Jen was seconds away from spontaneous combustion. She’d never seen anything hotter than the unexpected scene unfolding four feet away from her.
Dylan was on his knees, with Cash’s cock buried deep in his mouth.
How was this real?
Her clit swelled and throbbed, but she was too stunned to do anything about it. Struggling to breathe, she set the ice cream carton on the table, unable to take her eyes off the two guys. Dylan made low growls in the back of his throat as he sucked Cash in slow, deep pulls. The pleasure etched onto Cash’s face stole the breath from her lungs. He rested one hand on his friend’s head, the other curled into a fist at his side. But silent and passive he wasn’t—even with another man, he had no problem vocalizing the rough, sexy demands she’d become accustomed to.
“Tease my balls,” he ground out, rocking his hips as he fucked Dylan’s mouth.
She nearly passed out when Dylan followed his friend’s orders. He squeezed the heavy sac, then released the dick in his mouth, skimmed his tongue down the length, and buried his face in Cash’s balls.
“Oh fuck,” Cash mumbled. “Yeah, that’s good.”
Heat rolled through her, tingling her nipples, scorching her core. Pressure built inside her. Moaning, Jen slipped a hand into her leggings, inside her panties.
She couldn’t believe she was watching another man going down on Cash. And Dylan seemed to be enjoying the hell out of himself; his muffled groans filled the air, combining with Cash’s ragged breaths.
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when Cash tangled both hands in his friend’s hair and brought Dylan’s mouth back to his cock. “Take me deep. Fuck, man, suck harder.”
Dylan’s cheeks hollowed as he gave Cash what he wanted. When Jen lowered her gaze to the floor, she saw the unmistakable bulge in Dylan’s jeans. He was hard.
She stroked herself, her clit throbbing so hard she knew she was two seconds away from orgasm. But she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to see Cash explode first. She watched as his eyes squeezed shut, as he bumped his hips into Dylan’s face, and when he moaned again, she knew he was getting close.
Jen was startled when his eyes suddenly popped open and focused on her. “Does this turn you on?” he growled.
She nodded numbly.
“You gonna come, watching Dylan suck me?”
Another nod.
He fisted his friend’s hair and thrust deeper. “Take it all. Show Jen how much you like doing this to me.”
Dylan groaned. He took Cash’s dick so deep that his nose brushed Cash’s abs.
She couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure inside her was too much. She rubbed furiously on her clit, grinding wildly into her hand.
“You want me to come in your mouth?” Cash asked in a guttural voice.
Dylan peered up, his lips stretched wide over the thick shaft. When he nodded, Cash growled again, then turned to meet Jen’s eyes.
His expression glazed over, his features grew taut, his hips rocked faster.
They came at the same time. Cash groaned as he climaxed, and her own orgasm intensified when she saw Dylan’s throat working to swallow every drop.
Ragged breathing cut through the air. Dylan glided his tongue over Cash’s glistening shaft before releasing him, then turned to look at Jen. Holding the gaze, he swept his tongue over his glossy lips.
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life.
“How was that?” Dylan said silkily. “Did it live up to your fantasy?”
Dazed and wide-eyed, she managed a nod.
The blond SEAL stood up, unzipped his jeans, and strode toward the armchair like a predator homing in on its prey.
“I’d ask McCoy to return the favor, but he looks like he needs some time to recover.” Dylan’s eyes glittered as he tossed a glance at Cash, who was struggling to regain his breathing. “So I think I’ll have to put your mouth to use instead.”
He opened the flaps of his jeans and his cock sprang up. Commando. She should’ve known.
Jen’s pulse drummed in her ears as he stepped toward her, his dick jutting in her direction. He was longer than Cash, not as thick but equally tantalizing. Saliva flooded her mouth the closer he came. She stayed seated, which put his erection at mouth level when he reached her. Fisting his shaft, he guided it to her face and prodded her lips.
“Open,” he murmured.
She opened, and he slid into her mouth in one smooth motion.
“This’ll be fast, honey. I just need to take the edge off.”
As she wrapped her lips around him, she peered past him and met Cash’s eyes. His heated gaze told her he liked what he saw. A lot. His reaction spurred her on, had her suckling on the crown of Dylan’s cock. She curled her fingers around the root of him and pumped, enjoying the low noise that exited his lips.
He wasn’t kidding. It only took a few long strokes, a few persistent sucks, before he spilled into her mouth and coated her tongue.
After he’d caught his breath, he brushed his fingers over her cheek, stroked her lips where they circled his dick, then withdrew slowly and dropped to his knees. When he leaned in to kiss her, she welcomed his mouth, her heart pounding. His kisses weren’t as dominating as Cash’s; they were sweeter, lazier, as if he had all the time in the world. His tongue tasted and swirled, his lips teasing her to the point of breathless, mindless sensation.
