Riding Out the Storm (7 page)

He
dragged his gaze from those gorgeous breasts, his tongue already registering her
taste. He looked at the slips of paper, two in her handwriting and one in his
own, the striptease one. Which meant Zach had his own, or the one in Jill’s
pocket, and he was actually pretty anxious to see it now. Hers were—Jesus, a
three-way—and opening the curtains so anyone walking by could watch.

“This
one.” He pointed to his own, and glanced at her breasts. “Though you have a
head start.”

She
straightened and he just had to lean forward a bit to taste her, that nipple
poking against the lace. “I have an idea for that. I need you to take the edge
off first.”

She
pushed down the lace and closed the space between her breast and his lips. He
sipped it into his mouth, closing his hands on her hips, not caring that Zach
sat across the table watching. Zach would be watching the striptease, too, but
it would be for him.

She
took his hand in both of hers and guided it down her stomach into the waist of
her jeans. He looked up to see her hang her head back, exposing her neck as his
fingertips brushed the top of her panties, then skimmed over her bare flesh to
find her clit swollen and needy.

Christ,
how could he want her so bad again, bad enough that he’d fuck her with Zach in
the room, that he’d even consider sharing her with Zach? She wanted a
three-way. He’d done it with two women before, but he’d never shared a woman he
cared about with another guy. He’d never really imagined it. Would he go in her
ass while Zach fucked her pussy? The other way around?

What
did the paper in her pocket say?

God,
she was wet, slick. He dragged his finger up and down her slit, playing with
her opening before he drew his finger out and slipped it into his mouth as she
watched.

“Strip,”
he said, his voice rough.

“Make
me come first.” She pushed her hips toward him, and he slid his hand back into
her jeans, finding her clit and flipping the pad of his finger over it, feeling
it harden as her breath came faster. She gripped her shoulders and pumped her
hips to move his touch faster. Her breasts swayed with her movements, making
him harder. He wanted everything and he wanted it now. He felt the first pulses
of her orgasm and snatched his hand away before she finished coming. She parted
her lips on a whimper of protest, but the gleam in her eyes told him she knew
what he was doing.

“Strip,”
he said again, sitting back in his chair to ease the pressure building in his
jeans.

Her
eyes were heavy-lidded as she looked down at him, then she glanced at Zach. “Could
use some music.”

Zach
scrambled toward the radio by the bed, hurling himself across the mattress to
respond to her request, his own jeans tight. He fiddled with the radio until he
found a sultry song, and he sat against the headboard, ready to watch.

Jill
turned her back to both of them and circled her gorgeous ass in those jeans,
then bent forward, thrusting her ass back as she grabbed her ankles and looked
over her shoulder at Ethan. Oh, yeah. This was his kind of fantasy. This and
maybe some scarves were as wild as he liked to go.

But
she wanted a threesome, and had him so turned on that he was willing to
consider it.

She
straightened and unzipped her jeans, peeling them down a fraction of an inch
with each bump of her hips. Her ass in a thong swayed in front of him, and he
could smell her arousal. Christ. He unbuttoned the top button of his own jeans
as she swept hers down her legs and stepped out of them.

She
turned to him, bracing her hands on the arms of the chair on either side of
him. Her hair fell forward, surrounding him with her scent, and her breasts
threatened to spill out of that insubstantial bra. He lifted his hands but she
backed away.

“You
can’t touch strippers, can you? They can only touch you?”

“Right,”
Zach said from the bed.

Jill
did no more than flick a glance in his direction before she turned her back on
Ethan again and repeated the same bending move she’d done in the jeans, only
this time showing him her pussy in the thong. His blood was racing so hard and
hot that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. He needed to be in her now. Now.

She
backed toward him, parting her legs around his knees, her ass inches from his
chest, and if he bent his head, he could rub his mouth over that smooth flesh.

“Gorgeous,”
he muttered, clutching the arms of the chair.

