Stroke of Luck

“Oh, yes,” she cried, pulling him tightly to her.

Beside her, Austin had released his cock from his pants. It sprang out, rock-hard and ready. She grabbed it, loving its hefty weight in her hand. She squeezed and stroked as Quinn continued to suckle softly.

She tugged on Austin’s member, drawing him closer.

“Quinn,” she said in a trembling voice. “I’m going to suck your friend’s cock now.”

Quinn watched her brush Austin’s cock against her lips.

“Do you want me to do that?” she asked, her body trembling from the rising pleasure he was giving her.

“You know I do, baby,” he murmured against her wet flesh.

She opened her mouth and took Austin’s cockhead inside, to his groan.

Quinn’s mouth lifted, and she rocked her hips, wanting him back on her.

“But I doubt you’ll have time to finish the job,” Quinn said with a grin. Then he dove down on her again.

She squeezed Austin in her mouth and drew him deeper, the pleasure thrumming through her from Quinn’s suckling leaving her light-headed. Austin helped by gliding in and out of her mouth in short, slow strokes. She glided her tongue over his crown, lapping at it as Quinn lapped at her.

Pleasure pummeled her now, and she squeezed around Austin’s hard shaft.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” Austin groaned. “That’s so good.”

She arched against Quinn’s mouth as pleasure spiraled higher. Then he glided two fingers deep inside her and began to pump.

She moaned around Austin’s cock, then began to suck. Quinn’s fingers thrust over and over as his tongue quivered over her clit.

Blissful sensations surged through her with a blinding intensity. She squeezed Austin in her hand and sucked harder, then stiffened as her body exploded in ecstasy. Quinn kept his fingers thrusting into her and suckling her nub. As she shuddered her release, Austin groaned. Hot liquid flooded her mouth and trickled out the side of her lips.

She fell back on the couch, letting the afterglow wash over her. Austin drew his deflating cock from her mouth, then leaned in and kissed her. Then he turned and slumped to the floor, sitting on the carpet with his legs outstretched.

Quinn took a last lick, then kissed up her belly to her breasts. He licked one nipple and suckled for a moment, the bud hardening in his mouth. Then he nuzzled her neck and finally found her lips.

The kiss he gave her was deep and poignant, filling her with an intense need to join with him.

“Make love to me, Quinn. I want to feel you inside me.”

His midnight eyes grew darker, and he stood up, then scooped her into his arms.

“Come on, Austin,” he said as he carried her into the bedroom.

24

When Quinn laid April on the bed, her naked body still carrying the soft blush of the orgasm he and Austin had given her, his heart ached.

She was his wife. She was in his bed, her blue eyes begging him to fuck her. And his friend was by his side. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

He stripped off his jacket, then his shirt and tie, his focus on her the whole time. Her hungry gaze as she watched him strip sent heat blazing through him. His cock, already swollen with need, pushed against the constraining fabric painfully. He unzipped and dropped his suit pants to the floor, then shed his boxers. She reached out her hand as he stepped forward. When her fingertips brushed his tip, he felt he might explode on the spot. He wanted her so badly.

She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked as he knelt on the bed and arched his leg over her. He stared down at her as she pumped up and down his straining erection.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he said, his words strained as he kept a tight leash on his need to drive into her. “I love it when you touch my cock.”

She smiled. “I think you love it when I do this, too.”

With one hand still firmly around his shaft, she glided the other over her lovely rose-tipped breast and toyed with it. Stroking lightly at first, then flicking her fingertips over the hard bud.