“I never took you for the kiss-ass type, Beck,” she squeaked as he blew a raspberry that sent a ticklish thrill up her spine. “Breast-obsessed, maybe.”
“Just my way of making it up to you, sweet little pussy…cat.”
Lucy’s giggles and sighs as Beck pressed kisses to her ass while Patrick played with her nipples filled Patrick’s heart with happiness.
He’d known he was in love with her for some time. The only reason he hadn’t said anything that night was because he wanted to be on equal footing with Beck and knew he just wasn’t ready to utter those words yet. Soon enough.
Chapter Nine
Lucy groaned as she stretched, perversely enjoying the sensation of sore muscles stretching after being overused the night before. They’d awakened her during the night and had both made love to her with tenderness that contrasted with their earlier fierceness the first time.
The bedroom was lit by the pearly gray of dawn, and the light of one candle that had lasted the entire night and now guttered at the bottom of its wick. Two pairs of warm hands tightened around her and she held back a giggle as they both cuddled her between them, their cocks rigid as marble and pressed tight against her.
Is this how my friends feel when they wake in the morning?
She breathed deep, reveling in their combined scents mingled on her skin. She wasn’t normally the type for snuggling, being too hot-natured, but the room was cool and all their bare skin felt delicious snuggled against her. Her internal clock finally kicked in and when she shifted to slip out from between them, Beck grasped her, wrapping his forearm under her breasts to pull her down to the mattress again. In a gravelly, sleepy voice, he said, “Where do you think you’re going?” His stubble raised gooseflesh as he rubbed it against her shoulder and sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her, igniting heat between her thighs.
“Making coffee. I’ll bring you both a cup when it’s done.”
He released her. “Okay, but hurry back.” He caressed her ass as she crawled to the end of the bed. Patrick growled something and then rolled over but stayed in bed. She looked back and wondered again if it was real or was she dreaming. Both of the men she wanted most in the world wanting her, making love to her together. She grabbed Beck’s dress shirt from the pile of clothes on the chair and slipped into it, taking a second to breathe in his appealing scent as she left the room and stumbled through the dark house.
The kitchen faced the east so it was illuminated by the pale dawn light and she was thankful as she searched the cupboards for the coffee. She didn’t want to disrupt the dreamlike quality of the morning by turning on the bright overhead lights. She flexed her hands, working out some of the soreness from the full workload the day before.
A sighing exhalation and the slight sound of bare feet on the wooden floor signaled that one of them had joined her. She smiled when strong arms wrapped around her from behind as she filled the carafe with water from the tap. Beck’s scent filled her nostrils as she turned her head and buried her nose in his throat then placed a kiss there.
“I sure like the look of you in my shirt,” he murmured in a voice still scratchy with sleep as he lightly rested his chin on her shoulder and held her. He lifted the hand she’d been massaging and pressed a gentle kiss to the palm. A slow burn ignited deep inside her at his intimate embrace. He tightened his arms and kissed the sensitive spot at the base of her throat where it met her shoulder. She shivered a little and her nipples peaked in reaction.
He released her and took the full carafe from her, pouring the water into the coffee maker. She filled the filter with coffee and popped it into the machine before hitting the start button.
After rubbing her ass against his groin, she turned to face him. He leaned against her, pinning her to the counter so she could feel the rigid pole through the shirt and his snug knit boxers. She smiled as she rubbed against him, her pussy welling with moisture and heat as she recalled the intensity with which he’d fucked her the night before.
His cock had felt like a hot brand the first time, marking her as his. Later in the night, he’d awakened her with gentle kisses and then had slid into her while whispering to her of what a fool he’d been and how good she felt. He never said he loved her but she hadn’t expected it and wished she hadn’t said anything about it early in the evening. She’d felt cherished as he’d brought her to a sweet, burning climax.
When they’d finished, they realized Patrick had been lying there watching them, his cock stiff and hard, and Lucy hadn’t been able to resist reaching for him. She was sore that morning but it was a good kind of sore.