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  He thrust his fingers into her hair and held her still, fucking her mouth rather than letting her take him comfortably. She felt marked, invaded…and oh, so feminine…as he took over, dominating her with the steady ebb and flow of his enormous cock.

  Bruno shifted behind her, and his hands came up to cup her cheeks, pressing them inward to caress the length of Cord’s cock as he stroked in and out. “Bet that feels like sliding into warm, wet pussy, bro.”

  “Fuck,” Cord muttered, continuing to rock forward and back.

  “Don’t know about you,” Bruno said softly, continuing to manipulate her cheeks, “but I’m dying to know what it feels like sliding deep inside her. What do you think, Jane? Ready to feel something cramming hard and fast inside you?”

  Jane started to murmur her agreement, but the sound came out choked as Cord pressed against the back of her throat. Her eyes narrowed, waiting for him to withdraw, but Cord merely smiled, pulled out so far the ridge around his crown touched the backs of her lips before he stroked deep again.

  Bruno chuckled behind her and bent to nuzzle her ear, as his hands glided downward to cup her breasts then slid between her legs. “Really want me to be first to taste this pussy?” Bruno said, his fingers thrusting into her folds.

  Cord grunted, his hand tightening in Jane’s hair, forcing her toward his groin. Then he slowly untangled his fingers, letting her back off his dick.

  Jane licked her reddened lips and sat on her haunches, dragging in deep breaths. He liked the thought that her lips might end up chapped from stretching around him. He’d never felt anything so amazing—Jane suctioning hard, Bruno pressing her cheeks inward—it had indeed felt like sliding into a juicy cunt.

  And watching the fire sparkling in her eyes when he’d dragged out those last moments before allowing her to come off his cock…well, that was just icing on a hot piece of girl-pie.

  Now, she sat shivering at his feet, gulping air, her round breasts quivering with her jagged little breaths. He couldn’t wait to make her grunt as he thrust deep and hard, and then watch her slowly unravel.

  Only Bruno probably had his own ideas about how this thing was going to flow. Since he’d been the one to close the deal, Cord raised his gaze to meet his friend’s amused glance.

  “Think you better slide where you’ll fit?” Bruno asked ruefully, tossing him a condom from the stash in the night stand.

  Cord understood immediately and stepped around Jane, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and lying back on his elbows. His cock was sticky and hard—so goddamn hard he knew he couldn’t take a lot of motion before he blew, so maybe this way was best.

  Bruno held out his hand and tugged Jane gently to her feet. She swayed a moment, and Cord tensed while Bruno laughed and hugged her close to his chest. Bruno bent his head and kissed Jane, his eyes opening to stare at Cord.

  Cord knew what he was doing. They’d done it before. Stoked each other’s jealousy and competiveness, until they pushed the woman past her limits, leaving her trembling, sobbing, and soaked in sweat and come.

  Cord wanted to see Jane like that, but right now, he wished Bruno would take a hike and let him enjoy a slow ride between the woman’s thighs. He didn’t want distractions, wanted to savor the build. Wanted to note every response and know precisely when the last of her reservations regarding him as a lover fell away.

  He might never get the chance to prove to her he was the guy. The only one she needed. Why that felt important he didn’t know. But from the moment he’d first seen her, he’d felt like he’d taken a punch to the gut—tight, winded, trembling.

  Her wary glance made him feel anxious and off-center. Probably why he’d stumbled all over himself every time she entered his space.

  Bruno straightened. “Why don’t you climb on top and give him a taste of that sweet pussy.”

  Jane’s jaw tensed, and she shot Cord a wild-eyed glance, but she accepted Bruno’s nudge toward the bed and slowly climbed over him. When her hips hovered over his dick, Bruno patted her bottom. “Not yet. Kneel over his face. A taste, remember?”

  “Jesus,” she whispered, giving Cord a desperate look filled with resistance and a silent plea for him to say something.

  Instead, Cord reached out and cupped her ass, urging her upward until he had to release her to tuck his arms at his sides while she straddled either side of his head. The view of her pink cunt, inner folds damp and peeking from between her outer labia, had him licking his lips.

