The Engagement Gift(17)

I growled, bending close, taking another, then one more. She was so damn irresistible.

When we separated, I ran my finger along her jawline. “I told him your tits feel spectacular, and you love to have your nipples played with.”

She shuddered. “I do.”

“Show him. Show him how much you love that,” I instructed.

She glanced at Jake behind her, kissing her back. “Take my bra off, Jake.”

My best friend obliged, unhooking the white lace and letting it fall. Clenching my fists, I fought off my own desire to cup those beauties. She wanted both of us, and it was his turn.

We shifted, and I moved behind her, caressing her back, blazing a path of kisses down her skin as he came around and played with her tits.

Lily groaned, stretching and arching, making the sexiest, neediest sounds.

“Oh,” she whispered, and every territorial instinct in me snapped to attention. Was she about to say his name in pleasure? Fuck, I’d hate hearing her say another man’s name unbidden.

But his name didn’t follow. Instead, a command did.

“Lick them. Suck them, Jake.”

I smiled like the dirty bastard I was. Hearing his name from her like that didn’t bother me. Surprisingly, it turned me on more, because it was her.

This was how she was. Who she was. A woman who took control of her body and her desires. A woman who reveled in them.

“Yes, so good,” she moaned.

There was no room for jealousy or possession tonight—only pleasure.

He bent his head to her breasts, sucking on her rosy nipples, as I moved down her body, tugging at the top of her lace panties.

She wriggled against my hands, and I leaned closer, licking a path across the edge of the lace then tugging it down, exposing the top of her cheeks.

“I love that, Finn. Love it so much.”

My name on her lips made my dick twitch.

Her breathing turned faster, her pants intensifying. As I glanced up, I saw my best friend’s face buried in the valley of her tits.

The moment was beyond surreal.

I ought to be a towering inferno of jealousy.

I wasn’t at all.

I was hard as stone, my bones humming with lust as Lily’s noises told me what she needed, as her sounds floated into my ears.

Just as I was about to tell her what I wanted to do to her, she took the reins once more.

“I need to see both of you,” she said. “I need you naked. Need to see what I’ve done to your cocks.”

What the woman wanted, the woman would get.





10





Lily





This was how I imagined it.

I was lying on top of the covers on the king-size bed, wearing only my soaked panties, my stockings, and my heels.

And my men were shedding their clothes for me. Ties came unknotted. Shirts were unbuttoned.

Pants unzipped.

My right hand—that dirty, greedy bitch—raced down my waist, on a fast track for the ache between my legs. Lazily, I stroked the soaked panel of my panties as they kicked off their pants.

I breathed the longest sigh of satisfaction in my life as they stood in boxer briefs at the foot of the bed.

“Show me your cocks. Show me what I’ve done to you,” I instructed, and it was exhilarating. It was intoxicating to issue those commands in this moment.

Finn stripped first, his hard shaft jutting out, familiar and gorgeous. He gripped the base, stroking it once, showing me a drop of liquid at the head.

My hips arched, and my mouth watered.

My eyes drifted to Jake, who took off his briefs, his impressive length greeting me with a full salute.

Thick, long, and pink. I’d guess about eight inches. Just like Finn’s. Just the way I liked it.

I licked my lips.

Jake grinned and gave his length a long, teasing stroke. “You like what you see? Your eyes say you do.”

Shuddering, I nodded, my fingers picking up the pace.

Jake’s gaze snapped to my legs. “Your fingers are talking, too.”

I let out a long moan. “Touch yourselves,” I told them. Because holy hell—this moment was at the top of my fantasies. Two carved bodies, two beautiful men, two proud cocks.

Two libidos trained on me.

Finn stroked himself again, and Jake did the same, and I nearly exploded. It was so erotic, so intensely sexy that I could barely take the swirl of desire in my body.

They were both so manly, so dirty, and they were going to be inside me tonight.

I dragged my finger along the soaked fabric of my panties, desperate for release. I looked at Finn. “Please go down on me. I need to come. Need to come so badly.”

“Enough said,” my man replied, and in one swift move, he was on the bed, peeling off my panties and burying his face between my legs. Instantly, I arched off the mattress, my back bowing, my body gripped by pleasure.

Closing my eyes, I gave in to the wicked sensation of his mouth consuming me. Finn had gone down on me countless times, hundreds of times. Who knew how many? But this felt different. This felt like a devouring. He was consuming my pussy. Eating me, drinking me, lapping me up.

I writhed, gripping his head, then when I opened my eyes, they slid to Jake, who’d moved to the side of the bed. He stood next to me, staring with hooded eyes, his gaze intense as he stroked his cock faster and faster.