Gabi’s hand wrapped around my erection while Connor prepared himself and my head tilted back as I bit out a curse. Then, Connor was back, nudging my entrance with a pressure light enough to make me whimper.
“Look at me,” he said in a low growl.
I obeyed, my gaze locking with his, my mouth open as I panted my desire. If he asked me to beg, I would.
He didn’t ask. Instead, he stared deep into my eyes as his hands pushed my knees wide, and he slid into me.
The burn of pain came first, sharp and sweet. I sucked in a breath and then consciously relaxed around him as I exhaled, easing the way, inviting more. He gave it to me, in long, sure strokes, seating himself deeper with each measured thrust.
Gabi’s hand released my straining dick for a moment, before returning slick with lubricant. She held on tight, a wicked smile on her face as she worked me over.
I shuddered between them, struck helpless by the sensations bombarding me.
A rush of hot breath against my ear preceded Gabi’s whisper. “I can’t believe how hot you look fucking him.”
Groaning, I turned my head to seek out her mouth. Our tongues tangled, wet and messy, and I raised a hand to cup the back of her head, refusing to let her go.
Connor released my legs, one hand landing beside my head as he came down on top of me. His mouth descended to my throat, his hips rolling as he fucked me. Gabi’s hand became trapped between us, no longer able to move. But her fingers still held me tight and, as I moved with Connor, my dick dragged within her hot grasp.
My free hand reached for Connor and I lifted my head to kiss him. His mouth met mine blow for blow, before turning to claim Gabi’s with equal fervour.
Dropping back to the pillow, I closed my eyes, giving myself over to them completely. I could no longer be sure whose lips were kissing me, whose tongue licked a path along my jaw, which of us moaned the loudest.
I came with a hoarse shout, my arse clenching hard around Connor while my dick surged within Gabi’s grasp, jetting spurts of come all over our stomachs.
Connor wasn’t far behind. His body went rigid against me and he shuddered, his face buried between my neck and Gabi’s breasts.
A gentle hand, Gabi’s hand, stroked us lightly as we came down from the brink. When I managed to lift my eyelids, I saw her smiling, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“Hey,” I managed in the barest whisper.
“Hey,” she replied.
Pleasure shone in her eyes and my heart ached at the site of it. “You’re amazing.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Me? I didn’t do anything but lie here and enjoy the show,” she said with a soft laugh.
Connor grabbed hold of her waist, tossing her onto her back and she squealed in surprise. “Youenjoyedthe show,” he pointed out as he settled on his elbows between her thighs. “That makes you pretty amazing in my book.” He buried his tongue between her legs, lapping at the heady juices I knew she would have spilled while she watched us.
“Which means you deserve a treat,” I added, rolling over to latch on to one ripe breast.
She threaded one hand in my hair, the other in Connor’s, as she began to undulate against us with languid movements. “If you insist,” she breathed, her body warm and open. “Who am I to refuse a treat?”
* * *
An hour later, we lay unmoving in the bed. I’d officially lost count of how many times we’d made love over the course of the night and early morning. How many times I’d been brought to orgasm by hands, and tongues, by the hot grip of Gabi’s vagina, the thrill of being filled by Connor’s dick. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air and I inhaled, breathing deeply of our combined pleasure.
I never wanted to move. Never wanted to leave this place where everything was perfect and simple—and mine.
“We should get up,” Gabi murmured from beside me. “Connor and I were supposed to meet my family for breakfast nearly an hour ago.”
“Crap.” I rubbed my hands over my face. “Is it that late already? I was supposed to be there, too. Frank will be wondering where we all are.”
As if on cue, a phone rang. Gabi groaned, dragging herself out of the bed to dig inside her purse for the offending object. Looking at the screen, she hissed in a breath before answering.
“Hi, Mum,” she said, her voice disgustingly chipper considering how sleep deprived we all were. “I know we’re late, but we’ll be down soon.” She paused to listen, her gaze on Connor as she nodded. “Yeah, we slept in, that’s all.” Another pause, and then panic flashed in her eyes as they met mine. “No, of course not. I told you, Connor and I just woke up.” Lifting one hand to her head, she turned away, lowering her voice when she spoke again. “If I run into him on the way down, I’ll let him know.” After hanging up the phone, she turned back to face us. “That was my Mum,” she said, as if we hadn’t heard her half of the conversation. “Frank and Caroline have to leave for the airport in less than an hour. If we want to see them before they go, we need to get moving.”
“Guess that means it’s shower time,” Connor said, smiling as he clambered out of the bed. “Maybe we can manage one last quickie while we’re all covered in suds.”
