Stroke of Luck

“At least three times tonight.” She’d worn the red strapless again because she knew it was their favorite. “But if you like it so much, why are you trying to take it off?”

“Because I love looking at your stunning body even more.” Austin nuzzled her neck. “And I’m curious about your underwear.”

He slipped her dress from her shoulders and glided it down to her waist, revealing her black satin bra embroidered with gold thread and edged with delicate black lace. It was part of the set he’d left in a gift bag for her at the spa.

Quinn, who was still rubbing her foot, watched her dress slide away with a fiery glint in his eyes. Then he focused on the swell of her breasts.

Austin wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted while Quinn slid the dress down her hips then off. He dropped it on the floor, his gaze falling to her matching panties that were so skimpy they were mostly black lace edging with a small triangle of embroidered black satin front and back.

As Quinn started on her other foot, Austin captured her lips. The light pressure of his mouth on hers, paired with the sensual feel of Quinn kneading her foot, caused sparks of pure sensation to flicker through her. Austin’s tongue dipped into her mouth, and she suckled on it, drawing it deeper. His large hand glided over her breast, and she arched against him as he caressed, her nipple blossoming into a hard bud.

Quinn massaged up her calves, squeezing and gliding over her skin.

Austin stripped off her bra and let it drop to the floor as he covered her breast again. She arched into the warmth of his hand. Quinn passed her knees and continued up her thighs. Her intimate muscles clenched as a deep yearning to feel him stroke her soft folds blazed to life.

Austin lifted her enough to slide out from under her, then knelt on the floor beside her and smiled. She was now stretched out on the couch, a cushion under her head.

“I think you’re enjoying all this attention,” he said.

She curled her hands around his neck. “Oh, yes. Definitely.”

His lips found hers, and his tongue glided into her mouth again, then swirled deep. She tightened her grip on his neck, holding him close as her tongue stroked his. He tasted of aged scotch and wintergreen.

Then his lips veered sideways, kissing along her cheek, then down her neck. Her skin erupted in goose bumps, flashing along the path of Austin’s light kisses and trembling up from Quinn’s massaging fingers as he moved up her thighs, ever closer to her aching flesh.

Austin’s warm breath washed across her breast as his lips moved up the swell. His mouth covered her swollen nipple just as Quinn’s fingers reached the satin of her panties. Austin teased her hard nub with his tongue. She sucked in a breath, pushing herself deeper into his mouth, then exhaled in a soft moan.

Quinn’s fingertips stroked along the side of her panties, toying with her. She clung to Austin’s head, pulling him tighter as his teasing mouth sent thrilling sensations sparking through her.

Then Quinn stroked over her satin crotch. She arched against his warm hand, moaning in need. He chuckled and cupped her, massaging with a gentle pressure. Heat thrummed through her. She widened her legs and arched again, offering him greater access.

When his hand slid away, she murmured a protest. He stripped off her new panties and crumpled them into a ball, then slid them into his pocket with a smile.

As she watched them disappear, she pursed her lips in a mock frown. “And I was just getting used to wearing panties again.”

Austin released her nipple to the cool air and chuckled loudly. “It’s a good thing Quinn’s on that, then, because that’s definitely not something we want you used to.”

His fingers glided over her cold nub, then his mouth found her other nipple and he lapped at it. When Quinn’s big, warm hand covered her again, his thick fingers pressing lightly, she rocked against them. They moved over her in the same massaging motion. Heat swelled through her, and slickness glazed her intimate flesh. He had to feel it.

Austin’s hand slid down her stomach, then his fingers teased around her navel. He nipped her nub lightly, and she cried out in pleasure. Quinn’s fingertips pressed into her petals, and he stroked her length. Austin flattened his hand on her belly, his fingertips so close to her aching clit.

Quinn’s finger dipped deeper into her folds, continuing to stroke. She widened her legs, needing him inside her. Austin’s hand moved, then his finger found

her clit. An intense sensual blast jolted through her as he teased it lightly. Two of Quinn’s fingers glided into her passage and stroked inside her.

“Ohh,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”

Austin leaned forward, brushing his lips across her temple. “What does, sweetheart?” His finger never stopped stroking her sensitive nub.

“All of it,” she nearly croaked. “Both of you touching me. Making me so wet.”

They both laughed in deep male rumbles.

“We love it when you’re wet, baby.” Quinn dipped farther into her, then curled his finger and drew it out. He licked it, then smiled broadly. “Especially when we can taste you.”

Austin leaned down and licked her clit. She arched and moaned at the feel of his tongue flicking over her. When he straightened again, Quinn dipped down and licked her length. Her fingers twisted in his hair as she held him close to her.

He nuzzled in deep, his tongue curling into her, and lapped enthusiastically. He gazed up at her, his midnight eyes dark and glittering with desire. Then he glided to her clit and suckled.