“God, you two are so fucking hot.” Zeke’s hand stroked up and down his hard cock.
Ty caught his breath as he watched, his own cock still buried within Marie’s tight passage.
“My turn,” Ty said, brushing aside his desire to stroke Zeke’s cock. “Marie, do you want Zeke inside you, too?”
“Yes,” she replied eagerly.
Ty held her close to him and drew her forward. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.”
He felt her long legs twine around him and her ankles cross behind his back. He moved to the desk and turned around, then leaned back against it for support.
“Tell Zeke what you want,” he murmured in her ear.
“Zeke, I want you to fuck me from behind … while Ty is still inside me.”
Ty watched Zeke as he stepped toward them. Zeke’s olive green eyes had darkened. He grabbed a tube of lubricant from the desktop—trust Zeke to be prepared—and he slathered his cock with the gel, then pressed the tip to Marie’s ass.
“Are you ready, sweet thing?” Zeke asked.
“Yes.”
Zeke pushed forward. Ty watched Zeke’s long cock disappear into her ass. Marie sighed against Ty’s shoulder.
Ty gazed into Zeke’s eyes, now inches from his own … and saw a mirror of his own desire. Not just for Marie, but for Ty. Ty was sure of it. Zeke wanted Ty, too.
Before he could freak out about it, Zeke began to move, his cock gliding in and out of Marie. She gazed up at Ty as she clung to his shoulders, desire filling her features.
“I am so close,” she murmured.
Ty lost it. He began to thrust along with Zeke. Marie’s face pressed to Ty’s cheek. Zeke’s face only inches away. His cock throbbed with the need to come again. Marie moaned and her head fell back on Zeke’s shoulder. Zeke kissed her cheek, then smiled at Ty, still with that heated expression in his eyes. Ty could almost believe Zeke was going to lean forward and …
Marie moaned. “Oh God … This feels … so good.”
Zeke groaned. His hand stroked over Marie’s hip, then between them. Ty felt Zeke’s hand stroke down Marie’s stomach to her clit, but at the same time, his fingertips brushed Ty’s cock as it thrust in and out of Marie. Ty gazed into Zeke’s intense olive green eyes. Zeke’s eyes darkened and he turned his hand, then his fingers glided under Ty to cup his balls. As Z
eke kneaded him, Ty sucked in a breath, intense heat washing through him.
Marie gasped. Ty’s balls tightened painfully, then he erupted inside her in a huge explosion of pleasure, catapulting him to a state of ecstasy beyond mind-expanding. He groaned, and Zeke immediately followed suit. As he continued to pump into Marie, pleasure continued to flood through him. She wailed in her own ecstatic orgasm.
Finally, Ty slowed and she collapsed against him. He held her tight, intensely aware of Zeke’s closeness, too.
Ty had never experienced such intense pleasure before.
God, how the hell could he say no to continuing this sexual relationship?
* * *
Ty awoke to the feel of Marie’s soft, warm body snuggled against his chest, her arm around his waist, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. He could feel the wisp of her breathing against his skin. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, then wrapped his arms a little tighter around her.
Moonlight washed across her features, so relaxed in sleep. His heart ached for her. He wanted her in his life. Just the two of them. His gaze shifted to the pillow behind her … and Zeke’s sleeping face.
Zeke lay facing Marie, moonlight glinting off the metal studs in his eyebrow and his dark hair hanging over one eye. Ty had to stop himself from stroking the hair back, then dragging his hand along Zeke’s whisker-roughened cheek. He looked incredibly sexy, his arm slung carelessly across the pillow, his full lips slightly parted.
God damn it, I shouldn’t be feeling these things.
Ty slowly rolled to his back, then carefully drew Marie’s arm from his waist and slipped off the side of the bed. He glanced around the floor, the moonlight barely illuminating his surroundings, and found his boxers. He pulled them on then sought the rest of his clothes, gathering them up in a heap. He couldn’t find his socks in the darkness, so he gave up and simply pulled on his jeans, then turned toward the door, his shirt in his hand.
“Where are you going?”