“Matt loves you.” Sloan lowered the straps of her dress even further, kissing along her collar bone. “And that means we love you, too.”
“I don’t understand.” Fingers entered her. She couldn’t say whose or how many. “Oh, God.”
“You will.” He weighed her breasts in his hands, the thumbs circling her nipples. “Shhh… relax now.”
Well, that was easier said than done.
Gina looked down to see her lover and his best friend draped across her thighs, sharing the space between her legs. Matt spread her pussy lips open, revealing the hidden pearl. Kit flicked it with his finger, then he moved in, caressing her clit with his skilled tongue. And all the while, Sloan held her, sucking on her skin, the hard bulge in his pants trapped against her flesh.
“Keep your eyes on them, Gina.” Sloan slid his hands from her breasts down to her pussy, and took over holding her open for Matt. “Watch how much they get off making you come.”
A sensation she never could have imagined before swept through her. With a hungry-sounding groan, Matt’s tonguejoined with Kit’s on her clit. Slowly, he licked up one side, while his friend stroked down the other.
Fucking hell.
Gina tried to squirm, but Sloan’s muscled arms imprisoned her. His husky chuckle fanned her skin. She twisted her neck to glance up at him. Crisp blue eyes stared deep into her soul. The corner of his mouth twitched, and then his lips came crashing down on hers.
Sloan Michaels didn’t just kiss; he consumed. Wicked and indulgent, he demanded her submission with every sweep of his practiced tongue. And whimpering into his mouth, Gina couldn’t help but give in to him.
To all three of them.
“Christ,” he panted, nibbling on the lobe of her ear.
She glanced down to see Matt and Kit’s tongues meet as they licked her clit. The most erotic thing she’d ever seen, it almost looked like they were kissing. Then, almost as if he realized what was happening, the bassist moved his mouth to Matt’s chin, and he pushed two fingers inside her.
“I want a taste of that,” Sloan crooned—dark and smoky—the sound of it almost sinful.
Exchanging a familiar glance, Kit extended his hand, and while Sloan licked her from his fingers, Matt stroked himself, his face hidden in her pussy.
Sloan grabbed onto her breasts and, squeezing them together, licked up the side of her neck. She could smell herself on his breath, feel his big, hard cock poking at her ass.
“You taste amazing,” he rasped, pressing himself up against her. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Smiling at each other, Matt and Kit took turns sucking on her clit, then together, they pushed their fingers inside. With her body on fire, their hands on her everywhere, Gina couldn’t hold it in for even one more second.
She screamed.
Then, her eyes opened to see Matt and Kit standing there together, naked at her feet.
He leaned over and, stroking her cheek, Matt pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Let’s get you out of that dress, bunny.”
The thing was tangled around her waist in a puddle. Sloan helped her up, and while Matt slipped the dress down her thighs, he took the rest of his clothes off, too.
She glanced from Kit to Matt, and then Sloan. “Are you all going to fuck me?”
“Do you want us to?” Sloan smirked. “You’re the one who’s calling the shots here.”
Wondering if that might take the fantasy too far, Gina raked her lip. “I only want Matt inside my…” Why couldn’t she say it? “… you know.”
This time.
Oh God, am I really thinking there could be a next time?
“You’re fucking perfect.” Matt pulled her to his chest, and with his fingers kneading her bottom, he kissed her long and hard. “Hear that, Sloan? This pussy is all mine.”
He turned to her with a shrug. “Are you okay with anal?”
“Huh?”
