BlowingitOff (6 page)

But then Will and Damon had made love to her at the same
time and it had become clear. Desperately clear.

“I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy with my mouth now,
Pheebs,” Will told her from the end of the bed. “And when you’re about to come,
I’m going to flip you onto your stomach and fuck your arse with it.”

“Will…” She stared up at him through her eyelashes.
“Please…”

His eyes narrowed, nostrils flared. “And you won’t come
until I tell you to.”

She swallowed. Her sex constricted at his dominating
arrogance.

“Fuck
me
, Will,” Damon murmured, raising his head
from her breast. “I’m going to fucking erupt soon myself if you keep talking
like that.”

Will didn’t respond. Instead, he lowered himself to his
knees at the foot of the bed, snared her hips with his hands and yanked her
closer to him, tearing her g-string off with ease.

She yelped, her pussy throbbing with dire need at his
aggression. Both men were so different during sex—Damon playful and devilish,
Will serious and almost savage. It made her so freaking wet.

“Spread your legs, Phoebe.”

She did as Will commanded, a part of her mind aware Damon
had returned his mouth to her breast and was suckling her nipple with delicious
intensity, another part too engrossed with Will’s control of her body.

“Show me your clit.”

Her pulse pounded faster in her throat. She parted her labia
with two trembling fingers, gazing up at Will. Needed to see his reaction to
the pink flesh she’d revealed.

His nostrils flared again. His jaw bunched. “Touch it.”

Her breath now ragged little pants in her chest, she did so,
rolling the tip of her index finger over the sensitive nub in her folds. A jolt
of liquid heat sheared through her, sinking into her core.

She gasped, her hips lifting with involuntary force. God,
one more touch of her clit and she would explode. How could she be so ready to
come again so soon?

“Touch it again, Phoebe.”

She shook her head, eyes squeezed shut. “Will, I can’t…I’ll
come…”

“You won’t come until I tell you to.” His voice was deep and
throaty. “Now touch it again. Stroke it.”

She did as commanded, a choked cry of tormented pleasure
slipping from her. Her climax rushed toward her, a mounting wall of exquisite
tension she fought to control.

“Tell me you want me to suck it while Damon sucks your
breast.”

Damon’s mouth on her nipple grew greedier. He groaned, covering
her other breast with one hand to knead the heavy swell.

“Tell me, Phoebe.”

Eyes still closed, she fisted her hand in Damon’s hair.
“Please suck my clit, Will.”

For a frozen moment, nothing but cool air played over her
sodden sex. She pushed her hips higher, biting back a whimpered groan. At her
breast, Damon flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple. She licked her
lips, every nerve-ending thrumming. “Please, Will?”

His tongue touched her clit.

Oh, fuck yes.

She let out a sob, the tension in her center overwhelming
even as tortured relief rolled through her.

Will sucked on her clit, tiny pulses of suction followed by
a gentle nip with his teeth. She bucked, the action driving her pussy to his
face. Her toes curled and she tossed her head from side to side, willing her
climax away.

Not until Will says.

The thought filled her with wanton need.

“Would you like me to finger-fuck you as well, Pheebs?”

His question pushed her closer to the edge. She nodded,
unable to find the power to speak. Damon’s teeth rolled her nipple. Driving her
closer still.

A long finger slipped into Phoebe’s sex, wriggling deep
within her constricting walls. Will stroked his tongue over her clit and sucked
it again.

“Please,” she moaned. “Will…please…”

He didn’t respond. Not with words. He sucked at her clit,
lapped at it, laved it with his tongue and then sucked some more, all the while
plunging his finger in and out of her pussy.

“Will,” she moaned again. “I’m going to…I’m going…”

“Fuckin’ hell, mate, so am I.”

Damon’s ground-out declaration vibrated through her—his lips
still on her right breast, his hand still squeezing her left. She opened her
eyes, staring at Will, imploring him for release.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he stated, his
gaze locked with hers, his voice barely a raw whisper. His finger moved inside
her.

Phoebe’s heart thumped hard, fast. Her mouth went dry. She
got it now. This was punishment. Will’s utter domination of her sexual
response, his control of it, was punishment for her leaving them. Telling them
it wouldn’t happen again.

