Soul Possession(5)

Rick’s hands slid up her body, tugging gently at her T-shirt. It came free of her denim shorts and he pulled it over her head, leaving her in her bra.

“Pretty,” Truitt said as he leaned back in to nibble at the strap over her shoulder.

He dragged at the strap, pulling it down her arm while Rick tugged at the button of her shorts.

“Stand up for just a minute, sweetheart,” Rick said. “Hold on to me so you don’t put weight on that knee. I’ll have you undressed in just a minute and we can take this to the bedroom.”

Truitt pulled her upward and she braced herself on Rick’s shoulder while Truitt held her other arm. Rick unzipped her shorts and then parted the waistband, baring the thin silk of her panties.

Her shorts slid down her legs. Her bra was half on, half off. Rick and Truitt both hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties and eased them downward.

“Damn. Golden, just like the rest of you,” Truitt breathed as he stroked his fingers through the curls between her legs. “Pretty and sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Her fingers curled into Rick’s shoulder as she leaned her weight to her right leg. Rick quickly reached up to unclasp her bra and then he pulled it away, tossing it back onto the couch.

Before she could think to be self-conscious about her sudden nudity, Truitt rose and gathered her into his arms. He followed Rick down the hall to a bedroom at the end and when he walked inside, he laid her gently on the bed.

Both men stood over her, greedily devouring her with their gazes. And then they began to undress.

She lay there, riveted to the sight of them peeling away their clothing. Her breath caught when Truitt tossed his shirt aside and revealed the intricate pattern of tattoos that snaked their way up his arms and over his shoulders. Over the firm expanse of his belly, and around his navel, was a matching swirl of Bengal markings.

Rick’s body was devoid of tattoos save the one around his right wrist, and she still wondered about its meaning. If you took the time to have words permanently inked onto your skin, they meant something.

When they both reached for their pants, she forgot to breathe. Truitt was first to shed his jeans and underwear. His c**k jutted upward, thick and long. His muscled thighs and lean, rigid abdomen just made him look even bigger and more fearsome.

Rick was a little slower to work his way out of his jeans, but he was no less impressive when he finally stood naked by the bed. Surrounded by dark, silky hair, his c**k extended high toward his navel, impressive in both length and girth.

Hell, she had no idea what she was going to do with all this c**k but she was sure as hell going to have a good time figuring it out.

Truitt stared down at the golden goddess lying in his bed and it was all he could do to remember his name or how to breathe. From the moment he’d laid eyes on Jessie when she’d started working at the bar he and Rick liked to hang out in, he’d been completely and utterly fascinated.

She wasn’t the most gorgeous woman on earth. But there was a sweetness to her that was compelling. He and Rick weren’t the only ones to notice either. She had every man who went into that damn bar completely and utterly gobsmacked. And she was completely oblivious to it all.

No, she might not be the most gorgeous woman on earth, but she was the most beautiful woman in Truitt’s world, and he was exposed to women every day.

He and Rick dated separate women. It wasn’t like they went around all the time looking for a threesome. But they’d both looked at Jessie and neither of them was going to bow out. So the only recourse they had was to seduce her together. Which, well, was weird, but hell, he wasn’t going to step aside so Rick could put the moves on her.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured.

Jessie’s face lit up in a smile so sweet that it made his teeth ache. Her cheeks were delightfully pink and she was looking at them both with those big, shy brown eyes.

Rick groaned and then crawled up on the bed on her right side. He lowered his lips to hers and took her. There was no other way to describe the savagery with which he possessed her mouth.

Taking advantage of their distraction, Truitt slid his hand over her bum knee, caressing it a moment before nudging her legs apart.

The soft golden curls parted and her pink feminine flesh came into view, swollen and glistening with her moisture. Above him, Rick moved down to her br**sts and began sucking and nipping at her ni**les until they were dark pink and rigid.

Hell, he didn’t know what he wanted to taste first, her pu**y or her br**sts. But since Rick had already claimed her plump, delectable br**sts, Truitt settled between her thighs and carefully slid a finger down her damp seam.

She moaned softly and arched her slim hips upward. He smiled and nuzzled through her folds until his mouth touched her slick heat.

He swept his tongue out, savoring the first burst of her flavor as it filled his mouth. Then he licked her from her tiny entrance to the top of the delicate hood that surrounded her clit.

He traced a path around the taut nub and then sucked it gently into his mouth, being careful not to hurt her. She writhed restlessly beneath him and he could hear Rick sucking at her br**sts.

The sound was hot. Erotic. The only better noise was the sound of hips slapping against ass and the light sucking sound of a pu**y around a cock.

Man, he couldn’t wait to get inside her.

He tongued her entrance. She quivered harder. He slid his tongue inside, tasting her, sipping at her essence. Like drinking sunshine and honey.