As Cash slowed his pace and shortened his strokes, Dylan lowered his mouth to the top of her sex, laving her clit with his tongue. His face was inches from Cash’s cock, and he must have been licking more than her clit because Cash suddenly released an agonized groan.
“That is one talented tongue,” he rasped at his friend, those blue eyes dark with desire.
“You know it.” Chuckling, Dylan sat up and began stroking his own shaft again.
Jen reached for him, more than happy to help him out, but to her shock, Cash’s hand beat her to it.
He pumped his friend’s c**k harder than she would’ve ever dreamed of doing, but Dylan didn’t seem to mind. The blond SEAL groaned, his head lolling to the side as he pushed his erection into Cash’s hand.
Heat pulsed between Jen’s legs. These men were going to kill her. They weren’t fulfilling just one of her fantasies, but two, and as unbearable tension seized her core, she rocked her hips to meet Cash’s hurried thrusts. It didn’t take long for her to explode, and Cash wasn’t far behind.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His big body trembled, his expression filling with rapture. The climax had him sagging forward. His cheek brushed over her nipple, tongue darting out to lick that tight bud as his hot breath warmed her skin.
When he withdrew, she whimpered in disappointment, longing for that feeling of completion. Then, remembering she had another man just dying to complete her, she turned to Dylan with a faint smile. “What are you waiting for?”
“You sure, Blondie?”
“Mmm-hmmm. I want you inside me.”
His green eyes smoldered. “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees.”
Despite the fact that her muscles had turned to jelly, she managed to roll onto her stomach and prop herself on her hands and knees. The mattress shifted again. Cash knelt in front of her and brought his semi-erect c**k to her mouth.
“Tease me for a bit,” he said huskily.
Her tongue came out to explore just as Dylan moved behind her. She moaned when the tip of his c**k brushed over her swollen opening. She had no idea how many times she’d come already, but the second he drove into her, she knew another orgasm was imminent, especially when he adjusted his angle and hit a sweet spot she hadn’t known existed.
“Oh, honey, you’re tight,” Dylan mumbled.
He rammed into her with absolutely no finesse, while Cash rubbed his hardening c**k against her lips. The mattress squeaked out a reckless rhythm as Dylan pumped into her, hitting that spectacular spot with each stroke. Ripples of pleasure gathered in her belly, growing stronger when Dylan reached beneath her and strummed her clit with his thumb and forefinger.
Jen came with a loud cry. The second her lips opened, Cash pushed his now-stiff c**k into her mouth. He pumped his hips, once, twice, and then he moaned and come spurted onto her tongue. A third groan joined the mix and Dylan’s sweat-soaked chest layered over her back as he shuddered with release.
Erratic breathing heated the air as the three of them recovered from the sexual tornado that had just swept through the room. As she fell forward on her elbows, she heard hoarse laughter—it took her a second to realize it had come from her.
“Are you all right?” Cash asked in a surprisingly tender voice.
She lifted her head and met his eyes, another laugh tickling her throat. “Three words,” she croaked, her entire body throbbing with lingering pleasure. “Best. Ménage. Ever.”
“You realize you haven’t stopped smiling all morning?” Cash leaned in the bathroom doorway, watching Jen brush her hair in front of the mirror. That shit-eating grin on her face widened when their eyes met in the reflection.
“I can’t help it,” she answered. “I keep thinking about last night.”
Yeah, so was he, but he doubted the reason for his preoccupation aligned with Jen’s. That threesome had taken things to a whole new level—he and Dylan had crossed a line he hadn’t imagined they’d ever cross. And sure, there hadn’t been any awkwardness last night when Dylan left, but the tequila had still been burning a path through Cash’s veins at that point.
Now, sober and in the light of day, he didn’t feel as confident.
Memories of last night kept flashing across his mind: Dylan’s mouth surrounding his cock, the hard length of Dylan’s erection pulsing in his hand…
Christ. How would he ever look his friend in the eye again?
“You’re not happy.”
Jen’s strained voice interrupted his troubled thoughts, and he met her eyes, confused by the flicker of shame he saw there.
“Oh God. You think less of me, don’t you?” she blurted out.
“What? Of course not.”
He came up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, lacing his fingers over her flat belly as he leaned in to kiss her neck. Her silky blonde hair tickled his chin, the sweet scent of it filling his nose.
Jen continued to watch him in the mirror. “So you don’t think I’m a huge slut for sleeping with your best friend last night?”
He had to smile. “Not at all.”
Distress crossed her face. “Having sex with two men at the same time isn’t normal, Cash. It’s…deviant.”
Now a laugh escaped his mouth. “Deviant? Come on, you don’t actually believe that, do you?” He hurried on before she could answer. “You know what kind of raunchy shit happens behind closed doors? What we did last night was probably vanilla in comparison to what other deviants do.”