Three of Hearts (5 page)

I panted and moved my head in the negative. “Please no, god, no.”

Lucas spanned my waist with his hands. Now four hands were touching my body. It was shocking and carnal and sublime. He bent forward and put his mouth on my belly, and the muscles there jumped at his touch. He paused, eyes closed, and breathed in. “You smell so damn good, Haylee.”

Oh dear Lord. That just made me melt even more, and my legs shifted on the bed. Lucas kissed my hipbones, laying a trail of kisses across my tummy between them, then hooked his thumbs into the top edge of my boy shorts. He looked up at me.

My eyelids felt heavy, my body filled with warm languor. Our eyes met though, and I read the question.

The sweetness of their willingness to continue to check in with me and confirm my participation only seduced me more. Somewhere in the back of my head I knew this was probably a bad idea, but I was drunk—no longer on alcohol, but on sensation—and I felt safe with them. My two best friends, men I knew cared about me. Although not like this. Never like this.

I wanted this. I wanted more.

“Do it,” I whispered.

Lucas held my gaze steadily as he began to tug my panties down over my hips. I lifted my butt, pushing back into Ben’s big hard body while he toyed with my nipples. He caught them between his thumbs and forefingers in gentle, rhythmic pinches, sending streamers of hot liquid pleasure right to my core.

Right to where Lucas was now staring as he slowly dragged my shorts down over my thighs. I bent my knees up toward my chest and he whisked the underwear over my feet and tossed them aside. Suddenly a little modest, I lowered my feet to the mattress, keeping my knees together. He circled my ankles with his fingers, so gently. His rough fingertips caressed the sensitive skin behind each ankle bone, but he took his time, a faint smile touching his lips. Anticipation sizzled under my skin, that hot ache between my legs intensifying.

Ben’s mouth on my neck, my ear, my hair, his hands on my breasts tugging my nipples into stiff, aching points, and Lucas’s caresses on my ankles stirred my senses up into something raw and tender and deliciously expectant. My mouth opened with a hunger that echoed the ache in my pussy, but still Lucas moved with tantalizing slowness, running his hands up and down my calves. When his fingertips brushed the backs of my knees, I jolted. When he lifted my feet higher and brought them to his mouth to kiss the insteps, first one, them the other, his gaze fixed on mine the entire time, I shuddered.

“Christ, you’re so responsive,” Ben muttered in my ear. He licked the side of my neck. “Feel good, sweetheart?”

My mouth had gone dry and the word came out choked. “Y-yes.” I swallowed and wet my lips, making Lucas’s eyes flare. “So good.”

He continued to caress my calves, then his hands slid up past my knees and once more parted my thighs. Heat washed down over me from my hairline to my toes as he exposed my sex to his gaze. His mouth went full and soft as he looked at me.

I thought I might die of the fire that licked along every nerve ending on my body. Our chorus of labored breathing filled the room, the only light the television flickering mutely. None of us said a word. Ben’s breathing was loudest in my ear, his hands squeezing my breasts with erotic pressure. Lucas closed his eyes briefly, almost reverently.

I read the signs of their arousal, and it thrilled me to my core. I dragged my tongue across my lips again, my breasts lifting in Ben’s hands as I fought to breathe. Then Ben broke the silence with a raspy, “Lick her pussy.”

Lucas’s gaze flicked up to Ben. The corner of his mouth lifted, then his eyes met mine again. I struggled to focus on him, my body quivering so hard. “You want that, Haylee? Want me to lick your pussy?”

Helpless, hypnotized, I nodded.

“It’s so pretty,” Lucas said, and I didn’t know if he was telling Ben or giving me a compliment. Or maybe both. He leaned closer. More heat shimmered beneath my skin. I’d never been studied so intently, so intimately. I’d never watched a man’s eyes glitter and his cheeks flush as he stared at me there, and my stomach did a flip of excitement that I was getting that reaction from him. Me.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and my hips lifted off the bed.

“Oh yeah,” Lucas said on a small laugh. “Greedy little pussy. You want it bad, don’t you?”

I couldn’t stop the noise that escaped my throat, a sound I’d never made before, something raw and dirty and pleading.