  The bed dipped beside him as Bruno crawled onto the mattress. With Bruno’s cock entering his line of vision, so close and personal, Cord felt himself tighten.

  Unsure if he was repulsed, or whether the sight of Bruno’s condom-clad sex, straining toward Jane, somehow enhanced his own arousal, Cord reached again for Jane’s soft, fleshy ass and urged her downward until her cunt opened over his mouth, and he was perfectly aligned to eat her out.

  Cord opened his mouth and tongued the swollen knot at the top of her folds, gratified when her legs wobbled and her slick lips drew inward, emitting a soft, sexy sigh.

  “Lean forward, Jane. I’m going to play with your ass.”

  Cord heard Bruno, but assumed he meant with his fingers. Not until he felt strong thighs bracket his waist and his own cock nudged a hairy thigh did he realize Bruno intended to fuck her while he ate.

  Not something they’d done before, but Cord didn’t mind. The way Jane had begun to quiver and shake above him said how much the experience excited her.

  Jane bent over Cord, coming down on her elbows, her cunt still hugging his mouth.

  “I want to get my dick wet before I come into her ass,” Bruno said, his voice tight.

  Cord’s belly knotted, and pre-come leaked from the tip of his cock, smearing on Bruno’s thigh. He didn’t think Bruno would notice, so he didn’t mention it, just lowered his head while Bruno’s cock rooted at Jane’s folds.

  The sight fascinated Cord. He used his thumbs to hold her open while Bruno dipped inside, stroking only a couple of inches deep.

  Her pussy closed around the tip, giving it a wet, sucking kiss.

  “Lick her clit,” Bruno said, again tension so thick in his voice, Cord worried Bruno might shoot right into his face. Condom or not, that wasn’t gonna happen.

  But Cord obeyed, flicking Jane with his tongue, smiling when she ground downward, begging silently for more.

  Only the downward grind pressed Bruno’s shaft against Cord’s chin. The rasp of his afternoon beard, scraped.

  Bruno groaned, and his thighs shuddered against Cord’s sides.

  With weight and heat pressing down on his abdomen, Cord stopped worrying about whose arousal he ate—his own was unrelenting, so rigid and swollen he was mindless with desire. He gave long laps of his tongue, swiping Bruno’s disappearing shaft as he stroked Jane’s cunt, then gliding upward to capture her rigid clit.

  His cock rocked against Bruno’s inner thigh and leaked more fluid, and he burrowed his face against his partners’ rutting sexes sucking whatever pressed against his lips.

  At last, Jane gave a muffled shout, and her body tensed above his.

  Cord’s head fell back against the mattress, and he closed his eyes, wondering what the hell had just happened. He wasn’t gay. Had never touched another man intimately before.

  Afraid to face Bruno, he waited, trying to control his deepening breaths while the couple above him separated and climbed to the side.

  Jane surprised him, snuggling close. He swept out his arm and pulled her against him, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

  Her eyes blinked slowly open. “That was amazing,” she whispered.

  Apparently, she didn’t care about what got in the way of the tonguing he’d given her. He gave a deep, troubled sigh, then finally gathered up his courage and shot Bruno a glance.

  Bruno lay stretched on his side behind Jane, his head resting on one hand, his other hand fisted around his clad cock, which he pumped slowly up and down. He caught Cord
’s look and grinned ruefully. “Yeah, I’m in pain here. So close, but no cigar.” The words were light, but the steady stare told Cord he wasn’t going to let it drop.

  Cord hoped he hadn’t screwed their friendship up. But how could he tell Bruno he’d enjoyed it, might even want to do it again? And where did that leave his attraction to Jane?

  Chapter Three

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  Bruno read the panic in Cord’s gaze. Too bad. He’d felt Cord’s tongue and lips all over his cock, no way was he going to let Cord deny anything had happened, or that he hadn’t loved it.

  The way Cord’s cock strained upward, hard and glistening, added to the slick trail of pre-come drying on his own thigh, was proof Cord had been carried away.

  Bruno took a deep breath and lifted his hand, placing it on the swell of Jane’s hip. He gave her an affectionate squeeze then glided his hand past her and wrapped his fingers around Cord’s cock, cinching them firmly around his shaft.

