Menage on 34th Street by Elise Logan

He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked until her inner muscles pulsed around his thrusting, scissoring fingers.
    “Now,” she pleaded. “ Now I’m ready. Hunter, come on. Liam, make him fuck me.”
    Liam chuckled in her ear. “Well, I did promise him some begging. What do you think, Hunter?”
    She bucked against Hunter’s mouth, whimpering with need. “ Please. ”
    Hunter gave her one last, long lick before raising his head. He looked past her shoulder to Liam. “You want to go first?”
    Kat shook her head. “Oh, no. You two are not taking turns.”
    Hunter’s pupils dilated until there was just a thin ring of hazel. “You want one of us in your ass and one in your pussy? At the same time?”
    She squirmed. “Yeah.”
    He sat back on his heels. “Jesus. There’s a visual.”
    “ Liam .”
    “I think we’d better stop imagining it and make it reality.” Liam helped her sit and Hunter eased her down to her knees on the floor.
    Liam followed, turning Kat onto her back and spreading her wide at the base of the Christmas tree. Her glistening pussy beckoned him and he leaned in for a taste of his own. The silky texture of her skin drew him in.
    “Ass or pussy?” Hunter’s growled question startled him.
    Liam lifted his head and looked at Kat, letting her make the decision.
    Without a word, she rolled over, pushed Liam onto his back, and swung her leg over his belly to straddle him.
    She lowered herself onto him, enclosing him with her heat and slickness. His head spun and he couldn’t get his bearings. The tight glove of her pussy was the only thing that seemed real. His eyes locked with Hunter’s.
    Liam’s hands moved to Kat’s hips, and Kat began to work herself on Liam’s dick. His belly clenched and his fingers dug in. Nothing in the world had ever been this damned hot.
    “Shit,” Hunter said. “No lube.”
    “Look again,” Liam grunted. “On the table beside the chair.”
    Hunter didn’t answer except to grab the small bottle from where Liam had placed it. Kneeling beside them, Hunter slicked lube over his erection in slow, erotic movements. “You want this, kitten?”
    Kat shuddered. Liam felt it in his balls.
    “Ye-es,” she answered. It wasn’t precisely a moan, but it was close.
    “Lean over and show me your pretty ass.”
    Kat’s breasts pressed against Liam’s chest, and he sucked in a deep lungful of air, enjoying the scent of sex mixed with Kat. Everything seemed magnified, as if the universe itself understood the gravity of this encounter.
    Liam moved one hand up, gripping the back of Kat’s head. He guided her mouth to his, fusing their mouths in a deep, hungry kiss. Her body jerked against his, and Liam felt the heat of Hunter’s body between his legs. He took Kat the same way he’d taken Liam, in a single long thrust that ran the blunt head of Hunter’s cock up the underside of Liam’s through the thin barrier of Kat’s body. Liam shuddered, his groan mixing with Kat’s drawn-out moan.
    She tore her mouth from his and buried her face in his neck.
    “Son of a bitch,” Hunter gritted.
    Again, their eyes met. This time it was Liam’s turn to grin, though it was an effort. “Good?”
    “Shut up. I’m having a moment.”
    The laugh caught Liam by surprise. Perfect. Fucking perfect.
    * * *
    Stuffed. She loved this, the feeling of being so full of cock there wasn’t room for anything else. Hunter pulled back, an experimental movement that caught her breath in her throat.
    Liam mirrored the movement and her pussy clenched around him. He grunted, releasing her head to return his hand to her hip.
    Another short movement, another shift inside her. Everything they did wound her up more. Then they caught the rhythm and everything went hazy.
    Hunter in, Liam out, Liam in, Hunter out. She was pinned between them, unable to catch her breath or control the pace, her body buffeted by conflicting signals.
    She pushed up on Liam’s chest, adjusting the angle so Liam hit