Brenna whimpered, and Thorn dropped a palm to Brenna’s exposed breasts, cradling one, thumbing its hard nipple. Cam watched with burning eyes, his fingers busy between her legs. Her pale skin was flushed, her head tossed back on Cam’s shoulder, and with legs spread, it was a pose of utter surrender.
Shit, the burn incited by that view was about to eat Thorn alive.
“Do it,” Thorn prompted again. “I want to see you make her come.”
“Can I taste you, Brenna?” Cam whispered against her neck then dragged his lips across the sensitive joining between her neck and shoulder.
She shivered, shuddered then nodded. “Please…”
Thorn expected Cam to lay her flat on her back on the sofa and hunker down between her legs. He didn’t. Instead, he ripped off his shirt then turned Brenna to face him so she straddled his lap.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
Brenna did, feathering her mouth over Cam’s, a brush, a lingering swipe, then a deep sharing of tongues while the detective’s hands roamed her back, her ass. And Thorn, hovering right beside them, was caught in the ultimate peep show, aroused out of his mind and loving it completely. What a wild trip.
Suddenly, Cam eased out of the kiss and caressed her. “Very nice. Would you be a sweet girl and let me see you kiss Thorn again?”
His gaze zipped over to the detective’s. He’s getting off on this too. Holy shit!
Her lashes fluttered shut against rosy cheeks, but a long moment later she nodded. Then she turned to him with hazel eyes dazed yet rich with sultry thoughts. He wanted to pounce on her, fuck her now. He wanted to see what would happen next just as bad. Decisions, decisions…
Thorn thrust his fingers into her honey brown hair and used the long strands to guide her mouth under his. He slanted his mouth over hers, struck fast and deep and hard until she writhed against him and moaned. God, he could smell how wet she was, and it was going right to his cock.
When they broke apart, Thorn looked down to find Cam’s white teeth nipping at Brenna’s pebbled nipples. One after the other, then a soft suck, a brush of his tongue.
“Do that to her pussy,” he demanded again.
With seeming reluctance, Cam lifted his mouth away from her breasts and slithered down on the leather sofa, until the back cushion propped up just his neck. Then he guided her to stand on her knees.
And suddenly, her pussy was right over his mouth. Hot damn…
Cam lifted his head and began devouring Brenna. She tossed her head back, gripping the back of the sofa. The curly ends of her hair teased the top of her ass, and Thorn wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything hotter. A flush crept across her whole body, and she began to pant, drawing in huge drafts of air.
“Oh my God…” Her voice trembled. She clutched at the sofa even tighter.
Thorn watched Cam’s head move and bob between her legs and Brenna respond with utter abandon—and he nearly lost it. The time for being a spectator was gone. Now he wanted participate.
“Fuck, I need to taste her.”
Cam turned his head to nip at her thigh. “She’s about to come.”
“I want my tongue on her when she does.”
With a shake of his head, Cam refused. “Wouldn’t you rather have her come around your cock?”
Was he suggesting…?
“You want me to fuck her pussy with your mouth on it?”
“Just a suggestion, man. If you want to be part of the experience, it was just a thought. Otherwise, I have no problem lapping it all up for myself.”
As if to prove his point, Cam opened his mouth and sucked her clit inside. Brenna shrieked and grabbed the sofa cushion even harder.
“Cam…” she managed to eke out between panting breaths that lifted her breasts.
She was close again, and he was feeling uncomfortably close just watching them. He wanted to be in on the action. Fuck it. If Cam wasn’t weirded out by having a man’s dick near his mouth, Thorn refused to be weirded out by the fact another man had his mouth near his dick.
Like everything about this experience, he just needed to flow with it. What the hell…
Shucking his shirt and toeing off his shoes, Thorn dug into his wallet. Thankfully, another condom waiting just for the moment. He tore off his jeans and donned the rubber sheath in a handful of seconds.
He’d better hurry. Brenna’s shrieks were becoming wails and pleas to a higher being.
“Hold her off. I’m almost there.”
“No!” she protested. “No, I need…”
“We’ll make sure you get it,” Thorn vowed. “Just ease off a bit, man, until I get in.”
Thorn didn’t wait for confirmation. He stood behind Brenna, smoothed a flat palm across her back and gently pushed her down until her head rested on the back of the sofa.
He now had the perfect angle to slide into her pussy. And he didn’t waste any time.
Gripping her hips, he slid inside Brenna, deep—all in a single glide. She was like hot silk, melting his spine and resistance all at once. How the hell was he supposed to hold out when he was already jacked up and she was all around his dick, shooting pleasure all through his body?
He reared back, plunged in again. And sucked in a shocked breath. Damn! So he repeated the process again. And again. Those old clichés about seeing stars and shit? Apparently that was true.
Then Cam started eating her pussy again, this time like a rabid animal. Every time the detective sucked on her clit and pulled it in his mouth, the walls of Brenna’s sex pulsed, tightening until pushing into her was a workout in itself.
Sweat slicked his back. She was so damn tight, and the friction was overwhelming. She was going to short-circuit him in seconds. And still she kept clamping down on his cock the more Cam aroused her. Would he survive her actually coming?
Like a madman, he began pounding into her, pushing against the constriction of her pussy with long, ferocious strokes. Absently, he noticed that his balls were hitting something but with a brain so focused on the woman beneath him, it took a minute to realize that something was Cam’s chin.
Oddly, the thought didn’t repulse him. Not exactly. An odd shiver of tension wound its way up his spine. For a minute, he lost his rhythm, and Brenna clamped down again, this time so tight, she pushed him out.
She cried out in protest. Thorn flatly cursed and tried to reach between them, find his dick and push it back inside her. His hands shook too badly.
A moment later, he felt another hand grab his dick. Hot, large, knowledgeable as it stroked with just the right pressure in just the right place. Cam. Holy shit!
“What the hell are you doing?” he barked and tried to back away.
Cam had a tight hold on his cock, pumped him with his fist once or twice. It was like pouring electric juice in his veins. His system sizzled, damn near fried. Shock. Had to be shock.
Why did it feel so fucking much like pleasure?
Thorn gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to toss back his head with the overwhelming sensations. He struggled and tensed but Cameron tugged again, swiping a thumb over the sensitive crest once, twice.
With a curse ringing in his head, Thorn lost the battle, stared at the ceiling and hissed in a sharp breath through his