All Fired Up (DreamMakers) (11 page)

She resumed sucking Dean’s cock with fervor, bobbing her head up and down his shaft for several seconds before shifting her attention to Parker.

But Parker didn’t get the same thorough treatment as his friend. She simply glided her tongue along his shaft in a featherlight stroke before returning to Dean.

Parker’s desperate growl made her laugh, but she didn’t take pity on the man. Nope, she worked harder to drive him mad.

Grinning, she took Dean’s cock all the way to the back of her throat and sucked hard, only to shift to Parker and place a soft kiss on the underside of his shaft.

Dean got long, deep pulls and the sharp pump of her hand, while Parker got a delicate lick to the crown of his cock.

She squeezed Dean’s tight sac and elicited a happy purr from his lips before gently rubbing her lips over Parker’s, gaining a frustrated grumble in response.

“How is this fair?” he mumbled. “This jerk teased you just as much as I did.”

“Mmm-hmmm.” She released Dean’s erection with a wet
pop
. “But you seemed to gloat a little harder.”

She proceeded to close her mouth over Parker’s cock and inch her way to the base in the slowest, lightest stroke imaginable.

“Christ, woman, you’re killing me,” he squeezed out.

“Not me,” Dean said brightly when her mouth returned to gobble him up. “I’m doing great here. Thanks, Lynn.”

Her laughter trembled against his shaft. God, she really, really liked him. She got the feeling Dean was always the charming life of the party, no matter where he went.

Parker, on the other hand…he was charming, all right, but more intense than his friend. And the thrill that flew up her spine whenever he growled at her was a thousand times more visceral than the jolt of desire she got from the sound of Dean’s husky moans.

She brought Parker’s cock into her mouth again, increasing the suction only the teeniest bit, but the tighter grip seemed to unleash something inside him.

“I need to be in you,” he burst out. “Right fucking now.”

The next thing she knew, she was being hauled to her feet and a hot male mouth crashed over hers.

Parker’s kiss stole the breath from her lungs. His tongue greedily plunged into her mouth as his hands cupped her breasts and his cock pressed against her belly.

She moaned, then yelped when he spun her around and led her to the bed. To her surprise, Dean was already lying there on his back, his gray eyes flickering with heat as he fisted his cock in a steady rhythm.

“Suck him, sweetheart.” Parker’s gravelly voice sounded from behind her, and she heard the rustle of fabric, as if he was rifling through his pants.

The ache had returned, pulsing in her core and tingling in her nipples. Dean beckoned her with his cock and her pussy clenched so hard it was a miracle she didn’t pull a muscle.

She crawled up the mattress and curled her fingers around his shaft, lowering her head again. His low moan of approval sent a rush of arousal through her body, rivaled only by the jolt of lust that shot through her as a pair of big, warm hands gripped her hips.

She twisted her head. Parker was on his knees behind her, a condom stretched over his impressive erection, his green eyes burning with desire.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he rasped. “Until you can’t remember your own frickin’ name.”

She shivered uncontrollably. God. Hands down, that was the hottest thing any man had ever said to her.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Please.”

Her lips found Dean’s cock again at the same time Parker drove deep inside. The force of his thrust sent her shooting forward, but it didn’t hurt. No, pain was the furthest thing from what she was feeling at the moment.

Parker’s labored breathing tickled the nape of her neck. He’d leaned forward, his hot lips latching on to her shoulder as he slowly eased his cock out of her. But he didn’t withdraw completely. His tip remained lodged inside her, and then he pushed his shaft back in, one excruciating inch at a time.

“You like the way his cock feels inside you?” Dean murmured.

She met his knowing eyes and managed a nod.

“Tell him how much, baby.”

“I
love
it.” Turning her head, she looked at Parker, whose pupils had darkened with satisfaction.

“Good,” Dean told her. “Now suck me off while he fucks you.”

It was impossible to control the arousal running rampant in her body. She could hardly breathe. Her vision refused to focus. The pleasure was too intense, forming a knot of pressure between her legs that only seemed to grow tauter and hotter as Parker’s cock slammed into her from behind in a fast, frenzied tempo.

