She pulled the bow tie from Rogen’s neck and draped it over the chair with his jacket. Then she slowly unbuttoned his shirt while gazing into his eyes. They deepened in color.
She stripped off his shirt, then turned to Vin. Repeated the process.
God, they were just so fantastically built. It was no wonder she craved trailing her fingers and tongue all over their hot, hard muscles. Which she did, starting with Vin.
His fingers twined in her updo as her lips skimmed along his collarbone. Her hands swept over his ribs, up to his pecs, to his shoulders. He released strands of her hair and wrapped his arms around her waist. She stretched and grazed his jaw with the tip of her tongue.
“Kiss me.”
One corner of his mouth lifted sexily. “I’m going to do a hell of a lot more than that. And you know it.”
His mouth crashed over hers, claiming it in his usual aggressive way.
Jewel responded with equal passion. She was fairly sure she’d never come down from the high when in the presence of both men. And when they kissed her.
Dragging her mouth from Vin’s, she glanced at Rogen. He’d already slipped out of his shirt. She gave him a mischievous smile.
“You like tempting me with all that brawn, don’t you?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t want you to get bored with Vin’s wimpy physique.”
Vin snickered.
Jewel unraveled from Vin and her nails skated over Rogen’s torso. Her palms pressed to his chest. His head dipped and his lips tangled with hers in sizzling, tongueless kisses. Then he got serious. Sealed his mouth to hers, their tongues twisting.
When he eventually broke the kiss, she was breathless.
He said, “Let’s take this into the bedroom.”
SIXTEEN
Rogen had been thinking of this moment all damn day. Imagining Vin fucking her while Rogen’s hands were on her, too. She seemed to love it any way they gave it to her. And they both liked making her moan. Making her come.
Christ, she came so fucking hard. They all did.
In one of the bedrooms, Vin slipped the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders and eased them down her arms, peeling the satiny material away. She stepped out of her shoes. Vin removed her panties. Rogen shed his clothes, too, and sprawled on the enormous bed while Vin went for the condoms.
Jewel joined Rogen, crawling toward him on her hands and knees, a lascivious glint in her sapphire eyes.
She positioned herself between his legs and dragged her manicured nails along one of his inner thighs. Up to his balls. The pads of her fingers glided gingerly over his sac, brushing back and forth with a tantalizing, featherlike touch. Making him burn.
Then her fingers curled around his erection at the base. Squeezed enticingly.
He grinned. “Gonna give me another one of your world-class blow jobs?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Suck me good, sweetheart. But don’t make me come.”
Her tongue slid along his shaft, grazing both sides, then teasing the groove at his tip. Rogen kept his gaze on her as he rested one hand at the back of his head on a pillow and threaded the other through her loose curls.
Vin climbed onto the bed, naked and hard. He moved behind Jewel, still on her knees. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, his head dipped, and he started licking her pussy. Her body jolted slightly and she let out a long breath that blew against Rogen’s cock.
Then her velvety tongue whisked over his erection, making it throb in wild beats. She swiped at the drop of pre-cum, swirling it around his skin, tasting him before her lips closed over his head. She took him deep, down to where she gripped him.
Rogen pulled in a sharp breath.
“That’s it,” he said. “Suck my cock.”