He was punishing her with sex.

And she didn’t want him to stop.

“Fuck me, Will,” she whispered, the plea a husky breath.
“Please. I want you inside me.” She tugged on Damon’s hair, moving her stare to
his face. “I want you
both
inside me.”

“Ah, fuckin’ hell, Tiny.” Damon’s eyes blazed, his hand
squeezing her breast harder. “How can you say no?”

Will didn’t answer. His stare grew heavier. Hotter. He
didn’t move.

Phoebe’s heart slammed into her throat. Her pussy pulsed
around a cock denied her. She glared at him. “Fuck
you
, Will!”

Without another word, she twisted on the bed, shoved her
hands against Damon’s chest and pushed him away from her.

“Hey!” he yelped, eyes wide. “Don’t—”

His protest died on his lips as she scurried forward and
snared his fly with her fingers. Her heart beat harder. She could feel Will’s
gaze on her bare butt. Watching her yank down Damon’s fly. She curled her lips.
This was
her
idea—one last fling—and she was going to do it
her
way.

Chapter Five

“Oh, fuck me,” Damon ground out as his cock—long and thick
and ramrod stiff—sprang free of his newly opened fly. Small beads of pre-come
oozed from the slit in its swollen purple head, telling him loud and clear just
how ready he was to erupt. Shooting Will a quick look, he grinned. “Tiny, if
this is what happens when Masters is pissed at you, then by all means, keep
annoying the shit out of her.”

Will laughed. At least, Damon assumed the low, rumbling
sound was his best mate chuckling. It could have been a bomb detonating for all
Damon knew. Because nothing much registered in his brain at all except
delicious pleasure the second Phoebe’s lips circled the tip of his cock. And
even less when said lips slid slowly down his entire length until he was completely
embedded in her mouth.

The base of his spine tingled, his blood roared in his
ears—what blood wasn’t surging through his dick. Christ, he’d never been so
hard. Six months ago this woman had turned their lives upside-down and then
blown town. Now she was blowing
him
and he was about to come undone from
the mounting pleasure. How could he have forgotten how fucking amazing her
mouth was?

“Fuck, Will…make her angrier.”

He heard Will chuckle again. “By the look on your face,
Stretch, if I made her any angrier, you’d have a coronary.”

Phoebe hummed a giggle around Damon’s dick and he almost
did
have a coronary.

Her tongue laved at the root of his cock,
her fingers massaged his balls. She moaned around his length, sending
vibrations into his core so exquisite he could barely draw breath. He let out
his own groan, his knees trembling.

He threaded his fingers in her hair, the
memory of her silken tresses having haunted his dreams. She’d cut her hair
since moving to Morpeth. When he’d last seen her it had been long and wild. Now
it tumbled about her shoulders in a mass of curls and waves. It was fuckable
hair. To go with her fuckable mouth. Christ, did she have a fuckable mouth.

Without thought, Damon shoved his hips
forward, driving his cock deeper into her throat. He knew she could take
him—she’d done so before—but something about today made the blowjob all the
more amazing. Perhaps it was because he’d sincerely believed he would never get
this chance again.

“Jesus, Damon, that’s fucking hot to
watch.”

Will’s growl jerked Damon’s eyes open and
he looked at his best mate. Will’s jeans were gone, as were his boxer briefs,
his dick a thick pole pointing straight up. Long fingers wrapped around his
wide girth, Will pumped his erection as he stared at Damon’s cock disappearing
into Phoebe’s mouth.

“It’s fucking hot to experience, mate,”
Damon rasped. His voice was hoarse, as if he’d spent the night shouting.

“Are you close?”

Will’s question made him snort. “So fucking
close I’m surprised Phoebe’s not already swallowing my come.”

“Can you hold on much longer?”

He snorted again. “Are you kidding?”

Phoebe sucked a little harder on his dick,
as if to mock his control. He let out a sound—part groan, part growl. Damn the
woman knew how to give head. Shit, he could almost taste his own come, he was
so full of lust.

“I'm going to fuck you now, Pheebs.”

