The Engagement Gift(18)

“That’s not fair,” I pouted.

Finn looked up but didn’t stop lavishing attention on my aching center.

Jake lifted a brow. “What’s not fair?”

“You touching your dick when it could be me.”

Out of the corner of my vision, I noticed Finn’s eyes twinkle with naughty satisfaction. I lifted my hand, beckoning Jake closer, then I wrapped my palm around his shaft.

He was hot to the touch, the skin so smooth over the hard steel of him. He shuddered as I touched him, then pumped into me as I stroked faster, tightening my hand into a fist.

Finn sped up, too, and I wasn’t going to last long. I was close, so close. My muscles tightened, my belly coiling, a signal that I was about to enter the promised land.

Finn spread his palms across my thighs, opening me wider as he devoured me with a fierce and wild sort of determination. As for Jake, he moaned and rocked into my fist. A bead of liquid formed at the head of his cock, and I swiped my thumb over it, then brought my thumb to my lips, licking it off.

“Fuuuck,” Jake groaned. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“You taste good,” I told him, and I opened my mouth. “Let me taste more of you.”

Jake moved one knee to the bed, gripping the headboard with his other hand, and offered me his cock. I rose up on my elbows, ready to take him in as Finn lashed me with his tongue and consumed me with his mouth.

But I was gripped by a wave of pleasure so powerful, so exquisite, that I couldn’t think.

Could only cry out in bliss.

My body was awash in ecstasy as my orgasm stole over me, surprising me as it crashed the party early.

But I let it, dear God, I let it as Jake took over for me, gripping his cock near my face as I gave in, sinking back onto the covers, thrashing and screaming as I came harder than I expected.

I moaned, sighing deeply as Finn rose up, wiped a hand across his mouth, then met my gaze. His eyes were wild, heated. He looked like he had a wicked secret.

He turned to Jake, whose hand had slowed to a lazy rhythm. “Have I told you how good her pussy tastes?”

Jake’s grin was wry, his voice deadpan. “No, man. You haven’t mentioned that.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”





11





Jake





He didn’t lie.

He didn’t exaggerate.

She tasted like honey and salt.

Like hot, dirty sex and sugar.

She tasted like a woman who knew her desires.

She was soaked from the juices of her own orgasm, and her clit was still hard from the climax that had ripped through her less than a minute ago.

And I had to picture kittens and ducks and baby chicks, because holy shit, I wanted to jack myself as I licked her.

My dick was leaking, and if she’d gotten my cock in her mouth before, I don’t know that I could have held off from coming.

Especially when I looked up and saw her taking Finn deep. My eyes nearly popped.

The lucky fucking bastard.

She could take a dick, and she could take it all the way, just how I liked it.

Like a ravenous woman, she sucked him deep. He kneeled beside her, his palms splayed on the headboard, fucking her mouth while I ate her pussy.

Her delicious, decadent, fantastic pussy.

My absolute favorite thing to eat. My favorite appetizer, my favorite meal, and my favorite dessert in the whole damn world.

And a perfect chance to work on getting her ready for the main event.

As she wrapped her legs around my neck, her heels digging into my back, I rubbed my fingers against her wet folds.

She arched, rocking her hips, letting me know with her body that she liked the direction.

“Yeah, you’re such a good bad girl,” Finn said as he worked her mouth.

She was so goddamn good. And so slippery. I slid my finger all the way in and was rewarded with another lift of her hips. I added another finger, and she bucked against me.

“You’re so fucking good at taking me deep. You make me want to fill your mouth with my come,” he said.

And I felt her pussy pulse against my lips, felt her thighs tighten against my face. She liked those dirty words. Correction: she loved them, judging from the way her beautiful diamond of a clit hardened further as he talked dirty to her.

“But I’m not going to let you taste me, baby. You know why?”

She shook her head as I removed my fingers from her pussy. They were wet enough for my mission.

“Because you have to come again first. Because I bet Jake wants to know how you taste when you come all over his face,” he said.

Finn and I hadn’t scripted this. We didn’t plan this out. But I fucking knew what I was doing right now, and Finn did, too. We were playing her body like a cello. We were making her hit the high notes. And a woman like this? Who wanted us both at the same time? There was one surefire way to make her sing.

I pressed the tip of my finger against her ass. She tensed briefly, but then her knees fell open. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to enter her ass as I licked her pussy. I pushed my finger all the way in.

Finn must have pulled out of her mouth at that moment, almost as if we had coordinated it, because Lily shrieked, announcing her orgasm like the room was on fire. “Coming, oh God, I’m coming.”