Juneau Heat by Tressie Lockwood Page A

balk, but Birk held his hands out. She turned and took a few
tentative steps toward him. He kissed her shoulder and her neck. His fingers
skimmed over her hips, and he drew her closer until their bodies just touched.
Kotori stood up and walked around behind her. When he dropped to his knees and
pulled her thong down over her legs, her anticipation grew, but when he parted
her cheeks and gave her a kiss back there, she went up to her toes and gasped.
    “Mm, you
like that,” Birk whispered in her ear as if he knew what Kotori did. He nibbled
her earlobe and sucked the skin at her neck between his lips. At the same time,
he cupped her breasts and weighted them in his hands.
    Behind her,
Kotori rimmed her anus with a wet thumb and pushed against the barrier. She
moaned, closing her eyes and clutching at Birk’s shoulders. Weren’t they going
to take this slow?
    In unison,
both men stood back and removed the rest of their clothing. Shiya took her turn
gawking at their incredible bodies. Skin drawn taut over sculpted muscle
extended into the valleys and plains that made these men. Not an ounce of fat
or imperfection met her hungry gaze. She took her time taking in Birk’s chest
down to his abs, all carved muscle. She continued down, and her mouth watered.
His cock jutted from his body, reaching out toward her. The rigid shaft had to
be a good eight inches with solid thickness. Her hands itched to hold him and
play to her heart’s content, but she spun to check out Kotori.
    Like Birk,
Kotori was built. The man towered above her, all chiseled steel. His wide chest
tapered to narrow hips, and his abs couldn’t get any more developed, with an
eight-pack. When her gaze reached his cock, though, she shoved a fist into her
mouth and just stared. Kotori’s sheer girth would mean pain when he first
entered her, and that was for sure. She swallowed. What caused her to sigh,
somewhat in relief, was his length, not quite all that Birk sported. Oh, but with how fat it is, he’ll kill me.
    “Don’t be
afraid, Shiya,” Birk said, pulling her to face him. “Kotori knows how to use
it. He grabbed his own cock and stroked. “And so do I.” He caressed her cheek
with one finger and ran it over her mouth. He pushed the digit between her
lips, and she knew what would come next. “Now, get on your knees and please
your lovers.”
    When she
didn’t move right away, Kotori gave her ass a swat. She jumped from the sting,
more shocking than it had been when Birk spanked her.
    “Now,” Birk
ordered.
    Kotori
dropped a pillow from the couch on the floor for her to kneel on, and she sank
to her knees. Birk spread his legs, still holding his cock in his hand. He
grasped her chin, raised it, and tapped her lips with the tip. “Open.”
    She did as
he wanted, and right away, the salty tang of precome coated her tongue. She
licked more beading at the head, and Birk moaned. When she took him into her
mouth, he knotted his fingers into her hair and slowly drove himself deeper,
and then pulled back. He pushed in once more and then withdrew. Shiya took as
much as she could, but Birk was too long to take all of him, and she knew
nothing of deep throating a man.
    After she’d
been sucking Birk for a while, Kotori stood beside his friend. Birk slipped
free of her mouth, and she looked up at her other lover. There was no way she
could get him into her mouth.
    “Suck it,
Shiya,” Birk commanded.
    She leaned
in and licked the tip. A hiss escaped between Kotori’s teeth. She opened as
wide as she could, but only the thick head slid past her lips. She gave him a
hard suck, and a grunt tore from Kotori.
    “Mm, yes,
like that. Don’t stop.”
    She took
him into her hands and wrapped her fingers around his girth. Licking along the
sides pleased him, so she explored lower. Remembering how he liked it rough,
she tried giving his thin skin a tiny nibble, just enough to sting but not
hurt. Kotori almost roared his pleasure.
    Not to
leave her first lover in