Page 54 of Enticement
Ross shuffled up among the pile of pillows and traced Kit’s beautiful, expressive mouth with the head of his glans.
The touch of Kit’s tongue broke him. Desperate for more, he welcomed the hot caress of Kit’s talented lips. Pushed himself in and out of the warm cavern and sunk into the heated darkness there. He didn’t recall closing his eyes. Somehow he could still see Kit clearly and feel Evie holding on tight to his hand.
He wanted to come, and he never wanted this to end.
Both men had their eyes shut tight, but Evie’s remained wide open. She couldn’t get enough of seeing them together like this. Hell, watching Kit fellate Ross would’ve been enough to get her off, especially while he was bound and looked so outrageously sexy, but incredibly she was part of this union too, straddled across Kit’s hips, his cock satisfying her hungry itch for release, while Ross, when he remembered in between gasps of pleasure, lavished further attention on her breasts.
Ross—her Ross… She touched him too. It felt as if she’d slipped into an erotic movie and was somehow able to participate. She stroked his arse and he let out a strangled cry. Kit responded with a whimper of his own and by swallowing fast. A tiny dribble of semen escaped his lips and rolled over his chin. Evie licked it away.
“Get this damn tape off me.”
Evie sealed Kit’s mouth with a kiss, stealing the taste of Ross’s pleasure from him.
Ross released him.
The moment Kit’s arms were free he flipped Evie onto her back, clamped his hands over her and held her down while he drove into her like he was possessed. Coming was all too easy, but even when they both sagged together, spent, they weren’t finished with her. While Kit dealt with the condom, Ross shimmied down between her legs and roused her to another peak with his tongue. Having returned to the bed, Kit joined in by sucking her sensitive nipples. Having two men, with their four arms, two mouths, and two cocks was definitely the way to reach paradise, she decided as she sank into a lethargic sleep.
Ross woke her with his kisses and the gentle pinch of his teeth upon her earlobe at some ungodly hour. The nimble, evocative dance of his fingers over her stomach persuaded her she wanted to stay awake. It wasn’t long before he lay buffeted up to her arse, his prick satisfyingly hard inside her, having hooked her upper leg over his hairy one. Unlike earlier, this joining was long and slow and drowsy. The climax from it like a languorous roll of thunder, which rather than calling a cease fire, heralded the main act.
Kit only woke when Ross pulled her onto her knees and started pounding her like a jackhammer, doggy style, so that the headboard knocked an indent in the old plaster.
“You started without me,” he complained, his mouth still slack from sleep so that the words came out slurred. “Bastards.”
Ross chuckled.
Evie’s attention fastened upon Kit’s drowsy visage. Repose took a good ten years off his age, smoothing the worry and laughter lines she’d barely noticed so that he seemed terribly young and innocent, the impression exaggerated by the fact that he had his curled fist pressed to his lips and was sucking on the bent knuckle of his middle finger.
The covers rustled as his other hand slipped out of sight. The indent of his fist knocking repeatedly against the duvet made it obvious what he was doing.
“Ross—oh, god, Ross! Slow down a minute, will you! I want to watch.”
Ross’s chest pressed tight to her back so that a layer of sweat slicked their skin, as he slowed the roll of his hips to a steadier pace, allowing Evie to loosen her grip upon the headboard and flick back the covers.
“Hey!” Kit let out a bellow of protest and made half-hearted grabbing motion that fell woefully short. “It’s cold.”
“Just keep doing that and you’ll soon warm up.” Ross chuckled.
Kit’s dark eyes opened, and his grip on his cock relaxed. His erection plumped up some when his caught sight of what they were doing. “Bad lovers,” he snarled rolling up onto his knees. “Cruel of you not to wake me.”
He traced his fingers over Evie’s cheek. “You especially. Can’t believe you left me out just so that you could watch me wank.”
Immeasurably frustrated by the lack of gaining that privilege, Evie snapped her teeth. “You should just let me, and then I wouldn’t feel the need to spy on you while you sleep.”
“I’ve told you, tossing myself is a solitary pleasure, or else reserved for phone sex-isodes.” He caught Ross’s gaze over her shoulder.
Evie grinned. Phone sex was just fine. She’d make sure she didn’t interrupt the next time the two of them felt like talking dirty, she’d just make sure she was in a position to keep an eye on Kit while they were at it.
He must have cottoned on to her thoughts because he pursed his lips at her grin. The black look only lasted a second before his attention reverted back to Ross. “Steady now. Let me join you.”
Surprisingly, he leapt off the bed and scurried across the landing. He came back a few seconds later, his now impressive erection dressed for action and shiny with lube.
“You could have just asked, you know.” Balancing on one elbow she yanked open her sock drawer and held out a bottle of lube to him. Kit took it with a smile and squirted a large blob on to two stiffened fingers. The sudden whooshing intake of breath from Ross told her where he’d directed them.
“Jeez!” Her boyfriend hissed. His motion became rather panicky and arrhythmic. “Kit! Oh, my god!”
“Easy. Just relax, you’ll love it.”
Evie strained her neck trying to see what he was doing. All she could make out were Kit’s eyes glittering in the dark. He bore a look of intense concentration, while Ross was on the verge of expiring against her back, his movements now reduced to tremors. “What are you doing?”
