The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(121)

Because her dress’s skirt was already hiked, she had no trouble kneeling in front of him. The carpet was soft and padded, like it had been designed for mischief. She wrapped her fingers around Zane’s base, her thumb on the bottom to rub the raphe. The dark veins that fed his stiffness created a very masculine image.

“You’re too tall for me to suck comfortably,” she observed. “Please plant your feet wider.”

He moved his long legs apart, his breathing going ragged in synchrony with Trey’s. The sympathy between the men thrilled her, the fact that arousing one stirred up the other. She sensed Zane looking at his friend across the enclosed space.

“I want him down there with you,” he said, more request than demand. “I’d like him teasing you while you’re teasing me.”

His manners earned him consideration. She glanced back around at Trey. He was a hot picture too. He had one hand clamped around his hard-on, like it needed extra confining.

“That would gun my motor,” he admitted.

The rasp in his voice heated her pussy to overflowing. “You won’t take control?”

“No,” he promised, then broke into a grin. “Zane and I will save that for dessert.”

She couldn’t repress her shiver. Green eyes gleaming, Trey sank to the floor behind her. He yanked down his zipper, shoved the nice trousers to his hips, and took hold of the wall rail. He slipped his second hand down the front of her silk panties.

“Mm,” he said, rubbing her outer folds with two fingertips. “You’re all plumped up and hot.”

The light strafing tingled more deeply rooted nerves, making her pussy clench. He brushed the tip of her clitoris, and she sucked in her breath sharply. She was swollen and sensitized. Each glancing touch felt incredible. He must have known. He took her bud between his thumb and finger and pinched gently.

“Trey,” she gasped as sensation shot through her.

He bent to nip her earlobe, growling with enjoyment. “Better suck him now,” he advised. “Before I destroy your concentration.”

He could destroy it. His arm had shoved the blue dress higher, while his hand pushed her panties down. His cock throbbed hot and thick along the cleft of her bottom cheeks. He felt heavy, the aliveness of him exciting her. She suspected Zane saw him there.

When Zane licked his lips, she knew he did.

“Please,” he said, hands fisted around the rail. “Rebecca, put your mouth on me.”

She put her tongue on him first. Up the head she licked, lap after lap, until he quivered uncontrollably. Her lips were next, their nerve endings perfect for savoring how soft the skin that wrapped him was. She wasn’t as bold as Trey, but she didn’t neglect the ring where excitement had drawn back his foreskin. When she finally opened her mouth for him, he moaned like he was dying and pushed inside.

Trey chose the same moment to slip one finger inside of her.

Her lovers were both so careful and yet so tense with longing. She closed her eyes and took Zane’s cock further, as if he were a delicious dish whose ingredients she needed to analyze. Thickness slid across her tongue. Heat. Strength that pulsed like a heart. She creamed around Trey’s gently stroking finger.

Moved by that, Trey’s body pressed harder against her back.

“Don’t,” she said when Zane’s hand came to cup her head.

He’d forgotten himself. He returned his grip to the brass railing.

She sank down his shaft and drew up again, tightening her lips, working him with her tongue. Sweet fluid oozed from him.

“Christ,” he said, his hips wriggling helplessly.

Rebecca pulled free and looked up his tall body. His eyes weren’t exactly focused, but he looked straight at her.

“That was so fucking hot to watch,” he confessed.

Rebecca smiled. “I bet Trey would like us both to watch him.”

She leaned to the side so Trey could lean in, which he seemed happy to do. This was better than a ringside seat. She was so close to the action she could feel Trey’s exhalations fanning Zane, could practically count how many degrees their temperature had gone up. A bead of pre-cum squeezed from Zane’s championship hard-on.

“Keep steadying him,” Trey directed her. “Zane, don’t move your hands from where they are.”

Trey licked him like she had, then brushed him with his lips. When he swallowed him halfway down, both men moaned with pleasure.

She guessed it got to them more than they planned.

“Fuck,” Trey said, pulling free shakily. He moved his hands to lacy sides of her panties. No, he’s not, Rebecca thought, but he did, making a growling noise as he ripped them off.