  Cord grew rigid. “Bruno…,” he groaned, “don’t…”

  Jane’s head lifted, and she stared at Bruno’s hand as he began to pump hard on Cord’s cock. “I wouldn’t have guessed you guys like it so rough.” Bruno nearly grinned. Jane wasn’t concerned that he appeared to be jerking off another man—she was curious about how he was doing it.

  “That’s because guys are grateful for any attention paid their dicks. We won’t complain whether or not you’re doing it just right, so long as you’re willing to play with it.”

  “Bruno…” Cord gritted out. His hand slowly wrapped around Bruno’s forcing him to stop the motions. “I can’t do this.”

  Jane rose up between them, effectively pulling Bruno’s grasp from Cord’s flesh. “You guys don’t ever…?”

  Cord shook his head sharply.

  Her lips pressed outward. “But you’re a great team.”

  “This isn’t fucking basketball,” Cord ground out.

  “And I’m strictly dickly,” Jane muttered. “Excuse me for sounding a little surprised, but whatever…this…is was fucking amazing.”

  Bruno couldn’t hold Cord’s glare. His glance slid from Cord’s to Jane’s as her words lifted one side of his mouth. “Strictly dickly?”

  Jane grinned and scooted down the bed until her face was even with both their groins.

  Bruno jabbed his hips forward pushing his dick into her soft cheek. She turned, closed her eyes and began to suckle his cock through the condom. Sliding his fingers in her hair to anchor her there, he met Cord’s gaze. “I’m not gonna last long this way.”

  “Go ahead and come,” Cord said, a hint of steel glinting in his gaze.

  That’s how Cord would prefer it, now. Them taking turns. No chance of any contact. Bruno narrowed his eyes and pulled Jane’s hair to bring her off.

  When she lifted her head, a frown drew a line between her pale brows.

  “Baby, I love your mouth, but this is supposed to be about you. Wouldn’t you prefer the two of us coming into you?”

  “Whatever way you want. I agreed, remember?” she said breathlessly.

  The way her nostrils flared and her lush mouth trembled said how much she liked leaving the decisions in his hands. “Whatever I want?” he said, lifting his gaze to impress that fact on Cord’s stubborn mind.

  At her low, groaning “yes”, Cord’s lips curled into a snarl.

  “I’m going to get something from my room. While I’m gone, I want you two to continue to play. Cord, I need her fully aroused, ready to come before I ever start playing with her ass.”

  “Damn,” Jane whispered, pressing her red face into the coverlet.

  “Don’t be in any hurry to get back,” Cord muttered.

  Bruno gave Cord a wink and left. The carefree smile he wore on his mouth made his face ache, and he let it fade away as he headed out the doorway to his own room just a few steps away. The walls weren’t that well insulated. He’d be able to hear when the banging started in earnest—when Cord finally worked the tension of their forbidden touches out of his system and became consumed with the tight, fierce need to come.

  Then Bruno would intrude and manipulate the aroused couple into accepting greater intimacies.

  Cord was resistant now Bruno had put distance between them. When his arousal was spiking hard again, perhaps then he’d be ready to let Bruno take a few more liberties.

  Gawd, how awkward was this? Bruno had issued his command, basically telling Cord to fuck her until he returned. Jane’s body was moist, pliant. Her mind wasn’t as receptive. Not with a snarl twisting Cord’s thinned lips.

  When Bruno left, the part of her that wasn’t the slutty nymphet she pretended to be felt her stomach knot in an unpleasant way. Her skin felt a little clammy, and she thought she might be getting nauseous.

  Did Bruno expect her to mount Cord? Or was Cord going to do more than stare at her as though he didn’t really see her.

  Jesus, did he even want her, or was this just the guy’s Saturday routine and any slut would do?

  She swallowed and started to rise. “Maybe I should leave…”

  Cord’s eyes closed, and he rolled to his back. A deep breath filled his lungs, lifting his amazing chest, then slowly escaped. When the sigh ended, he turned his face.

  His gaze fixed on hers, and he lifted the hand between them. “Come here.”

