ounce of need and longing she kissed him with. And there was a whole heap of need and longing. Angus’s seduction had ensured that, had ramped her desire up to utter desperation to be touched, kissed and loved by both men.
Yeah, Blake may have told her over and over that he adored her. Craved her. Lusted after her. But she’d never really believed him. Never taken him seriously.
This minute? This kiss? Made a mockery of her notions. Whatever she felt for Blake, he felt for her. His mouth left her with absolutely no doubt.
Eons passed before he broke the kiss. Before he dragged his mouth from hers. Before words she’d waited an eternity to hear were rasped out between ragged breaths. “I love you, Lil. I always have. Wanted this…wanted you forever.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“You have to know that, babe. Yeah, I like men.” He gave Angus a meaningful look and rested his hand on Angus’s stomach, on the ripped six pack that Lily longed to taste. “I like Angus, but you’re the only woman in the world for me.”
She shook her head. She hadn’t known.
Blake leaned in and kissed away the tears that spilled onto her cheeks.
“I…I love you too.”
He knew it. Always had, but the happiness reflected in his eyes as she spoke told her he’d needed to hear the words as much as she had. And then words were unnecessary as he lowered his hand to cover Angus’s erection and kissed her again.
Angus tensed and shuddered beside her, and pleasure seeped through her muscles, through her bones. Pleasure wrought by Blake’s mouth and…Angus’s finger.
No matter how intense, how emotional her and Blake’s first kiss had been, Angus hadn’t ceased caressing her, hadn’t removed his hand. She may have loosened her hold on him to make a place for Blake, increasing their twosome to a threesome, but he’d continued touching her as she’d kissed the other man, and she’d continued rocking on his finger, loving the sensation.
Blake’s tongue in her mouth and Angus’s finger in her pussy. Dear Lord, could it get any better?
A harsh groan broke through the silence, followed by a sharp inhalation of breath. “Ah, fuck…” Angus’s voice was hoarse, rough.
Lily cracked her eyes open.
His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed and his chest shuddered with heavy breaths. Every muscle in his body had tensed and his mouth was rounded in an O of bliss. He looked like a God, like an Adonis standing on the cusp of ecstasy.
Spellbound, she dragged her mouth from Blake’s to look her fill. To admire the magnificence of the man.
And then she understood his tension, his excitement.
Angus’s zip was undone, his jeans and boxers shoved partly over his hips. His thick erection was nestled in Blake’s sturdy grasp.
As Angus slid his finger in and out of her pussy, flicking her clit with his thumb, he pumped his hips in time, fucking Blake’s hand. Blake’s hold was tight, his knuckles white. In a million years, Lily would never have held a man’s cock that firmly. But Angus certainly wasn’t complaining. Not one little bit.
Lily forced her thoughts back, tried to remember if anything she’d seen before had ever turned her on this much. She came up blank. And then Blake’s mouth found Angus’s, arousing Lily even more.
There was nothing gentle about the kiss. Nothing soft. It was hard, intense and freaking hot, and it went on endlessly.
Needing something of her very own to hold, Lily attacked Blake’s jeans with vigor. The worn denim was so supple that she had no trouble with his button or his zip. No trouble pushing the jeans over his erection. And no trouble wrapping her greedy hand around his long, pulsing shaft.
It was Blake’s turn to moan, and as he did so the kiss between the two men changed, gentled. Their lips softened, and the desperation that was evident in the first hungry minutes of the kiss turned to a more sensual enjoyment. A mutual journey of discovery. Blissful discovery, if their
Yeah, Blake may have told her over and over that he adored her. Craved her. Lusted after her. But she’d never really believed him. Never taken him seriously.
This minute? This kiss? Made a mockery of her notions. Whatever she felt for Blake, he felt for her. His mouth left her with absolutely no doubt.
Eons passed before he broke the kiss. Before he dragged his mouth from hers. Before words she’d waited an eternity to hear were rasped out between ragged breaths. “I love you, Lil. I always have. Wanted this…wanted you forever.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“You have to know that, babe. Yeah, I like men.” He gave Angus a meaningful look and rested his hand on Angus’s stomach, on the ripped six pack that Lily longed to taste. “I like Angus, but you’re the only woman in the world for me.”
She shook her head. She hadn’t known.
Blake leaned in and kissed away the tears that spilled onto her cheeks.
“I…I love you too.”
He knew it. Always had, but the happiness reflected in his eyes as she spoke told her he’d needed to hear the words as much as she had. And then words were unnecessary as he lowered his hand to cover Angus’s erection and kissed her again.
Angus tensed and shuddered beside her, and pleasure seeped through her muscles, through her bones. Pleasure wrought by Blake’s mouth and…Angus’s finger.
No matter how intense, how emotional her and Blake’s first kiss had been, Angus hadn’t ceased caressing her, hadn’t removed his hand. She may have loosened her hold on him to make a place for Blake, increasing their twosome to a threesome, but he’d continued touching her as she’d kissed the other man, and she’d continued rocking on his finger, loving the sensation.
Blake’s tongue in her mouth and Angus’s finger in her pussy. Dear Lord, could it get any better?
A harsh groan broke through the silence, followed by a sharp inhalation of breath. “Ah, fuck…” Angus’s voice was hoarse, rough.
Lily cracked her eyes open.
His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed and his chest shuddered with heavy breaths. Every muscle in his body had tensed and his mouth was rounded in an O of bliss. He looked like a God, like an Adonis standing on the cusp of ecstasy.
Spellbound, she dragged her mouth from Blake’s to look her fill. To admire the magnificence of the man.
And then she understood his tension, his excitement.
Angus’s zip was undone, his jeans and boxers shoved partly over his hips. His thick erection was nestled in Blake’s sturdy grasp.
As Angus slid his finger in and out of her pussy, flicking her clit with his thumb, he pumped his hips in time, fucking Blake’s hand. Blake’s hold was tight, his knuckles white. In a million years, Lily would never have held a man’s cock that firmly. But Angus certainly wasn’t complaining. Not one little bit.
Lily forced her thoughts back, tried to remember if anything she’d seen before had ever turned her on this much. She came up blank. And then Blake’s mouth found Angus’s, arousing Lily even more.
There was nothing gentle about the kiss. Nothing soft. It was hard, intense and freaking hot, and it went on endlessly.
Needing something of her very own to hold, Lily attacked Blake’s jeans with vigor. The worn denim was so supple that she had no trouble with his button or his zip. No trouble pushing the jeans over his erection. And no trouble wrapping her greedy hand around his long, pulsing shaft.
It was Blake’s turn to moan, and as he did so the kiss between the two men changed, gentled. Their lips softened, and the desperation that was evident in the first hungry minutes of the kiss turned to a more sensual enjoyment. A mutual journey of discovery. Blissful discovery, if their
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