Bliss (15 page)

J.M. grinned at Quinn. “She is very wet.”

Quinn sipped his wine as he stared intently at the movement of J.M.’s fingers under the black lace. She melted against J.M. as one finger toyed with her nipple and the other stroked inside her. A frenzy of sensations quivered through her.

He drew his hands from her intimate parts and released the hooks of her bra, then dropped the straps from her shoulders. She slid her arms free, then rested her hands on his muscular thighs, still cradling her. Slowly, he eased the lacy cups from her breasts. Cool air washed against them, making the nipples thrust forward. With both men’s hot gazes caressing her, however, heat sweltered through her.

Quinn’s fingers twitched as though he couldn’t wait to stroke her, but he sat calmly watching J.M. caress her swollen mounds. She sighed against him, enjoying the delicate pressure of his hands roaming over her. He cupped her and her nipples peaked into his palms. His hands slid under her breasts and he lifted them.

“Quinn, would you like a taste of these?”

“You’re damn right I would.”

Quinn surged forward and knelt in front of her. Her breasts rose and fell with her excited breathing. He stroked over the swell of white flesh, then dragged his fingertip over one hard nub. She whimpered. He grinned, staring at the dusty rose nipple. Then he leaned forward and licked it. She dropped her head onto J.M.’s shoulder. J.M. watched as Quinn’s mouth covered her nipple and he began to suck. At the same time, Quinn found her other nipple and tweaked it. Kara moaned as molten heat flooded through her.

J.M.’s hands stroked her ribs as Quinn teased her nipples. Her eyelids fell closed and she simply enjoyed the feel of a hot mouth and warm hands stroking her. Quinn sucked on her sensitive nub again and she moaned. J.M.’s hands glided down her sides, then he slid inside her panties again. He stroked over her clit, triggering wild tingles inside her, then he dipped into her. She arched upward.

“She really is ready for us.”

Quinn glanced down at J.M.’s probing hand under the fabric. “Let me feel.”

J.M. slipped from inside her and cupped her breasts.

Quinn kissed down her belly, then nibbled on the edge of her panties. He tugged the lace to the side and glanced at what it had been hiding. She trembled as he gazed at her curls, then slowly dipped his fingers under the fabric and cupped her. She rose against his hand . . . then he stroked her wet slit.

“You are incredibly wet, gorgeous. I can hardly wait to taste you.”

She felt weak at the thought of his full mouth covering her . . . his tongue delving into her.

Quinn drew his hand away as J.M. tucked his fingers under the lace edges of her panties and drew them down. She lifted her hips so he could slide them down her thighs. Quinn took over and slid them the rest of the way off.

J.M. leaned back, tucking his hands under her and lifting her onto his hips, which raised her pelvis. She could feel the swell of his erection under her. Quinn pressed her knees farther apart and leaned forward.

At the first touch of his hot mouth on her, she moaned . . . then when his tongue stroked over her clit, she whimpered. He licked her slit, then drove his tongue into her. Her fingers tangled in his short brown hair as pleasure seeped through her. J.M. stroked her breast, occasionally tugging or squeezing a nipple. Quinn teased her with a rapid flicking of his tongue in and out, then shifted to her clit. His tongue spiraled over it as he slid two fingers inside her. She moaned at the delightful stroking and the intense pleasure quivering from her clit. Pleasure swelled through her and she gripped his head as she rode the wave. Higher. Bucking against him.

Finally, she collapsed on J.M., her entire body a boneless mass.

A chuckle rumbled through J.M. “Time for a nap, Kara?”

“Are you kidding?”

Both men laughed and J.M. sat up, easing her forward.

Quinn stood up, retrieved his wine, and took a sip. The man had too many damn clothes on. Not that it wasn’t wildly sexy lying here—on top of J.M.—totally naked . . . with both men fully clothed. Like she was their plaything. She almost wanted to get up and walk around, flaunting her nudity, while playing the willing slave ready to satisfy their every whim.

But right now, she wanted to see some male flesh.

Chapter Thirteen

“Quinn, that shirt looks a little hot.”

He promptly set down his glass and, grinning at her, slowly released the top button of his shirt . . . then the next. She watched as the fabric eased open, revealing well-defined muscles across a broad chest. Her fingers itched to stroke along that satiny skin stretched taut over steel-hard muscle. He unfastened the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt, then peeled it away.

