her and his hands were rough in her hair. She reveled in the feeling. He was always so in control that it humbled her to know she could do this to him. Leave him so hot and needy he forgot everything except what she was doing to him.
Her tongue darted around the hard head of his penis and she savored the pre-come coating him there. Turning slightly she repeated the action on Heath and wondered at the difference. She never realized a man’s come had its own distinctive taste until that moment. Colt’s was salty, like seawater, while Heath’s had an almost nutty flavor.
Gripping each man’s cock in her fists, she gave in to the desire to consume them. While she deep-throated Colt, she worked her hand hard against Heath’s turgid flesh. Then she switched. Over and over, she worked her tongue, teeth and hands over their erections, acutely aware when the tenor of their play progressed to the final stage. Heath’s grip on her shoulder became almost painful as his climax approached. Colt’s hands engulfed her scalp, forcing her further and further down on him.
“I’m coming, Red,” Heath cried when she took him to the back of her throat. He pushed her away from him. “I want to spill on you.”
Colt groaned at his words and placed his large fist over hers, pumping it hard and fast against his thick flesh before releasing her. “Together. Lean back, darlin’, and hold up those gorgeous tits. Let us paint them.”
She quickly moved into the position he requested, swamped by the passion raging within her. The idea of being marked in such a way was potent. Pushing her breasts up with one hand, she reached down to fondle herself. She was only a second away from coming herself. As she played with her clit, she looked up at Heath and Colt, watching her as they pumped at their own erections. None of them was going to make it much longer. No sooner had the thought passed her mind then she cried out, her orgasm drenching her hand. Colt and Heath reacted to the sound as if they’d been scorched by a flame and they emptied themselves on her chest at the same time with harsh cries.
Reaching up, she ran her hands through their sperm. With a saucy grin, she looked at Heath. “What was that you said earlier about rubbing it in?”
Chapter Nine
Colt rolled over and looked at the clock, marveling at how time ceased to matter. They’d stayed awake nearly all of Friday night, not bothering to rise until lunchtime on Saturday. After an afternoon spent showering, dozing and fucking, they’d fallen asleep. Now it was three a.m. on Sunday morning and he realized they’d failed to eat dinner again.
Rubbing his empty stomach, Colt looked over at his best friends sleeping peacefully beside him. Kylie was draped over Heath with her leg hiked up around his waist, her hand on his chest, and her head on his shoulder. He grinned at the image they made, both sprawled out and disheveled.
I could wake up like this every day of my life.
As soon as the notion crossed his mind, he attempted to push it away. Too many times this weekend, he’d found his thoughts drifting to what if?
Punching his pillow, he tried to find a comfortable position for sleep. Unfortunately his mind continued to race with the question that kept haunting him.
What if they made this arrangement permanent?
Who said they couldn’t change the rules of the game? After all, it was their game. What if they snubbed their noses at conventional society and accepted the fact that the three of them fit? They were perfect together. The words had been on the tip of his tongue several times, but he’d never seemed able to voice them aloud to his friends. Something always held him back.
What if Kylie agreed, but Heath didn’t? Or vice versa? He knew without a shadow of a doubt they were meant to be a trio. If Kylie left them, he wasn’t sure what they would do. She brought out the best in both of them. He had a habit of being headstrong and opinionated, but Kylie softened
Her tongue darted around the hard head of his penis and she savored the pre-come coating him there. Turning slightly she repeated the action on Heath and wondered at the difference. She never realized a man’s come had its own distinctive taste until that moment. Colt’s was salty, like seawater, while Heath’s had an almost nutty flavor.
Gripping each man’s cock in her fists, she gave in to the desire to consume them. While she deep-throated Colt, she worked her hand hard against Heath’s turgid flesh. Then she switched. Over and over, she worked her tongue, teeth and hands over their erections, acutely aware when the tenor of their play progressed to the final stage. Heath’s grip on her shoulder became almost painful as his climax approached. Colt’s hands engulfed her scalp, forcing her further and further down on him.
“I’m coming, Red,” Heath cried when she took him to the back of her throat. He pushed her away from him. “I want to spill on you.”
Colt groaned at his words and placed his large fist over hers, pumping it hard and fast against his thick flesh before releasing her. “Together. Lean back, darlin’, and hold up those gorgeous tits. Let us paint them.”
She quickly moved into the position he requested, swamped by the passion raging within her. The idea of being marked in such a way was potent. Pushing her breasts up with one hand, she reached down to fondle herself. She was only a second away from coming herself. As she played with her clit, she looked up at Heath and Colt, watching her as they pumped at their own erections. None of them was going to make it much longer. No sooner had the thought passed her mind then she cried out, her orgasm drenching her hand. Colt and Heath reacted to the sound as if they’d been scorched by a flame and they emptied themselves on her chest at the same time with harsh cries.
Reaching up, she ran her hands through their sperm. With a saucy grin, she looked at Heath. “What was that you said earlier about rubbing it in?”
Chapter Nine
Colt rolled over and looked at the clock, marveling at how time ceased to matter. They’d stayed awake nearly all of Friday night, not bothering to rise until lunchtime on Saturday. After an afternoon spent showering, dozing and fucking, they’d fallen asleep. Now it was three a.m. on Sunday morning and he realized they’d failed to eat dinner again.
Rubbing his empty stomach, Colt looked over at his best friends sleeping peacefully beside him. Kylie was draped over Heath with her leg hiked up around his waist, her hand on his chest, and her head on his shoulder. He grinned at the image they made, both sprawled out and disheveled.
I could wake up like this every day of my life.
As soon as the notion crossed his mind, he attempted to push it away. Too many times this weekend, he’d found his thoughts drifting to what if?
Punching his pillow, he tried to find a comfortable position for sleep. Unfortunately his mind continued to race with the question that kept haunting him.
What if they made this arrangement permanent?
Who said they couldn’t change the rules of the game? After all, it was their game. What if they snubbed their noses at conventional society and accepted the fact that the three of them fit? They were perfect together. The words had been on the tip of his tongue several times, but he’d never seemed able to voice them aloud to his friends. Something always held him back.
What if Kylie agreed, but Heath didn’t? Or vice versa? He knew without a shadow of a doubt they were meant to be a trio. If Kylie left them, he wasn’t sure what they would do. She brought out the best in both of them. He had a habit of being headstrong and opinionated, but Kylie softened
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