nipple relentlessly with the pad of his thumb. Her clit
pulsed beneath the pressure of his fingers until she thought she’d go insane.
Still, he couldn’t break her concentration on Garrett. She
kept going, taking him deeper when she could, fisting and pumping his slick
cock when she needed a moment to suck back a desperate breath.
“He’s close,” Evan breathed into her ear. “God, it’s as if I
can feel it. It’s as if your mouth is on me too,” he said, holding her more
firmly while pushing his hips against her ass. The hard ridge of his cock dug
into the small of her back and she had to close her eyes at the feverish need
thrashing around inside her. “Make him come, Riley. Make him come so I can spin
you around and get these shorts off you. Make him come so I can slide inside
this hot pussy. Make him come, baby, so I can make you come.”
Oh hell yes. A dozen times, yes .
He flicked the button on her shorts and worked his hand
inside without lowering the zipper. His hand fit so snugly against her skin and
his fingers were so warm. When she leaned back against him slightly, Garrett
followed her, lifting his ass off the edge of the counter to slip deeper into
her mouth.
“You want to know what’s sweet? This,” Evan said, gliding
his finger between her folds and brushing her clit before delving into her wet
heat. “You’re so soft and slick and taste so perfect. Who needs candy when we
have you?”
His breathy words had her head spinning. His talented
fingers had her clit throbbing. Much more of this and he’d make her come
without ever getting inside her. And oh, how she wanted him inside her.
When she moaned at the thought, Garrett pitched forward,
catching himself with an outstretched arm on the edge of the center island’s
counter. In one swift motion, he reached between his shoulders and yanked his
t-shirt off over his head, leaving him to hover over her and Evan in all his
delicious nakedness. His abs were drawn tight, veins popped along his neck and
his biceps alternately flexed and relaxed between each up and down stroke of
her lips and tongue. He was her own private slice of heaven floating just
inches above her, her own flesh-and-blood paradise, and she loved him so
achingly much.
But a pang of a different sort snuck its way into her heart
whenever she thought of, looked at or touched the man who knelt so closely
behind her. The piercing twinge didn’t diminish how much or how deeply she
cared for her husband. No, if anything, it heightened her love for Garrett even
more.
He caught her gaze then, as if he knew exactly what she was
thinking. “Babe,” he said. “God. Babe.”
She knew that look, knew what those words meant. When he
held her nape tighter and stilled her only moments before groaning, shuddering
and bathing her tongue with his release, she covered Evan’s hand between her
legs with one of her own and pressed just hard enough to steal a little orgasm
away for herself. But instead of easing the thundering need inside her, all it
did was make her crave more—more of their touches, more of their bodies, more
of everything about them.
When Evan slipped his hand from her pants and helped her to
stand, Garrett leaned against the counter once more, breathing hard while
shooting her a diabolic smile. He pulled her toward him, kissing her hard and
fast as they both fought over the same elusive breath of air. Staying true to
his word, Evan reached from behind her for the zipper on her shorts and
shimmied the cut-offs and her panties down her hips. As she stepped out of
them, half of her was lost in Garrett’s kiss while her other half became
acutely aware of Evan reaching toward the counter for one of their beer-flight
souvenir paddles.
Oh fuck.
Not three hours ago, she’d told him she wasn’t opposed to a
little sexy spanking, and at the time she hadn’t been lying. But now…
Garrett broke from the kiss and pierced Evan with a look
filled to the brim with raging heat,
pulsed beneath the pressure of his fingers until she thought she’d go insane.
Still, he couldn’t break her concentration on Garrett. She
kept going, taking him deeper when she could, fisting and pumping his slick
cock when she needed a moment to suck back a desperate breath.
“He’s close,” Evan breathed into her ear. “God, it’s as if I
can feel it. It’s as if your mouth is on me too,” he said, holding her more
firmly while pushing his hips against her ass. The hard ridge of his cock dug
into the small of her back and she had to close her eyes at the feverish need
thrashing around inside her. “Make him come, Riley. Make him come so I can spin
you around and get these shorts off you. Make him come so I can slide inside
this hot pussy. Make him come, baby, so I can make you come.”
Oh hell yes. A dozen times, yes .
He flicked the button on her shorts and worked his hand
inside without lowering the zipper. His hand fit so snugly against her skin and
his fingers were so warm. When she leaned back against him slightly, Garrett
followed her, lifting his ass off the edge of the counter to slip deeper into
her mouth.
“You want to know what’s sweet? This,” Evan said, gliding
his finger between her folds and brushing her clit before delving into her wet
heat. “You’re so soft and slick and taste so perfect. Who needs candy when we
have you?”
His breathy words had her head spinning. His talented
fingers had her clit throbbing. Much more of this and he’d make her come
without ever getting inside her. And oh, how she wanted him inside her.
When she moaned at the thought, Garrett pitched forward,
catching himself with an outstretched arm on the edge of the center island’s
counter. In one swift motion, he reached between his shoulders and yanked his
t-shirt off over his head, leaving him to hover over her and Evan in all his
delicious nakedness. His abs were drawn tight, veins popped along his neck and
his biceps alternately flexed and relaxed between each up and down stroke of
her lips and tongue. He was her own private slice of heaven floating just
inches above her, her own flesh-and-blood paradise, and she loved him so
achingly much.
But a pang of a different sort snuck its way into her heart
whenever she thought of, looked at or touched the man who knelt so closely
behind her. The piercing twinge didn’t diminish how much or how deeply she
cared for her husband. No, if anything, it heightened her love for Garrett even
more.
He caught her gaze then, as if he knew exactly what she was
thinking. “Babe,” he said. “God. Babe.”
She knew that look, knew what those words meant. When he
held her nape tighter and stilled her only moments before groaning, shuddering
and bathing her tongue with his release, she covered Evan’s hand between her
legs with one of her own and pressed just hard enough to steal a little orgasm
away for herself. But instead of easing the thundering need inside her, all it
did was make her crave more—more of their touches, more of their bodies, more
of everything about them.
When Evan slipped his hand from her pants and helped her to
stand, Garrett leaned against the counter once more, breathing hard while
shooting her a diabolic smile. He pulled her toward him, kissing her hard and
fast as they both fought over the same elusive breath of air. Staying true to
his word, Evan reached from behind her for the zipper on her shorts and
shimmied the cut-offs and her panties down her hips. As she stepped out of
them, half of her was lost in Garrett’s kiss while her other half became
acutely aware of Evan reaching toward the counter for one of their beer-flight
souvenir paddles.
Oh fuck.
Not three hours ago, she’d told him she wasn’t opposed to a
little sexy spanking, and at the time she hadn’t been lying. But now…
Garrett broke from the kiss and pierced Evan with a look
filled to the brim with raging heat,
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