The tension had reached astronomical proportions by the time Beck and Patrick turned off the movie they’d been watching after PJ was bathed and put to bed. Lucy lay on the couch between them and they’d been playfully petting and stroking her until she’d become restless and needy for more. Even through the denim she wore, Beck could feel how hot she was.
“Can we go to bed, guys?” Lucy whispered with blatant lust in her eyes. “I need fucking…bad.”
Chapter Eleven
Lucy never ceased to amaze Beck. One minute she was an angel, and the next she was a little devil. He loved that about her.
Quicker than a lightning bolt, Beck was up and off of the couch. Patrick turned off the home theater system and tossed the remote aside on the couch as he helped her up.
After shutting out the lights, they went into Patrick’s bedroom and locked the door. Her blue jeans and top, and their clothing, fell to the floor and they sandwiched her between them. Her body heat sent a sizzling electrical current through him and his ramrod-stiff cock throbbed with fiery pulses of lust.
With one arm in front of her and the other arm behind her, she held them to her tightly. Possessively. She moaned when Beck gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed firmly. Somehow he always seemed to wind up behind her and he liked that just fine.
He loved the feel of her solid, warm flesh in his hands. He was fascinated by the way her waist tapered and then flared at her hips, framing her upside-down heart-shaped ass. He’d caught himself drooling a couple of times just from watching the way she moved, swinging her hips in unconscious enticement as she walked.
“Find something you like back there, Beck?” she asked as she pushed back against him.
“Matter of fact, I was just wondering when you’re going to let us fuck this tight little ass of yours, sweetness,” Beck growled. The lust in Patrick’s eyes probably mirrored his own. It was obvious he’d wondered the same thing.
“Beck’s an ass man,” Patrick said with a chuckle as he went down on his knees in front of her. “On the other hand, I’m a breast man.” He looked up at her with worship in his eyes. It was the truth that they were becoming a little obsessed with all her body parts.
“You don’t have to kneel in front of me, Patrick” she whispered as she rubbed his shoulder. “The floor must be hard on your knees.”
Patrick glanced at Beck and then smiled up at her. “I don’t mind kneeling for the right woman, Luce.” He closed his eyes and a shudder raced through Lucy’s body as he pressed his mouth to her abdomen and slowly squeezed and caressed her breasts, catching the nipples between his fingers.
Lucy’s head fell back as she moaned again, and Beck slid his hands up her arms and then wrapped them around her shoulders, letting her know she could lean against him. Beck watched her react to Patrick’s attention as he stroked her abdomen and sucked first one nipple and then the other.
Wanting to add to the barrage on her senses, Beck licked his middle finger and slid it between her curvy butt cheeks and smiled when she sucked in a deep breath as he found and circled her back door with his stroking finger. Her whole body went tense and her rim tightened.
With eyes closed, Patrick smiled around her nipple and slid his hands up her waist and held the full globes of her breasts in his hands and squeezed.
Beck dragged his teeth along her throat and a full body shudder wracked her as he bit down lightly on the cord of her neck just above her shoulder. Gooseflesh raced over her skin and her knees might have buckled if they hadn’t been holding her up when he slid his other hand over her abdomen and down to her pussy. Slick dampness soaked her outer lips, spilling out onto his fingers as he gently parted them. He rubbed her lips and found her clitoris already engorged and hot.
She reached behind her, grasping his shoulder with her warm hand, and she tried to speak but only made unintelligible moaning sounds.
He nibbled her earlobe and whispered, “Feel good, sweetness?”
“Oh…” was all she could manage at first. “You…you make me feel so good. I wish I could tell you how I…” Her voice caught in her throat. She shivered and sank her fingernails into his shoulder with a moan.
As curious as he was to know what she meant by her impassioned words, Beck persisted in sliding his moist fingertip around her anus as he caressed her juicy, wet cunt with his other fingertips. Her lips were swollen and her opening was tight and hot, and all he could think about was getting inside her. At the rate they were going, he’d explode before that happened.
When they’d talked to Ethan earlier in the week at the Dancing Pony, he’d suggested that if they really wanted a ménage, then her comfort and needs were their first priority. He’d also suggested that they take the sex in stages, rather than starting out with double penetration. Beck had been a little embarrassed when Ethan asked if she was experienced with anal sex and he’d had no idea.