She
lowered herself, muscles bunching in her arms, and brushed her ass over the
front of his jeans, making his dick jump. He didn’t know if she could feel it,
but she did it again and again before turning, sliding her knees along the
outsides of his thighs.

“Get
on the bed,” she said. “I can’t fit on here with you.”

He
waited until she backed away, not far, before he rose and crossed to the bed
they’d shared, leaving Zach alone on the other. He didn’t even look at Zach,
but had a pretty good idea the guy had his cock in his hand. How could he not?
Even walking across the room had Ethan in pain.

Jill
followed and rested her hands on his shoulders as she swayed her hips forward,
her knees on the bed beside him, her pussy rubbing against his stomach, his
groin. She rose up and reached behind her to unhook her bra, then moved away
when he leaned forward to try to take her nipple in his mouth, his reserves
gone.

“Bad
boy. No cookie.” She backed away, waving a finger, and stripped off the thong.

She
stood at the end of the bed and circled her fingertips over the smooth flesh of
her breasts. Her nipples grew harder, pinker, and Ethan started to salivate.
Then she slid her hands down her over her stomach and framed her pussy with her
fingers. Right. Like his thoughts weren’t already there. He wanted his mouth
there, his dick. She parted her legs and dipped her fingers between them.

“Jill,”
he choked when her head fell back, her lips open on a gasp.

“Take
off your pants.”

She
didn’t have to ask twice, but he didn’t take his gaze from her as she stroked
herself, circling her clit as he shucked his jeans and socks and sat back on
the bed, holding his hands out to her. When she approached, that chiding
expression still on her face, he braced his hands behind him to resist touching
her.

She
straddled him, the insides of her knees sliding along the outsides of his
thighs, and he lifted his hips to brush the tip of his cock against her open
pussy. She gasped and bent her knees to repeat the caress, not touching him
anywhere else, just cunt and cock and knees and thighs. He watched her eyelids flutter
and lifted his hand to the small of her back as she rested her hands on his
shoulders.

“You
want both of us,” he said, so goddamned hard right now, so ready to be inside
her, he’d do anything.

Her
eyes popped open and her gaze met his. “What?”

“You
want both of us to fuck you at the same time.”

Her
pussy was so close, he felt the rush of moisture his words added. She glanced
over her shoulder at Zach, who had his penis in his hand.

“You
want me in your pussy and him in your ass.”

“Ethan.”
His name was little more than a moan, and he thought he heard apology in it.

“It’s
okay, sweetheart. Just today, just so you know what it’s like. We’re both going
to fuck you. It’s what you want, right?”

Jill
could do no more than whimper with longing as Ethan sheathed himself, then
eased back on the bed, then reached for her hips, drawing her over him, his
hair-roughened legs alighting every nerve on the insides of her thighs. He kept
his gaze on her. Behind her, she heard Zach go to his duffle, for a condom,
likely, and hopefully lubrication. Zach had fucked her ass before, had been the
first to do so, but never, never had she thought this fantasy would come true.
Never had she thought she’d be filled by two gorgeous men at the same time.

“Suck
my nipple,” she told Ethan, needing some kind of release now, feeling every
cell in her body expand as if it wanted to soak up the entire experience.

She
didn’t have to ask twice, and bumped her clit against the head of his cock as
he closed his mouth around the tip of her breast, drawing lightly. She gasped
when Zach’s mouth dropped to her shoulder, dragging back and forth in an
open-mouthed kiss as his hands coursed from her waist to beneath her breasts.
He plucked at the nipple Ethan wasn’t sucking and she let her head fall back to
Zach’s shoulder. His shaft rode the cleft of her ass and she angled back a bit
to focus the caress.

“Put
his cock inside you,” Zach said against the skin of her throat. “Then lean
forward.”