Each time he hit her sweet spot, she moaned around Dean’s cock. Each time his strokes went shallower than she wanted, she wiggled her ass and tried to deepen the contact, which only made Parker growl with excitement. His husky growl had officially become her favorite sound in the whole world and she found herself thrusting back even harder, just so she could hear it again.

“Goddamn it, Lynn,” he mumbled. “You’re amazing.”

“Amazing,” Dean agreed, his handsome features growing tortured as he thrust into her eager mouth. “I’m getting close.”

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg, but her need hovered right there…

Thank God Parker seemed to know exactly what she needed, because his arm came around her body and his hand moved between her legs. When his skillful finger began strumming her clit, Lynn was a goner. The pressure in her core detonated, unleashing an orgasm that tore through her body and seized her muscles.

“
Coming
,” Dean moaned. Hot jets of his release filled her mouth and coated her tongue.

Another burst of pleasure rocketed through her. She swallowed every last drop, loving the way his hands cupped her cheeks, loving the way Parker’s cock filled her so completely.

“
Lynn
.” Her name was ripped from Parker’s throat. He thrust deep and went still, his cock throbbing inside her as he trembled with release.

Madness.

This was madness.

But the good kind. The kind that left you limp and mindless, the kind that had Lynn sighing happily and falling back against Parker’s rock-hard chest. His arms came around to hold her close, and as she recovered from her full-body orgasm, she still couldn’t wrap her head around what had just happened.

She’d had sex with two men.

No, she’d had
incredible
sex with two men.

But now, with the afterglow beginning to fade, a pang of self-consciousness had returned. She wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. Embarrassment warmed her cheeks as she glanced down to meet Dean’s eyes.

The grin he flashed her soothed her discomfort. “C’mere and gimme a kiss, baby.”

Heart pounding, she climbed up his body and brushed her lips over his. The second they broke apart, she was yanked in the other direction as Parker’s mouth found hers.

“You okay?” He tugged on the end of her braid, peering at her with concerned green eyes.

“More than okay,” she admitted. A smile lifted her lips. “That was incredible.”

“It was, wasn’t it?”

He looked as if he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. He kept watching her, a veil dropping over his expression.

“Can I use your washroom?” Dean looked pretty darn pleased as he slid off the bed.

“Sure. It’s right across the hall.”

Once Dean left the room, she noticed Parker’s gaze was still fixed on her face.

“What?” she said awkwardly.

“Can I see you again?”

The intensity of his question startled her. “Oh. Um…” She spared a glance at the open doorway. “I…okay, I’m going to lay my cards on the table. I had a lot of fun tonight.
A lot
of fun. But I don’t usually make it a habit of dating, um, two guys at once, so—”

“I’m not asking you to see
us
again,” he said in a low voice. “I’m asking you to see
me
. Just me, Lynn.”

Her heart skipped a beat. He looked so earnest and so gorgeous the word
yes
almost flew from her lips, but she nipped the urge in the bud.

“Are you asking me out?” she said uneasily.

He nodded.

Her cheeks went hot again. “Even after I, uh, slept with your friend?”

The hint of a smile crossed his lips. “What happened just now…that was sex, sweetheart. Fun, sweaty sex between three consenting adults. But that was tonight. Starting tomorrow, I want something else. Something involving you and me and nobody else.” He leaned forward and brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Will you go out on a date with me?”

An involuntary laugh popped out of her mouth. “You know, you’re doing things all backwards. First you buy the girl dinner and take her dancing,
then
you get her in bed.”

“I guess I need to brush up on my social etiquette, huh?” Uncertainty floated in his eyes. “Wait, you want me to take you dancing? Because that might be a problem.”

“Oh really?”

He sighed. “I’ve got no moves. I could take you shooting, though. How about dinner and target practice?”

She gaped. “Do you seriously plan romantic dates for a living? Because I’m really beginning to wonder.”

Parker shrugged sheepishly. “Fine, we’ll do whatever you want. Email me a ten-page list of all the activities you enjoy, and I promise, I won’t quit until we cross off every last one.”

The muffled sound of a toilet flushing suddenly echoed from the hall, bringing another flicker of urgency to his expression.