Damon’s pulse smashed into his throat at
Will’s raw statement. He opened his eyes and looked at his friend again. Will’s
eyes blazed with an aching desire he understood all too well. The younger man’s
body was ripped and coiled to breaking point, every muscle a sinewy rope of
steel. The control Will was exerting over his body was phenomenal and, Damon
had to admit, downright fucking arousing.

Around his shaft, Phoebe moaned again. Her
fingers squeezed his balls, her tongue stroked at the underside of his dick.
She wriggled her backside, offering herself to Will’s domination. Damon’s gut
knotted. Shit, he didn’t think he’d last much longer. The very notion of Will
plunging his massive erection into Phoebe—her cunt, her arse, wherever—was too
much to consider.

“I'm going to sink my dick into your
pussy.” Will moved in behind her, dancing his hand over her smooth backside.
“I'm going to fuck your tight, sweet cunt until Damon pumps your throat full of
his seed.”

“Fuck, Will.” Damon swallowed, his friend’s
statement driving him closer to the edge. “Are you trying to kill me here?”

Will laughed, a deep, entirely confident
sound.

Phoebe’s mouth slid off Damon’s dick. “Just
shut up and fuck me, Will.
Now
.”

“Condom first.”

“I don’t fucking want you to wear a
condom,” she snarled back. “I want to feel you.
You
. Your skin on mine.”

Damon’s heart thumped harder in his chest,
surging fresh blood through his veins. Making his cock stiffer, bigger still.
He shot Phoebe a glance, knowing the implication of her words. She was
protected from pregnancy, both he and Will knew that, a procedure that lasted
five years, which she’d had done only a few months before leaving for Morpeth.
That she wanted to be filled with Will’s come told Damon—and Will, by the
tension in his jaw—that this was more than just a quick fuck to say goodbye,
even if she told them otherwise.

Will’s eyes grew greedy. “In that case.”
His hands smoothed over her arse cheeks again, his gaze watching the path of
his palms. “You have the sexiest backside I’ve ever seen, Pheebs.”

His whispered words made both Damon and
Phoebe suck in a ragged breath.

As did the swift slap he gave her right
arse cheek.

“Oh God!” Phoebe burst out.

Will chuckled. “Forget about Him, Pheebs.
It’s Damon’s dick you should be thinking about.”

Damon opened his mouth to agree—but choked
on the words as Phoebe’s lips slid over the head of his cock. “Fuck, that
feels…” She licked at the sensitive knot of flesh under the edge of the head
and Damon got lost in a rush of concentrated pleasure. He stared down at her
face, needing to see his dick sliding in and out of her mouth. He couldn’t
believe the mind-blowing feelings his brain told him he was experiencing. It
was impossible. She had to be doing more than just sucking his cock.

Her lips moved up and down his length,
painting his erection in moisture.

Nothing else. No magical sexual trick. Just
Phoebe’s mouth on his dick.

Another slapping sound rent the air—Will
smacking her arse again—and she jerked on Damon’s cock, her mouth and throat
convulsing.

Damon ground his teeth. He couldn’t take
much more. He couldn’t. He truly
was
on the verge of death by pleasure.
“Hurry the fuck up, Tiny!” He sent a harried glare at his partner. “I’m not
Superman.”

Will gave him a small grin and then slid
his hand between Phoebe’s spread arse cheeks. She moaned around Damon’s cock,
whatever Will was doing back there obviously pushing her buttons.

“She’s so wet, Damon.” Will’s nostrils
flared, his gaze locked on Phoebe’s backside. “Her juices are dripping from her
cunt.”

Phoebe bucked and Damon hissed in a wild
breath of rapture as her teeth grazed his thrusting cock.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Will repeated, the
words softer this time, as if Phoebe’s arousal left him awestruck. He flicked
Damon a quick look, naked need etched on his face, and with a slight position
shift and one fluid thrust, sank himself in her pussy.

Damon moaned, the knowledge his friend was
now just as intimately buried inside Phoebe pushing him even closer to the
edge. He stared at Will while pumping Phoebe’s mouth with his cock, working his
rhythm with Will’s own increasing strokes.