“Guess
I was wrong about you guys and what you’d like.” Her words proved
steady despite her still-racing heart. “If you don’t want to—”
“Hold
on.” Max shot to his feet, followed by Devlin and Andy.
“I—we—didn’t say that. It’s just—”
“What?”
She advanced.
No
one else budged or seemed to breathe.
She
wasn’t doing too well on that front either. Upon reaching Max, she
cupped his face. Heat barreled through her at his bristly cheeks and
size, lean yet muscular, male to the nth degree. Her mouth watered
and her heart yearned. She stroked his bottom lip.
He
inhaled sharply, his lids fluttering.
So
he wasn’t immune to her charms.
Thrilled,
she nestled closer, her boobs to his pecs, thighs joined, pussy snug
against his rigid cock. Crazy good and reassuring. Nothing on this
planet could match him wanting her, except the others doing the same.
Feeling playful, she stroked his neck. “You don’t like this? Or
this?” She fitted her mouth to his.
He
froze.
She
speared her tongue between his lips.
A
growl erupted from him, quivering his chest.
Her
nipples peaked. She pushed closer.
So
did he, wrapping his arm around her, one hand smack on her ass, the
other on her throat, lifting her face to his.
Taking
charge.
Yes,
yes, yes!
Lost in his male power, she melted against him and suckled his
tongue, enjoying his fresh taste, his youth and good health evident.
A
more primitive sound burst from him, his embrace intensifying,
verifying his need. He pushed her tongue from his mouth and filled
hers instead, his desire keeping her from making a sound.
Their
kiss turned savage, the kind new lovers indulge in. Yet, an
unexpected familiarity made their passion comfortable and safe as if
they were also friends.
She’d
like that, but wouldn’t push. This was about having fun.
Nerve
endings fired, her skin tingling. Time stopped and the world drifted
away, only their pleasure registering, his fragrance filling her, his
strength encouraging her to submit.
She
allowed him to enjoy her as she did the same to him. But she still
had Andy and Devlin to consider. Neglecting them wasn’t something
she could do.
With
more will than Jacquie knew she owned, she pulled her mouth from
Max’s.
His
lips were damp from her. He panted.
So
did she. Leaving him was the hardest thing she’d ever do, but she
eased back.
A
frown touched his dark eyes.
She
cradled his cheek. “That’s only the beginning.”
Devlin
caught her wrist, lust hardening his features. “You and I haven’t
even begun.” He gathered her to him.
Resisting
wasn’t something she could manage.
They
fit perfectly. Woman to man. Dom to sub.
He
cupped her ass and pulled her against his erect dick, his smile
coarse, a male animal in his prime, knowing what a female not only
wanted but required.
Never
had she imagined a moment like this. Breathing wasn’t possible,
thinking hopeless. A pulse beat deep within her pussy, her sex
wanting more.
Unable
to deny herself, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and parted
her lips.
He
filled her quickly and well, his tongue plunging as deep as possible,
demanding everything she had to give.
Nothing
else would do.
They
ground against each other, replicating a hard fuck, their hearts
beating as one, their heat melding.
He
held her tighter, imprisoning her for his desire, a glutton who’d
take what he could… while also thrilling her.
The
room dipped and swayed, her dizziness increasing. She held onto him,
requiring his big body to keep on her feet.
He
angled his mouth for greater penetration, his kiss bruising and
insatiable, his taste different from Max’s but as fine.
Precisely
what she required. Limp yet edgy, she seesawed between the two
feelings until her lungs burned. Needing air and to tend to Andy, she
tore her mouth free.
Devlin
rested his forehead against hers and breathed hard.
Lucky
him. She had trouble sucking in any air.
Lightheaded
as hell, she staggered from him to Andy. “Hey.”
His
smile lit up his face. He stroked her arms. “Hi.”
“We’re
talking too much.” She claimed his mouth.
He
moaned and eased her close, more romantic than the others, but his
hold on her as firm. He wasn’t about to let her go.
Nor
would she do so to him. She slipped her arms around his torso and
breathed him in, like the love song he penned.
Beer
scented his breath. He tasted minty, possibly from toothpaste, his
clean fragrance and tenderness undoing her.
His
kiss explored rather than demanded, its power as great as Max’s and
Devlin’s more commanding ways. She needed both sides of a man,
giving and dominant. Andy provided the perfect mixture. The others
would too.
Something
coiled within her, excitement building, pleasure hardening her
nipples and constricting her pussy, heat settling there, creating a
dull ache only a man could relieve.
She
snuggled closer, drawn to Andy’s hard body, as sinewy as the
others’.
He
used her mouth well, his desire mounting and growing wild, their kiss
rough and greedy, his hand on her breast, hers on his tight ass.
Too
much and not enough, the contradiction overwhelming, depleting her
strength.
She
sagged against him, unable to support her weight.
He
finished their kiss and stroked her back, her face to his neck. She
licked it.
His
chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You good?”
“Mmm.”
