“Yes,” she hissed as I brushed my fingers over her mound. I flicked my tongue over her clit, and when she cried out, I did it again. She tasted different from my guys, but no less addictive. Her reaction to that small touch was electric. “Slide your fingers into me,” she begged.
I wanted to find her G-spot, but I had no idea what I was looking for. Would I feel the difference like I did with my guys? I started with one finger, and I sucked in a breath when I slid it into her. I was really doing this. I was making love to a woman. It was revelatory, as if everything I’d known had been flipped on its head. But in a good way. A wonderful way.
Carina was perfection. Smooth like silk, warm, and wet. She gripped me tightly as I ran my finger up her walls. Carina cried out, and her hips jacked up.There we go.
I may not know women as well as I did men, but I knew how to read body language.
Licking and nibbling on her clit, I slid in another finger and tagged her G-spot again and again. Carina tensed and cried out again.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” she gasped.
“Do it. Let’s see how many we can wring out of you, sweetheart.”
I kept going, sucking and nibbling on her and sliding my fingers in deep until she was writhing against me. Moans surrounded me, and I floated on the high of watching the three people I wanted most in the world get off together.
I used her juices to lube my grip on Travis’s cock before I added a third finger, and she cried out, her channel clenching tight, then releasing as she rode out her first orgasm of the night.
“Need more,” she gasped.
I hummed against her mound, and she clenched tight around my fingers once more. She was raring to go again. Fuck me, the female body was wonderous. I dipped my mouth down and sucked on Travis’s cock, tasting them both. I was addicted.
I wanted inside her, too, but I also needed to take Jacques. The way he’d saved her from cracking her head open on the ice was fucking miraculous. I’d never seen him move that fast. Like a lightning strike, he was in one place one second, and a split second later, he was lifting her up.
Carina moaned, and I flicked my tongue over her clit again, drawing out her ecstasy. I brought her to the edge over and over, sucking and licking both her and Travis until he was struggling to hold back too. I gripped his sac and pulled his balls away from his body.
He grunted, and I grinned, meeting his gaze over our woman’s curves.
“Carina, please,” I begged. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, now,” she ordered.
With my hand still on Travis’s sac, I guided my cock to her pussy, then fell forward, bracing myself over her. Travis was kissing her, their tongues tangling together. I needed to feel both of them. I needed all of us to be connected, just for a moment.
I thrust forward and moaned as Carina cried out. She snapped her legs around my hips and pulled me forward until I bottomed out inside her, her mouth never leaving Travis’s and never letting go of Jacques’s cock.
I shivered, sensation rocketing through my veins care of my dick being buried in nirvana. I pressed my thumb against Carina’s clit the same way Jacques often did to her and ground deeper into her before pulling back and gliding forward again. Travis’s cock was trapped between our bodies, and it kissed the length of my shaft as I rocked forward. My balls slapped against the base of his dick with every pump of my hips, and I climbed higher and higher, nearing the point of no return.
But Carina beat me there, coming on my cock and crying out her release as her walls strangled me. I watched in wonder as her chest heaved and a drop of sweat ran down her throat, pooling between her clavicles. Her breasts bounced as I pumped into her and begged my own orgasm to hold off for a few more minutes.
“Fuck,” Jacques cursed. “Need more.”
I pulled out, and Carina let out a sob. I didn’t want to stop, either, but Travis and Jacques needed the two of us. I hooked her feet back over Travis’s knees and guided his cock to her pussy. He pulled his fingers free from Jacques’s ass and gripped Carina’s hips, slamming up into her. She cried out and arched into his hold, pressing her pussy harder onto his cock.
Jacques groaned and shifted on the bed, presenting me his ass. His hole was open, and I wanted in there. I clambered over Travis and Carina’s legs and lined my dick up to Jacques’s hole.
“Gonna come quick,” he rasped. “So fucking close.”
“Come and come hard,” I ordered, slamming into his gorgeous body in one thrust.
He shouted, and his ass tightened around my cock. My eyes crossed, and I groaned, already on the edge.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he moaned. His arms were outstretched, his hands gripping the sheets. His back muscles rippled, and his ass—that thick hockey ass I could never get enough of—was hiked up high as he met my thrust. I pulled back to my crown and waited. “Again. Hard,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
I followed his direction and fucked him long and deep, our bodies slapping together with every thrust. Jacques slid his hand down to his cock trapped against the mattress and jacked himself as I tagged his prostate with every pump. I hadn’t spent as much time loving on him as I had Travis and Carina, but there was no way I was leaving him unsatisfied. Every one of them would know exactly what they meant to me by the end of the afternoon.
Carina rasped out a moan, and Travis shouted his release while I ground my hips against Jacques’s.
I fell forward, hooked my hands under his shoulders, and pressed my body to his. I pinned him to the mattress and thrust once more, needing the connection. I kissed his nape and whispered, “Come, Jacques. Let go.”
