Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas 9)

Yes. Perfect.

Then he reached around and drew the lips of her pussy apart.

“Fuck. Yes.” Jardin crawled forward and laid on his stomach between their legs. “Play with her tits while I make her come. I may not come up for air for a while. A long fucking while.”

24

Christ. She was certain they were trying to kill her.

Death by orgasm. It had to be a thing, right? Because Jardin’s mouth was utter sin. The things he was doing with his tongue . . . fuck. Combined with how expertly Carrick was playing with her nipples, she hadn’t ever felt anything like it.

She was dead. Totally and utterly dead.

They teased her, drove her up to the brink then drew back, leaving her panting and wanting more. She writhed between them. She needed to come. She was desperate.

“Please, please,” she begged.

Jardin removed his mouth from her pussy, and she cried out in protest. His lips were wet with her dew as he stared up at Carrick. “What do you think, should we let our girl come?”

“Hmm, I think she’s been good enough.”

“Me too.”

Oh, yes. Thank fucking Christ. Jardin lowered his mouth to her pussy again, his tongue flicking her clit with firm strokes and he pressed two fingers inside. She clenched down around him as she came, screaming her pleasure. No doubt everyone within a mile radius could hear her, but right at that moment she didn’t care.

Jardin brought her down with soft laps of his tongue while Carrick caressed the skin of her neck with his mouth.

Shit. Shit.

Then Jardin sat up. “Want a taste?” he asked Carrick.

“Fuck. Yes.”

Jardin moved in, placing his hand around the back of Carrick’s neck and they kissed. And she swore she came again. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Nope. Wait. Watching Carrick wrap his hand around Jardin’s dick was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Jardin pulled back with a groan. “Hands and knees, Thea. Carrick is going to fuck you while you suck me off.”

Her eyes flared open. “Yes, Sir.”

The smile he gave her was everything. Carrick moved off the bed and grabbed his pants, pulling a condom out of the pocket and slipping it on his massive dick. Seriously, how were they both so big?

Jardin sat back against the headboard and spread his legs. She knelt on her hands and knees and stared down at his huge dick. Then leaning in, she licked the top of it.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” Jardin groaned. “Take me into your mouth like a good girl. That’s it. Suck me. So fucking good.”

She felt Carrick move behind her. One hand grabbed her hip to hold her steady as he penetrated her. Slow and steady. She clenched down around his cock.

Shit. Shit.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Carrick groaned.

“You should feel her mouth. Fuck me, I’m not going to last.”

Pleasure flooded her at their words.

Their praise. She wasn’t going to lie. Feeling wanted and attractive was heady. It wasn’t something she’d often felt. She continued to suck Jardin off as Carrick pulled out then thrust deeply. God, he was hitting her G-spot perfectly. Every surge sent her spiraling higher and higher.

“You’re coming again with us, baby,” Jardin commanded.