He rubbed the underside of his shaft, teasing himself into a frenzy.
Tucker lifted his head from Claire’s breasts and met Christian’s gaze.Do it,he seemed to say.
Gritting his teeth, Christian lashed his balls to his body with one hand and jacked himself with the other. Tucker watched him, eyelids drooping, breathing harsh.
When Claire stopped twitching from her orgasm, Tucker slid his fingers from her body and spent a long minute licking them clean.
“Fuck,” Christian said through clenched jaw.
Claire stretched, arms above her head, bare and beautiful. Christian alternately stared atTucker’s tongue against his hard knuckles and the dark patch of curls on her mound. God, to feel those rubbing against his body as he fucked her deep, then shallow, then deep.
She flicked her fingers, drawing his attention to her face once more. “Come here, Christian. I want to taste you.”
“Holy…”Fuck.Hell, yes.
Tucker fell back onto a stack of pillows, his erection lying against his carved abs, his gaze sharp.
A thread of trepidation wove through Christian. Touching his friend’s woman might cause more trouble than he was willing to take on. Would he willingly proclaim Tucker his lover? Absolutely. Was he willing to dive into Claire’s world, getting to know her quirky mind, what made her laugh and how her lips tasted? Abso-fucking-lutely. But crossing this boundary drew him up short.
He glanced at Tucker.
That shit-eating grin graced the corner of his mouth.Green light.
Shuffling forward, Christian brought his cock within inches of Claire’s face. She drew adeep breath, eyes closed. Savoring his personal aroma?
“Damn,” he whispered, almost a prayer.
“Take him in your mouth, Claire. He’s leaking for you.” Tucker’s voice hoarsened, a sure sign he was about to burst himself. During their jack-off sessions, Tucker often vocalized how much he loved watching streamers of come ooze from Christian’s cock.
Purposely, Christian gripped the root and angled the head downward. Brushing the plump pillows of Claire’s lips.
A spike of heat rammed deep into his groin. He threw his head back at the pleasure of just feeling her mouth close to his cock. But he couldn’t look at the ceiling for long. He snapped his gaze back to her mouth.
She opened her lips. The glistening pink of her tongue drove him over a line he’d never expected to cross. A raw, animalistic sound spiraled from his chest as Claire clasped his hip and drew him closer. She snaked her tongue out and licked the ribbon of juice stringing from the purple head.
A soft moan sounded from her.
“All the way, sweetheart. Take him into your mouth.”
Claire did as Tucker instructed, opening wide to accept him.
When her warm mouth settled around his head, a shudder tore through Christian. He swayed, his mind boggling. She pressed her lips firmly on the spot just under the head. Then she sank her nails lightly into his ass and jerked him in.
Completely.
He stared down at her, shocked to see her beautiful lips resting against his groin. Her wide gaze met his. Then she pulled back enough to breathe.
“You didn’t tell me…” Christian began but gulped when she sucked in his length once more.
Tucker rumbled with laughter. “Yeah, she’s amazing at deep-throating.” He jerked his hips upward, shoving his shaft through the tight clasp of his fist.
Christian’s mouth grew dry as Claire worked over every inch of his cock, tongue maneuvering in ways he’d never dreamed possible. He cupped her face, finding the softspots behind her ears, learning the silken whorl of her curls beneath his fingers.
“Bring him off, baby. Just like that. Chris likes the pressure.”
God, only Tucker would know such a thing, and hearing him say it made Christian’s stomach bottom out. In a fury, he churned his hips, sinking himself deep into Claire’s mind-blowingly hot mouth.
She increased her pull on his shaft according to Tucker’s words, eyes wide and trancelike. He’d heard of women who loved blowjobs, got off on the giving, and who could come without anyone touching them. But he’d never seen it in person. Claire might be that girl.
