Julián came around the front of the vehicle and said, “It’s cold out here. Let’s get her inside and get her all warmed up.”
“Some parts more than others,” she murmured.
Chris squeezed her. “I heard that.” He followed Julián in through the front door but didn’t set her down.
Julián flipped the lights on and she giggled. “Bachelor heaven.”
There was a flat-screen television that had to be at least eighty inches wide hanging on the wall in the living room. There was a half-empty bag of Cheetos on the coffee table next to a bowl with unpopped popcorn kernels littering the bottom of it. Beer and Coke cans sat on the end tables.
“Sorry about the mess. We were watching football last night.”
Julián didn’t pause to pick up the mess. He stalked through the living room to a hallway as Chris followed, still carrying her in his arms. He pressed his lips against the side of her head and breathed deep. She was eternally grateful she’d had time for a shower and shampoo before they’d gone to Grace’s. She didn’t want to take time for one now.
She looked around the masculine décor of the room they entered, and asked, “Whose bedroom is this?”
Julián switched on the second lamp on the other side of the bed and said, “This is Chris’s room. He got the king-size bed since he’s taller than me by an inch or two.”
Chris chuckled. “Bigger too. And I tend to move around in bed a lot.” Julián muttered something good-naturedly, but she couldn’t understand what he said as he stepped across the hall to what must’ve been the bathroom.
She giggled as Chris set her on her feet. “Oh yeah?” He was doing what he did, kidding, but she could see the barest trace of uncertainty in his expression, as if he was bracing for her to change her mind. Time to nip that notion in the bud. “I think I’d like to judge for myself,” she murmured, reaching up to trace her fingers through the thick curly black hair at his nape.
Gwen pulled Chris down for a kiss as she slid her other hand down his chest to his groin. He brushed his lips against hers, his touch seeking, before he stroked her bottom lip and joined his mouth to hers. The girth of him filled her hand as she caressed the enormous steel pole in his jeans.
Holy shit! Santa brought me a pony!
She purposely looked into his eyes as she stroked his impressive length, her cunt tingling in anticipation. “Perfect.”
The relief in his expression made her heart ache as he kissed her again. Had he been rejected for his manhood too? She would need patience to fit that big cock inside her, but she was taking every inch to prove that he had nothing to worry about or to be ashamed of. He was perfect.
Delicious warmth pressed against her as Julián closed in behind her and pulled her hair back from her shoulder to kiss to her throat. He slid a hand between her and Chris to stroke her belly before his fingertips ventured to the waistband of her jeans. She gasped as he slid his hand straight down and fingered aside the crotch of her lace panties.
“You don’t waste any time, do you, Julián?” she panted excitedly.
In a husky drawl, he replied, “I’ve waited a long time for you, Gwen.” He raked his teeth over her shoulder, creating a flurry of hot tingles that danced over her flesh and centered in her clit. She cried out as his fingers invaded the slick cream coating her cunt.
“You’re soaked and ready for us, aren’t you, Gwen? So fucking hot and ready.”
“Yes! Oh yes!” She arched against him as he teased her aching, hot lips. As he kept up his finger play, she felt the beginnings of her climax but he chose that moment to withdraw, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. She ground back against his hardened cock, trying to stimulate herself to orgasm, but Julián gripped her hips with a negative grunt.
“Don’t stop! Julián, please!”
Frustration and desire made her mind hum as she sagged against Chris, and waited for Julián’s next move. Just like that, she was putty in their hands. Chris’s scent, a mixture of his soap and his own masculine essence filled her nostrils as she pressed her face against his thickly muscled chest. She realized they were whispering to each other right about the time they stopped and Julián stepped away from her.
Chris stroked her jaw and kissed her as Julián pulled her shirt out of her jeans and stroked her flesh as he slid it upward, sending tickling shivers racing over her torso.
Julián whispered, “I’ve been looking forward to this all day, woman. To feel your silky skin and to have my hands on this lush, gorgeous ass of yours.” He gripped her hips for a second before sliding his hands down to cup and squeeze her butt cheeks.