FriendlySeduction by Gillian Archer

little too selfish? Should she be
giving back? Caressing them as they caressed her? Sara wasn’t sure what she
should be doing.
    “She’s thinking again.” Marc rubbed the back of her neck and
she became aware of just how tense she had become.
    Rob drew back. “What’s wrong?”
    “I don’t…” She couldn’t look at them. She kept her eyes
closed and finished in a rush. “I don’t know what to do. I feel so selfish.
Should I be touching too? I-I…” She shrugged helplessly. If only she had more
experience, she’d know what she was supposed to do.
    “Princess, we don’t want you to do anything except be open
to what’s going on.” Marc continued to rub her neck.
    Sara opened her eyes to see Rob grinning wickedly.
    “Besides, if you did, this wouldn’t last very long. We just
want you to relax and enjoy the ride. Okay?”
    Sara nodded.
    “Come here, honey.” Marc leaned up and kissed her.
    His soft, gentle kiss was so sweet. And the tender way he
cupped her jaw made Sara feel special—as though he was cherishing her with his
lips, as if this was a special moment for him too. Now Sara wasn’t worried
about what was going to happen next. She was going to be okay because her two
best friends in the world would guide her through it.
    “Ready for the best part?”
    She dimly heard Rob’s question through the fog caused by Marc’s
kiss and pulled back to nod. “Oh yeah.” Sara gave them her own wicked little
smile.
    “Now that’s the attitude I wanted to see.” Rob pressed his
lips against hers for a quick, hot kiss that curled her toes.
    Oh man, this was going to be one hell of an experience.
    Rob slowly kissed his way down her body once again, taking
obvious pleasure in wandering over to her nipples for a quick nibble before
roaming farther south.
    She gasped as his lips trailed over her tummy. Crap, she
really meant to start doing those crunches. She sucked in her gut and hoped
they wouldn’t notice. But she lost her train of thought when Marc suckled her
nipple again as Rob curled his thumbs under her panties and slowly pulled them
down her legs.
    “Damn,” Rob breathed.
    Marc pulled away from her nipple with a pop. “Oh Jesus.”
    “How long have you waxed?”
    “Why have you waxed?”
    Both men stared at her crotch as if they couldn’t believe
their eyes. Sara felt that familiar heat in her face again. “What? Lots of
girls do it.”
    “Did you do this for that bastard Greg?” Rob bit out.
    Sara shrugged while she bit her lip and begged them silently
to let it drop. She didn’t want to talk about him now. Not when she had two hot
and horny men in her bed.
    Marc grinned. “I always thought he was a dipshit.”
    “He doesn’t know what he missed,” Rob tossed in.
    “And he never will.” Marc kissed her again, this time with
more intensity, as if he was marking her, claiming her as his. His lips moved
strongly over hers then his tongue dove between her lips to claim her fully.
    Sara moaned and kissed him back. This was the man she
remembered from last night. Marc wanted her just as fiercely as Rob.
    While she continued to kiss Marc, Sara felt Rob part her
thighs, his hands on her knees as he slowly moved them wider. She tried not to
think about her most intimate parts—parts only her doctor and her beautician
had seen until now—being so openly displayed.
    “Ssshh, baby. Just relax,” Rob whispered against her thigh.
    Marc pulled back to breathe hotly in her ear, “Just hold on
and enjoy.” He licked her lobe before biting down on it.
    Rob ran a finger up and down the seam between her lower
lips.
    Sara mewled as she felt the slickness of her juices begin to
coat his digit. After a moment, Rob slipped the finger inside her.
    She gasped at the intrusion.
    “Relax, darling,” Marc murmured. “Just lie back and think of
England.”
    Sara chuckled weakly. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the
back of Marc’s neck to pull him down for another hot, grinding kiss.
    As she kissed