Full House by Jess Dee Page B

her speed. Trev groaned again.
    “See?” Max’s voice was husky and soft. “He likes that.”
    Grace watched, fascinated. As she stroked Trev, drops of precome beaded on his tip. She swiped at the wetness, coating her fingertip, then brought her hand up to Max’s mouth, offering him her finger while still pumping Trev with her other hand, exactly the way Max had instructed.
    “You first,” Max growled.
    What a gentleman. She popped her finger between her lips and licked it clean.
    “Now me.”
    A demanding gentleman. Grace repeated the action, dipping into Trev’s liquid and again offering Max her finger.
    Max’s lips closed around her offering, the heat of his mouth sucking her finger in deep. He swirled his tongue around and around the tip, then closed his eyes with a sigh.
    “Don’t swallow,” Trev said, his voice nothing more than a low growl. “Feed it back to Gracie.”
    Max’s eyes darkened as he leaned toward her and captured her mouth with his. His tongue stroked over hers, once, twice, and she lost herself to the kiss, to the passion that danced through her veins, to the heat that burned in her pussy, to the taste that was uniquely a combination of Max and Trev.
    When Max pulled away, Grace couldn’t help it. She licked her lips.
    “You want more?” Max asked.
    Grace stared into his huge blue eyes, entranced, and nodded. She didn’t just want more. She wanted everything.
    “It’s right in front of you. Just turn your head and you’ll find it.”
    He was right. Grace turned her head and there it was. Trev’s erection. He’d shifted while she and Max kissed. Now all Grace needed to do was lean over slightly and she’d be able to help herself to as much of Trev as she liked.
    Max’s hand, the one resting behind her back, urged her forward, and she moved with the pressure he exerted until her lips touched the tip of Trev’s shaft.
    “Lick it,” Max said.
    She did. Licked every last drop Trev spilled. His salty essence burst on her tongue.
    “Now share,” Trev insisted, and Grace straightened up and offered her mouth to Max.
    Several moments passed before Max once again broke the kiss and urged her back to her task.
    This time Grace did not stop with a lick. She lost herself in the joy of tasting Trev, pulling him slowly into her mouth, stopping to run her tongue around each new inch she sucked in.
    God, she’d ached to do this since the first night she’d spent in his house. Since they’d sat talking in his kitchen ’til the early hours of the morning. Since they’d shared their first mugs of coffee and laughed themselves to tears about anything and everything.
    Since she’d looked into his beautiful brown eyes and suspected he was a man she could fall for—forever.
    Trev leaned forward, as did Max, and Grace knew that above her head they shared a kiss. A kiss she wanted to be part of, but not quite enough to relinquish her current position.
    She made love to Trev’s cock, caressing it with her mouth, swallowing him down as far as she could get him. Compared to the way the men had swallowed each other in her bedroom, she was a novice. She compensated with her hand, caressing the bottom of his shaft.
    Remembering how Max had wet his finger then slipped it between Trev’s butt cheeks, Grace grew bold. She licked the tip of a finger and ran it from Trev’s scrotum, back between the cleft of his ass and found what she sought. Not quite ready to do more than that, she simply stroked him.
     
    The moan Trev released was guttural. It would have echoed through the room had Max not been kissing him. Instead Max caught it with his mouth and answered with a deft lick of his tongue.
    Max and Grace. Together. Holding him. Touching him.
    It was almost more than Trev could imagine.
    Almost.
    But four weeks of fantasizing had introduced several images in Trev’s mind, and the scene that played out around him now was just the beginning of those fantasies.
    Grace slipped the tip of her finger just