Gun Shy(21)

“I’m not smaller!”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re longer and thinner. Scott’s thicker. Can we please move on? I still say you should be first.”

“First? Does that mean you want us both to take you here?” Scott asked, tapping the end of the plug. It resonated inside her, the feeling unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

“God. Yes. I mean, I’ll try. Yes.”

“You’re one amazing woman, you know that?” Drew’s face appeared beside her, his lips finding hers a moment later. She let him take over the kiss, losing herself in the way he made her feel with just the caress of his tongue and mouth. And when he pulled back, it was only because Scott had announced it was done.

“What do you mean?” She tried looking over her shoulder.

“Can’t you feel it, sweetheart? It’s inside you. To the hilt.”

“Oh.” She wiggled her hips a little, shifting from side to side until she decided whether or not she liked it. She flopped onto her back on the bed. “Take me!” she called out, opening her arms.

Laughter met her words.



“What’s gotten into you?” Drew asked with a smirk.

“Well, not you at the rate this is going.” She pouted as she leaned back onto her hands, her breasts shifting slightly.

His gaze zeroed in on them, his hand reaching out to flick one nipple. “You want more, I take it?” he murmured.

She watched him kneel down beside her and smiled. “Yes!”

“Are you ready to come, Kristyn?” Scott asked, already settling between her thighs. This was déjà vu, he thought, recalling what had happened in this very bedroom only days before. But this time, they were going all the way.

They’d fuck her to heaven and back, in her pussy, her ass, everywhere. He wanted to hear her screams ring over his head, feel her nails bite into his back as he pounded into her. “Let’s do this.”

She was already moaning when he got to her breasts. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of him or what his friend was doing, but he decided not to care. After all, they both had the same goal. They wanted to please their lovely roommate.

He took one nipple between his lips and sucked, his hand cupping her other breast, her skin as soft as before. Her areolas were a dark pink when he pulled back, the buds surrounded by crinkled skin. He smiled, proud of his work.

Her hips rocked up, and he looked down just in time to see Scott spread her pussy lips with both thumbs, exposing her to their avid eyes.

Her clit was instantly recognizable, standing out amidst all that pale pink flesh like a beacon. He nearly salivated at the thought of sucking on it until she came. He wondered how her juices tasted, if it was really as good as what his friend had described during their morning run.

He watched Scott’s face lower and reacted unconsciously. “Stop!”

Kris groaned in disappointment. “Come on. I need this!”

Scott looked at him, clearly waiting for him to explain why he’d interrupted them like that. “Let’s switch. I want to taste her.”

Scott stared at him in silence for a moment before nodding. “Sounds fair.”

Drew nearly let out a sigh of relief. Instead, giddiness spurred him on. He never thought he’d be dying to lick a woman’s pussy, but Kristyn was different. This felt different. Usually, he was a fuck-and-disappear kind of guy, only interested in getting himself off as fast as possible. Oh, he liked blowjobs. He liked pleasuring women too, but he hadn’t found someone worthwhile in so long that he couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d gone down on one.

He just hung out at Hell’s Dune with his fellow SEALs and waited for someone to show their interest. He only needed to take them outside the bar or even to the bathrooms, and he got what he needed. Simple.

He imagined Kris in such a situation and nearly grinned.

“Stop smiling and start touching!” said woman snapped, her voice tense.

“Are you sure giving me orders is a good idea?” he teased her as he slid up the bed and positioned himself between her legs.

“Oh.” She blinked. “Drew?”

“Yeah?” He wasn’t really following the conversation now, too busy checking her out from up close. She’d shaved since their last time together. Her lips were bare, her curls forming a thinner line that stopped right where it became interesting. He hummed as the scent of her arousal drifted all over him. She was so fucking wet!

“Make me come. Pretty please?”



He hadn’t needed to be told twice!

Kristyn’s thighs spread even more under the pressure of his torso, her knees forced to lie against the mattress. The position was somewhat uncomfortable, but it wasn’t as if she was going to tell him off, not when he was slowly tracing her slit, from her clit to her opening, down to where the plug hung out of her.