When she felt herself being yanked to her feet, she opened her eyes. “What now?”
“Now it’s your turn.” He glanced at Cash. “Bedroom?”
Cash was already on his feet.
A thrill shot through her as the men ushered her toward Cash’s room. Once there, she barely had time to blink before their hands were all over her. God. She’d never been so excited in her life. Her leggings came off, followed by her panties, her shirt, her bra. When she stood naked before them, both their gazes smoldered with appreciation.
“Damn, you are so fucking pretty it hurts to look at you,” Dylan breathed.
“Isn’t she?” Cash agreed, his eyes burning as they rested on her bare breasts.
She suddenly felt the urge to cover herself up. It was too much. Their hot, hungry gazes branding into her skin. The thick, erect cocks jutting from their unbuttoned pants. And then they started to strip, and she forgot all about her own sense of modesty. Shirts and pants hit the floor, Dylan’s belt buckle jingling when it connected with the hardwood.
Jen gawked at their bare chests, trim hips, muscular legs—pure sensory overload. She’d never seen so much smooth, tanned skin and bulging muscles. They were so utterly male that all the moisture left her mouth. Her throat felt like it was coated with sandpaper.
“On the bed,” Cash ordered.
The low, sexy command made her shiver. All uncertainty forgotten, she got on the mattress and stretched out on her back. A second later, there was a SEAL on either side of her, and two hot mouths latched onto her breasts.
Her hips shot off the bed.
Dylan chuckled. “Everything okay, Blondie?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as the guys feasted on her. Two tongues darted out to lick her nipples, and when she bucked in surprise, two sets of hands dug into her hips to keep her still. They suckled her, twin groans of approval vibrating in her breasts and bringing goose bumps to her skin.
The mattress dipped, and cool air met her nipple as Cash’s mouth left it. She shivered when his lips grazed her ribcage, then her navel, her pubic bone, her inner thigh. While Dylan continued playing with her breasts, Cash crouched at the foot of the bed and spread her legs. His hot breath tickled her core. Anticipation poured into her.
When his tongue flicked over her clit, she moaned with abandon and shifted restlessly on the bed.
“You like how Cash licks your pussy?” Dylan whispered before moving his mouth to her neck and nipping her flesh.
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“You want my tongue down there too?”
She trembled uncontrollably, unable to believe this was actually happening.
Without awaiting her reply, Dylan joined Cash between her legs. Cash immediately retreated to let his friend have a taste.
Jen groaned at the sudden change of pressure. “Oh…God.”
Dylan’s mouth was gentler, teasing her with feather-light kisses and long, drawn-out licks. As shivers danced over her naked flesh, she released a soft sigh of sheer contentment. Yet the moment she relaxed, losing herself in the sweet, gentle ministrations, he licked his way down her slit, speared his tongue into her core, and made her cry out with pleasure.
She’d barely recovered from the shocking invasion when he lifted his head to give Cash another turn.
Jen looked down, her heart pounding like a jackhammer. One dark head, one blond one. Between her legs. It was too much. They took turns teasing her into oblivion. Slow, fast, gentle, rough. A whirlwind of sensation fogged her brain and racked her body.
“Too much,” she choked out. “It’s so good…so…good. You’re going to make me explode.”
“That’s the point.” Cash laughed, then slid two fingers into her sopping wet channel and she nearly bucked off the bed.
Dylan captured her clit with his mouth and started to suck in earnest, his low groans vibrating in the sensitive nub.
And just when she thought she’d reached the ultimate pinnacle of arousal, she heard Cash mutter, “Want a taste?”
Dylan’s mouth abruptly left her.
Jen’s eyes flew open in time to see Cash slide those two long fingers directly into his friend’s mouth. Dylan sucked on them and growled with approval. “Fuck, she’s sweet.”
Cash caught her expression and grinned. “You okay, baby?”
“I…God, I…”
No words. She had no words. The guys chuckled before resuming their posts—Cash filled her with his fingers, Dylan tended to her clit, and it wasn’t long before every muscle in her body tightened and she came in an explosive rush. It was so intense she tried to wiggle away, but squirming proved to be an exercise in futility. Strong hands held her in place, husky voices murmured encouragement as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her.
When she was able to function again, she found both men kneeling in front of her, sporting matching grins.
“Don’t you dare high-five,” she grumbled.
“We already did. You were coming too hard to notice.” Dylan’s green eyes gleamed with sinful promise. “Ready for round two, or did we wear you out?”
