Amber Eyes (Wild 2)

Kaya gripped his arms. “Show me, Hunter. Please. I want to do this for Jericho.” Then another thought occurred to her. She cocked her head to the side. “Would it bring you pleasure to watch me satisfy Jericho?”

“Yes,” he growled. “Very much so.”

Her breasts tingled and began to ache in anticipation. “Show me what to do.”

He hesitated for a moment and then carefully pushed at her shoulders until she went down on her knees in front of him. She was eye level with his groin, and she began to understand what it was he was trying to tell her.

He placed one hand on top of her head and he grasped his cock with the other hand and slowly guided it toward her mouth.

“Open for me, honey. Let me inside your mouth.”

Her lips parted instantaneously and he slid inside, just as he’d done earlier between her legs. Only she could taste him. Inhale his masculine scent and feel his hardness on her tongue.

“Be careful of your teeth. Suck but not too hard. Relax and let me slide all the way in.”

She listened carefully to his instructions, but she soon grew impatient and began to move on her own. He grew larger and harder between her lips, and she explored each ridge and vein with her tongue.

He groaned even as he thrust to the very back of her throat.

All too soon, he withdrew, his heavy breathing fogging the mirror again.

“Why did you pull away?” she asked around swollen lips.

“Because I liked it too much and you wanted to do this for Jericho. He’ll be in the living room. Go on out and find him.”

She rose but reached out to fondle the heavy sac between his legs. Her fingers explored the texture and softness of the puckered, hair-covered skin.

“You’re going to kill me,” he said in a strangled voice.

“Are you going to watch?” she asked curiously.

“Oh yeah, I’m going to watch and fantasize that it’s me you’re sucking off.”

Satisfied that he’d in some way be included, she left the bathroom, still nude, in search of Jericho. She found him on the couch, dressed. She smiled in anticipation of removing those pants.

He looked up when she walked around in front of him. His eyes glittered when he saw her naked body, but he quickly tried to mask his arousal. Her lips twitched as she fought her smile of triumph. He didn’t want to chance hurting her, but he had no idea what she had in store for him.

She knelt on the floor in front of him and wiggled between his slightly parted knees. She rested her elbows on the tops of his legs and studied him for a long moment, absorbing the way he looked at her.

Then her gaze dropped to the discernible bulge at the juncture of his jean-clad thighs. Placing her palm on the inside of his leg, she ran her hand up to cup his groin. He sucked in his breath then reached to pull her hand away.

“Please, honey, have mercy. There’s only so much a man can take.”

She stared at him from underneath her lashes and carefully extricated her hand from his grasp. His pupils flared in reaction when she unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper down.

“Are you going to help me?” she asked softly. “Or do I have to do all the work myself?”

“Holy hell,” he breathed.

He lifted his hips and allowed her to peel the denim away. His underwear came with it, and his erection sprang free then lay heavily on his lean belly.

Rising to her knees, she leaned down and ran her tongue up the length of his arousal.

“Kaya, what are you doing?” he groaned.

“She wanted to pleasure you,” Hunter said from across the room.

“I asked him how,” she said as her hand curled around the base.

Jericho’s brown eyes gleamed in amusement. “So I have Hunter to thank for this?”

“I’ll try not to suffer too much over here,” Hunter said dryly.

Jericho tucked his hands behind his head and leaned back, his eyes narrow slits as he stared down at Kaya. “By all means, don’t let me interrupt your fun.”

She levered his stiff erection downward, tucking the head just inside her mouth. Her tongue circled the crown then lapped over the slit at the tip. She drew away in surprise as a bead of moisture slipped onto her tongue.

“See what you do to me?” Jericho asked huskily.

Tentatively she flicked her tongue out to catch another droplet, savoring the taste.

“Take him slow and deep,” Hunter said. “Just like I showed you, honey.”

Lulled by the arousal in both the men’s voices, she guided him inside her mouth, sucking lightly as she drew him as far in as she could. Jericho arched his hips off the couch, his entire body bowing. His eyes closed, and deep lines appeared with the strain.

His hands flailed and then caught in her hair. His fingers immediately gentled and stroked against her scalp, separating each strand as she worked her mouth over his cock.