I loved dirty talk in bed. Some guys are good at it, some just sound gross, and others don’t say a word. Lucas was good at it. As in,
good
.

“Look at you. Pink and swollen. Shiny wet.” Blunt, callused fingertips brushed over my lips there. The ache behind my clit deepened and my ass squeezed with the urge to lift myself up to him, so shamelessly needy. “Your clit’s hard.” He circled it with one fingertip.

More heat blazed through my body. I whimpered.

“Christ, I want to taste you,” he murmured, his attention still focused there raptly. “Wanna see if you taste as good as I think. As good as you smell.”

“I was sweating up on stage a few hours ago. I’m probably not, um, very fresh.”

He laughed. “You smell fucking fantastic.” He pressed his cheek to my inner thigh, lightly abrading the tender skin there with his beard stubble. He turned his face and opened his mouth slowly on my thigh, and I watched his tongue come out and lick me as he laid kisses up toward my center.

My breathing suspended, my lungs burned, and my body trembled with the anticipation of his mouth on me.

“Oh yeah.” Ben’s voice rumbled in my ear. “Fuck yeah, lick her pussy. And then it’s my turn.”

Lucas gave Ben a gleaming-eyed look, then kissed me between my legs, the same long, slow, open-mouthed kisses he’d given my thighs. He kissed up and down on each side, his eyes drifting closed again. His hands came into play, settling on my inner thighs to part me wider for him. His warm breath fell on me, and his tongue came out to stroke slowly. “Soft,” he murmured. “So smooth and soft.”

The Brazilian wax that had been part of my salon makeover now seemed totally worth the agony and embarrassment and the upkeep. The drag of Lucas’s tongue over sensitized skin sent pleasure rushing through me in hot waves. Another rough, needy sound slid from my mouth.

Ben continued to play with my breasts, and he settled us deeper into the pillows. His fingers squeezed and tugged at my nipples until they felt hot and throbbing. That only heightened the echoing ache in my womb, my entire body a hot glow.

“Sweet nipples,” he whispered in my ear. “Look how hard they are.” He flicked one and my abdomen clenched hard in response.

Lucas gave me more slow, melting licks, his fingers separating and probing my flesh. His murmurs spoke of appreciation as he tasted me, and thick, honeyed pleasure flowed through my veins.

He slid one long finger inside me, and I clenched around that incursion, moaning again. Ben kissed my neck and shoulder as he fondled my aching breasts, and Lucas’s tongue slicked over me.

Mindless with rapture, my eyes fell closed and I turned myself over to it, to the sensation, the pure delight of being the center of their attention. It was intoxicating. Addictive. Seductive.

In some corner of my mind, I recognized the risk we were taking. An inner voice was screaming,
What the fuck are you doing?
I ignored it, ignored all thoughts of what was going to happen after this, tomorrow, and every day after that when we had to work together. There was just this moment, and I was living in it.

The ache inside me deepened, a painful emptiness that needed to be filled. I needed to come, so bad. I reached for Lucas’s head and slid my fingers through his thick hair. Heat coiled inside me, and I arched my back, pushing my breasts farther into Ben’s palms. “God,” I whispered. “Oh god. Lucas . . .”

He licked around my straining clit, teasing me unbearably. My fingers tightened in his hair. He grunted and then his tongue slid right over my clit. I jolted, hard, hips lifting.

“Oh yeah! Please . . . more . . .”

He flicked his tongue over the swollen bud again and again, a steady rhythm that my body picked up and soared with. That coiling heat tightened even more, higher, hotter. Ben’s fingers pinching my nipples brought me higher still. Everything inside me pulled up taut and for a moment I was suspended on a peak of agonizing pleasure. Vaguely I knew I was making soft, whimpering, pleading sounds, and both guys were whispering lovely dirty words of encouragement.

Ben whispered in my ear. “Beautiful. Come for us, Haylee.”

“Your pussy’s squeezing my fingers,” Lucas groaned, then resumed his tongue action on my quivering clit.