She had to touch him. She stood up and walked toward him, aware of J.M.’s gaze following her naked derriere. Quinn’s gaze caressed her naked breasts. Knowing both men watched her . . . and wanted her . . . sent goose bumps dancing along her skin.

She stroked her hand along his hot, hard flesh, then dipped her finger into his wineglass and stroked a burgundy smudge across his chest. She leaned forward and licked the wine from him. She dipped again and dabbed the liquid on his beadlike nipple, then flicked her tongue over it as she continued to stroke his chest. Muscles rippled beneath her fingertips as his arm encircled her. He dragged her against his body and captured her lips. Her hard nipples drove into his chest as he crushed her to him, his tongue probing her mouth, then released her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

She stepped back a little, stroking her hand over his sculpted abs.

“Quinn, I’m a little”—she dragged her gaze from his simmering blue eyes, down his broad chest, to his crotch, and licked her lips—“hungry.”

“Really?”

He unfastened his belt, then his zipper, and his pants dropped to the floor. He pulled the elastic of his boxers forward, then down. As he bent over, she got only a quick glimpse of hard cock as he peeled the boxers off. Then he stood up.

She had only felt his cock last night. Thick. Entering her from behind.

Now she stared at it. Hard . . . thick . . . curving upward.

She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked. Hot, and as hard as steel beneath the soft kid-leather skin. She stroked up and down.

J.M. stepped behind her, his hands wrapping around her waist. As she crouched in front of Quinn, J.M.’s hands enveloped her breasts. Kara explored Quinn’s cock, stroking her finger over the head, then around the ridge of the corona. Her other hand slid downward and cupped the sacs underneath. She kissed the tip of his cockhead—a brief brush of her lips—then drew his balls forward. There was no hair on them . . . or anywhere on his groin . . . something she hadn’t noticed last night. She’d been a little preoccupied, but the fact that he shaved his personal places delighted her. She drew one sac forward and licked it, then nibbled it with her lips.

“Oh, yeah.”

At the sound of pleasure in his voice, she leaned forward and opened her lips around his ball and drew it into her mouth. She prodded it with her tongue, then gently squeezed it in her mouth. His fingers curled through her hair, his pelvis arching against her.

“Gorgeous, that is . . .”

She opened wider and drew the other ball into her mouth.

“Ohhh, so great.”

J.M. stroked her hard nipples, then crouched behind her as his hands glided down her waist and over her hips. He stroked around her stomach and drew her against him, then cupped her breasts again.

She sucked lightly on Quinn, then released his sacs and licked the base of his shaft. J.M. cupped her ass and caressed in circles, watching while she licked Quinn’s cock from bottom to top. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cockhead, then around the ridge.

She covered Quinn’s cock with her mouth and sucked the head inside. The hot, smooth skin filled her mouth and she squeezed it, then dove down on him. J.M.’s hand slid between her legs and stroked her slick opening while she sucked on Quinn. She stroked his balls and tightened her mouth around his hard shaft, then she sucked him deep inside. He groaned, stroking her hair from her face. Pleasure melted through her at J.M.’s intimate stroking as she sucked and squeezed Quinn’s cock and caressed his balls.

“Oh, man, doll, I’m going to burst.”

She nodded and hot liquid erupted in her mouth.

His spent cock slipped from her lips as yearning built within her, fired by J.M.’s insistent stroking. J.M. drew her to her feet and sat her on the couch, then stripped off his clothes. When she saw his long, hard cock staring at her, she grabbed it and stroked, then pulled it into her mouth. She dove down three times before he drew himself free and tugged her forward to perch on the edge of the couch. J.M. knelt in front of her and she wrapped her arms around him as his cockhead nudged her opening. He drove forward, impaling her in one thrust.

“Oh, God, yes.”

He filled her with hot, hard cock, then pulled back and drove forward again. Quinn sat on the chair, his hand wrapped around his already swelling cock. Knowing he sat there watching them magnified the already intense pleasure of every thrust. Her vagina clamped around J.M.’s pistoning cock as it stroked her passage. The heat inside her swelled to joyful delight as he pumped into her again and again. His finger found her clit and he flicked the nub. Immediately, she burst into orgasm, gasping as she clung to him. He thrust deeper and faster until she wailed in joyful abandon, riding a long, intense wave of ecstasy.

Finally, she slumped back on the couch. J.M. leaned in and kissed her tenderly.

