My eyelids fluttered closed, and desire flushed over me, overwhelming me. I had such a limited time to enjoy this. I already didn’t want to leave at the end of the year, but I knew I had to. Until then, though, I was going to savor every moment.
“Someone’s up,” I murmured, licking up his length.
“He’s very happy to see you—all of you.”
Jacques dipped his head and licked Trav’s sac while I teased his shaft with my tongue and lips. I loved being on my knees for a man, bringing him to the edge of his control and tossing him over it with my body. It was empowering, a heady moment in time. Seeing a man’s reactions and hearing the noises he made while he was at my mercy ramped up my own desire tenfold.
Trav threaded his fingers into my hair and rocked his hips, begging us with gasps and groans to swallow him. I relented, floating on cloud nine while I licked a path up his cock, Jacques on its other side. Our tongues tangled as we worked our way to Trav’s cockhead. His taste filled my mouth, and I hummed, his salty essence tempting me to take more. I licked again, but Jacques was already there, tasting his slit. He grasped my nape, and I crashed my mouth against his, Trav’s cock between us as we kissed.
Trav cried out, and Jacques slipped his hand into my panties, his thick fingers sliding between my folds as he found my clit. I moaned and ground back against him, riding his fingers. Memories of the first night we’d been together flashed in my mind’s eye—Jacques inside me from behind while I sucked on Trav’s cock—except this was better. Linc and Jacques touching Trav and his uncensored responses were music to my ears. I wanted them to be together, too, to express themselves and celebrate their relationship.
I brushed my fingers over Trav’s sac and gripped Jacques’s hip with my other hand, rocking back into him while we kissed and sucked Trav’s dick.
“Fuck, please,” Trav begged.
“On your back, beautiful,” Jacques directed.
As I moved, Trav followed, dropping to his knees and pressing his weight down on me. He spread his knees wide, pushing my legs further apart to accommodate him. Linc dropped down, too, molding himself to Trav’s ass. I ran my hands down Trav’s back and kissed his throat, sucking a mark onto his shoulder like he’d done to me that first time we were together. Trav thrust, grinding his hard dick against me, and I cried out, my clit throbbing as he repeated the move. Fireworks lit up my nerve endings, and I sucked in a shaky breath.
I wanted us naked, for there to be nothing separating us. I wanted him to slide his monster cock into me right there and then.
Trav pulled his hips back, and I cried out, but he eased my bra strap down my shoulder, exposing my breast to the cool night air. He flicked his tongue over my nipple, and I gasped, sensation shooting through me. It was as if my breasts had grown in the last few weeks, both in size and sensitivity. Every brush against my skin sent me into overdrive. I fucking loved it, especially when Trav lapped at me, sucking and licking them until I was on the verge of coming just from his tongue. My moans were breathy, and I was soaking my panties.
Trav moaned, and I opened my eyes. I wished I’d kept them open the entire time. Linc had his face buried between Trav’s cheeks, licking and fingering his ass. I cried out, and Linc’s eyes met mine before I flicked my gaze to Jacques. He was sliding his hand along Trav’s cock, kissing his back until Trav shifted, shimmying further down my body.
“This belly,” Trav groaned pressing a line of kisses down to my belly button. “Fucking love how soft you are. Love these curves.” He nipped at my belly, pressed kisses to my faded stretch marks, and reverently ran his hand over my rolls, clutching at them.
Jacques let go of Trav’s dick and dragged down my remaining bra strap, exposing my other breast to the night. I reached up under myself and unlatched the clasp, sending my bra sideways as soon as it was off. Then Jacques was on me again, sucking one nipple and rolling the other between his lubed-up fingers. I reached for him, fumbling his button and zipper open so I could get to his cock. I needed him.
Trav lashed his tongue over my pussy through my panties, and I cried out. It was as if I was a lightning rod and he was a summer storm. I tensed, and my hips instinctively jacked forward, chasing more of his touch. I speared my fingers into Trav’s and Jacques’s hair, holding them to me.
I shivered when Trav hooked his fingers under my panties and slid them down my legs. I watched as he sucked in a breath and banged his fist on the ground when Linc did something to him with his tongue. His shoulder was moving, so I guessed he was also jacking Trav off. My guy rested his forehead on my thigh, and I ran my fingers through his hair, soothing the maelstrom of sensation that I could imagine was ricocheting through him.
Jacques slid his hand down my belly and pinched my clit. I moaned, and my channel tightened, desperate to be filled. I was soaked—it would have been embarrassing without Jacques’s appreciative growl. The vibration against my nipple crackled through my nerve endings, firing all of them at once. Then he slid his fingers through my wetness and eased his way inside me, searching out my G-spot.
Right there.
I choked out a cry and shook, my body quaking from his touch. He curved his fingers, and I scrambled for purchase on the blanket as Trav shifted and licked my clit. Jacques added another finger, the stretch hitting me and heightening every sensation.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my chest heaving and my heart beating frenetically. “I’m so close already.”
“I love how responsive you are,” Trav murmured against my mound. The wash of his heated breath and the thick fingers penetrating me had my pussy tightening around Jacques’s fingers.
Jacques moaned and sucked my nipple harder as he strummed the fuck out of my G-spot while Trav turned his focus back to my clit. Over and over they brought me to the edge, then they pulled back enough to let me come down for a moment before repeating their ministrations. I was breathless and desperate to come.
“Please,” I begged, and Trav cried out.
“Fuck, Rusty, I’m ready. Jesus, get inside me,” he gritted out.
“Get inside your girl, Trav. Make her come, and then you’ll get Jacques and me.”
Trav groaned and kissed his way back up my body, dropping his elbows by my ears. His pecs rubbed against my breasts and his cock rested on my mound, teasing my clit with his hardness.
“Hi,” I breathed, squirming against him.
“Hey, darlin’. You ready for me?”
“Make me come, Trav. Want to see Linc inside you.”
