When she faltered, he wove his fingers into her hair and urged her down again. “That’s it. Swallow all of me. Jesus, your tongue, Serena. Fuck yeah.”
She blinked up at him, but his eyes were shut. Had he closed them so he didn’t have to see Quinn behind her? But then he spoke again, and made her throb. “Is she wet, Quinn?” His voice rasped with desire. “She gets so slippery, it’s all I can do to keep from jizzing in my pants when I touch her at first.”
“I was waiting for permission,” Quinn said, his voice still lazy, but now that he was right there, right behind her, it had a sexy edge to it. A slice of dirty boy that promised he knew exactly how sharing went.
“You have it, man. You know the rules. Make her come.”
Quinn’s touch was different than Hunter’s. More practiced, less urgent.Because he doesn’t love you. That eased the worry in her heart. What she had with Hunter couldn’t be touched by this, because this was just sex. Dirty, awesome sex. Their connection was on another level, and it cocooned this sex, it made this moment hotter, but mostly still for Hunter and Serena.
Quinn was doing them a favor.
Although when he opened his jeans behind her and his erection landed heavily on her ass, she reconsidered that maybe it was a mutual favor.
Dirty sex for all.
Especially Hunter.
She swallowed him deeper, moaning around him as he bucked his hips and found the sweet spot in her throat that felt incredible—for him. Her eyes were watering and she was trying to figure out the right rhythm for breathing.
But then Quinn’s touch was on her again, his fingers finding her clit, her entrance, and playing both in a lazy pattern that got her endorphins running again, and suddenly the orchestration didn’t matter.
They’d take care of that. She just had to breathe.
Hunter couldn’t getover how hot it was to have Serena stretched out on all fours between him and Quinn. His friend was turned on, sure, but he was respecting the rules Hunter had laid out. It didn’t take long for Serena to start writhing on Quinn’s hand, and Hunter realized that as she got closer to climax, her throat relaxed.
Holy fuck.
Threesomes for the win.
He chased his own release as her vocalizations devolved into a gorgeous melody of muffled cries, and as soon as he’d jetted his come down her throat, he leaned over and pulled her into his lap.
She cried out as he fit his sensitive cock in the space between his belly and her back, then pressed her down, urging her to relax against him. He spread her legs and nodded to Quinn.
“Again.”
His friend grinned, as he should. Licking Serena was a fucking gift.
It was a bit weird to see Quinn’s head bobbing between their legs, but holding Serena as she built to a second orgasm was perfect. Hunter stroked her skin, cupping her breasts and slowly rolling her nipples between his fingers as she shamelessly rocked against Quinn’s face.
“Good girl,” he whispered, then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
When she cried out and wrapped her legs around Quinn’s head, Hunter kissed down her neck, biting her shoulder. He couldn’t get enough of her.
And he knew what he wanted next.
“Quinn.” His voice was hoarse with desire and he didn’t care. He was shameless, too. “We need two condoms, man. And lube.”
His friend pulled everything they needed out of his pocket. When Hunter raised one eyebrow, Quinn just laughed. “What? I’m an optimist.”
“Clearly.”
Serena groaned and twisted onto her side. “This is your version of the forced orgasm machine, isn’t it? Two Navy SEALs?”
“Sorry, beautiful.”
She shuddered. “Again?”
“Oh yeah.”