  Jane wanted to, but where was her pride? Had she really envisioned herself as a convenient fuck shared between two men who didn’t give a damn about her? Sure, it had sounded fun and exciting when she’d planned to do this with Bruno, but being here, bare-assed and sticky, with a large, naked stranger lying beside her, somehow didn’t seem as pleasurable a thing as she’d hoped.

  Something was missing. She didn’t want to be an object—a living, breathing sex toy. She wanted them to really want her.

  Even Cord. She wanted him to at least like her. “I think this isn’t such a good idea,” she whispered, drawing away from his hand.

  A muscle flexed in Cord’s square jaw. “Look, if you want it to just be between you and Bruno. I’ll leave.”

  “That’s not the problem.” Cord remained quiet, staring at her until she shrugged. “This isn’t really me. I don’t screw men I don’t know.”

  One blond accusing brow arched. “You’re not the woman who sunbathed naked to get Bruno’s attention?”

  “I didn’t really think it through,” she admitted in a small voice.

  “This feel wrong to you?”

  She gave a short, sharp laugh. “Believe me, I don’t expect love or for this to be anything more than just a ‘thing’—but I…” She halted, not knowing how to say it and not look foolish.

  “You want to be more than a fuck,” he said quietly.

  “Yeah,” she said, surprised by his perception. “Guess that’s what I wasn’t saying.”

  His chest rose again. “Come here.” Again, he held out his hand.

  This time, she accepted it and let him pull her over him until every part of her draped over his body—and his massive cock dug into her belly.

  His hands pushed back her hair as he stared into her eyes. “If I tell you I’ve been hot for you since the day you arrived, would it make this any easier?” he growled. “I’ve had two left feet and forgotten how to talk every time we’ve shared the same air. You scare the hell out of me.”

  Jane tilted her head, feeling bemused. “You’re scared of me?”

  “Yeah, you’re so damn beautiful. I’m way out of your league.”

  “I’m not that hot. And it’s not like you’re a complete toad.”

  Cord snorted. “Girls like my size,” he said with a lift of one eyebrow, “but this nose isn’t pretty. Most women prefer Bruno.”

  “Bruno’s easier to understand,” she admitted. “He’d handsome, easy-going. He makes a girl feel at ease. You scare me, too.”

  “I don’t see you as an easy fuck, Jane. I wish we had more time to get to know each other, but if this is it…”

  She n
odded, feeling a little of her unease begin to dissipate. She gave him a slow smile. If they’d met under other circumstances, if they had time to get to know each other… “Guess we should get down to business, or Bruno might follow through on that spanking.”

  “He said he’d spank you?”

  “Well, he said was into kink. Asked me if I liked spankings.”

  Cord’s lips curved. “Do you?”

  “I don’t know,” she said, her lips twitching then stretching into a full-blown smile.

  “What do you know you like?”

  She bit her lip then groaned, pressing her face against his chest. “I like to be fucked.”

  “What a coincidence,” he said softly. “I like being fucked, too.”

  Jane pressed a kiss against his collar bone, and then swiped the spot with her tongue, tasting salt and liking it. “How do you want to work this?” she asked, not lifting her gaze.

  “How about I take over for a bit? Just until you’re feeling more comfortable with me.”

  “I’d like that.”

  Cord rolled her over, coming up on top. His heavy body pressed her deep into the soft mattress, and his legs pinned her beneath him.

  “Not giving me a chance to change my mind?” she asked suddenly breathless.

  “I’m kind of decisive that way,” he said, his expression completely serious. “Give me an inch—I won’t ask permission twice.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” she mumbled. Jane reached around him, running her hands over the thick muscles bracketing his spine. Lord, the man was built. “About those inches?”

  “Want a few of mine?” he asked, his lips hovering over hers.

  “Please?”

  “Jesus,” Cord said, his cheeks reddening. “Wait. I forgot.”

  He reared up, knelt between her thighs, then stretched out to grab the condom Bruno had given him.

  Jane liked seeing the slight tremble in his fingers. The guy was no player. There wasn’t anything cool or polished about his game. He wanted this badly.

  Which confused her. Cord was gorgeous—in an excessively manly way. Didn’t he know that? Or was he just a little bit shy, and that’s what convinced him he wasn’t that attractive?