Slowly, I withdraw, grimacing as I leave the snug clasp of her body. All I want to do is delve inside her again, but I need to think.
With a hand still buried in the silk of Kate’s hair, Marcus hauls her up to stand on her knees and grips her jaw with the other. “Swallow.”
With their gazes fused, she does. He drags his thumb across her mouth again, his eyes burning. Then he lowers his head and furiously consumes her mouth like he didn’t come less than a minute ago. Like he’s nowhere near done with her. Like he’ll never get enough.
She softens against him, opening her arms and parting her lips in welcome. He takes everything she offers, then wrenches away, breaths heaving. “Is your pussy sore, baby girl?”
“Never enough to say no.”
Holy shit. Marcus wants her again? Already? Oh, yeah. He’s well on his way to being hooked.
I try not to smile. “You want a condom, buddy?”
“You on the pill?” he asks her.
Kate shakes her head regretfully. “I can’t take it. I get sick.”
That’s good news I didn’t expect. Once she commits and consents to start a family, we can get her pregnant immediately.
Slow down, dude. She’s having a hot fling with two guys far away from the judgmental eyes of her family, coworkers, and society. There’s no guarantee she’s ever going to be your shared wife and the mother of your children.
My inner id wants to tell my voice of caution to fuck right off.
She blinks at me, her expression uneasy. Clearly, she needs reassurance, and Marcus looks too torqued up to soothe her.
“We understand,” I promise, nuzzling her neck and skimming my hands down her warm body. The feel of her, the scent of sex, the memories of pleasure… It all combines to have more than my interest rising again. “Don’t we?”
“It’s not a problem.” Marcus finally scrapes together the words she needs.
A relieved smile crosses her lips. She drops a worshipful kiss onto my shoulder and turns back to Marcus, who’s cradling her breast and thumbing the hardening tip.
“I’ll take that condom,” my pal says.
I press a kiss to Kate’s palm, then meander to the suitcase before slapping the foil square in Marcus’s hand. “You’re welcome.”
He doesn’t bother with words, just grunts as he rips into it impatiently.
This just keeps getting better. When Marcus is really hooked, his verbal skills go out the window.
This time, I don’t bother to repress my smile as I take Kate by the shoulders. “How are you feeling? Really?”
Her tears are long gone, and the most beautiful smile breaks across her face. She looks light, relaxed, glowing. Happy, even. “Amazing, thanks to you two.”
I brush a kiss over her jaw, the corner of her lips, the tip of her nose. “You ready for more?”
“Yes.” She skims a hand down my chest, over my abs, then curls her hot fingers around my eager inches. “Looks like you are, too.”
As she strokes me in a slow tease, I suck in a steadying breath. “Hell, yes.”
“Hurry,” Marcus barks as he rolls the latex over his cock and carries Kate to the bed. “I need to fuck you, baby girl.”
He throws himself across the mattress and splays Kate on top of him, her thighs on either side of his hips.
As he impales her in one rough stroke, she lets loose a tortured groan, head tossed back, and clutches his shoulders. Marcus grips her ruthlessly and sets a harsh, blistering pace that has her digging her nails into him and shrieking.
I can’t merely spectate. I need more of this, of her, of us together.
Hurdling my way onto the bed next to them, I cup her nape and tip her chin up to me. “Is your jaw sore, sweetheart?”