Dan moved faster and faster, rocking his hips without finesse. She repeated her saliva trick a couple more times, using her nimble fingers to smooth the liquid into his erection, dragging her nipples through the wet. Driving both men to distraction and clearly reveling in it.
Just when Dan appeared on the verge of coming, Spencer yanked her toward him, sliding his arm between her breasts to hold her against the cushions. Dan dropped his head back and with a long groan, finished himself off in his own fist.
Kelly trembled, her breath coming hard and fast. She glanced up at Spencer, her pupils huge. Obviously she needed some relief of her own.
“Now,” Spencer said, giving the other man barely an instant to recover and clean up with the tissues so considerately left on the coffee table. “How are you going to pay her back?”
“You didn’t let me finish right,” Dan muttered, wiping his mouth on his wrist.
“Nope.” Spencer gave him a thin smile, tightening his arm around Kelly. If he’d growledminethe gesture couldn’t have been plainer. “I didn’t.”
Dan glanced down at her, his lips softening into a smile. “You get off on the possessive types, huh?”
She shot Spencer another look, this one almost assessing. “Suppose so.”
“Fingers enough?” he asked Spencer, who promptly shook his head.
“Not even close.”
With a shrug, Dan motioned for her to rise. Spencer let her go and she got up, standing more confidently naked than she had a few moments ago.
More than one of the men in the lounge glanced her way, their expressions avid. She simply didn’t know her own beauty.
“Get on my face,” Dan said as he lay down on the couch, settling himself so that there was room for her to kneel beside his head. Just barely.
Not the sexiest demand ever, but she obeyed. Once she’d perched over Dan’s mouth, her soaked pussy scant inches away, Spencer joined her at that end of the couch and cupped her cheeks in his hands. He stared into her eyes, absorbing her pleasure through her expression. He wouldn’t—couldn’t—watch what Dan was doing, but he registered her enjoyment with each quiver of her lips. She closed her eyes and grabbed Spencer’s hand, holding it between her breasts as her body bowed and swayed against the mouth that held her hostage.
He watched her face, recording every nuance. Needing to know she wanted everything happening to her. When she reached the peak, she shuddered and drew Spencer so close he could almost taste her breath.
Their heartbeats raced against each other. When she finally opened her eyes again, she looked straight into his. And smiled.
“Thank you,” she murmured, laying her lips against his.
“You’re welcome.” As if Dan didn’t exist, Spencer lightly tapped her ass with the flat of his hand. “Just don’t get used to this. I don’t share.”
“Since when?” she asked, and he knew she was thinking about Nina.
He arched a brow. “Since right now.”
If anything, her smile grew. “As you wish.” She glanced down at the man still between her thighs then back up at Spencer with a grin. “Let’s get out of here.”
* * *
“Kelly?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you still alive?” Spencer’s voice held amusement.
Kelly sighed and snuggled against him. She’d happily stay in just this position—among others—for the rest of her life. “Sorta.”
“You fell asleep.”
“No. Just resting my eyes.”
His chuckle made her eyes shoot open. She wasn’t used to hearing him laugh. God, she loved that sound.
“The club wore you out.”