Her
heart pounded as she shifted enough to take Ethan’s erection into her cunt,
sliding down slowly so that every nerve tightened in anticipation. Ethan sucked
in a breath and kissed her mouth as he lay on the bed, guiding her over him
with his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t move her hips to slide him in and
out of her because Zach was right behind them, his knees between Ethan’s
thighs. She gasped when he touched something cold to her ass. Lubrication, she
knew.

“Sorry.
Tried to warm it up.”

He
coasted his touch around the tight rosette, and she clenched Ethan inside her.
Zach added more lubrication and slipped his finger into her ass, the
stimulation incredible as the tight ring stretched, and she couldn’t help
sliding against Ethan a little, letting his groin rub against her clit. God,
she wanted to come, but not before she knew what was in store for her here. She
wanted to beg Zach to hurry, at the same time she wanted to experience
everything.

“She’s
going to go off,” Ethan told Zach. “She’s going to go off quick. Christ, she’s
hot.”

“Let
her,” Zach said, touching the tip of the tube of lubrication to her ass. “Flick
her clit. But you don’t come or it will ruin everything.”

Ethan
reached between their bodies to her mons. Her clit was swollen and peeking out
from between her labia. The pad of his thumb was rough as he glided it over the
bundle of nerves. Zach shoved a second finger into her ass, spreading the
lubrication. The hands of the two men bringing her to pleasure sent her over
the precipice.

The
orgasm washed over her in long slow pulses, as Ethan’s free hand stroked down
her back, and Zach’s up her thigh, sensations that only added more layers of
pleasure. She ground her hips into Ethan’s. He snatched his hand away from her
heat and squeezed the base of his shaft so he wouldn’t come. The pulses of her
orgasm hadn’t stopped when Zach removed his fingers and placed the blunt head
of his cock against her ass.

She
tensed a moment, drawing a groan of pleasure from Ethan as her pussy squeezed
him, then lifted her hips just a bit. Zach pressed forward, the smooth head of
his dick breaching her loosened muscles, stretching her, then he drew back in a
gentle tease, dragging along those sensitive nerve-endings. Ethan lifted his
head from the bed and rubbed his lips back and forth along her throat as Zach
pushed deeper into her, and deeper. So much, God, so much. She dug her fingers
into Ethan’s arms.

“You
okay?” Ethan asked huskily, and his words halted Zach’s movement.

She
nodded jerkily. Even if she wanted to say something, she couldn’t form words.

“I
can stop,” Zach said, his voice strained.

She
shook her head wildly and moaned, hoping Zach would understand what she wanted.
She pushed back against him in encouragement. He didn’t move, though, instead
coasted his fingertips from her hips, down her thighs and over the backs of her
knees before sliding them up to stroke the creases between her buttocks and
thighs. How that caress could arouse her so much when she had two men—two
men—making love to her, she couldn’t say. She angled her head so Ethan could
continue his assault on her throat, and Zach shifted forward again, deeper,
God, oh God, the lubrication making it so easy, all pleasure, only a little
pinch of pain, and then he was balls-deep.

Two
big cocks pulsing inside her, and she felt like she was going to be stretched
in two.

“Okay?”
Zach asked, his hands moving restlessly on her ass.

“Just…a
minute.” She needed time to absorb this, to take in every detail. Her pussy
parted over Ethan so that her clit would rub against his groin with every
thrust, Ethan’s cock deep her cunt, only a thin barrier of skin separating it
from Zach’s in her ass. Both men were rock hard, and their breathing was
labored. Their balls had to be touching, and the idea sent her into a tailspin
of desire. The paper she’d slipped into her pocket earlier—Zach wanted to jerk
Ethan off. Ethan would freak, but God, the idea made her even hotter.

“Can’t
hold back long,” Zach said, his hand on the small of her back.

She
nodded. “Okay. I’m ready.”

“I
go on one, you go on two,” Zach said, and a moment passed before she realized
he spoke to Ethan, who gave a sharp nod, the tendons in his throat standing out.
Tension or holding back his orgasm? “One.” Zach pushed forward. “Two.” He
pulled back and Ethan lifted his hips.