“Deeper,” Hunter ordered huskily. “Yes, like that. Now hold it. Breathe through your nose and swallow.”

Jericho moaned and trembled violently against her when she followed Hunter’s instructions. Delighted by his response, she went through the process all over again.

“She’s a quick study,” Jericho rasped out.

Hunter’s low chuckle sent a thrill down her spine.

Firming her grip around the base, she rolled her hand upward, following her mouth.

“Oh yeah, just like that. Harder, just a little harder,” Jericho breathed.

She chased her hand with her lips, swallowed against the tip and then withdrew again. Foregoing her teasing, she picked up the pace, exerting firmer pressure as she tormented him with her tongue.

His hands flew down to the couch. His fingers curled into the cushions, going white around the knuckles as he clenched harder.

“Kaya, honey, I’m going to come.”

She realized this was her warning, that he meant to spare her if she didn’t want him to release in her mouth. She was equally determined that he give it to her. All of it.

She fondled his swollen testicles with one hand while she gripped his cock with her other. Breathing deeply through her nose, she sank down over him, swallowing convulsively when he bumped the back of her throat.

He tangled his hand in her hair, gripping so tightly that she winced as it pulled at her scalp. He held her in place as he took over the pace. No longer was she controlling the movements. He thrust in and out of her mouth in a near frenzy, and then he stopped, locked deep in her throat.

Warm fluid spilled onto her tongue, filled her mouth. She drank deeply, tasting him, swallowing the very essence of him.

Jericho caressed her hair, stroking her as she stroked him with her tongue. Then he looped his hands underneath her armpits. “Come here,” he said as he hauled her up against him.

Their mouths met in a fiery clash. He kissed her, hot and breathless, his tongue dueling with hers. With a quick motion, he turned her and laid her on her back on the sofa.

He was spreading her legs even as he lowered his head. A lightning bolt shot through her pelvis when he licked from her entrance to the fold of her soft hood.

“Come in my mouth like I came in yours.”

She shuddered against his lips, but he held her firm, covering her with tiny kisses, nips, then soothing her sensitive flesh with laves of his tongue.

“Jericho!” she cried.

And suddenly Hunter was there, his hands threading through hers and pulling them over her head. His mouth found her breasts while Jericho tormented her endlessly.

It was all so new to her. These sensations hadn’t existed until the first time she’d seen the two men. From the first, they’d stirred something to life in her that had lain dormant. They called to the woman when for so long, the beast had ruled.

“Come,” Jericho whispered again.

Her hand curled into Hunter’s hair as every muscle tensed in preparation for the explosion. The room blurred around her.

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?Oh, please.”

She didn’t even know what she was begging for. Mercy? More?

Their names came out in a sob. Her body convulsed and she felt their hands on her, soothing and calming. They kissed her and murmured to her, their voices soft and husky.

Her entire life she’d wanted this. A sense of belonging. The sheer rightness she felt overwhelmed her.

And then Jericho raised her, picking her up into his arms. He tugged her down as the two of them lay on the couch, their legs entwined. Hunter moved away, content to let them have their moment as he tended the fire.

“Thank you,” Jericho murmured against her hair.

She smiled. “Thank Hunter. He taught me.”

Jericho chuckled. “You’ll forgive me if I refuse to thank another man for the best damn blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”

She snuggled deeper into his arms, sated and complete. His steady, reassuring heartbeat thudded against her ear.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Chapter Seventeen

Two days later, Kaya’s patience had reached its limit. Though the men were exceedingly tender with her, neither had made a move to mate with her again. She wanted the same bond with Jericho that she’d established with Hunter. Taking Hunter into the most intimate part of her body had established a permanence in their relationship, at least in her eyes.

The cougar lay curled on the couch between the two men as the fire crackled in the hearth. The human inside waited impatiently until finally she could wait no longer. The cat rose and jumped from the couch, her paws silent on the wood floor.

The two men moved as she shifted, and Hunter held out a blanket as he always did when she came shivering to form, but this time she ignored him and walked straight into Jericho’s arms.

She fused her lips to his and twined her arms around his neck, telling him precisely what it was she wanted—no, demanded.

Jericho groaned. “Ah, honey, you make resisting you impossible.”