I take her mouth again and seize her nipples one at a time through the cotton. Her gasp is a reward all its own. So is feeling her tips tighten. I can tell by touching her that she has amazing tits. I need my hands on them, my mouth all over them, my dick between them. I need to squeeze them, nip them, and mark them with my seed.
Restraint goes out the window and I tug her nightgown down on one side, then the other, gratified when I’m able to shove it under her gorgeous tits and it sags around her waist. Fuck me, she’s the ultimate visual buffet. I want to devour her. It’s just a matter of where I start.
“These nipples…” I pinch one between my thumb and fingers, twisting and pulling.
She arches up to me. Her legs part wider. “They’ve never been this sensitive before.”
Is she saying she’s never been properly aroused?
I scrape my finger over the top of one, then give it another tug. When she looks like she’s drowning in pleasure, I do the same to the other breast, reveling in her cries.
“She’s swelling,” Josh mutters thickly. “Tightening around my fingers. Her clit is hard as a button. I’ll bet it’s sweet like butterscotch.”
I’ll bet he’s right, and I’m dying to find out.
“You going to come for us?” I ask thickly against her neck, plucking at her nipples again.
“I can’t stop it,” she whines.
“We don’t want you to.”
“Let go, sweetheart,” Josh encourages. “Right into my hand. We’re here.”
Kate’s breathing accelerates. The rise and fall of her pinkening chest is as fascinating as the way her pretty nipples stab the air in silent pleading. God, if she gave me the chance, I’d be at them half the day and all fucking night. They’d be in my hands, on my tongue, in my bite as I filled her with every hard fucking inch of my cock over and over until she cried out in exhaustion. Even then, I wouldn’t have any mercy for her overworked tits or sore little pussy. Neither would Josh. Separately, we both have crazy-high sex drives. Together, we’re relentless. Another complaint of Taylor’s.
The way Kate is responding now…I don’t envision any pushback tonight. Especially when every breath is choppy and audible, and she’s looking at me with a heavy-lidded panic that tells me explosion is imminent.
“Give in,” I growl. “Give it to us.”
Her thighs tremble. Her lids slam shut. Her body stiffens. Then she lets out a wrenching, keening cry every fucking person on this floor can probably hear, and I don’t give a shit. Goddamn, she looks beautiful in pleasure, her pale hair falling over my arm and onto my sheets as she takes the punishment to her nipples from my rough touch, right along with the rhythmic coaxing of her clit from Josh’s thumb. Her hips lift, her toes curl, her scream goes on, only getting higher and more intense as her orgasm continues.
Holy fuck, I want more of her.
Finally, she lets out a long, shuddering sigh and collapses into my arms, panting and perspiring and looking at us like her whole world has just changed.
Good. Mine has, too. A glance tells me Josh is all in for whatever happens next, even if this train comes off the rails and turns into a wreck of epic, rubbernecking proportions. Right now, I don’t care that we work with Kate or that Josh and I have already traveled down a twisted-as-fuck road to heartbreak with Taylor. I’m all for making this threesome happen, even if it’s just for tonight.
With the last of my patience stripped away, I stand and set Kate on her wobbling legs. Sputtering, Josh glares at me like he wasn’t done with her and doesn’t appreciate my interruption.
“I need her pussy,” I rasp out.
“Marcus…” Josh tries to reason with me.
That’s not happening. He pushed and prodded until I gave in. Now he can deal with the consequences.
I shake my head. “Help me.”
Josh sighs, then complies, yanking the little gray sheath down her body. I urge her to step out of it. Once she’s bare from head to toe, I lift her, spilling her onto the bed and setting her in the middle. Then I shove my way between her legs, take her hips in my hands, and lift her swollen pussy closer. My oral fixation takes over. I plant my mouth on her with a tortured groan.
Kate yelps and tries to wriggle away. “I’m sensitive.”
“Good. You’ll get to orgasm faster.”
“Again? I don’t usually more than once a night.”
I snort. “You do now.”
Then my patience evaporates because, before we’ve even penetrated Kate, I already know this will be the best sex I’ve ever had. Greedily, I take her against my tongue and settle in, intending to stay until I gorge my fill. That’s going to take a long while.