Hank squeezed and cupped her tits, pulling at the ni**les until the tips were long and hard. He expected Lainie would let her head fall back, giving herself over to the moment. But she watched Kyle with those mesmerizing copper-colored eyes.
Keeping their gazes connected, Kyle licked from the top of her slit down to the hot, wet heart of her. Once. Twice. Three times.
She trembled.
Three more agonizingly slow passes of his greedy tongue.
Then Hank said, “Switch.”
Hellfire and damnation. He’d just gotten his mouth close to paradise. Forcing him to move seemed like a cruel power play on Hank’s part. But Kyle also understood Hank’s reasoning: proving to Lainie her pleasure was a team effort. Either man could call a halt or switch it up at will. And Hank could be damn sure Kyle would also exercise that option.
Kyle rose to his feet, following the curve of her upper body until he reached her succulent mouth. By the time he stepped behind her, she was rubbing her legs together.
She cried out and Kyle knew that bastard Hank had gone straight for her clit.
Fine. If Hank got her off first, Kyle would be first in line to f**k her. And he wouldn’t tone down his aggressive side. If Lainie expected sweet lovin’, Hank could give her that. Kyle would be the one to give Lainie fire.
“Hank. I’m so close; don’t stop.”
Kyle alternated between watching Lainie’s blissful expression to watching Hank’s head moving between her thighs. Seeing Hank in that position wasn’t as weird as Kyle had imagined. In fact, it was sort of hot.
As Lainie started to come, Kyle pinched her ni**les and used his teeth against her throat. She moaned one of the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard.
Once Kyle was sure Lainie was stable, he said, “Get on the bed, sugar.” He toed off his boots and stripped down. Holding a condom, Kyle looked at Hank and said, “Switch.”
Hank’s mouth opened. Then closed. His jaw tightened. He nodded and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
Fair was fair.
Lainie reclined on the bed on her elbows. Her lips parted. Her eyes looked dark and sated. Color dotted her cheekbones. Those crazy curls surrounded her face, giving her the appearance of a tousled angel.
Kyle ripped open the condom and put it on.
She shot a worried look at Hank, then at Kyle. “How does this work? I mean, am I supposed to—”
“Relax; we’ll ease into it. We ain’t gonna jump on you with the double-rider special first thing.”
A slow smile curled her lips. “Appreciated, although I am looking forward to it.”
Kyle circled his hands around her ankles. “Lookit this body. Shame you ever have to wear clothes, sugar.”
Her gaze dropped to his erection. “You’re not so shabby yourself.”
Hank didn’t utter a sound, but they were both completely aware he was in the room.
“Get up on your hands and knees facing the end of the bed.”
She smirked. “You do like to do it from behind.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“God, no. You know I love it this way.”
“Mmm. There’s something mighty appealing about watching my dick pounding your pu**y as your ass is shaking.”
“Don’t forget how much you like to wrap your hands in my hair while you’re watching my badonkadonk shake.”
“Sure shocked me to figure out you liked that tiny bite of pain.” Kyle leveled a soft slap on her ass as he positioned himself behind her on the bed. He loved the upthrust angle of her ass. The curve of her spine. The dimples above those sexy rounded butt cheeks. He bent forward and tongued the indentations, tickling the fine hairs with his goatee and breathing across the damp spots.
She moaned.
He kneed her stance wider and layered his chest to her back, basking in the power of this position. Normally he didn’t get off on power-play stuff, but with Lainie, his dominant side pushed front and center. Kyle followed the line of her spine with his tongue from tip to bottom.
“Kyle. Stop teasing me.”
“I’ve only just started to tease you.” He took himself in hand, swirling the head of his c**k through the cream gathered at the mouth of her sex.
Lainie pushed her hips back, trying to impale herself.
That action earned her another swat on the ass. “Naughty girl. Behave. You don’t get to be in charge. At all. I’m tempted not to f**k you.”
Hank snorted softly at Kyle’s half-assed bluff.
“No. Please. I’ll . . . behave.”
“Since you asked so nice.” He squeezed her hips in his hands, holding her steady as he plowed into her pu**y in one stroke.
She arched hard. “Yes. God. Just like that.”
He grinned as his shaft eased out. When just the tip of his c**k rested against the opening, he slammed back in.
And stopped.
Her strong interior muscles attempted to draw him deeper into her cunt. But Kyle didn’t budge.
Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Hank strode toward the end of the bed as he loosened his belt. The rasp of his zipper sounded loud in the room, as did the rustle of his jeans and boxers hitting the floor.
Kyle kept still, but not as still as Lainie.
Hank centered himself in front of Lainie. His free hand threaded through her curls and he tilted her head up. “How about you wrap those pretty lips around my dick?”
Lainie’s pu**y clenched around Kyle’s cock.
“That’s it,” Hank murmured. “Open wide, baby, and suck me in.”