“God, you two are hot together,” Quinn said, his voice hoarse.

J.M. nibbled her ear. “Are you ready for the full treatment? Quinn and I?”

She sucked in a deep breath and peered at Quinn. His cock was at full attention again . . . and J.M.’s still was.

She nodded.

“Okay, kneel down, facing Quinn.”

She pushed herself from the couch and faced Quinn, then knelt on the floor. J.M. sat on the couch behind her and eased her forward to her hands and knees. As Quinn watched intently, J.M. stroked along her damp slit, then glided his slick fingers over her back opening. She willed herself not to tense as one finger slid inside. He moved it around in a small circular motion. A delightful sensation spiraled through her. Soon he introduced a second finger, continuing to move in circles . . . then a third. He spiraled deeper and she sighed.

His fingers slipped away and she felt hard flesh nudge against her opening. She stiffened.

J.M. stroked her back. “Relax. I’ll go slow. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

She drew in a deep breath and relaxed. His cock pressed forward, a little at a time, stretching her.

“Remember, breathe and relax.”

She nodded, taking deep breaths. His cockhead continued forward until it filled her. She breathed out, then drew in another breath. He stroked her slit, then over her clit. She arched back at the tingling pleasure and he pressed his cock deeper into her.

She wanted more. All of him.

Slowly, he filled her until he was all the way inside. He drew her from the floor to his lap, pushing deeper still. She moaned.

Quinn stood up and approached them, his gaze shifting from her breasts to her dripping opening. He stroked her breasts, then sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. The hot sensation of his mouth on her tight bud and J.M.’s cock filling her was overwhelming.

“Oh, God, Quinn, I want you inside me, too.”

He smiled. “I’m happy to oblige.” He placed his cockhead against her front opening and drove forward, impaling her at once. She gasped for air, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of two hot, hard cocks filling her at once.

Her accelerated breathing made her lightheaded as the two men held her tightly sandwiched between them. She wrapped her hands around Quinn’s shoulders. He tucked his hands around her thighs and lifted her legs. She wrapped them around him. He kissed her, then drew back and thrust forward again.

“Oh, yes,” she cried. The intense sensations trembling through her threatened to erupt into ecstasy at any second, but she didn’t want this to be over too soon, so she tightened her legs around Quinn, holding him close.

J.M. nuzzled her neck and Quinn kissed her, his lips moving on hers tenderly. J.M. caressed her breasts and Quinn moved his pelvis in a small spiral, teasing her senses. She loosened her hold on him and he drew back and thrust forward again, driving J.M.’s cock deeper, too. Heat thrummed through her. With Quinn’s next thrust, she felt a wave of joy sweep through her. He thrust and thrust again. Both cocks seemed to swell inside her, and a wave of ecstasy washed through her. Her head fell back as she wailed in release. The cocks drove into her again and again, propeling her orgasm to incredible heights. She gasped and wailed again. Quinn groaned and erupted inside her. J.M. moaned in pleasure.

The three of them clung to one another, gasping. Sated and reveling in the sensual heat of their bodies against hers, she sighed. Living out this delightful fantasy had been the most sensational experience of her life.

Kara woke up in the dark, the warmth of two male bodies surrounding her. One hand stroked her breast—she wasn’t sure whose. Her nipple hardened and she arched forward. The hand cupping her belonged to the man behind her, she realized as her other nipple strained against the hard chest in front of her and that man murmured, clearly just waking up. His hand slid around her hip and he drew her against his pelvis . . . and his growing erection.

She rolled onto her back and slid her hand around his erection, then glided her other hand over the other man’s hips and found his hardening cock. As they both stroked her breasts, she glided her hands up and down their shafts.

“I feel like a little something to nibble,” she said, squeezing their cocks in her hands, then tugging to give them the idea to shift into position.

They both pushed themselves up and knelt on either side of her head. Her eyes were getting used to the dark, so she closed her eyes, recapturing the anonymity of the other night. A cock brushed her cheek. She grabbed it and licked it, then drew it into her mouth. She found the other in the dark and wrapped her fingers around that one, too. She released the first from her mouth and drew the second inside. She licked the tip, then sucked. This one was thicker than the other, but she pushed the thought out of her mind, concentrating on licking hard flesh, then released it and drew the other in. Hard flesh. One, then the other. She kept them moving in, then out, losing track of that brief glimpse of whose was whose.