Page 62 of Wrangled Up

He sucked Tucker to the root without hesitation. Tucker’s thighs quivered, his muscles straining. He dug his fingers into his lover’s scalp and guided him back and forth on his dick.

“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Claire plunged her fingers between her thighs, caressing her wet folds as she looked on.

Tucker couldn’t have stopped his grin from devouring his face if he’d tried. Christian working him with his skilled mouth and Claire fingering her clit in time to their rhythm…it was fantasy times ten.

Pressure escalated in Tucker’s core until he had to bite off his groans, for fear of alerting Aunt Letty as to their activities. Group sex wasn’t exactly conventional around these parts, but he couldn’t care less.

He pounded into Christian’s mouth. The head of his cock struck the back of his lover’s throat. With only a grunt of pleasure, Christian took him. Claire reached under Christian’s legs and ran her fingers in the spots that Tucker wanted to touch.

Hell, for months he’d wanted to bury his face in the shadowy area beneath the man’s balls and learn his taste.

Tonight. Now.

In another minute.

Want claimed his control, and he felt the first rush of orgasm. Spurts jetted from his cock. Normally, they’d shoot into the air or into a condom. But this time, Christian caught them. Gulped them down, milking his shaft expertly.

Tucker brayed with bliss. He held Christian’s head to him as he surrendered it all. Body, heart and soul.

Chapter Nine

Christian continued to suck Tucker’s long shaft, drawing on it gently. Flicking it with his tongue. He slipped his tongue down the underside, over the spot he’d seen his friend apply pressure to with his fingers.

Tucker bucked. Opening his eyes, Christian caught Tucker’s expression of rapture—something he’d craved these past weeks. The eroticism of having caused that look singlehandedly threatened Christian’s sanity.

He moaned around Tucker’s cock.

“Hell,” he said in response then pulled free of Christian’s mouth.

Claire’s heated gaze met Christian’s. He placed a soft bite on Tucker’s thigh before shifting to position himself at Claire’s center. “Your turn,” he rasped and dove into her beckoning heat.

As he stroked her soaking folds with his tongue, Tucker cradled the back of his head, guiding him over her. Pressing him more firmly. Claire cried out, her pussy quivering under his mouth.

“Make her wetter than she’s ever been,” Tucker urged. He skipped his finger down the rim of Christian’s ear. “Get her primed so you can fuck her.”

And where will you be while I fuck her?Christian drowned in visions. He cupped Claire’s ass and drew her up to feast on her pussy. She tasted sweeter than ever, as if her body had tapped some hidden store and emulated the passion and love in her heart for both of them.

He swirled his tongue over her taut bud. She shattered. Tucker’s hand left Christian’s nape, and he glanced up to see their lover twisting Claire’s nipples.

Her orgasm vibrated through Christian’s lips and tongue, deep into his soul. Yes, this was right. The three of them all together. So right. Long overdue.

The throb in Christian’s cock grew unbearable. He delivered one last, wide-tongued lick to her pussy. Tucker pressed a condom into his hand and he rolled it on, holding Claire’s heated gaze.

“Get between those round thighs and slide home,” Tucker ordered.

Christian’s heart sped up, tripping over itself, as wobbly as a newborn foal. There were no words for the emotion boiling in his heart, and the only thing to do was express it with his body. For months—a year—he’d longed to do just that with Tucker. And Claire had finally admitted to allowing Christian past a door in her heart.

He hovered over Claire and dropped a tender kiss to her sweet mouth. She opened to him, eager and salty-sweet. Fresh herbs danced on her tongue, reminding him that they’d been making sauce earlier, never dreaming that Tucker would choose that moment to come home.

Tucker drew up behind Christian, the head of his cock stretched with a condom and probing his ass. He placed his mouth at Christian’s ear. “Sink into her. Then be gladyou’ve got some muscle, because I won’t be goin’ gentle.”

Claire’s eyes dilated. Concentrating on the rise and fall of her chest and Tucker’s harsh breathing in his ear, Christian eased into her tight channel. Her body gripped and released him, still sensitive and pulsating from her recent release.

When he was rooted balls deep, Tucker wrapped a strong arm around Christian’s middle. A cool smear of lubrication from behind made his cock twitch with eagerness.

Tucker skimmed his chest and abs with a palm. “Relax. I’ll go slow at first.”

Christian made himself loosen as much as possible, but every nerve in his body was twanging like a steel guitar.

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