“What do you say, Lynn? Will you go out with me?”

It didn’t escape her that they were both naked and sitting on rumpled, well-sexed sheets. Hell, Parker was still wearing the condom he’d used to fuck her.

Nope, the absurdity of it all certainly didn’t pass her by.

But in spite of that, she met his gaze and said, “I’d love to.”

Suz

She adjusted Tony’s oversized dress shirt around her knees as she crawled onto the couch to catch her breath. Both guys were currently sprawled over each other and the king-sized mattress, content and sated if the smiles on their sleeping faces meant anything.

Satisfaction and pleasure lingered in her veins as well, but she was too wired to sleep. Reaching to the floor, she pulled a small leather book from her purse, settling in to make a few notes.

Spontaneity was awesome, but a few habits were so ingrained in her, she didn’t think she could ever give them up.

Life Journal entry number 527

It’s been over six months since the last time I played with Tony, so I was expecting things might have changed a little. Which is fine, adds some spice to the relationship and keeps it fresh.

Tony? Now has this beard thing happening. Goes perfect with his dark skin and that jawline I love to nibble. The combination is so sexy I wanted to climb all over him the instant he walked in the door.

And he brought his friend Diego along. Rawr. How to describe Diego? He could stop traffic if he put on an old suit and held out a tin can. But he upped the ante, my dear diary. The darling man got a piercing. One of the
all-the-way-through-his-perfect-penis piercings, with this golden ball on the upper side that…

Well. When people said it makes a difference, I never believed them. But, hand to God, it is fucking incredible.

I think I passed out for a few minutes.

It was also wonderful to know that while I was away to heaven with my fair angels, my bestie was in the hands of two capable gentlemen.

Finally!

Yes, Lynn was talking to real men!

I didn’t tell her this, but after watching him ogle her in class, I lifted the yoga hottie’s info from the waiver form he signed. You know MY rules, diary. I love to love them, baby, but I’m a smart girl. Knowledge is power.

It only took a little research on Google, and Parker made my safe list—the delicious creature runs his own business in the Bay Area. Single, with a solid reputation. Obviously interested in Lynn as evidenced by us “bumping” into him at the bar.

Lynn deserves more than that ass-hat, Phil, and I for one will do what I can to make sure she sticks with the guys who actually see
her
, rather than some kind of…hell, I don’t even know what Phil’s issue is.

Oh, right. He’s a douche. ’Nuf said.

A gentle caress on her cheek pulled Suz from her journaling.

“You coming back to bed?” Tony trailed his knuckles down her chest, lingering over the mark he’d left with his teeth while she’d been riding him into oblivion.

Suz all but purred as Diego joined in, digging his thumbs into her shoulder muscles. “Don’t you two need to get ready for your airport pick-up?”

“There’s time…” Tony leaned over and kissed her. “One more for the road?” He pushed against her so he could plant a kiss on Diego as well.

Oh my. The heat just kept on rising. One last round of bliss? Why the hell would she say no?

She tucked away her journal and accepted his hand. “Well, I suppose,
once
more would be fine.”

Chapter Seven

Whispers followed her down the hall.

Lynn refused to panic as she ignored the obvious stares and continued toward her cubicle. No way could people at work tell from a glance what she’d done last night.
No way.

Although there had been this
look
in her eyes as she’d gotten ready that morning. A sparkle even she’d noticed, probably because it hadn’t been there for a long while. She wasn’t sure if it was getting rid of a guy who wasn’t good for her or the amazing, incredible sex courtesy of two guys who had made an effort. More than an effort, in fact—parts of her body still hummed with excitement, and a few spots were perfectly tender.

She rounded the corner to her cubicle and jerked to a full and complete stop.

The surface of her desk had vanished under a mass of brilliant color. Two enormous bouquets sat side by side. The one on the left had more long-stemmed roses than she’d seen anywhere outside a florist shop. Instinctively, she counted two by two until deciding to round off at somewhere over three dozen. Sturdy green foliage and tiny baby’s breath completed the arrangement, along with a silky white bow that sparkled under the fluorescent office lights.