Jessica’s Wolves(13)

Her eyes fluttered shut as Charles cupped her jaw with his hand. The legs she was squeezing together relaxed like jelly at the same time another hand, probably Reese’s, landed on her knee and gripped.

Bombarded with sensations never before experienced, Jessica sensed every neuron in her body firing at once, sending fireworks from her brain to every limb and her torso. She had no control over her movements, her synapses shooting messages everywhere at once.

When Charles nibbled his way around to claim her mouth, Reese lifted her hand and kissed each finger, lingering leisurely at each one to flick it with his tongue.

Charles wiped her mind of all thoughts when he devoured her lips, angling himself around her until she was smashed into the couch, crowded beyond belief. His kiss was anxious, demanding, a rapid fire of insistence leaning left and then right as though he were starving. When he swiped his tongue over the seam of her lips, pressing between them for entrance, a moan filled the air. Was it hers?

He tasted faintly of mint with an underlying hint of his own spice. As he explored every crevice of her mouth, his hand lowered to land on her shoulder, his thumb sliding delicately over her collarbone, his palm brushing against the upper swell of her breast.

Jessica arched into him, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke now. She ached all over for more contact, her body demanding to feel and be felt.

While Charles tasted every inch of her mouth, Reese managed to graze his lips up her arm. Even through the material of her long-sleeved shirt, she could appreciate the warmth of his breath and the heat that seeped into her skin and traveled up her arm and down her torso to meet with all the other heat gathering at her sex.

When Reese reached her shoulder and bumped hands with Charles, there was a flurry of movement. Charles pressed her into the couch, seeming to enter her mouth even deeper, sucking the life out of her until the world spun. In moments, Reese was on the ground in front of her, spreading her legs apart, his hands traveling up her thighs until they landed on her waist. She couldn’t see him from this angle, but there was no mistaking his location.

Needing more contact like a hiker needs water in the desert, Jessica arched again, squeezing her eyes tighter. If she didn’t look, she could almost pretend this was a dream. God, her pussy was in front of Reese’s face. He leaned against her frame and shoved her shirt up several inches until both warm hands held her around the middle, and his lips licked, teased, tasted, and tortured her belly.

Oh my God! She was going to come, explode beneath these two men driving her to the brink of insanity.

Her hands, which had been lying limply at her sides, came to life, and Jessica grabbed Reese’s head, unsure whether her aim was to pull him closer toward her, push him toward the opening between her legs, or push him away. She just squeezed. And then moaned so loud it yanked her out of this trance.

Jess jerked her face loose from Charles and leaned to one side to gasp for air. Her senses did not return to normal. Her body burned, a tingly sensation creeping up her arms and legs as though they were asleep. Probably they were since all the blood in her body was making her clit pulse with need.

She gripped the couch at her sides and squirmed beneath the hands roaming over her body. Were there more than just four? Every inch of her fell to the exquisite assault of palms on her thighs, her arms, her shoulders, and finally her breasts, weighed and massaged through her clothes.

The two hands on her thighs pressed them wider, and then a palm landed at the apex of her legs, applying undefined pressure to her clit, sending her over the edge into a state of bliss. “Oh God.” Her head rolled from side to side, and she pulsed against Reese’s hand, her pussy straining. She rode the wave of her orgasm for several minutes before it subsided, leaving her limp.

“God, honey. That’s so hot.” Reese’s voice broke into her haze of awareness. His mouth hovered against her belly, hot air blowing over her sensitive skin as he spoke. “You’re amazing. I could watch you come like that every day for the rest of my life and never be sorry.”

“That’s for sure.” Charles resumed his initial position, nibbling around her ear.

Instead of feeling supremely content, Jessica wanted more. After a few deep breaths, her eyes flew open. She glanced from one man to the other, realizing suddenly what she’d done. Where she was.

Two sexy men smiled at her. Her expression must have registered shock, and her mouth hung open because both Reese and Charles had a half grin. Reese still held her firmly by the waist—at least he’d let go of her crotch.

Charles’ lips were inches from her own. “Do you still want to run from this?” He lifted a corner of his mouth in a wry smile.