Another shudder rippled through Lydia, and he could see the wave of gooseflesh that shimmered over her skin. “Clayton, it’s unbelievable.”
Clayton wrapped both arms around her torso, gently cupping a breast in one hand and a hip in the other as Chance transferred her body weight to him. The sweet scent of her perspiration-dampened flesh seeped into his senses as she reached her hands back to his neck and shoulders.
She tilted her lips to his for a kiss as Chance lubricated his cock. Lydia gasped lightly when Chance stroked a little of the lube onto her pussy lips. Chance accidentally brushed his fingertips against the base of Clayton’s cock, causing him to jerk at the contact. The movement caused Lydia to clench uncontrollably on his cock but he did his best to maintain self-restraint, wanting this to be a good first experience for her.
He and Chance were in agreement about not interfering with each other’s stroking and touching of Lydia, but incidental contact like that was unavoidable and didn’t bother Clayton at all. It was her pleasure that mattered to both of them.
Holding her securely, Clayton leaned back with her and groaned as his cock slid a little deeper. She was evidently beyond speech as she panted lightly, allowing him to position her.
Chance positioned his cock and closed his eyes as he thrust gently into her tightly crowded pussy. The sensation was unbelievable as Lydia squeezed Clayton’s cock with her tight muscles in reaction. Her moans were sounds of erotic desperation as she was filled with both of them. Chance groaned as he flexed his hips, taking his time with her until he was seated to the hilt in her pussy.
She opened her bottomless, turquoise-blue eyes and gazed up at Clayton, the trace of a smile on her face and in her eyes as she kissed him and then turned to kiss Chance. A bolt of lightning lit the darkening sky, and thunder crashed seconds later.
Unable to contain the urge any longer and knowing the moment had arrived, Clayton thrust against her and pulled out a bit, then thrust again. Lydia’s eyelids fluttered closed, her long, dark eyelashes like a smudge feathered against her upper cheeks. Well-prepared and well-lubed, his cock slid with relative ease in the tight, fist-like grip of her ass.
Chance flexed in time with Clayton’s thrusts so that she was constantly filled with one or the other of their cocks. Lydia eventually found her place in the rhythm, purring blissfully as she rocked back and forth between them. After a minute her body grew tense and trembled between them. “I can feel it, guys. It’s coming! Oh, God!” She whimpered as the tension around Clayton’s cock increased.
Chance reached between them and must have stroked her clit. She threw back her head and howled with pleasure as her pussy and ass rippled and clenched with the spasms of her climax. Let off his chain but going as gently as he could, Clayton thrust into her ass. He fought the animalistic part of him that wanted to lose complete control and pound into her as the pressure built in his pelvis until it released in a cataclysmic surge. He let loose with a howling cry of his own. Chance held tightly to her and thrust several more times before he moaned in ecstasy. Clayton’s release pulsed into her ass in great, searing waves. A bright flash of light lit the window. Clayton pressed his forehead to her shoulder and shuddered as the last wave hit him and Chance groaned loudly and slumped against her as well.
Shuddering delicately, Lydia reached for both of them and laid one hand on their shoulders. An ecstatic-sounding sigh came from her lips.
The three of them were still intimately connected as the storm finally got its groove on and the rain began to pour. Clayton looked down at Lydia as some subconscious part of him waited for the crash that should follow the flash of lightning. Instead, he heard the sound of tires squealing to a stop on concrete and looked out the window.
Ace Webster’s big, black Hummer was parked on the circular drive, adjacent to the window they were currently flagrantly positioned in front of. Through the windshield, Ace made eye contact with him, his hands still tightly gripping the steering wheel. He looked ready to commit murder. Chance cursed softly as he caught sight of the vehicle, too.
Stirring, Lydia looked up between them, seeking another kiss or caress, and her eyes focused out the window. “Oh, fuck a duck.”
Chapter Twenty-five
Chance kissed Lydia’s shoulder, refusing to lose the moment completely, and said, “The next time we have a ménage it won’t end quite this abruptly.”
Sounding mildly panicked, Lydia replied, “I know. I’m sorry. This is entirely my fault.”
Clayton shook his head. “Not really. We should’ve remembered to remotely lock the front gate. Sorry, Lydi,” he said with a reluctant-sounding groan as he pulled his cock from her ass. Chance heard the door slam on Ace’s vehicle.