Irresistible Passions (7 page)

It only took a second of hesitation and with Troy’s movement beneath her shoulders, she knew they were making the agreement.

“We promise.”

She quivered, Troy’s promise, his voice, their touch seeping into her heart.

With their word given, she sank onto the couch, completely at their mercy.

* * * *

Angel knew the second she gave in. Her entire length went soft, pliant between them. He leaned over again and licked at the arch of her knee. Her legs trembled in answer. She was silky and sweet on his tongue. The closer he inched toward her pussy, the hotter she became, the scent of her arousal reaching out to him. Tugging himself closer, he bent her legs around his waist. Then he lowered to the hot junction of her thighs and kissed her.

She moaned, a breathy, hungry sound that made him ache. He heard the sound of her fingernails scraping down the couch’s fabric. With a glance, he found Troy squeezing her tits, gently rolling them and her nipples. He groaned. Fuck, he wanted her naked. Her body was made for them.

“I’m going to touch you here, Michelle,” he told her, letting her know his intentions.

She shuddered like a boat on a high wave but didn’t deny him. Slowly, he undid the button on her shorts and lowered the zipper. The ticking sound dragged like fire down his spine. He gritted his teeth not to rush. If he was right about her history, anything threatening and she’d bolt like a newborn colt.

The first peek of lace on her hip drove him insane. Light yellow, sweet but sexy as sin. Troy changed his position enough to be able to fold in half to kiss her. Angel watched for a few seconds, following the way Troy licked and tongued her sweet lips. It was a slow, sensual dance as he slid in and out, her tongue chasing his to be caught between his teeth and suckled. Her lower body clenched, trembling beneath Angel’s caressing hands when Troy traced her lips then dove between them. Angel moaned quietly, craving that mouth.

Bringing his focus to his hands, he eased one of her legs up, gliding the shorts off, but leaving the lace tease. They wanted to bring her to them slowly, luring her until she couldn’t live without them. Angel knew he couldn’t live without her. Troy loved her, and he trusted his best friend to the ends of the earth.

Easing from his place to kneel on the floor, he settled one slim foot on his shoulder, delivering a long lick over her ankle. She had the sexiest feet with cute crimson painted toenails. Until her, he’d never really thought much about it, but she’d unlocked something. Angel wanted to devour and lick her until she screamed with pleasure.

Swirling over her inner thigh, he continued to bring her need higher. She had a light thatch of curly hair over her pussy. He wondered if she’d let them trim it for her. It was no secret both of them loved to eat pussy. Angel wanted hers desperately, but he refused to rush.

Troy slipped his hand beneath her and unhooked her bra, sending a wave of trembles over her as he squeezed her free breasts. She arched, offering herself when he plucked at the tight nipples through the cotton T-shirt.

“Michelle.” Troy sounded raw and hoarse. “Beautiful.” Sighing through his own need, Angel looked up and Troy mouthed
perfect
. Angel couldn’t agree more.

Pressing his lips to her hip, he kissed her, suckling and brushing at her fragrant skin with hungry lips and a dancing tongue. She twitched and jerked, her hips rising and pushing into him. She was hot, and so wet. Her panties were damp with her desire. Nearing that treasure, Angel nipped with tender lips to her flushed skin and she jerked, shouting then whimpering.

“More?” he asked her, brushing over her with his nose, loving the scent of her.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes,” she choked out, gasping.

Holding the cotton tight, he swept her entire slit with his tongue. A fresh sheen of dew seeped to the edges of her pussy and Angel groaned, hard. Pinning her hips, he licked at that moisture, suckling at the skin half hidden beneath yellow lace. Flushed with her arousal, her nether lips plumped on either side and he took his time licking them, showering them with attention until she was shaking with her desire. Sliding the panel of cotton out of the way, he dove, fucking her with his tongue and she shouted a hoarse scream.

“Shit, Angel. Yes!” Troy growled, encouraging him. She thrashed between them. Gliding up her flushed slit, he watched Troy’s hands on her breasts, teasing and playing with her nipples. Then he slipped a hand under her neck collar and she moaned. “Damn, Angel. She’s soft. Feels so good in my hand.”

Michelle was on the verge, ready to explode all over him and he wanted it, her frame quivering in waves as they both teased her into a hyper state of need. He thrust with his tongue, licking and suckling at pinked flesh, not caring in the least that her juice was dripping down his chin to his shirt. She tasted sweet and tangy, hot and so fucking good.

Maneuvering, he touched her clit with a tight finger and she bucked.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to taste you,” he murmured. Circling her clit with his tongue, he switched, impaling her pussy with a finger, then two. She was so hot, so tight, he imagined how good she would feel, stroking his cock in and out of her sweet body, and almost came in his jeans, groaning hard and deep as the want to slam into her rode over him.

Her muscles tightened, her body shook and she arched, crying out.

Angel replaced his fingers, planting his mouth against her sweet flesh and lapped at the treat she was giving him, sucking and driving for every drop as she orgasmed over the wave. Shudders and gasps met his continued assault until she was barely moving, her breasts shaking as she came back down from the peak of pleasure.

“That was fucking amazing.” Troy petted her shoulders, his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts, not demanding, simply enjoying.

Angel licked his lips, then wiped his chin with his shirt. Breathing hard himself, he leaned against the side of the couch.

“Unbelievable,” he agreed.

