Raising the Stakes: Three of a Kind, Book 2 by Jess Dee

gripped his dick and squeezed hard. “Uh-uh.” He warned. “This time I’m not sitting on the sidelines. This time I’m in all the way.”
    Megan took a great, gasping breath of air. “God help me,” she whispered. “I need you in all the way.”
    “Bath’s over!” It was Des who pulled the plug, under the surprised gasps of the other two.
    “What?” he challenged. “You think you’re the only ones ready for this?”

    Megan found herself lying face-up on Des’s bed in a matter of minutes. While Alex made love to her mouth, kissing her with a passion that blew her mind, Des focused on her pussy. He spread her legs wide and tucked in, settled down to a feast of her lower lips and clit.
    “Meggy,” he groaned between licks and sips. “Christ, you taste better than I ever imagined.”
    Her orgasm built fast. With the combination of Alex’s mouth on her lips, his hands teasing her breasts and Des’s tongue in her pussy, she was fit to explode in seconds.
    She fought it off.
    No way was she coming this soon. She wanted the build-up. The slow—or fast, as it may be—climb to ecstasy. She wasn’t giving in to the short, sharp convulsions that had overwhelmed her earlier. This time she was counting on one big O, and she wanted it with both men inside her.
    “Too much,” she wheezed, and pushed Des’s head away.
    Alex kept right on, fondling her breasts, caressing them, teasing her nipples into hard beads, making her breasts full and tight.
    Des withdrew only long enough to chuckle devilishly, and then he was back, licking, kissing, exploring. But not her pussy. He placed his hands beneath her butt and lifted her hips higher, stretching her cheeks apart and exposing her to his marauding mouth.
    Holy shit.
    Dear God.
    Sweet heaven.
    His tongue was on her ass. Between her cheeks. Licking, prodding, exploring. Oh God, it was inside her.
    “Alex!” Her cry of rapture filled the air.
    Alex’s hands were all over her, sweeping over her stomach, up her waist, down her arms, kneading her breasts, reassuring her, loving her. “Shh, baby,” he whispered. “Let Des do what he has to do.”
    Let him? She couldn’t spread her legs wide enough, couldn’t get his tongue in deep enough.
    “Kiss me,” she demanded, and once more Alex’s mouth fused with hers. His tongue was in her mouth, Des’s tongue was in her ass, and she… God, she was in heaven. Had to be. Now way anything on earth could feel this good.
    Des released her ass with a low laugh. “You like that, Meggy-mine?” His hot breath blew over her pussy and her butt, and she squirmed but couldn’t answer.
    He laughed again. “I’m guessing that’s a yes.”
    Hot liquid leaked from her pussy, and Des groaned and licked it up.
    She would not come. Could not. Instead she let the anticipation and desire build. Let the cream spill from her lips. God, she couldn’t contain it. She’d never been this aroused. This…aware. Every nerve ending in her body was alert. Alive.
    Two men loving her. Not one. Two. She could barely believe it. She’d had threesomes before, but never with anyone she loved. Never with anyone who turned her on even a hundredth as much as Des or Alex.
    Words were uttered. Alex and Des spoke, but Meg had no idea what was said. And then the world moved. Or maybe it was her?
    Yes, it was her.
    Alex and Des turned her, so Des now perched by her head and Alex knelt between her legs.
    Alex lifted her, placing her ass on his lap, pushing her legs open in the process. She lay spread-eagled before him, totally exposed, feeling sexier than ever.
    “Lady,” Alex muttered, “you are so damn beautiful.” He laid his hand on her pussy, and using two or three fingers, Megan couldn’t tell, drew them from her clit, over her sodden pussy lips and down to her ass, painting her cream all around.
    She shuddered.
    God, Alex was talented with his hands. An artist at work, a veritable genius, and the pictures he drew over her nether region would have