Page 52 of Fearless
I found myself lying on my back in a familiar bed, looking up at Reaper’s hooded green eyes instead of down.
“Welcome back, sugar,” he purred, stroking a hand down my side. “I think you blacked out for a second.”
“Show-off,” Jandro muttered from somewhere else
I lifted my head to look around for him, finding the Vice President looking fucking delicious seated between my thighs. His cock pointed straight at me, thick and stiff. When he ran his palms up my thighs, his length flexed, bouncing once. I could watch this gorgeous naked man all day if I didn’t need him inside me so badly.
Pushing up to my elbows, I noticed Reaper had discarded his towel at some point. He leaned against the headboard, his own erection pointing straight up in the air. I watched him stroke it absently, heat pooling in my belly.
He shot me a cocky smirk, seeing the desire in my eyes. “You want it, beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me where.”
I turned on my side, scooting closer to him. Further down the bed, Jandro followed me. I figured I’d just show Reaper where I wanted him, wrapping my hand around the stiff base, but he cupped my chin just as I was about to taste him.
“Tell me where you want me, sugar,” he repeated. “And tell Jandro where you want him.”
Heat burned my face. I didn’t want to talk, I just wanted to feel. I wanted to lose myself in how incredible both of these men made me feel. But one thing I loved about Reaper was his dominance. Sex with him was the perfect mixture of dirty and intimate. And he knew exactly how to toy with me before we even got started.
“I want you in my mouth,” I whispered, receiving a pleased hum from him. When I looked back at Jandro, he leaned over me on all fours, the silky head of his cock trailing over my hip and outer thigh. “I want you in my pussy,” I told him, shyness making my voice small.
He leaned forward with a grin, closing the distance between us with a deep kiss full of warmth and sensuality.
“I’ll take you anywhere you’ll have me.” His kiss trailed to my neck, then my shoulder. Those incredibly soft lips never lost contact as they skimmed down my ribs and waist like gentle rain.
Turning back to Reaper, I kept my gaze on his lust-filled eyes until the final moment my lips slid over the crown of his dick. His moan was a deep rumbling above me as I felt Jandro lift my leg and open me wide. He placed my ankle on his shoulder and the bed moved underneath all of us as he got into position.
Reaper gathered up my hair and held it in his fist, allowing me to look back at his best friend stroking more pre-come up and down his shaft. The president’s cock was halfway down my throat when Jandro’s head kissed the opening between my thighs. He held my leg steady against his chest as he pressed forward, guiding himself in with the other hand.
The fullness in my mouth and my pussy at the same time was almost too much. Too good. Each man approached sex so differently, and having them together was simply everything. Reaper held my head still by my hair as he began to thrust into my mouth, curses and growls fluttering out under his breath as he fought to keep under control. Jandro’s fingers dug into my thigh against his abs as he pressed into me in deep, fluid strokes.
“God damn.” Reaper released me off his cock, giving me a moment to breathe. Too bad each of my breaths were stolen every time Jandro filled me up, his free hand still caressing me everywhere he reached.
“You’re fucking incredible.” Reaper cupped my face and leaned down for a kiss.
Our current position would only allow for a quick peck, but I wanted more. I wanted my lover’s tight clutch of teeth and tongue, his all-consuming kisses. My leg slid off Jandro’s shoulder as I rolled to all fours, causing him to slip out of me. While Reaper's and my tongues made love, a sharp unexpected slap on my ass made me yelp.
“Damn right, she’s incredible,” Jandro panted with a grin, smoothing his palm over the flesh of my ass where he spanked me.
I looked apologetically over my shoulder. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you stop.”
“Don’t be.” He seemed mesmerized by me, hands running up and down my sides to fill his palms with my curves. His eyes remained glued to my pussy, lifted and on display for him. “I don’t want to leave the party too early.”
“I’d give you shit and call you a minute-man,” Reaper teased, filling his own palms with my breasts, “but I know exactly where you’re coming from.”
“Puns in the bedroom. I can see why your girl spent the night with me,” Jandro shot back, laughing.
“Shut it. She just likes your window up there.”
Chuckling, Jandro slid a hand between my legs, cupping my whole core with delicious pressure that had me arching and writhing. Those strong fingers teased a circle around my clit, and then his tongue probed and kissed at my slit. Any witty comeback I could add to their pissing contest was lost as all conscious thought went out the window. I needed more of that tongue, more of both of them.
Reaper cupped my face in his hands, steadying my writhing, squirming neediness with his green gaze.
“Put that beautiful mouth back on my cock,” he ordered.
I obeyed, sliding my lips over steel wrapped in velvety skin. He growled when I took him deeper, fingers curling into my hair. Taking him down my throat on all fours was much easier than while lying on my side.
