The Billionaires (Lover's Triangle 1)

A moan at the back of her throat over Vin’s mouth on her pussy reverberated along Rogen’s shaft. He shuddered. Told Vin, “Keep her moaning. It feels fucking great against my dick.”

Apparently, Vin put a bit more effort into his ministrations, because Jewel’s whimpers came faster, were a bit heartier.

“Yeah,” Rogen said to both of them. “Like that. Just like that.”

Jewel’s head bobbed and she worked him good, despite the tremors running through her. She palmed his balls, massaged tenderly. His hips bucked. Her teeth gently scraped. Rogen felt the sensations ripple through him. He didn’t tamp them down just yet. It was too damn amazing to be in her mouth.

She clenched him a bit tighter at the root as her body rocked from Vin pleasuring her.

“Make her come,” Rogen told him in a strained voice. “Keep your mouth on me when you do, Jewel.”

Her suckling deepened. She tugged a little on his sac, and his hips jerked. Orgasm beckoned, taunting him. His release was close at hand. So damn close. He wouldn’t give in to it, though. Not yet. Not until he was buried inside her pussy.

She moaned again. Moments later her muffled cry vibrated against his cock and Rogen nearly lost it.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered. Shifted his hand from behind his head and palmed her cheek, easing her away before he succumbed to the tension stretching tight within him.

She gasped for air, her eyes dancing a little, her neck flushing from her climax. She looked over her shoulder at Vin.

“Jesus, your thumb rimming my ass at the last second sends me flying.”

His grin was a cocky one. “Glad to be of service. To both of you.”

Perhaps it wasn’t wise that they were all getting so into this. But Rogen really couldn’t follow that logical path at the moment, because Jewel straddled him, drew him slowly in, and rode him with a gentle undulating of her hips.

Rogen clasped her waist and pressed her firmly to him as he eased into the sensual cadence with her. Lights from the Vegas Strip illuminated the large room. There was no music, no sounds other than heavy breathing, soft moans.

Rogen’s thumb stroked her clit as they moved together, their gazes locked. He enjoyed their new, more fervent lovemaking, without doubt, but he would always prefer Jewel rocking with him in a seductive rhythm.

Vin was still behind her and his hands slid around her. He palmed her breasts, caressed with the same languid pace.

“Yes,” Jewel whispered. Her hands covered Vin’s and he massaged a bit deeper. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”

She broke the eye contact with Rogen as her lids drifted closed. Her head fell back on Vin’s shoulder. Her lips parted, her small cries falling from them.

She was the most erotic vision Rogen had ever laid eyes on. So beautiful, so consumed by passion.

Rogen had to concede that both he and Vin had taught Jewel to own her sexuality. To trust when to cave to it. To let it rush through her veins and into her heart and soul.

Seeing her like this not only made Rogen harder but also brought forth evocative emotions. Most of which had always stuck with him when it came to her. Some of them new and deeper. More mature. Because he and Jewel weren’t sixteen years old anymore.

Vin’s tongue swept over the long, graceful column of her throat.

Jewel murmured, “You both know the perfect erogenous zones.”

Vin nipped at her skin just below her ear. Rogen stroked her G-spot with the head of his cock.

“Yes,” she said. “Right there.” Her hips rolled. Her breathing picked up.

Rogen rubbed her clit a bit faster.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Rogen. Vin. Oh, God…”

Rogen felt the quivering inside her.

Vin must have felt the tremors, too. Against her neck, he said, “Come for us.”

“Yes.” And then she let out a rasping moan and nearly squeezed the life out of Rogen.