“A theory we can test another time when you’re properly trussed up.” He kissed a path up her neck, moving to the side of her body to allow Trevor access to both breasts.
Trevor crushed the globes closer, flicking his agile tongue back and forth between the tight, ruddy nipples.
Colby kissed her. She groaned against his lips. She loved kissing him. He twined their tongues together and lazily tasted the recesses of her mouth. His rough fingertips stroked her spine, sending goose bumps across her naked flesh. His lips slid to her ear and he whispered, “Are you turned on?”
“Yes.”
“Is your cunt wet? Are you imaginin’ me slurpin’ all those sweet juices tricklin’ between your thighs?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm-mmm, I can’t wait. We’ll take good care of you in a minute. But for now, I’m dyin’ to see your lips wrapped around my cock. Unzip me, Channing.”
His buckle clanked as she unhooked his belt. Then he placed her right hand on the placket of his jeans. She scraped her nails along the hardened length. A quick yank and the button popped loose. She slid the zipper down a tine at a time.
Colby groaned.
Using both hands, she peeled back the jeans, delving her fingers beneath the stretchy waistband of his boxers and through the nest of springy hair. The damp, velvety soft tip greeted her palm. She squeezed his cock, mentally cataloguing its size and thickness. A frission of fear appeared. Talk about well-endowed.
He hissed. “Come on, don’t stop.”
Trevor kept working her nipples. The soft kisses vanished as his teeth nipped the pebbled tips. She gasped at the spark of pain and sighed at the soothing lick of his warm tongue.
Channing arched toward Trevor, wanting to concentrate on the exquisite sensations of his talented mouth—her former lovers never paid long, drawn-out attention to her breasts, but Colby elbowed him out of the way.
“On your knees, darlin’.” He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to the carpeted floor.
“What about me?” Trevor complained.
Colby caressed Channing’s face with such genuine affection a lump rose in her throat. “You’ll get yours. We’re gonna see how good our girl is at multi-taskin’.”
A wave of heat rolled through her belly. Her thighs were drenched and clenched.
“Here’s the plan. You’re gonna blow me while you’re givin’ Trevor a hand job. Gotta get used to sharin’, sweetheart.”
She nodded.
“That’s my girl. Trev, help her out. Unbutton your own britches.”
Colby had wiggled his Wranglers and boxers down to his knees. Channing got her first peek at his cock. A little puddle of drool formed in her mouth. It was by far the biggest dick she’d seen outside of Playgirl. Long. And thick. It curved up slightly. Pre-come oozed from the wide purple head. An angry blue vein pulsed on the underside and disappeared between his balls, which hung low, flanked by muscular thighs dusted with dark hair.
Without waiting for permission, the very tip of her tongue circled the weeping tip. Mmm. Colby tasted clean. Musky. Hot and salty. His cock twitched and he sucked in a sharp breath.
She turned and peered at Trevor.
Trevor gave her that killer bad-boy grin. He gently brushed a stray tendril from her damp forehead. “I’d never have pegged you as the kinda girl who’d do this, Channing.”
“Which is exactly why I’m here.” Her gaze dropped to his big hands, hesitating on his fly. Feeling bold, she challenged, “You shy, Trev? Or are you gonna show me what you’ve got?”
“I’ve got plenty to keep you satisfied.” He shimmied his jeans over his narrow hips. No underwear. Grinning, he placed his hands behind his head and wagged his dick at her. “Like whatcha see?”
“Mmm-hmm.” His cock actually looked longer than Colby’s, but it wasn’t as thick. The skin was paler, making the dark veins a bigger contrast against the lighter tone of his blond pubic hair. “Come closer.”
Trevor shuffled a couple of steps until he stood next to Colby. Without preamble Channing sucked him into her mouth like she was slurping a noodle. Released him. Did it again.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be suckin’ me off,” Colby reminded her.
“I need some moisture so I can work him with my hand.” She wrapped her fingers around Trevor’s shaft and began to stroke. “Like that?”
“Harder.”
Channing increased her grip, the twisting sensation echoing in her own body from her nipples to her throbbing cunt.
“Shit yeah. Just like that.”
She smiled and faced Colby.
He placed his palms on her cheeks, brushing the head of his cock across the seam of her lips. “Open up. Take me all the way in deep. That’s how I like it.”