Her clit hardened, lengthened against his touch, and then her hips took over and he just provided the pressure. The pressure, and two thick fingers inside her, hitting the right spots as she humped between them, a wild, messy chase to a climax while she was trapped between two men.
When she seized around him, her pussy gripping in a pulsing wave, he wanted desperately to have his cock inside her, to feel her milking him like that.
When she slumped back against Brent, Evan realized the other man was slowly jacking himself off beneath her, his eyes locked on Evan.
“Let me,” he said hoarsely, wrapping his hand around Brent’s—who then moaned at the new touch, the tight squeeze.
Evan felt a surge of power. Fuck, yeah, he knew how to stroke a man. Get him off faster and harder than he imagined. He could make it last, too. Edge Brent until he begged, but right now, he wanted both Dorans satisfied and wrung out. He leaned over the two of them, whispering to Jess what he was doing to her husband. Whispering to Brent how hot his wife thought this was.
“Come between her legs,” he ordered. “You come, and then I’ll come too, in a hot, sticky mess all over both of you.”
Brent groaned and went tense, all of him flexing and straining as Evan deftly jerked him off the cliff. Come flew all over Jess’s thighs, and Evan’s hand.
He surged up, rising above them, and with his free fingers he freed his cock. Then he wrapped his sticky, Brent’s-come-covered fist around his throbbing erection and jacked himself furiously until he lost it, too, in body-wracking spurts that drained him.
“Oh my God,” Jess said, her eyes wide as she stared at him.
His heart pounded. Had that been too much?
Brent gave him a weak smile. Then Jess pushed herself up and kissed him, softly at first, then hungrily. “So good,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“I…” He dragged in a ragged breath. “I’ll get some wash clothes.”
He went all the way to his master bathroom, needing a minute to clear his head. He grabbed some washcloths, soaked them in hot water, then wrapped that clean-up bundle in a dry towel to carry back.
Then he grabbed the throw blanket off the end of his bed.
Back in the living room, he cleaned Jess’s legs off, and her belly. Brent grabbed a washcloth too, and they all shared a laugh at the silly mundaneness of sex clean up. Then Jess sagged against her husband with a happy smile on her face.
Evan gently pushed them back down. “Have a rest,” he said as he covered them up with a blanket, then leaned over and tenderly kissed Brent’s mouth. “I’m going to grab a shower, then we can have dessert.”
“I think we already did,” the other man murmured, kissing the top of Jess’s head.
She giggled.
Yeah, they had. And she’d been damn sweet, too.
* * *
“Should we have showers too?”Jess asked after Evan disappeared into the master suite. “If he’s a post-sex shower person?”
“I’m not clear on the threesome etiquette. Maybe he was just giving us some space to run away if we want?”
Her head jerked up. “Do you want to run away?”
“No!”
Relief spread across her face. “Oh. Good.”
“No, this was…” Wonderful barely scratched the surface of how he felt. “This was incredible. I love you. And I loved doing all of that with you.”
She wiggled up his body and kissed him, her mouth soft and probing. “Can I tell you something?”
“Always.”
“I want to do this again.”
He squeezed her. “Me too.”
