Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(84)

Sarah moaned. No way could she speak. It felt incredible, even if she knew this was wrong. No, wait. It wasn’t wrong. More like taboo. Uncommon, definitely. But that didn’t change the fact that she was overwhelmed by heat from this man’s mouth as he gently licked her, tormenting her. He was teasing more than anything, driving her higher and higher with every leisurely stroke of his tongue.

Dylan’s hands trailed over her. Her thighs, her hips, her belly. They worked their way up to her shoulders, slid down her back, and once again around to her thighs. Her skin tingled. Her nipples puckered.

When Dylan’s hands cupped her breasts, his fingers lightly tugging her nipples, she leaned into him more. Her eyes were locked on Chris as he sat back, his big hands on her thighs. He was watching what Dylan was doing.

With her hands clutching Dylan’s wrists, Sarah watched as Chris leaned in and wrapped his lips around her nipple, his tongue thrashing against the sensitive peak. Lightning bolted from her nipple to her clit.

“Touch him,” Dylan instructed.

Sarah reluctantly released Dylan’s wrists and slipped her fingers into Chris’s silky dark hair. She pulled him closer, trying to assuage the ache that had taken up residence in her body.

She was briefly aware of Dylan shifting, of her butt hitting the mattress, of being lowered to her back while Chris continued to torment her with delicate pulls of his mouth on her breast.

And then there were two mouths on her and Sarah went up in flames. Dylan’s mouth fastened to her other nipple and Sarah cried out from the sheer ecstasy of it. They worked in tandem, driving her higher and higher. She felt someone’s fingers separating the oversensitive flesh between her thighs, but she wasn’t sure who it was. One finger dipped inside her and she bowed up off the bed.

“Oh, God!” An orgasm streaked through her, surprising her.

“Damn, she’s sweet,” Chris whispered. “So fucking hot. I want to watch her come at least a dozen times.”

A dozen. Sarah wouldn’t survive a dozen.

She tried to breathe, her eyes traveling from one man to the other, then back again until Dylan’s eyes were locked with hers.

“Are you okay?” Dylan inquired.

Sarah shook her head. “No … I need … more…”

The pure sensuality that darkened Dylan’s face sent a tremor skittering up her spine.



DYLAN WAS DOING HIS DAMNEDEST to make this good for Sarah. From the second Chris’s hands touched her, Dylan had wanted to bury himself deep in her body and watch her come apart between them. He couldn’t explain what it was about this that turned him on, but it did. Seeing Chris’s hands stroking her, his mouth feasting on her, the way Sarah writhed and moaned, begging for more. Knowing that they were turning her on, bringing her pleasure… It made him so hard it fucking hurt.

But they weren’t done with her yet.

Not by a long shot.

Crawling over her, Dylan found Sarah’s mouth with his. He kissed her slowly, sweetly while Chris got ready for the next part of the evening. Dylan trailed his lips over her jaw, her neck.

“What do you think so far?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

“So far?”

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

“You mean there’s more?”

“Baby, we’re just getting started.” He didn’t tell her how true that statement was.

“Well, don’t stop now. I’m looking forward to whatever you’ve got in store for me.” She pulled his head back down and he kissed her. This time he deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue with his, nipping her lower lip.

He heard the sound of a door open, then close, but he didn’t stop kissing Sarah. She didn’t question what was going on, but he figured she’d heard it, too. Only when the bed dipped on both sides of him did Dylan pull back. He watched her face as she peered over at Chris, who was on her left, then turned her head to the right. Her eyes widened as she acknowledged the newcomer.

“You remember Tristan,” Chris introduced. “My identical twin brother.”

Dylan held his breath, wondering if Sarah would panic now that she was in bed with three men. She seemed to ponder the addition, her eyes raking over Tristan’s face.

“Do you trust me, Sarah?” Dylan asked, needing her to say something.

Her blue eyes slowly moved to his face.

And she smiled.

“I trust you.”

Swallowing hard, Dylan leaned down and crushed his mouth to hers. This was what he wanted. To share her. He knew deep down that Sarah belonged to him. Her heart, her soul, those were what he wanted for himself. The fact that she trusted him with her pleasure meant so much to him. It’d been a gamble to take this this far.

“Stay right there,” Dylan instructed when he released her mouth.

He got to his feet and watched the three of them on the bed. Chris didn’t hesitate, leaning in and brushing his lips over Sarah’s before trailing down her chest and once again latching on to one beautiful tit. Tristan did the same, mirroring his brother. Dylan quickly disposed of his clothes, then reached for Sarah’s legs, pulling her toward the edge of the bed. When she was right where he wanted her, he knelt between her thighs.

Tristan reached for one leg, hooking her knee over his arm, and Chris did the same, spreading her wide while Dylan licked her. He could see Sarah watching him, her eyes glazing over as he worked her with his lips and tongue.