Raising the Stakes: Three of a Kind, Book 2 (9 page)

Slowly he reached out to cup a breast with one hand and run a finger over Meg’s slick pussy lips with his other. She jerked.

Her breast nestled against his palm, slightly less than a handful but firm and heavy to the touch. He squeezed gently, aware of the tightening of her nipple between his fingers.

Then he kissed her, pulling her close and running his tongue between her lips, into her mouth. She opened up to receive him. Opened her mouth to his tongue and her pussy to his fingers. As he sipped from her lips and drank from her mouth, he slipped a finger inside her, and meeting no resistance, pushed it further up.

Megan gasped.

God, she was so wet. So responsive. Was she like this with Alex too?

He swiped his thumb over her clit.

Megan yelped into his mouth and came. Her orgasm was swift, a series of sharp, hard convulsions as her inner walls tightened over his digit, and then she relaxed again.

It left him reeling.

Fuck that. He wasn’t ready for the orgasm to die away. More. He wanted more. Wanted to wrench another orgasm from her loins, make her groan in his mouth. Des massaged her clit as he fucked her relentlessly with his finger, kissing her the entire time.

It worked. She convulsed once more. A few powerful clenches of her pussy walls as she groaned into his mouth, and then residual tremors shook her body.

“Christ…” He couldn’t finish his thought, couldn’t speak. He’d never been with a more responsive woman, never been so freaking aroused. His balls ached more with every quiver in her pussy.

Another one
. He had to wring another orgasm from her before he sank into her hot, wet depths.

He pulled his mouth away from hers and rubbed her clit in small, soft circles, asserting more pressure than he had before. “One more time, Meggy-mine.”

He’d make her come a hundred times if his cock would let him. But the damn thing pulsed against his stomach, demanding attention, making him dizzy.

“One more, and then you are all mine,” he promised.

He slid in a second finger and pumped.

Meg flung her head back, her curls falling down her back and over his arm which supported her. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed. Her skin had flushed a deep pink.

Alex had had been a real sport about sharing Meg. It was only fair to somehow include Alex in the action now. “Watch her, Al,” Des growled. “She’s about to climax on my hand a third time.”

“I’m watching,” came Alex’s hoarse response. “I can’t stop watching.”

Meg cried out and came again.

“Christ, she’s so wet,” Des said as Meg’s juices trickled over his hand. “So fucking hot.” He inhaled a few times, trying to regain his balance, his control. “How do you stop from orgasming before you’re even inside her?”

He could blow right here, right now, without her even touching him.

“I don’t always.” Alex gave a husky laugh. “As you’ve just witnessed.”

“Compare notes later,” Meg snapped. At least Des assumed she’d tried to snap, but her voice was clogged with desire, and the command came out as a feverish plea.

“As you wish.” He plucked her up and lay her on the couch. Half of him wanted to kneel on the floor, bury his head between her legs and lick up all that delicious cream. The other half demanded he take her, claim her. Fuck her. Make her his.

The latter half won. He lay on top of her, using his arms to support his upper body. The couch was too narrow for this, but he didn’t care. He’d make do.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. Her thighs wound around his hips and she arched her back, dragging her sodden pussy over his cock. He exhaled in a long, shuddering breath and pushed into her an inch.

“Oh, God. Desmond!” She convulsed around him, her fourth orgasm in as many minutes.

“Jesus, Meggy.” He didn’t wait for the spasms to pass. He slammed into her, burying himself as deep inside as he could get, relishing the clenching of her muscles around his cock. They clutched him as he pulled out, and they caught and held as he swept back in.

Des let her ride out the climax before he drove into her again. She was too damn tight to move anyway. He’d lose control if he had to struggle against the force of her orgasm.

Meg panted beneath him as her pussy relaxed.

Thank fucking God for small miracles. Des withdrew and stroked into her, her channel slick and welcoming. It offered no resistance as he pulled out and plunged back in, found a rhythm and moved with it.

His brain could hardly compute the facts. He was fucking his best friend. Making love to Meg. His Meggy. He was inside her, making her come, making her scream with pleasure.

Dear God. He’d never believed the day would arrive.

He gazed down at her flushed face. Air rushed from her lips, mingling with his breath. Her curls were a wild mess on the couch cushions, and her lips were as inviting as her pussy.

