up, expertly caressing her G-spot.
She shuddered in his grasp, searing heat bursting and spreading up and out from her core like a fast-moving blaze, until she felt like her entire body was engulfed in flames.
Her eyes rolled up into her head as Russ fisted her hair with his free hand. She loved the rough exhibition of control. She wouldn’t have tolerated the same treatment from anyone else, but here and now with Russ, she couldn’t think of anything else that made her feel more alive, more powerful and acutely aware of her existence.
Just when she was really getting into the kiss, however, Russ groaned and brought an abrupt end to it. “Shit, that wasn’t supposed to happen.” He reluctantly pulled his hand out of her jeans and pressed his forehead to hers.
Earlier, she might have agreed with him, but now? She felt like what had happened was the only thing that could have happened, the only thing that should have happened. And she wanted more—from him, for him.
He pulled away, and Donna gasped, bracing herself with both hands against his chest as he firmly held her shoulders like he was trying to gain control. Whether it was over himself or her, she couldn’t be sure, just that he looked like he was in pain when he took a step away from her, eyes closed tight as he gritted his teeth.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Not to be crass, but I thought that’s where we were heading.”
“I can’t do this to him.”
84
Gracie C. McKeever
“Chance?”
He nodded, panting as he took another step back and slid his grasp down her arms in a tender fondling motion before zipping and buttoning up her jeans.
Donna took comfort in his heavy breathing and flushed complexion. At least she wasn’t alone in her yearning, but then his erection that was still prominent between them told her this.
She reached for the front of his slacks, caressing, then cupping the hard bulge.
He closed his eyes and rotated his hips, rubbing his hard-on against her palm before slowly moving away and taking both her hands in his. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to stare at her.
“I know you said you met my brother several months ago and have only been dealing with him as a colleague at the hospital, but from what I saw earlier, it’s obvious there’s more between you and him than just a professional relationship.”
Donna didn’t know whether to be relieved and touched that he kept bringing up his brother, or annoyed. “I see someone else has been hanging around and listening to my sister too much.” She grinned to cover up the sexual frustration that was rolling through her, making her pussy tremble with unrequited lust despite the fact that she had just come from being finger-fucked. At least she had gotten off. Russ was the one who should have been complaining, and he wasn’t, at least not that she could hear.
Embarrassed, she shifted her weight as subtly as she could, her swollen and throbbing clitoris rubbing against the damp crotch of her thong. It took everything in her not to draw closer to Russ and slide her center across his erection for just a little relief. “Angela’s romantic soul mates notions have contaminated you too?”
“Maybe a little. But I think it’s more my conscience.”
She could take that several ways but decided not to address it.
Instead she addressed her own burgeoning relationship with Chance.
Sexual Healing for Three
85
“I won’t lie to you, Russ. I’d like there to be more between your brother and I than a professional relationship.” As unwise as that is .
“But we’ve just begun to explore a more personal relationship tonight.”
“That’s surprising.”
“You think so?”
“My brother’s always been a little impulsive.”
“Are you trying to say he thinks with his dick?”
Russ laughed. “I plead the Fifth.”
She wanted to be annoyed with his evasive tactic but couldn’t, not when she had been thinking with her own genitalia only moments ago. Her vaginal
She shuddered in his grasp, searing heat bursting and spreading up and out from her core like a fast-moving blaze, until she felt like her entire body was engulfed in flames.
Her eyes rolled up into her head as Russ fisted her hair with his free hand. She loved the rough exhibition of control. She wouldn’t have tolerated the same treatment from anyone else, but here and now with Russ, she couldn’t think of anything else that made her feel more alive, more powerful and acutely aware of her existence.
Just when she was really getting into the kiss, however, Russ groaned and brought an abrupt end to it. “Shit, that wasn’t supposed to happen.” He reluctantly pulled his hand out of her jeans and pressed his forehead to hers.
Earlier, she might have agreed with him, but now? She felt like what had happened was the only thing that could have happened, the only thing that should have happened. And she wanted more—from him, for him.
He pulled away, and Donna gasped, bracing herself with both hands against his chest as he firmly held her shoulders like he was trying to gain control. Whether it was over himself or her, she couldn’t be sure, just that he looked like he was in pain when he took a step away from her, eyes closed tight as he gritted his teeth.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Not to be crass, but I thought that’s where we were heading.”
“I can’t do this to him.”
84
Gracie C. McKeever
“Chance?”
He nodded, panting as he took another step back and slid his grasp down her arms in a tender fondling motion before zipping and buttoning up her jeans.
Donna took comfort in his heavy breathing and flushed complexion. At least she wasn’t alone in her yearning, but then his erection that was still prominent between them told her this.
She reached for the front of his slacks, caressing, then cupping the hard bulge.
He closed his eyes and rotated his hips, rubbing his hard-on against her palm before slowly moving away and taking both her hands in his. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to stare at her.
“I know you said you met my brother several months ago and have only been dealing with him as a colleague at the hospital, but from what I saw earlier, it’s obvious there’s more between you and him than just a professional relationship.”
Donna didn’t know whether to be relieved and touched that he kept bringing up his brother, or annoyed. “I see someone else has been hanging around and listening to my sister too much.” She grinned to cover up the sexual frustration that was rolling through her, making her pussy tremble with unrequited lust despite the fact that she had just come from being finger-fucked. At least she had gotten off. Russ was the one who should have been complaining, and he wasn’t, at least not that she could hear.
Embarrassed, she shifted her weight as subtly as she could, her swollen and throbbing clitoris rubbing against the damp crotch of her thong. It took everything in her not to draw closer to Russ and slide her center across his erection for just a little relief. “Angela’s romantic soul mates notions have contaminated you too?”
“Maybe a little. But I think it’s more my conscience.”
She could take that several ways but decided not to address it.
Instead she addressed her own burgeoning relationship with Chance.
Sexual Healing for Three
85
“I won’t lie to you, Russ. I’d like there to be more between your brother and I than a professional relationship.” As unwise as that is .
“But we’ve just begun to explore a more personal relationship tonight.”
“That’s surprising.”
“You think so?”
“My brother’s always been a little impulsive.”
“Are you trying to say he thinks with his dick?”
Russ laughed. “I plead the Fifth.”
She wanted to be annoyed with his evasive tactic but couldn’t, not when she had been thinking with her own genitalia only moments ago. Her vaginal
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