Page 36 of Kiss of Smoke

Alec groaned and thrust into Lachlan, grinding against him. Lachlan speared his fingers through Alec’s hair and tugged Alec’s head back, then nipped at Alec’s jaw before muttering in the other man’s ear. “I need to finish what I started, hmm?”

“Aye,” Alec gasped, his eyes heavy-lidded and his cheeks stained with color.

Lachlan used his free hand to squeeze one of Alec’s taut buttocks, then delved his fingers between Alec’s cheeks and did something to make the other man give a sexy, plaintive cry. “You still ready for me?” Lachlan said gruffly.

“Never…stopped…being ready.” Alec’s accent turned ready to reddy, which fanned the flames already threatening to consume me.

Just when I prepared for them to continue, Lachlan released Alec and both men looked at me.

Alec’s smile was pure wickedness. “Och, lassie, you’re wearing far too many clothes.”

Before I knew what was happening, male hands were everywhere, tugging and unbuttoning. Pulling my sweater over my head. Sliding my jeans down my legs. My bra disappeared, then my panties, and two sets of gleaming eyes fastened on my sex.

Lachlan slid a knee between my legs, spreading me open. “I only got a taste of this pussy before. I want more.”

Alec stroked my thigh, his fingers moving in lazy circles as he lifted his gaze to mine. “She tastes like candy. Sweet as sugar on my tongue.”

“Wider, lass,” Lachlan murmured, settling between my legs and running a burning golden gaze down my body. He looked at me the same way he did Alec, with a fierce possessiveness that seemed to sear my skin.

I opened my thighs, lust rippling through me in waves. I’d never been so wet. So ready and desperate to be touched. My body hummed, primed for him to lower his mouth and deliver on his promise.

Instead, he ran a finger down my slit, teasing my lips apart.

An involuntary moan rose from my chest. I lifted my hips, silently begging for more.

He stroked through the moisture slicking my lips, then pushed a long finger inside me, gliding easily.

“Please,” I begged, arching up so his finger plunged deeper.

He rubbed his thumb over my aching clit, making buttery warmth suffuse my sex. His accent thickened. “Tell me what ye need, lass.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Your mouth. Please.”

His golden eyes gleamed with pleasure. “As my lady commands,” he said, then lowered his mouth to my clit and sucked.

My body jerked, my hips lifting. “Oh…God. Oh, Lachlan, that’s so good.”

“He’s just getting started,” Alec said, still stroking my thigh. He gazed at Lachlan’s broad shoulders with smoldering eyes. “Our Lach’s got a talented tongue.”

That was an understatement. In short order, Lachlan had me thrashing and moaning, my mind blanking as I bucked and writhed. He replaced his finger with his tongue, spearing me in short, fast strokes before switching to long, sensual licks that made my sex clench over and over. I lost control of my body, my hips rolling brazenly against his mouth as I sought more contact, more friction, more everything.

And he gave it to me, lapping me up greedily. Like he relished my taste as much as Alec had.

Alec began stroking himself, his big hand smoothing up and down his cock as he watched Lachlan drive me crazy. “Told you she tasted amazing.”

Lachlan lifted his head, his eyes slitted with lust. “Better than anything. I could eat this pussy all day.” He pushed two thick fingers inside me, then lowered his head and continued lapping at my sex.

My vision went blurry as my orgasm gathered. But I blinked hard, struggling to hold it at bay. I wanted this to last as long as possible. To prolong the pleasure.

Lachlan moaned loudly, his mouth vibrating hard against my splayed sex.

I lifted my head and caught my breath. Alec still gripped his cock, but he’d reached under Lachlan’s body and now his hand pumped Lachlan’s shaft, too. His arms moved in a steady rhythm, his biceps flexing as he worked both Lachlan’s shaft and his own.

It was hotter than I could have ever imagined. I watched, riveted, my gaze flicking between his muscled forearm pumping his cock and his other muscled forearm thrusting under Lachlan’s hips. Lachlan groaned with desire, the sounds traveling straight into my core. My clit throbbed, and I let my head drop back as my release hovered just out of reach.

“Come for me,” Lachlan growled, plunging his fingers deep. He tongued my clit, licking and sucking the center of my desire as he thrust his fingers faster, drawing wet sounds from my sex. “Come now,” he ordered, and I did, my passage clamping hard and my orgasm sweeping over me like a hurricane. My back arched as waves of pleasure pulled me under.

When I resurfaced, Lachlan sat on his heels between my legs, his head thrown back as Alec stroked him. “Fuck,” he rasped, his chest heaving. “Fuck, yes, like that.”

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