Gulping, she eyed the blatant evidence of their arousal, the unconcealed hunger in their expressions. She was unable to fight the resulting burst of panic as she realized she really hadn’t thought this through.
Cash laid his palm flat on her belly. “What’s wrong?”
“I…um…” She licked her lips. “I’m not sure about the whole, um, double penetration thing.”
Dylan chuckled. “Not into ass play, are you?”
Her cheeks heated. “I’ve never tried it. I guess we could, if you—”
“No,” Cash interrupted. He moved his hand over her stomach in a tender caress. “This isn’t about us. It’s about you, and if you’re not comfortable with something, then it’s a no-go. Right, Dylan?”
“Right.” The other man didn’t even hesitate.
Relief trickled through her. As incredible as this entire encounter was, she wasn’t ready to jump into the darkly unfamiliar.
The bed creaked as Cash climbed off and walked over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer and grabbed a couple of condoms.
“How about Dylan watches for now?” he said roughly, rolling on a condom as he met her eyes. “Does that sound good?”
She nodded, overcome by a fresh surge of anticipation.
The bed squeaked again. Cash got on his knees and positioned himself between her thighs. Keeping their gazes locked, he drove into her, filling her completely.
Jen gasped.
Dylan, who was on his knees beside them, seemed to enjoy her reaction. With a faint smile, he tweaked one of her nipples and said, “Does he feel good inside you?”
She choked out an assent.
Dylan brought his hand to the juncture of her thighs and idly stroked her clit. With his other hand, he pumped his shaft, watching Cash’s cock tunnel in and out of her. Having another man there, touching her while Cash moved inside her, was so deliciously surreal.
As Cash slowed his pace and shortened his strokes, Dylan lowered his mouth, laving her clit with his tongue. His face was inches from Cash’s cock, and he must have been licking more than her clit because Cash suddenly released an agonized groan.
“That is one talented tongue,” he rasped at his friend, eyes dark with desire.
“You know it.” Chuckling, Dylan sat up and began stroking himself again.
Jen reached for him, more than happy to help him out, but to her surprise, Cash’s hand beat her to it.
He pumped his friend’s cock harder than she would’ve ever dreamed of doing, but Dylan didn’t seem to mind. He groaned, his head lolling to the side as he pushed his erection into Cash’s hand.
Heat pulsed between Jen’s legs. These guys were going to kill her. They weren’t fulfilling just one of her fantasies, but two, and as unbearable tension seized her core, she rocked her hips to meet Cash’s hurried thrusts. It didn’t take long for her to explode, and Cash wasn’t far behind.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His big body trembled, his expression filling with rapture.
The climax had him sagging forward. His cheek brushed over her nipple, tongue darting out to lick the tight bud as his breath warmed her skin.
When he withdrew, she whimpered in disappointment, longing for that feeling of completion. Then, remembering she had another man just dying to complete her, she turned to Dylan with a faint smile. “What are you waiting for?”
“You sure, Blondie?”
“Mmm-hmmm. I want you inside me.”
His green eyes burned. “Roll over. On your hands and knees.”
Despite the fact that her muscles had turned to jelly, she managed to roll onto her stomach and prop herself on her hands and knees. The mattress shifted again. Cash knelt in front of her and brought his semi-erect cock to her mouth.
“Tease me for a bit,” he said huskily.
Her tongue came out to explore just as Dylan moved behind her. She moaned when his tip brushed over her swollen opening. She had no idea how many times she’d come already, but the second he drove into her, she knew another orgasm was imminent, especially when he adjusted his angle and hit a sweet spot she hadn’t known existed.
“Oh, honey, you’re tight,” Dylan mumbled.
He rammed into her with absolutely no finesse, while Cash rubbed his hardening cock against her lips. The mattress squeaked out a reckless rhythm as Dylan pumped into her, hitting that spectacular spot with each stroke. Ripples of pleasure gathered in her belly, growing stronger when Dylan reached beneath her and strummed her clit with his thumb and forefinger.
Jen came with a loud cry. The second her lips opened, Cash pushed his now-stiff cock into her mouth. He pumped his hips, once, twice, and then he moaned and come spurted onto her tongue. A third groan joined the mix and Dylan’s sweat-soaked chest layered over her back as he shuddered with release.
Erratic breathing heated the air as the three of them recovered from the sexual tornado that had just swept through the room. As she fell forward on her elbows, Jen heard hoarse laughter—it took her a second to realize it had come from her.
“Are you all right?” Cash asked in a surprisingly gentle voice.
She lifted her head, another laugh tickling her throat. “Three words,” she croaked, her entire body throbbing with lingering pleasure. “Best. Ménage. Ever.”