And I exploded against his mouth, with soft wails and gasps of delight, pleasure spreading from my core in hot waves. Lucas opened his mouth over my clit and sucked, prolonging the waves so they went on and on until my body went lax and boneless. I pushed at his head frantically, my clit so sensitized I couldn’t bear any more. “God, stop. Can’t take―”

He lifted his head, and I tried to focus my blurry vision on him. His lips were wet, his face flushed. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. Ben wrapped his arms around my middle, hugging me to him tightly, his face pressed to my head.

Lucas stroked my thighs. “Jesus Christ, Haylee. That was incredible.”

Incredible. Yeah. That was a word. I couldn’t make my lips form words, though, so I gave a tiny nod and closed my eyes, head falling back to Ben’s shoulder. I breathed in shallow pants through my mouth, my arms atop Ben’s around me, clutching him. I felt Lucas moving and then sensed his heat, his scent, as he came closer, then his mouth found mine for a long, sweet kiss.

“I could fucking do that all night,” he whispered against my lips. “Wanna make you come again. Wanna make you come until you see stars.”

“Might be there already,” I managed to whisper. His mouth smiled against me.

Ben growled. “Back off, buddy. I get a turn to make her come apart.”

I licked my lips, tasting myself on them. Lucas moved away, and through half-open eyes I saw them exchange another one of their looks, long and loaded. Their incomprehensible interchange fascinated me.

“Sure,” Lucas drawled. “That means I get to suck on those pretty nipples.”

My head still spun enough that thinking was difficult, but I figured out they apparently weren’t done with me yet. My respiration was nearing normal, but my body still felt too relaxed to move. “Not sure I can take any more.” I shifted in Ben’s arms to turn and look at him. His dark scruffy jaw was right there. “Um . . . You guys . . .”

What the hell was I supposed to say? What was I supposed to offer in return for that incredible orgasm? Did I offer blow jobs for all? Were we actually going to all have sex together? How did that work with three people? Incredibly, my stomach did another roll of lust at these scattered thoughts.

“Relax, Haylee.” Ben pressed his lips to my temple. “We only do what you want. We wanna make you feel good.”

“I feel so good I can’t move. But . . . that’s not fair. In fact, it’s weird.”

They both laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile too. A shiver of relief worked through me that we could all still laugh together. Because I had no frickin’ clue what I was doing and where this was going and what the
hell
was going to happen tomorrow.

“You guys . . . I want you to feel good too.”

Lucas’s wicked eyebrow rose. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I just . . .” More uncertainty overcame me. But really, at that point I would’ve done whatever they wanted, I think—I felt that good.

“Don’t worry about us,” Ben said.

“But . . . but is this how threesomes go? I think you guys should at least take your clothes off.”

Once more they chuckled.

“Helluva good idea.” Lucas reached behind his head to grasp his T-shirt and pull it off. He sat on the side of the bed and tugged off his boots. After they landed on the carpet with two thuds, he stood, hands at the buckle of his low-rise jeans. He was one sexy cowboy with his silver buckle and broad expanse of muscled bare chest. With masculine flicks of his wrists and fingers, he unfastened his belt and buttons and pushed the jeans down over lean hips, along with his boxers.

My eyes widened as I watched him, fascinated. Yes, I’d seen Lucas shirtless before. He had a beautiful chest, with a faint dusting of golden-brown hair between his pecs and ripped abs from his conscientious workout routine. His arms bulged with muscles too, and as my gaze dropped, I took in his narrow hips and strong thighs and . . . an enormous erection. My heart did a funny bump in my chest, and my eyelashes fluttered as if I was embarrassed or afraid to look—even though I wanted to so badly.

He gave his thick penis one stroke, and my pussy clenched hard again. Already.

He knelt on the bed and reached for me, pulling me away from Ben, up onto my knees too and then we were hugging, body to body, naked skin to naked skin and my every nerve ending sang with voluptuous pleasure. His hand curved around my neck and up into my hair, cupping the back of my head, and he kissed me.

I set my hands on his strong shoulders, opened my mouth to him, and pressed my breasts to his bare chest. Bliss blazed through my body as Lucas’s fingers tangled in my hair and his tongue slid into my mouth, caressing mine.