Island Pleasures(14)

“What?” Shock flew through her body. “You’ve had a threesome before?”

“A few times.” He ran his finger along the side of her throat. “Don’t knock it until you try it.” He kissed her and she grabbed his arms for support.

His lips grazed hers. She sighed as he swiped his tongue along her lips and teeth until she let him in. When he slipped his hand inside the bodice of her dress, she arched into his hold, wanting to be naked. At the touch of a second pair of hands, she moved away. A shirtless Woody stroked the inside of her thighs.

The heat in her stomach turned to liquid fire and settled in her pussy. She shook her head and scrutinized both men. “You can’t think…we should…?”

“Why not? We like one another and I can sense you’re attracted to me.” Woody nudged his chin in his friend’s direction. “He’s always been more comfortable sharing a woman. Right, buddy?”

Quinn’s hand stilled over her breast. His gaze held not only lust but also trepidation. She rested her palm against his cheek and he closed his eyes. A small smile filled his face. “He’s right. I haven’t had many lovers. The times I’ve been intimate with a woman, Woody joined me.”

“Are you saying I scarred you?” she whispered, stunned beyond belief.

He half-shook his head. “I wouldn’t go that far, but for some reason when we came to Grand Turk, we went wild. We had our first ménage together, and since then, more. Woody has enjoyed one-on-one times with a lady.” Quinn’s eyes opened and heat poured from them as he studied her. “But I never have. What we experienced together in the office and you here now gives me hope…shit, I’m not making any sense. You must think I’m a pervert.”

“We all have strange desires. Some act on them, while others push them way down inside, ashamed by how they feel. I live in Vegas, of all places, so kinky sex doesn’t freak me out. I don’t think you’re a perv.” He burrowed his face into the crook of his neck. She stroked the top of his head and kissed his cheek. Woody leaned back, watching in silence.

She’d always thought she was fearless, bold, and in that moment she wanted to do something radical. She mouthed, “okay,” to Woody, and tilting Quinn’s face up, kissed him. She put everything she had into it. When he responded and tightened his arms around her, she straddled him.

He tasted better than the sangria. He increased the force of the kiss until she panted, anxious for him to make her come.

“What do you want?” he asked around her mouth, moving down to suck where he had marked her.

Turning her neck for more of his attentions, she gaped as Woody pulled down his shorts and stroked his cock. He gripped his length and jerked fast, giving her a lusty stare. She wanted to feel his hands on her while she rode Quinn and made him come deep inside her.

When Quinn bit down on the side of her throat, she gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. He lifted her skirt and palmed her ass cheeks. She was glad she’d worn a thong instead of underwear, leaving herself free for him to play with. She met his mouth again and licked him inside, rocking slowly against his erection. His finger ventured near the crack of her ass. She shivered and bit down on his lip. Circling around, he slipped between her legs and flicked her slit. She let out a sob and then a squeak when he rose with her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips and continued kissing him, whispering in graphic detail what she wanted him to do to her.

He carried her into another room and set her on the bed. She watched him undress, overcome with desire for this man who turned her on in so many ways. Woody, with his shorts riding low on his hips, closed the door behind him. He squeezed Quinn’s shoulders. Both men looked at her, a question in their eyes. She held out her arms in a silent plea for them to take her.

She grasped the covers, watching Quinn’s cock bob upward, long and thick with a big mushroom head. Anxious for a taste, she knelt in front of him. He paused at the edge of the bed, clenching his fists. His stomach muscles jerked when she set her palms on his chest. Placing a kiss on his nipple, she licked a course down to his stomach, enjoying his crisp chest and belly hair, the salt on his skin an aphrodisiac. When she reached his navel, she circled the tip of his cock with her tongue. Gripping her hair, he kept her immobile while she sucked him off.

He grunted and cursed, calling out her name. She opened her mouth wider and took him fully inside, almost gagging when he bumped the back of her throat. He moved away and she rewarded him by cupping his balls. She bobbed up and down, beyond aroused. Cupping herself, she rubbed her slick folds.