Happiness rushed through him when she leaned up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him as he kissed her breath away.
Something brushed the backs of his fingers. Something that moved. It took him a little while to understand it was his friend’s cock. He jerked back and shouted, “Are you nuts? Fuck!”
Scott stared at him with a smirk. “Dude, what did you think would happen? Threesome means three people, remember? You’re supposed to share.”
He lifted a hand from her round cheek and flipped him off. “I don’t want to touch your dick!”
What the hell? His friend just shrugged. “I don’t see how you think we can do this without touching each other. Even if it’s not our dicks, it’ll be something else. Haven’t you done this before?”
He had but not with another man. He gulped and finally admitted it out loud. “I like it better when it’s two women.”
“So what am I doing here?” a voice piped up.
He looked down at Kristyn, having completely forgotten her for a moment. “Shit. Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean it that way. I just haven’t had a threesome where there were two men involved before.”
“Doesn’t sound like you’re ready,” she countered, pushing on his chest so he let her go.
He refused to pay it any heed and instead tightened his hold on her. Both hands now back on her butt, he rocked his hips forward and smiled at her little shriek. “Feel this?” he asked. “Can you really tell me I’m not ready?”
“Physically, maybe, but what about mentally?”
He rolled his eyes at the psycho babble. “Don’t play games with me, sweetheart. You’ll never win.” Before she could answer, and she’d intended to by the way her eyes had darkened, he lowered his head and captured her mouth once again.
That’s more like it, he congratulated himself, loving the way she felt against him. All he needed to do now was convince her to move this to the bedroom. It was time for round two…
Scott’s gaze was fixed on his friend’s hands, watching as they squeezed Kris’s ass, time and time again. He wanted to feel her too, wanted to have her body snuggled against his, her tongue around his. But no, he couldn’t move closer otherwise Drew got upset.
What had he thought would happen if they really went through with this threesome? Seriously! Of course, they were going to touch. Especially if she agreed to take them both together at the same time…
His dick twitched at the thought, a pearl of liquid appearing at the crest. His thumb took care of it, rubbing it into his skin before drifting down. Fuck, he was hard as a rock here and he’d barely touched her! He needed more.
He needed…her.
Seconds later, he was right beside them. One hand curling into her wet hair, he forced her head back, a groan escaping her lips at the rough move. So she’d liked that. Interesting.
Ignoring Drew’s unhappy growl, he pulled her to him, angling his face so his mouth was right where he wanted it to be. His tongue slipped between her lips, not giving her a choice, taking that kiss he’d been yearning for.
He was harsher than he usually was, but she seemed to really enjoy that. Her left breast brushed his side, and his hand automatically came up to cup it. He weighed it with relish, loving how smooth her skin felt, how tightly puckered her nipple became once he started playing with it.
She moaned into his mouth again, and he knew, right then and there, that this was going to change everything. It wasn’t going to be only sex; it would be more. He could feel it.
Or maybe he just hoped it would.
Right now, he didn’t care. He just wanted her.
Something pressed against her back, or rather, someone. She was so much shorter than them that instead of brushing against her ass, the hard cock rubbed against the curve of her spine.
Scott’s kiss was unlike anything she would have expected from him. He usually was the calmer of the two, the more serious one, but he was taking her mouth as if she were his only hope for survival, sucking on her tongue, her lower lip… God, he was amazing.
Another set of lips found the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She jerked at the faint touch that progressively got more pronounced, as if Drew had been testing her at first, testing her response. When she didn’t pull away it seemed to do the trick.
He sucked on her skin, probably leaving a very big hickey in its wake. Weirdly enough, that didn’t faze her. And yet he’d just marked her. She thought about it for a short while, but their touch was becoming more assured, and she was beginning to lose control.
Did I even say yes to any of this? she mused. She couldn’t remember doing so. She was accepting their kisses and caresses so maybe she’d already given them her answer. Just not a verbal one.