lars gasped, and Mattie looked up to see that Owen had one powerful hand around Lars’s neck. Owen held their lover firm as he nipped and sucked his way over Lars’s shoulders.
“I’m going to put him
Lars’s erection bounced against his lower belly, nearly brushing his navel. Mattie’s mouth watered, and she ran her tongue over her dry lips. She knew how he tasted. Knew the musky scent of him and the salty essence of his cum. She dug her fingers into the chair to keep still.
Owen quickly untied Lars’s shoes and removed them with his pants, underwear, and socks. It was disconcerting to see Lars brace a hand against Owen’s shoulder as he lifted his feet one at a time. The two men seemed so comfortable together. It was almost intimidating.
She threw off the momentary insecurity. The time had passed for chickening out. She’d have to be an idiot to walk away from an opportunity like this. There was no guarantee she’d ever find another pair of guys willing to let her into their love play. Especially not guys like Owen and Lars.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he, Mattie?” Owen asked.
She nodded because she couldn’t choke any words past the lump in her throat. Lars wasn’t just beautiful. He was sexy as hell. He gazed right at her, his hazel eyes warm in the room’s glow. She recalled the days and nights she’d stared into those same eyes while he surged into her pussy over and over before making her come.
“Come here, Mattie.” Owen’s low words made her lurch off her chair without a thought. “I want to watch you kiss him.”
Mattie swallowed down her mingled fear and anticipation. “I thought I was watching.”
The intensity of Owen’s dark gaze made her nipples bead into hard points. “Oh, I’ll give you plenty to watch, but you’re going to give me this first.”
She hadn’t kissed Lars since the night he’d run out of her bedroom after she’d admitted her feelings. It was on the tip of her tongue to refuse, but something in Lars’s expression changed her mind. The hard planes of his face were soft, eager even. Did he want this?
She reached up and cupped his cheeks. Hesitantly running her thumbs over his lower lip, Mattie reveled in the familiarity. Owen’s arms were draped over Lars’s shoulders. The contrast of his copper skin and Lars’s golden tones was beautiful to behold. Mattie slid her arms around Lars’s neck, twining them around Owen’s. Stretching up on her tiptoes she pressed her mouth to Lars’s.
It felt so good. Like coming home. He came alive beneath her lips. She slid her tongue into his mouth to caress his. He returned the subtle tease for the briefest moment before he suddenly became the aggressor.
It was so natural to let him take control. There’d never been anyone else who could channel her lust like Lars. He set the pace of their wet, warm kisses, the rhythm of their tongues, lips, and teeth as they exchanged desire for passion.
“My turn,” Owen growled.
He wrenched Lars away from Mattie. Suddenly she was the observer, her lips plump and moist, watching Owen utterly devour Lars. A spurt of hot cream dampened her pussy. She’d never seen anything like this display. They dueled like gladiators bent on dominance, two men grappling as they made love with their mouths.
Holy. Shit.
Owen backed off just long enough to give her a wicked grin. “Touch him, Mattie.”
She let her fingers skate down Lars’s abdomen. His muscles shrank reflexively from the contact. She scored her nails lightly across his rugged abdominals, over his ribs, down his torso toward his erect cock. When she reached the downy, dark trail of hair below his navel, he groaned.
A glistening drop of precum beaded on the crown of his erection. She slid her fingertip through the liquid and spread it over the puckered flange. He thrust against her. Knowing how much he liked it, she fisted his shaft and pumped it with firm strokes.
Lars gasped, and Mattie looked up to see that Owen had one powerful hand around Lars’s neck. Owen held their lover firm as he nipped and sucked his way over Lars’s shoulders.
“I’m going to put him
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