hers.
His kiss consumed her.
She went wild, her body writhing between his and Jake’s, her kiss as starved as the one he gave her. Lips fused, mouths melted, one into the other. Tongues sought, tasted, took and gave.
Her insides felt twisted into a million, billion knots that begged to uncoil, to release all at once. This energy, coiling within her center, was just waiting, waiting to explode.
Arousal rushed through her like adrenaline, spurring the needy, fast jerks of her body.
Jake panted behind her, Marcus before her, their flesh sweaty and warm and sensual as it brushed against her own. Her own body writhed and undulated between theirs, taking them both in. She whimpered whenever they left her, her body silently rocking, begging for them to come back and fill her more. Fill her with desire, with heat, with more.
Marcus’s kiss was earth-shattering. She felt the passion of it all the way down to her toes, and kissed him back in kind, her tongue ruthlessly exploring his mouth the way his did hers. She knew his taste by memory, the one single taste she could never get enough of. Sweet, warm, exhilarating.
He groaned into her mouth, his groan joined by another as Jake’s hands moved up her back only to brush her hair aside and let his hungry mouth explore her nape.
Her peak came closer. She began to ride both men fiercely, shoving to and fro, bouncing up and down, yelping, purring, hands clawing at Marcus’s rigid arms. Her nails were sharp, tearing out a hissing breath from him as they sank into his skin, but Marly couldn’t stop herself. She clawed at him, rode him, breasts jerking as she pumped down on his cock.
Marcus tore his mouth away from hers only to cup her face with shaky hands and brush back the dampened locks of hair from her jaw. “Sweet, sweet, baby,” he hissed against her mouth, his hips pumping hers harshly now. “You’re my baby.”
“Yes,” she said, the word only a breath.
They heard a growl, a grunt, a sharp indrawn breath close by.
Marcus stared past her shoulder. Something wild flickered in the depth of his eyes.
“He’s coming,” he whispered, eyes sliding back to hers.
“ Marcus ,” Marly breathed before she heard a roar, felt the earthquake that rocked Jake’s body against hers, Marcus’s rampant thrusts catapulting her into bliss. In less than a heartbeat, Marcus followed with his own roar of release.
When she came to, what seemed like eons later, it was to find all sorts of limbs coiled and twisted together. Panting breaths filled the room. And Marly’s face could barely contain her smile.
“You alive, honey?”
She giggled at Marcus, his dry humor always managing to bring a smile to her face, even under the worst circumstances. Or in this case, the weirdest.
“You there, Jake?” he then asked, and Marly had to suppress another giggle when Jake’s answer came in the form of a snort.
“You’re crushing my wife, pal.”
“Oh.” She felt the air finally enter her lungs when a great deal of weight left her back. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” Marly said, straightening.
She made a point not to look at anybody when she did so. Maybe in fifteen minutes she wouldn’t give a damn if anyone thought her a whore, a slut, or a horny cat-girl. All she’d probably want in fifteen minutes would be a good fuck! But now, she was very much in her senses, and this right here qualified as an awkward circumstance with a capital A.
Marly busied herself fetching her bathrobe from the floor. It took her a very long time to get into it. An even longer one to tie a perfect knot around the sash.
When she righted herself, and managed to gather a little courage, it was to find the men—still naked—and plopped down on the couch talking…baseball?
“…Rangers…last season…game…”
Yep.
Marcus was talking baseball with the gigolo.
And here he wanted to keep it impersonal!
By the rate they were going, pretty soon they’d be chums, he’d invite him over for
His kiss consumed her.
She went wild, her body writhing between his and Jake’s, her kiss as starved as the one he gave her. Lips fused, mouths melted, one into the other. Tongues sought, tasted, took and gave.
Her insides felt twisted into a million, billion knots that begged to uncoil, to release all at once. This energy, coiling within her center, was just waiting, waiting to explode.
Arousal rushed through her like adrenaline, spurring the needy, fast jerks of her body.
Jake panted behind her, Marcus before her, their flesh sweaty and warm and sensual as it brushed against her own. Her own body writhed and undulated between theirs, taking them both in. She whimpered whenever they left her, her body silently rocking, begging for them to come back and fill her more. Fill her with desire, with heat, with more.
Marcus’s kiss was earth-shattering. She felt the passion of it all the way down to her toes, and kissed him back in kind, her tongue ruthlessly exploring his mouth the way his did hers. She knew his taste by memory, the one single taste she could never get enough of. Sweet, warm, exhilarating.
He groaned into her mouth, his groan joined by another as Jake’s hands moved up her back only to brush her hair aside and let his hungry mouth explore her nape.
Her peak came closer. She began to ride both men fiercely, shoving to and fro, bouncing up and down, yelping, purring, hands clawing at Marcus’s rigid arms. Her nails were sharp, tearing out a hissing breath from him as they sank into his skin, but Marly couldn’t stop herself. She clawed at him, rode him, breasts jerking as she pumped down on his cock.
Marcus tore his mouth away from hers only to cup her face with shaky hands and brush back the dampened locks of hair from her jaw. “Sweet, sweet, baby,” he hissed against her mouth, his hips pumping hers harshly now. “You’re my baby.”
“Yes,” she said, the word only a breath.
They heard a growl, a grunt, a sharp indrawn breath close by.
Marcus stared past her shoulder. Something wild flickered in the depth of his eyes.
“He’s coming,” he whispered, eyes sliding back to hers.
“ Marcus ,” Marly breathed before she heard a roar, felt the earthquake that rocked Jake’s body against hers, Marcus’s rampant thrusts catapulting her into bliss. In less than a heartbeat, Marcus followed with his own roar of release.
When she came to, what seemed like eons later, it was to find all sorts of limbs coiled and twisted together. Panting breaths filled the room. And Marly’s face could barely contain her smile.
“You alive, honey?”
She giggled at Marcus, his dry humor always managing to bring a smile to her face, even under the worst circumstances. Or in this case, the weirdest.
“You there, Jake?” he then asked, and Marly had to suppress another giggle when Jake’s answer came in the form of a snort.
“You’re crushing my wife, pal.”
“Oh.” She felt the air finally enter her lungs when a great deal of weight left her back. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” Marly said, straightening.
She made a point not to look at anybody when she did so. Maybe in fifteen minutes she wouldn’t give a damn if anyone thought her a whore, a slut, or a horny cat-girl. All she’d probably want in fifteen minutes would be a good fuck! But now, she was very much in her senses, and this right here qualified as an awkward circumstance with a capital A.
Marly busied herself fetching her bathrobe from the floor. It took her a very long time to get into it. An even longer one to tie a perfect knot around the sash.
When she righted herself, and managed to gather a little courage, it was to find the men—still naked—and plopped down on the couch talking…baseball?
“…Rangers…last season…game…”
Yep.
Marcus was talking baseball with the gigolo.
And here he wanted to keep it impersonal!
By the rate they were going, pretty soon they’d be chums, he’d invite him over for
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