No wonder artists talked about love being the best inspiration; it was true.
He could finally show the world what Macie meant to him. Who she was to him and who he was to her. How she looked at him with love. Love he’d been searching for his entire adult life.
Trevor grinned at her. “Been waitin’ for this day for a long time, precious Gem-stone.”
“Yeah? Well, I am a little nervous, so be kind, okay?”
Trevor moseyed over and cupped her face in his big hands. Warm, full lips pressed hers before his tongue snaked inside.
Gemma jumped when she felt Cash move in behind her. “Easy.” His fingers curled into her hips and he nuzzled his face in her hair.
Trevor licked and nipped at her mouth and pulled back with a sigh. “Kind? Huh-uh. I wanna f**k you like an animal. I’m gonna show you the dark side of lust.” His lips came down on hers and he leisurely unbuttoned her blouse. Cash peeled it down her trembling arms. Then Cash unhooked her bra and her br**sts tumbled into Trevor’s hands.
Gemma’s head rested on Cash’s shoulder, his long hair drifted across her bared skin in an erotic tease as Trevor tongued her ni**les. Cash breathed heavily in her ear, slowly sliding his hands down to unsnap her jeans.
A flash of heat speared between her legs and she moaned.
“I love the sound of a woman’s pleasure. It’s gonna be a long night. We aren’t even to the good stuff yet,” Trevor said, kissing a path to where her jeans gapped. He inhaled.
“Mmm. Love the smell of wet pu**y. Help me take her jeans down, Cash.”
Cash tugged and her pants slithered down her legs.
“Let’s get you warmed up.” Trevor’s first two fingers slipped over her mound and into her sex. Deep. He added another finger, wiggled and pumped, filling the room with the juicy sucking sound of her excitement.
Gemma widened her stance and tipped her neck to the side giving Cash better access.
Trevor withdrew his hand and finger-painted up her torso, following the line with his mouth. He wiped the wetness on her ni**les and sucked it off, moaning his enjoyment.
“Cash, finger f**k her while I eat these delicious tits.”
“Gladly.” Cash ground his c**k into her ass as his hand moved between her thighs.
He whispered, “You’re wet. This is makin’ you hot.”
“Yes.”
“Good. You wanna get off fast? Or have me draw it out?”
“Fast. Please.”
“I knew you’d say that.” He plunged three fingers inside her pu**y, then brought those some three wet fingers up to her mound. He opened the hood of skin covering her clit with his two outside fingers, while the middle one stroked the small button. Tapped it.
Rubbed it fast, the way he knew she liked it.
Between Trevor sucking and biting her ni**les, and Cash’s expert attention to her clit, she couldn’t hold back. The pulsing started and she came with a startled gasp.
After the throbbing slowed, Gemma opened her eyes. Trevor grinned at her. “Good warm up?”
“Great warm up.”
His hand traced the lines of her collarbones and up the center of her throat. He brushed his fingers across her lips. “Open up. Suck your juices off my fingers.” Then he slid all three into her mouth. “That’s it. I wanna see you enjoying your sweet cream.”
She sucked, tasting herself on Trevor’s rough knuckles. She lapped at his fingers, trying to discern the salty taste of his skin from her musk.
“That’s sexy as hell.” He eased them out and said, “Cash? Your turn.”
Then Cash’s fingers slipped inside her mouth. She licked his thick digits, rolling them over her eager tongue, removing all traces of her taste. Suddenly Cash pulled his fingers out and smashed his mouth to hers, vigorously sucking her own juices off her tongue. Bringing the flavor into his mouth and swallowing it.
Gemma’s head swam in a burst of pleasure.
While Cash kissed her, Trevor licked a path up to her ear. He kneaded her br**sts, plumping them together. He whispered, “I want to f**k your tits. Grease them up and straddle your face so you can suck my balls while I’m sliding my c**k here.” His finger demonstrated. “It’ll be hard and fast. I’d come all over your br**sts and your belly. Then I’d start all over again.”
Gemma shivered from the erotic whispers in her ear and the kiss assaulting her mouth. She broke away with a gasp.
Trevor chuckled. “I think she’s ready for more. Want me to show you something fun?”
“Yes.”
“Cash, strip. Both of you get on the bed.”
As they disrobed and stood side by side, Gemma was amazed at how different Cash and Trevor’s bodies were. The lighter tone of Trevor’s skin compared to the reddish-golden hue of Cash’s. The hair sprinkled on their thighs and arms, and the thick nest of curls between their legs. The sizes and shapes of their cocks—not that she could complain on either front. Still, she felt a little distressed the first time she’d seen Cash completely naked was in front of another man. But her distress was short-lived when four rough-skinned male hands caressed her everywhere.
“On your hands and knees, Gem-stone.” Trevor paused and looked at Cash. “You sittin’ on the fence this go-round or are you ridin’?”
Cash smiled. A bit cockily. “Oh. I’m ridin’.”
“Good. Get on your knees at the head of the bed.”
Gemma complied, trying to slow the beating of her heart and the slight fear laced with curiosity.
“Where are you gonna be?” Cash said.
“At the foot.” Trevor’s callused fingers raked the sole of her foot. Then meandered up her calves and the backs of her thighs, tapping the inside of her legs for her to widen her stance. “Or should I say, at the rear.”
A long, wet tongue swiped up from Gemma’s pu**y to her anus. She gasped, turning to see Trevor standing behind her. He said, “Suck him, while I suck you. I assume you ain’t opposed to a little ass play, since I’m gonna be in it soon?”
“No. Oh GOD.”
Then Trevor was rimming her hole with his tongue, wiggling it inside, tickling the knot of nerves while his fingers delved into her wetness and slipped higher to masterfully stroke her clit.
Hands were on her head. Cash’s c**k was in her face. He growled, “Take it all.”
Gemma opened and sucked him to the root. He began to thrust into her throat. She closed her eyes and just let herself feel the hot, kinky, overwhelming sensations of animal lust, the taboo experiences she’d only dared imagine.