Troy scooped her hair to the side, playing with the long strands. “You still with us, sweetheart?” She nodded sleepily. He reached for the remote behind him and shut off the TV. “Michelle? Look at me.”

Groggily, she opened pleasure drunk eyes. “Hmm?”

“We’re asking, so tell us now. Can we stay?”

Every step was being left to her. Neither Troy or Angel wanted to screw this up. Silently, Angel prayed she’d say yes. He wasn’t finished, not by a long shot, but jerking off at home after that simply wouldn’t work.

He watched her consider it, her gaze roaming to find him, then Troy again. Coming to a decision, she nodded. “Yes. You can stay.”

Troy’s chest shuddered. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Lowering, he blessed Michelle with a gentle kiss. “Thank you. You won’t regret this.”

A hand appeared and she pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh. Tonight. We’ll see how it looks in the light of day tomorrow, okay?”

Troy’s face fell. Angel didn’t like the sound of that either. He slid along the couch to kneel at her shoulder. “Michelle, this isn’t temporary, no matter how much you may think otherwise. We mean it. We want you to understand that.” If it took forever to convince her, they’d make sure she saw it, and realized this was for real.

Shit, his chest ached. He wanted to tell her he loved her so bad, his heart trembled. One thing he knew, something worth having, was worth fighting for.

He wasn’t giving up his woman without a fight to the end.

Chapter Six

Troy helped her to her feet, steadying her when she wobbled to the left. “Easy there, sweetheart.”

Angel grabbed her tossed shorts and turned out the lights. Troy held her close, letting her lead the way to the bedroom. When she opened the door, she stopped him from reaching for the light switch on the wall. “We don’t need it, do we?”

“No lights?” He leaned closer because she was talking so quietly.

“Please?” She hid her cheek into his chest and he couldn’t tell her no.

“It’s okay. No lights.”

He wondered if her bedroom was a wreck, but doubted it considering how well the rest of the house was kept. It wasn’t pitch black, but it was really dark with the blinds drawn down.

Angel sat on the edge of the bed and held out his arms. “Come here, baby.” She straddled his lap and kissed him, his hands running up and down her arms and shoulders. Looping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back.

Troy tugged his shirt out of his jeans, letting it fall where he stood. He’d find it in the morning. The important things were in his front pocket. Stepping out of his jeans, he fished the condoms out and held them in a fist until he was standing in his underwear. Adjusted better to the lack of light, he inched forward and set the handful on the nightstand, then stood behind Michelle. The sway of her hair tickled his abdomen and drifted over his erection, sending shots of need bursting through his body.

Bending, he found sweet skin to kiss below her ear. Sweeping her hair to the side, he licked up and down the column of her throat until he hit her pulse, then he suckled on the beating sign of her arousal, getting a heady shiver in return. He murmured his assent, his hands on her hips, loving the heat of her body enveloping his chest. Straightening, he hooked his fingers under the hem of her shirt and slowly unveiled the beauty between them, snatching her bra on the way. She stiffened momentarily, then let both arms rise to let it slide free. He tossed it in the general direction of his clothes.

Sitting next to Angel, he leaned close. “Kiss me, Michelle.” She did one better, she slid over and changed laps. Freed, Angel ripped out of his clothes so fast, there was a breeze. Standing from dropping his jeans and underwear, he noticed they were staring at him, and he chuckled with an embarrassed sound.

Michelle and Troy laughed at his expression. “Come on,” Michelle invited, patting the right side of the bed. He didn’t have to be told twice, slipping onto the bed beside Troy still holding Michelle on his lap.

“Kiss him,” Angel said, lying on his side, his head resting in a palm. “Sexy.” He dropped a hand and idly palmed the length of his erection.

“Angel, I had no idea you were so…”

“I’m not kinky,” he retorted flatly. “It’s Michelle. I love watching her.”

She faced Troy. “I don’t mind if he watches, or if you do, either,” she said in a quiet voice, apparently surprised by the admission if her tone were to go by. She may have never wanted it, but she was definitely warming up to a shared relationship. “I think I like it.”

Troy groaned, his cock tapping against his stomach beneath his briefs. “You are so fucking perfect.” Then he claimed her mouth, a hard, thrusting kiss. He stroked her tongue, demanding she kiss him back, and she did, driving into his mouth in imitation of what he’d done. The hunger storming through him hit a new level. She was sweet to him, her passion and desire making her taste like candy. “Straddle me, beautiful,” he told her, holding her hips to guide her. “I want to feel that hot pussy.”

A harsh groan slipped from Angel at his side, and Troy almost grinned. His best friend was thinking about the orgasm he got to enjoy, Troy just knew it.

Michelle settled across his lap, her toes barely reaching the floor. The heat of her desire scorched him through his briefs.
Why the hell didn’t I take them off too?

Because you wanted to take it slow.
Too bad he couldn’t wish the damn things off. Threading his fingers into her hair, he brought her tight, pressing her breasts snug into his chest.

Then their little hellion began to rock her hips, rubbing the sweet, wet heat of her pussy over the throbbing fullness of his erection.

“Ssshit,” he hissed through a tight jaw. Her fingernails clawed into his hair, and he took a mental leap away from the edge, realizing what had begun as a tease had quickly escalated for the woman in his hands. Holding her steady, he encouraged her. “You want to come, don’t you baby?”