Evan set his hands loosely on Brent’s shoulders, but it was hard not to thrust into his mouth, to use his wet, slick tongue to get off, especially when Brent made hungry sounds with each swallow.
As much as he liked the attention, though, he wanted to hold off—coming down Brent’s throat would have to come later.
“That’s so good,” he murmured, easy Brent off. He ran his thumb over Brent’s lower lip. “Thank you.”
Brent’s eyes were glassy, lusty, as he blinked up in confusion. “Don’t you want to come?”
“I will.” Evan smiled. “Let’s make Jess feel good now.”
Brent cursed, and Jess giggled. She’d taken off her pants, but still had her shirt on, a glimpse of black lace panties popping out against pale, wide hips. “It’s okay,” she murmured, reaching for her husband. “That was really hot.”
“I know,” Brent whispered, and for a second—just a second—Evan felt like an intruder on a private moment.
But then Brent kissed her, and as he did, he reached for Evan with his free hand, bringing him into the embrace. Jess was in between them, her back to Evan, her ass against his cock.
He squeezed her waist, enjoying the softness of her, then slid his hands under her shirt. “Can I take this off you?”
She nodded, lifting her hands in the air, and Brent stopped kissing her long enough for the cotton tee to fly off to some unknown corner of Evan’s living room.
Her breasts were in a matching black bra to her panties, her nipples tight buds he found blindly just by touch through the lace. She arched her back as he stroked them, and Brent’s mouth drifted down her neck. Evan squeezed the fullness of her swells, lifting them to Brent’s mouth. “Suck on her,” he ordered.
It was a thrill to see Brent eagerly do as he commanded.
But Evan wanted a taste of her, too. He leaned back and snared a dental dam from his wooden box of tricks and treats, then kissed the back of Jess’s neck.
“Turn around,” he whispered. “Lean back against your husband. I want to see you.”
He unhooked her bra as she twisted, and when she leaned back, she was in nothing but a scrap of black lace, low on her hips, barely covering her mound. She looked like sex, pure and simple, and Evan’s cock, tucked back in his briefs, surged back to life.
One day soon he would fuck this woman for hours. Tonight was not that night, though. Tonight was a first step in uncharted territory. He needed to be careful.
He needed to show them what they could have…and leave them wanting more at the same time. Part of him hated being that Machiavellian. But the rest of him knew this was the way of things. Sex and love and secret desires. It was all so complicated.
It didn’t need to be.
He skimmed his hands up the inside of her thighs, then out and over her hips, higher to her breasts, behind her to her husband, a quick squeeze for Brent. Then back again, slower this time. He kissed her and stroked her, figuring out what she liked, what she loved. What buttons really worked and which didn’t matter so much.
Every human being was different this way, each person had their own unique countdown pattern.
Jess liked her nipples sucked.
That was convenient. Evan loved having her breasts in his mouth, him feasting on the soft flesh and the hard peaks as erotic for him as he hoped it was for her. While licking and sucking her, making her writhe, he worked his fingers back towards her core. He squeezed her hip and let his thumb rub against the top of her panties. Dropped his hand, brushing against the inside of her thigh. And when she jerked her hips, looking for firmer contact, he gave it to her, his whole hand covering her lace-wrapped pussy.
She bucked hard, grinding against him.
Sitting back, he made eye contact with her. With Brent. Back to her. Sexual energy zinged between them all in a way he’d maybe never experienced before. This was off-the-charts hot, and they were all still wearing underwear. That had to change for at least one of them.
“I want you all the way naked,” he whispered. “Can I take this lovely scrap of lace off you?”
She nodded and he peeled them away, baring her to his eyes. Short, dark, sparse hair covered her mound and her lips, but didn’t obscure his view in the least. He groaned and touched her pink slit, where she was already wet, and she gasped.
He slid his fingers over her flesh, parting her lips to find her clit, and she leapt back into Brent’s arms, her legs falling wide. Begging for a finger, or two, so he gave them to her. The first slide inside was careful, the second a solid thrust. He’d had grand plans of going down on her. He loved the taste of sex, the slippery slide of a woman’s cunt in bloom. In general, Evan lived by the mantra that the best way to finger a woman was with his tongue.
But Jess…Jess might prefer his hand. “Do you want to come like this? Riding my fingers, in your husband’s arms?”
She whined and squirmed, then nodded.
Evan leaned in, covering her with his body, fucking her with his whole strength now. Stretching her wide, her now the middle of the sandwich. He kissed her, then her husband, then back to her.
