French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

close licking continue, just let Liz’s sweet sounds from above intoxicate him, take him away from thought, immerse him entirely into the act of sex.

Finally, he made himself stop, because he still didn’t want her to come yet. He wanted her whimpers of pleasure to go on for a very long time. He drew back, but still held her open for Ty, felt her moisture on his fingers—and liked it.

When he suspected his poor, sweet Liz was going crazy from the tongue bath, he pulled his hands away from her cunt and Ty ended his ministrations. When Ty rose up, his face was wet with her. She seemed to notice, too—she looked at him and licked her lips, pinched her nipples. “Want to suck you both,” she whispered into the warm night air. “Let me.”

She made no move from where she lay, so both men positioned themselves so that their cocks jutted out over her face. She reached up and wrapped one hand around each erection, looking positively ravenous and filled with lust. Her look shot straight to Jack’s shaft, making him think he could die of pleasure just watching her like this.

She angled her head first toward him, taking his erection between her pretty lips. Damn, so good—he couldn’t contain the groan that leaked out when her lips closed firm around him. She sucked him hard and thorough, taking him full in her mouth and moving in slick, rapid rhythm over his length even as she slid her hand up and down Ty’s cock, inches away. A moment later, she traded, eagerly sucking Ty’s shaft into her mouth in the same fashion and making him growl with heat as she continued working her hand on Jack. Jack had never seen her look so wanton and wild, so unceasingly hungry for what lay between their thighs. Oh, how this woman had abandoned her old self with him. He wasn’t sure if it really had to do with him, or if it was as he’d once accused her—a way of getting back at Todd, or if some clock had just been set inside her to make her lose her every inhibition at the precise moment in time they’d met, but his ego liked to think he’d done this, he’d loosed her sensual side, he’d brought her to a place where pleasure knew no bounds.

And he was in love with her, damn it. No fucking denying it now. Looking down on her as she moved her sweet, hot mouth back and forth between his cock and Ty’s, he knew he loved her. He loved her when she blushed timidly; he loved her when she sucked his best friend’s cock for all she was worth. He loved her when she let go of everything her past had instilled in her, trading it for pure carnal pleasure. He loved her for going for it completely, and for turning him on like no woman had ever come close to turning him on before. No other woman would ever have this effect on him, he knew.

All at once, as if she suddenly could no longer decide whose hard-on she wanted in her mouth, she stopped and pulled on both of them, pulled them in even closer and they had no choice but to let her. She pulled the two cocks together until their heads touched and then she licked at them as if they were one.

Jack couldn’t help trembling. So much sensation—physical, visual, visceral. She wrapped her sweet, lovely little mouth around the heads of both shafts then, each of them entering at one corner of her mouth. Watching her was fucking astounding. Feeling the wetness of her mouth on him as she rubbed their cocks together inside was nearly too much to take.

Yet somehow he steeled himself and did take it, because he knew this was a moment that would never come back to him and, like her, he wanted to experience it, every bit of it, even the parts that surprised the hell out of him, like how damn good Ty’s hard shaft felt against his own.

Just then she released them from her mouth, but not from her grip—she held their cocks together, rubbed them one against the other like they were sticks of wood and she was trying to start a fire. And still Jack trembled, and Ty was breathing, “God. Oh God,” letting his head fall back in ecstasy, and she said in a small but intent voice, “You two are so beautiful together, do you know that? Your cocks are beautiful like this.”

He felt the warm rush of delight that came with pleasing her, imagined she must feel something like he felt watching her with Felicia at the strip club the other night.

“And you, chere,” he managed to say, “are so incredibly hot I almost can’t stand it.”

“Are you going to come soon?” she asked from below, still scissoring the two hard rods together.

He looked at Ty, who was peering back, and was honest—as honest as being with Liz had somehow taught him to be. “If we keep this up—yeah, any minute.”

“Do you want to come like this?” she asked, her voice gone breathy.

He managed a sort of strangled laugh. “I think you probably want us to, and if that’s what you want, darlin’, sure…but I really want a hell of a lot more of you first.”

At this, she released them both and they leaned back to a more relaxed position. He met her gaze, then Ty’s. No point in denying he’d just been aroused as hell by his best friend’s cock on his—Ty seemed to know it, too; his bon ami just looked at him with the same glassy-eyed passion he’d been wearing on his face the last hour or so.

“All right,” she said gently. “Have me.”

Chapter 9

She lay between them in the rumpled sheets, her back to Ty, her front to Jack, all of them bare from head to toe. She felt wrung out from all the sex