detail,” Tony added with a low chuckle.
She slipped two fingers inside, already needing more
stimulation than one. Her clit budded eagerly though her own touch seemed a paltry
substitute for her guys’ cocks or wicked fingers.
“She’s not talking,” Cale said to Tony, adding a tsk tsk .
“Marsh, baby, tell us.”
Tony’s sexy command prompted her to speak. “Still wet. More
wet,” she corrected, slickening her digits in her arousal. “My clit’s so hard,”
she whispered, circling the pearl of nerves. “It feels like a juicy cherry.
Except smaller and—”
“And what?” Cale asked when she faltered.
She tipped up her mouth in a half-grin. “And you don’t need
to bite it to taste my juice.”
Their simultaneous groans made her both laugh and moan.
Again she slid her fingers inside, plunging them in and out while she fought to
catch her breath.
How could she already be so close to orgasm? Cale’s gaze
tracked her movements in the mirror, heightening her excitement. Even without
being able to read the desire in his eyes, she could feel it radiating from the
front seat. Tony’s too, especially when those wandering fingers of his moved
down to cup her heel. She had the world’s most sensitive feet and he’d already
pried her shoe off so he could swirl his thumb under her arch. Just that tiny
bit of stimulation combined with Cale’s heated gaze and her own movements drove
her to the brink of climax.
Then she was there, shooting over the edge. Throughout her
shudders, she didn’t break eye contact with Cale. Dimly she felt the tips of
Tony’s fingers sweep up the outside of her ankle and she pressed a little
harder to extend the vibrations traveling from her center through her body.
“Beautiful,” Cale murmured, tightening his hand around his
cock.
She flushed under the compliment. “But you didn’t come.”
“Nah, don’t want to mess up the Parkermobile.” Cale shot her
a disarming grin and pulled on the panties still wrapped around his length. “I
kinda like this new cock ring,” he added, his breath shortening from the
additional friction.
“What he likes is getting up close and personal with women’s
panties,” Tony said drily.
“Just your woman’s,” he tossed back.
The silence that descended after Tony’s awkward laugh wasn’t
like the many other comfortable silences they’d shared. This one was fraught
with things unspoken.
Marcia inched forward to rub her lover’s shoulder, relieved
when he took hold of her hand.
If tonight was just supposed to be a good time for all, how
come it didn’t feel like so much fun right now?
Chapter Five
Tony followed Marcia and Cale into the house, trying to
understand what the hell his problem was. And how to get rid of it. Fast.
When they’d left the club, he’d been fine with everything.
Watching Marsh suck Cale off hadn’t made him jealous at all. Actually just the
opposite had happened. He’d gotten off on watching them together, on witnessing
the pleasure they shared. He cared for and trusted them both without
reservation. So why had Cale’s comment in the car rubbed every nerve raw?
Cale wasn’t a poacher. He also wasn’t a schemer. This whole
scenario—which he’d been the one to bring up, though he knew Cale and
Marcia had considered it plenty on their own—wasn’t a setup created by Cale so
he could take his shot at Tony’s girlfriend. Cale didn’t work that way.
True, Cale had feelings for Marcia but as friends. He
certainly wasn’t in love with her. After what had happened at Penn State, Tony
honestly didn’t know whether Cale would ever be ready to go down that road
again. When someone lost the person they loved so painfully, it took a hell of
a lot to risk trying again.
More than anyone, Tony knew how badly Cale needed some fun
in his life. Even with his seemingly endless partying, his best friend rarely truly
relaxed. Only a jerk would let petty insecurity infringe on an evening all
three of
She slipped two fingers inside, already needing more
stimulation than one. Her clit budded eagerly though her own touch seemed a paltry
substitute for her guys’ cocks or wicked fingers.
“She’s not talking,” Cale said to Tony, adding a tsk tsk .
“Marsh, baby, tell us.”
Tony’s sexy command prompted her to speak. “Still wet. More
wet,” she corrected, slickening her digits in her arousal. “My clit’s so hard,”
she whispered, circling the pearl of nerves. “It feels like a juicy cherry.
Except smaller and—”
“And what?” Cale asked when she faltered.
She tipped up her mouth in a half-grin. “And you don’t need
to bite it to taste my juice.”
Their simultaneous groans made her both laugh and moan.
Again she slid her fingers inside, plunging them in and out while she fought to
catch her breath.
How could she already be so close to orgasm? Cale’s gaze
tracked her movements in the mirror, heightening her excitement. Even without
being able to read the desire in his eyes, she could feel it radiating from the
front seat. Tony’s too, especially when those wandering fingers of his moved
down to cup her heel. She had the world’s most sensitive feet and he’d already
pried her shoe off so he could swirl his thumb under her arch. Just that tiny
bit of stimulation combined with Cale’s heated gaze and her own movements drove
her to the brink of climax.
Then she was there, shooting over the edge. Throughout her
shudders, she didn’t break eye contact with Cale. Dimly she felt the tips of
Tony’s fingers sweep up the outside of her ankle and she pressed a little
harder to extend the vibrations traveling from her center through her body.
“Beautiful,” Cale murmured, tightening his hand around his
cock.
She flushed under the compliment. “But you didn’t come.”
“Nah, don’t want to mess up the Parkermobile.” Cale shot her
a disarming grin and pulled on the panties still wrapped around his length. “I
kinda like this new cock ring,” he added, his breath shortening from the
additional friction.
“What he likes is getting up close and personal with women’s
panties,” Tony said drily.
“Just your woman’s,” he tossed back.
The silence that descended after Tony’s awkward laugh wasn’t
like the many other comfortable silences they’d shared. This one was fraught
with things unspoken.
Marcia inched forward to rub her lover’s shoulder, relieved
when he took hold of her hand.
If tonight was just supposed to be a good time for all, how
come it didn’t feel like so much fun right now?
Chapter Five
Tony followed Marcia and Cale into the house, trying to
understand what the hell his problem was. And how to get rid of it. Fast.
When they’d left the club, he’d been fine with everything.
Watching Marsh suck Cale off hadn’t made him jealous at all. Actually just the
opposite had happened. He’d gotten off on watching them together, on witnessing
the pleasure they shared. He cared for and trusted them both without
reservation. So why had Cale’s comment in the car rubbed every nerve raw?
Cale wasn’t a poacher. He also wasn’t a schemer. This whole
scenario—which he’d been the one to bring up, though he knew Cale and
Marcia had considered it plenty on their own—wasn’t a setup created by Cale so
he could take his shot at Tony’s girlfriend. Cale didn’t work that way.
True, Cale had feelings for Marcia but as friends. He
certainly wasn’t in love with her. After what had happened at Penn State, Tony
honestly didn’t know whether Cale would ever be ready to go down that road
again. When someone lost the person they loved so painfully, it took a hell of
a lot to risk trying again.
More than anyone, Tony knew how badly Cale needed some fun
in his life. Even with his seemingly endless partying, his best friend rarely truly
relaxed. Only a jerk would let petty insecurity infringe on an evening all
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