A goddess. Sure as the night was dark, Meg was a goddess.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

Her lids took forever to open, and when they did, she gazed up at him with sensual, desire-filled eyes that had him lengthening inside her.

“Is this real, Meggy?” Maybe it was another wet dream. Fuck knew he’d had a million of them these past weeks.

“I…I’m not sure.” She squeezed her muscles around his cock, as though checking to see if he were really there. “God, yes!”

Whether her words were an answer or a cry of pleasure he wasn’t sure.

He stroked in and out of her, couldn’t help herself. “Feels too damn good to be real.”

“If it’s a dream, don’t wake me.”

Her voice was bewitching. Low, smoky and tantalizing. Like a caress down his spine.

“If this were a dream, I’d be fucking you too.” Alex said wryly. “I’d be balls-deep in your ass right now. But you emptied me, baby. I’m spent. So yeah, this is real.”

“Al?” She twisted her hips, taking Des in deeper as he plunged into her.

“Uh-huh.”

“Your dream becomes a reality next.” She looked into Des’s eyes, connecting them while she addressed Alex. “I want you balls-deep in my ass too.” She blinked. “While Des fucks me.”

“Meg,” Des gasped. “
Fuck
…” She was driving him insane, fueling the fire that already burned like an inferno in his stomach.

Come. He had to make her come again.

It was the sole purpose of his life. His reason for being. He had to give Meg another orgasm. One that didn’t include Alex.

He slipped his hand between their waists and found her clit. It didn’t take much. A little pressure as he fucked her and she dissolved with a sharp yelp.

Again he was trapped, clenched in her convulsions, unable to move.

He grit his teeth. Sweat poured from his chest as she milked him, her orgasm teasing his out.

No way. Not ready. Can’t come yet.

He rode her shudders, waited until they’d passed and then asked, “You like that, Meggy?”

“S-so much.”

“Want me to make you come again?”

Her answer was a hissed yes. “Want you both to make me come.”

Jealousy flared in his chest. “Not Alex. Not this time. It’s just me inside you now.”

“You’re in my pussy.” She licked her lips. “Alex is in my head.”

“But he’s not touching you. I am. I’m the one making you come.” He sounded competitive and childish, but he didn’t care.

“He doesn’t need to touch me.” Meg’s lips broadened into a satisfied smile. “Knowing he’s watching is enough to make me sizzle inside.”

“I am watching, baby,” Alex said. “I’m watching every move. Every orgasm. You’re so fucking hot, you’re making me crazy.”

“Do you still love me, Al?”

“God, yes,”

“Even knowing Des is the one fucking me?”

This answer took longer to come than the last. “I’m jealous as all hell. I wish it was me.”

“It will be,” she promised. “Soon.”

“I love you, baby. But if it were anyone other than Des inside you right now, I’d walk away.”

Meg smiled up at Des, melting his heart. “It’s not anyone else. It’s Des. My friend.” She rolled her hips, taking him deeper.

Much as he wanted to move, pull out of her and ram himself back in, he didn’t. He was still too fucking green with jealousy. “Prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“Prove that Alex can make you come just by looking at you.”

“You sure?”

“Oh, yeah.” He’d prove it was all him. He was the only one making her horny as hell.

She rolled her head over and looked in Alex’s direction.

“You feeling okay, baby?” the other man asked.

She nodded. “Better than okay.”

“You know what I’d do if that was my cock in there?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a long sigh. “God, yes.”

“Then pretend it’s me. Think about what I’d be doing.”

As Des watched, Meg’s eyes closed, her hips jerked and her inner walls flexed around his cock, once, twice, a third time. She emitted a long, low moan, contracted the muscle of her pussy and…

Came.

She fucking came, on his cock, thinking about Alex.

Only this time the convulsions were not quick and sharp. They were long and languorous and went on and on. Pissed off as he was, Des could not keep still. Damn it! He pulled out and thrust back into her, his cock swamped by her climaxing pussy. By God, it felt unbelievable. Unfuckingbelievable.

He drove into her again and again, unable to stop. Her climax, brought about by another man, was going to make him come too. Hard.

Back and forward he rocked, plunging into her repeatedly. Her walls grasped him, caressed him, called him back. He was out of control, moving too slow, too fast, too soft, too hard.

