Read Online In MIB Custody [The Service Club 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tonya Ramagos - Free Book Online

swallowed, nuzzled his chin at the bend of her neck, and gazed down the front of her body. The woman was a piece of work naked, perfect curves, delicious swells, and wonderful angles to tempt and tease a man to the point of sheer frustration. He should know. He was nearly there himself, wanting to feel every inch of her, to run his tongue along every creamy morsel. And that luscious mouth, his dick ached, his shaft so hard it was a wonder he didn’t impale her through her back, from the need to feel her full lips locked around his cock.
    Wait your turn.
    It wasn’t often that he bided his time with a woman, even when he was sharing her with another man. He needed to hold back now, though, for Danica and for himself. This was the moment when he would know if he could really share her with Zane or not. He knew the man had fallen for her, but there was no way Zane could love her already as much he did.
    Seeing the way she had looked at Zane, watching the way her body responded to the man, told him what he needed to know. She had fallen for Zane, too. He might get these little fits of jealously here and there, but Danica’s pleasure was the most important. He trusted Zane, and as he focused his attention down her body, something in him shifted into place. For the first time in years, everything felt right, even with Zane in the equation.
    From his vantage point, he couldn’t see what Zane was doing to her, but he could feel the back of the man’s hand against his thigh as Zane wrapped his fingers around Danica’s leg. Lowell knew what Zane intended to do, and he braced himself to take Danica’s full weight as Zane picked her leg up off the floor and settled her foot on his shoulder.
    “I’ve got you,” Lowell told her softly. “I’m not going to let you fall.”
    With one foot still on the floor and the other resting on Zane’s shoulder, her pussy was wide open for Zane’s mouth. Lowell saw Zane’s shoulders shift as he no doubt angled his head, taking advantage of the new position and the depth it allowed him to eat her pussy.
    “Damn, Dannie, you taste good.”
    Sure, rub it in, asshole. Lowell gritted his teeth and forced himself to breathe.
    “So wet, so hot.” Zane’s words were muffled by her pussy.
    Lowell’s self-control was tempted further by the sounds of Zane’s tongue lapping at her juices. His mind jumped tracks, already planning his friend’s demise. The payback for this one was going to be a real bitch for Zane.
    “Give me one of your hands, Dannie. Lowell won’t let you fall.”
    Lowell tightened his arms around her for good measure as she slowly unlaced her fingers. She kept one hand locked around his neck as she brought the other one down for Zane as he had told her to do. She lifted her head, and Lowell followed her gaze, watching as Zane guided her hand between her legs.
    “Touch yourself for me.” Zane sat back on his heels, careful not to unbalance her with her foot still on his shoulder. “I want you to feel how hot and wet you are.”
    “I already know. It’s always like this.” Torment shook her voice and wound a band around Lowell’s heart.
    “You mean when you dream of us, darlin’? Are you always this hot and wet when we visit you in your fantasies?”
    “Yes.” The word was barely audible over the rush of breath that expelled from his lungs.
    “Show him,” Zane ordered her. “Get your fingers nice and wet and present them to Lowell.”
    Danica angled her head and looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and consumed with passion. The hand she lifted in front of his face trembled slightly, but she apparently had enough strength to still be naughty. Her lips unfolded in a vixen grin as she painted his mouth with her juices.
    Lowell held her gaze, warning her with a hard look that he wouldn’t allow her to tease him like this for long. He moved his head in a half circle, caught her fingers with his lips, and sucked them into his mouth. He licked them free of her