I approached the bed and unbuttoned my blouse. “Maybe he’s intimidated by my tongue.” I addressed my husband, but caught Seth’s chocolate gaze in challenge.
Collin huffed. “Hell, I’m intimidated by your tongue.”
Seth shifted from foot to foot, glancing between us and chewing the inside of his cheek. Somewhat boyish in his attractiveness, his appeal was most notable in his dark, brooding eyebrows and pouty lips. His lean physique matched Collin’s. A runner’s build, slim on muscle, but his long legs and soaring height gave him the illusion of strength.
Seth studied me for a weighted moment with a maddening mix of heat and hesitancy stewing in his eyes. What was he thinking? I held my breath and his gaze.
He blinked, gripped the back of my neck, and shoved his tongue past my teeth.
Alrighty then. A bit forced, but I welcomed the roughness, meeting his tongue thrust for thrust. His lips mashed aggressively against mine, his fingers digging into my neck. His other hand caught my laced-covered breast, squeezing with the same bruising pressure as his kiss. I liked it, perhaps a little too much.
I reached for his erection, and my hand bumped into Collin’s fingers where he was unrolling a condom over Seth’s rigid girth. The need thrumming from their shallow breaths fueled mine. In a few moments, I would be writhing beneath all their sweaty, aroused flesh. The anticipation spurred me to bite Seth’s lips and grind against his hard-on while imagining a different body, a stronger, more powerful one encased in racing leathers.
Collin yanked his hand away before my groin made contact with his fingers. I laughed, breaking the kiss with a shiver. “Pussy.”
“Skank.” The look he gave me was as deep-rooted as our friendship, one that bore the same private smile and mischievous eyes from our childhood amidst dismal dinner parties and stuffy classrooms.
With a grace bred into every genteel fiber of his body, he rose to his feet. His expression, however, was anything but formal as he devoured the quivering movements of Seth’s torso with his eyes at half-mast. “He’s all yours.”
Silly man. As long as he was in the room, his lover would never be all mine. I lowered to my knees, wrapped anxious fingers around Seth’s engorged cock, and licked the tip.
Just like that, my brain rushed through the images of the man who plagued me. He would have a thicker cock, perhaps uncut with veins pulsing beneath my fingertips. A hard, formidable mystery, a man who fought things that were deadlier, fiercer, and more uncivilized than anything in this room. For years, I’d stood alone, toe-to-toe against powerful men. How I wished to have an invincible man on my side.
As Seth pushed into my mouth, the funky taste of latex assaulted my tastebuds. I breathed through it. Either this or Oral HPV. No deliberation there, given the extensive number of partners we shared.
I fondled and sucked until the tang of rubber faded. Hollowing my cheeks, I worshiped him with hard pulls and a flicking tongue while pumping a fist at the base. Collin ground his own wrapped cock against Seth’s hip, inches from my face. So damned tempting to curl my fingers around it and make him yelp.
His hands swept the other man’s chest, abs, and ass in urgent strokes, their tongues battling together in an open-mouth fusion of masculine arousal.
Their combined musk charged my inhales, spurring me to suck faster, harder, until a visible tremor rippled through Seth’s legs. He spread out his feet, revealing Collin’s fingers thrusting in and out of his ass. Seth wouldn’t last long.
I stood, wobbly on the heels, and unzipped the skirt. It fell to the floor. My blouse and panties followed. As I reached behind and unclasped the bra, Collin released Seth’s lips with a teasing lick and nodded toward the bed.
My nipples peaked against the chill in the air, or perhaps at the sensual sight of Collin stroking Seth’s dick. His strokes stopped with a tight grip, and his gray-blue eyes caught mine.
Christ, Collin was breathtaking. Midnight-black hair, damp from a recent shower, combed back in perfect, short waves. The slender bone structure of his face suited his refined public image, but his blunt, square chin better fit the man I knew privately.
A dimple appeared in his cheek. “You ready for him?”
Not ‘Are you wet?’ Poor guy refused to acknowledge the mechanics of a cunt, which made teasing him oh-so diabolical. “I’m dripping, throbbing, gaping—”
“All right. Enough.” His tone was clipped, but the creases fanning from his bright eyes gentled his regal features. “Get your soft little ass on the bed.”
“Always with the soft shit. Maybe I should shoot up testosterone and grow a beard.” We shared a smirk, and he rolled his eyes to the ceiling, shaking his head. Then I glanced at Seth. “What do you think? Is my body too soft?” Was I fishing for compliments? Maybe. But I never had to question our other partners, their ardor distributed equally between Collin and me.