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let me— fuck .”
Her throat convulsed and Kane arched his back, his cock buried deep in her mouth. The two of them locked together, his body shaking, face screwed up in a grimace of extreme pleasure. Jack moved quickly and dropped his knees behind Dara, catching her body against his as she wavered unsteadily, her hands trapped between them. He wrapped one hand around her torso, shoving aside her bra to cup her breast. His other hand slipped between her legs, under the tiny triangle of fabric and into the wet heat of her slit.
She hummed, her mouth still full of Kane’s cock, but her hips thrust against him, seeking his touch. She shook in his arms, reaction to the whole situation obviously overwhelming her.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He stroked upward, drawing moisture over the tight nub of her clitoris. Kane stepped away, and Dara let him go, her head falling back to rest on Jack’s shoulder. He teased her, fingers light over her clit, and she shivered then laughed.
Kane sat in front of them where he’d collapsed. He stroked a hand up her torso to clasp her other breast. “What’s so funny?”
Dara rotated her hands until her fingers cupped Jack’s balls and cock. “Holy fuck, woman, not too tight.”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Oh damn, that feels good, Jack.”
One finger he pressed into her, then two, the heel of his hand continuing to stimulate her clit. Dara panted lightly, her hips rocking forward in an even rhythm to fuck herself on his fingers.
“Not enough. More.”
Another finger slid next to his—and he met Kane’s eyes over her shoulder. His friend shrugged and grinned, leaning over to suckle her breast through the thin fabric of the bra.
Dara let out a long moan. “Yes, oh yes, that’s good.”
She panted lightly, the tiny whimpers driving Jack insane. She maintained a steady pulse with her fingers over his dick, and he bit down on her neck, laving the mark he left behind. He pressed kisses upward to behind her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth then swirling his tongue around the sensitive tissue. He could eat her alive, every inch of her, and not have enough.
The tight pressure in his balls and cock made him lightheaded, and he’d never wanted more to be deep inside a woman. He fought for the strength to keep his promise of no more sex. The touch of her hands on him was enough and his release edged closer.
“Holy shit.” Dara straightened, her body tightened and she came. Her sex tightened around his fingers, a long low keen of delight escaped her lips. She shook in his grasp, head writhing from side to side until the shaking diminished. Jack swore as his climax hit, strands of semen spurting from his cock to coat her lower back and buttocks. The sticky moisture smeared between them, her fingers wiggling against him and drawing out his pleasure.
Stars floated before his eyes.
Kane’s hand withdrew and he pulled Dara forward to cradle her against his body. Jack shook off his own lingering stupor to undo the straps from her wrists, the rippp of the Velcro loud in the room, carrying above the harsh sound of their erratic breathing.
Holy shit was right. She’d reacted so beautifully, he was still in a cold sweat from all the possibilities flashing through his mind. If he had his way, he’d pick her up, carry her to the master bedroom, tie her to the bed and start all over. But that would hardly be fair, not to her, not to Kane.
The battle between the bonds of friendship and the desires in his belly was fierce, but short. Tonight, he’d put aside his remaining hungers, but he needed some space if he wasn’t going to act on his yearnings.
Jack rubbed her wrists tenderly, massaging her arms and lifting them around Kane’s neck. “Why don’t you take her to the shower? Have a nice hot one, then head to bed. Tomorrow is going to come early, and we’ve got a reputation to maintain of setting the first tracks of the day.”
Dara twisted in
Her throat convulsed and Kane arched his back, his cock buried deep in her mouth. The two of them locked together, his body shaking, face screwed up in a grimace of extreme pleasure. Jack moved quickly and dropped his knees behind Dara, catching her body against his as she wavered unsteadily, her hands trapped between them. He wrapped one hand around her torso, shoving aside her bra to cup her breast. His other hand slipped between her legs, under the tiny triangle of fabric and into the wet heat of her slit.
She hummed, her mouth still full of Kane’s cock, but her hips thrust against him, seeking his touch. She shook in his arms, reaction to the whole situation obviously overwhelming her.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He stroked upward, drawing moisture over the tight nub of her clitoris. Kane stepped away, and Dara let him go, her head falling back to rest on Jack’s shoulder. He teased her, fingers light over her clit, and she shivered then laughed.
Kane sat in front of them where he’d collapsed. He stroked a hand up her torso to clasp her other breast. “What’s so funny?”
Dara rotated her hands until her fingers cupped Jack’s balls and cock. “Holy fuck, woman, not too tight.”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Oh damn, that feels good, Jack.”
One finger he pressed into her, then two, the heel of his hand continuing to stimulate her clit. Dara panted lightly, her hips rocking forward in an even rhythm to fuck herself on his fingers.
“Not enough. More.”
Another finger slid next to his—and he met Kane’s eyes over her shoulder. His friend shrugged and grinned, leaning over to suckle her breast through the thin fabric of the bra.
Dara let out a long moan. “Yes, oh yes, that’s good.”
She panted lightly, the tiny whimpers driving Jack insane. She maintained a steady pulse with her fingers over his dick, and he bit down on her neck, laving the mark he left behind. He pressed kisses upward to behind her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth then swirling his tongue around the sensitive tissue. He could eat her alive, every inch of her, and not have enough.
The tight pressure in his balls and cock made him lightheaded, and he’d never wanted more to be deep inside a woman. He fought for the strength to keep his promise of no more sex. The touch of her hands on him was enough and his release edged closer.
“Holy shit.” Dara straightened, her body tightened and she came. Her sex tightened around his fingers, a long low keen of delight escaped her lips. She shook in his grasp, head writhing from side to side until the shaking diminished. Jack swore as his climax hit, strands of semen spurting from his cock to coat her lower back and buttocks. The sticky moisture smeared between them, her fingers wiggling against him and drawing out his pleasure.
Stars floated before his eyes.
Kane’s hand withdrew and he pulled Dara forward to cradle her against his body. Jack shook off his own lingering stupor to undo the straps from her wrists, the rippp of the Velcro loud in the room, carrying above the harsh sound of their erratic breathing.
Holy shit was right. She’d reacted so beautifully, he was still in a cold sweat from all the possibilities flashing through his mind. If he had his way, he’d pick her up, carry her to the master bedroom, tie her to the bed and start all over. But that would hardly be fair, not to her, not to Kane.
The battle between the bonds of friendship and the desires in his belly was fierce, but short. Tonight, he’d put aside his remaining hungers, but he needed some space if he wasn’t going to act on his yearnings.
Jack rubbed her wrists tenderly, massaging her arms and lifting them around Kane’s neck. “Why don’t you take her to the shower? Have a nice hot one, then head to bed. Tomorrow is going to come early, and we’ve got a reputation to maintain of setting the first tracks of the day.”
Dara twisted in
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