11
Even in the darkness of the club, Paul got the message and released her.
Momentarily.
After aiming a narrow-eyed glance at Spencer, he turned her around to face him and captured her lips. They stung from the force of her teeth biting them but Paul’s mouth was warm and comforting. Familiar. He tasted of Wrigley’s gum just as he had years ago and she soon found herself wrapped in his arms. He kissed her deeper and she relaxed into his embrace, still reeling from her climax.
Still reeling, period.
She’d never thought sex could work like this. Not for her. But here, she knew which man she wanted beyond tonight and she still responded to Paul. He was a good kisser and her body was so wet, so ready, it was as if she’d been primed to sensation.
Anysensation, coming from any direction. And she liked Paul. He was a decent guy.
Plus there was that whole really horny thing.
Part of her expected Spencer to haul her away from Paul as if he were a child grabbing back his favorite toy. Or turn on his heel and march out, though he was the one who’d gotten her into this scene in the first place. But he didn’t. He came up behind her and drew her back against his hard, muscled frame, rubbing his prominent erection over her backside.
She moaned, caught between them both, aware that Paul’s hands had started roaming again and so had Spencer’s, though this time he was the one to claim her breasts.
Spencer’s breath sifted through her damp hair. “We can take this as far as you want. Once more.” He sucked her lobe into his mouth, used his teeth. “Then you’re mine.”
She shivered and closed her eyes. He’d do this again—all the way, probably, if she wanted it—but it was for her. The question was, whatdidshe want?
Her eyes flew open again as Paul’s fingers walked up her inner thigh, hesitating only briefly before rocketing. She swallowed, sure she had to be soaked, her certainty increasing when Spencer twisted her nipples. The link between her breasts and her pussy sent desire flashing through her like a forest fire, hungry and all-consuming. She moaned again and the sound broke into Spencer’s mouth as he dragged her head around for a wild kiss.
Their tongues thrust and sparred and she soon lost track of where—and whose—hands were touching her. They seemed to switch places, the texture of their caresses changing. All she knew was there were fingers inside her pussy, palms abruptly squeezing her breasts, and the dual assault hazed her mind with lust.
Paul picked that moment to drop to his knees and use his mouth for something else entirely. Stubble brushed her inner thighs, tantalized her damp flesh. And then his tongue was inside her, his breath flashing hot over her cleft.
“God.” It was too much. She’d just come. Her clit was still sore, but she was revving up again. “I can’t.”
“You can, and I’m going to watch you,” Spencer murmured between kisses. It was as if they were alone, his gaze burning just for her. He stroked her throat, his touch laying claim. “But this time, I won’t only watch.”
Kelly quivered, both from Spencer’s hot encouragement and Paul’s newly ratcheted-up attack. The only thing keeping her standing was Spencer’s arms, and his sexy whispered praise against her cheek when she ended their kiss to breathe. She fought to stay standing even as her vision blurred. She felt like a torch, blazing for everyone to see.
She’d never been able to have multiple orgasms, not back-to-back like this. With a while between, sure. But this was too fast. Except it wasn’t, and the telltale tightening in her core proved it. It built swiftly, riding the edge between pain and extreme pleasure, until Paul’s fingers thrust inside her at the same moment Spencer closed his mouth around her nipple through her dress. A hoarse cry ripped from her throat as she came again.
Overcome, she let her body sag, hoping someone would be there to support her. Thankfully they were.
“Turn around,” Spencer said, his hands doing the honors for her when she couldn’t coordinate her limbs enough to manage it. His zipper lowered and she jolted from the head of his cock pressing against her sensitive pussy.
“We’re going over to that couch,” he said against her neck.
She nodded, docile and spent and more cooperative than she’d been…well, ever.
She almost mentioned Paul. It wasn’t right to leave him out. She knew Spencer would make surehewas taken care of, but she owed her ex-boyfriend at least a hand job for that incredible orgasm.
And tonight she didn’t want to pull away, as he’d pulled her away from Dan.
Nowtherewas a question she’d never expected to have to ask her lover.Do you mind if I let Paul come in my hand? It’s only fair.
But Paul led the way to the couch, sprawling in front of her and undoing his zipper. His thick cock jutted from his boxers and he peeled them away as if he were revealing a gift. He was big, she remembered that much. Spencer had nothing to worry about in that department, but she’d definitely be giving her cheeks a workout. From Paul’s expectant expression, she was reasonably sure a hand job wouldn’t be enough.
She didn’t glance back at Spencer, because apparently the two men had coordinated how this scenario would work. Somehow she’d missed their cues. Or maybe guys had an instinct for this sort of thing.
She clearly didn’t, however. When she knelt, Spencer dragged her back up until she was bent forward with her legs spread and her weight supported by the cushions on either side of Paul’s hips.
“Uh uh, you’re not done yet. Now that cunt’s mine.”