God, she felt amazing. Slick and wet and tight and fanbloodytastic.

She cried out his name and Alex’s, and Alex answered, calling her name. Still she climaxed, her pussy undulating around him, begging for his release.

He couldn’t stop it, no longer wanted to. Trapped in her convulsing channel, he came. So fucking hard he thought he might have a stroke.

He emptied himself deep inside her, the orgasm every bit as mind-blowing as he’d ever fantasized. He came inside his best friend. Inside the woman who’d climaxed around his cock while imagining it belonged to her other lover.

Implausible. Impossible. And fucking incredible. The most unbelievable orgasm ever.

He collapsed on top of her as the final spasms in her pussy died away, and she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.

Long moments passed in her arms, in heaven, before a hand pulled at his shoulder.

Alex.

“Move over.”

Every instinct yelled no, but Des forced himself to reconsider. Alex had shared, Meg had shared. So far, he was the only selfish ass in the room. Much as it went against every grain of his being, he too had to share. Had to give Alex the access he required to Meg.

Des dragged his postclimactic dick from her pussy, each movement extreme torture. Exhausted, he pushed himself off the couch and collapsed on his butt on the floor, leaving the way open for Alex.

Alex turned her slightly towards him, then he knelt, naked, on the floor beside Des. He leaned over to brush his lips over hers.

Meg smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby. You doing okay?”

“Oh, yeah. More than.”

“Was it good?”

She sighed. “So very, very good.”

“Show me.”

“Hmmm?”

Alex was hard, his cock standing erect and proud. “Show me what he did to you, baby. I wanna see.”

Des swallowed. He’d never have considered looking, but now that Al brought it up, damn it, he also wanted to see.

“Anything you want.” Meg smiled her Meg-a-watt smile and opened her legs to Alex’s gaze.

Des stared, dazed, at her puffy pussy.

Alex groaned, drawing Des’s attention.

He looked up at the man.

Alex’s eyes burned. His cock thumped against his stomach.

Meg moaned breathlessly before his heated gaze.

Des watched Alex. Couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“God, your pussy’s so wet.” Alex licked his lips. “So pink and swollen. It’s pulsing, over and over, leaking juice onto your thighs.”

Meg raised her knees higher, spread her legs wider.

“Was he that good?” Alex asked.

Meg whimpered. “Better.”

Des’s chest expanded.

Alex nodded. “I can see. Did you come hard?”

“Very,” Meg wheezed.

“Good for you, baby,” Alex praised her.

“Very good for me.” Meg chuckled softly, telling them both she’d deliberately misunderstood.

Before her laugh died down, Alex buried his face between her legs.

Fucking hell!

Meg shrieked but resisted not at all. Another red flush crept over her neck and cheeks. Her nipples hardened again, and her eyes fluttered closed.

Alex’s moan was muffled, but Des couldn’t miss the slurps or licking sounds as he worked her with his mouth. And then Meg was crying out again and shaking helplessly on the couch as another orgasm ripped through her body.

Her nipples poked upward and she arched her back, pushing herself harder against Alex’s face. Alex was merciless. He didn’t even stop to take a breath.

Meg’s violent shaking continued, on and on, until she finally gasped and rolled over, pushing Alex away.

Alex lifted his head, licked his lips then wiped his mouth, a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

He nodded at Des. “She’s always this sensitive, this responsive after sex. It’s a handy trick to know.”

Des gawked at Alex, unsure what was more astounding. The idea that the man had told him that little tidbit or the fact that Meg’s orgasm had sent blood gushing back down to his cock, making him semihard again.

Chapter Six

The feathery sensation against her cheek roused her.

Megan opened one sleepy eye, scanned her surroundings, and then let the other drift open.

She smiled. “You’re naked.”

Des smiled back. His fingers were on her cheek. “So are you.”

She reached out to trail a hand over his chest, running her fingers over the solid lines of his six-pack. His torso was hairless and absolutely gorgeous.

“I’ve never seen you without clothes before.” The closest she’d gotten to such a treat was their weekend or holiday trips to the beach. Des filled a pair of boardies better than any man ever had. Except maybe Alex. Although she hadn’t been to the beach with Alex yet, so it wasn’t fair to compare.