Victoria’s Secret Wish(46)

“I suppose you’re ready to have your arse handed to you in the pool again?” Britt placed his palms on the table and stood.

God. Did it bother him for her to stare at David like that? As Britt walked past, she grabbed his arm. “Hey.”

He turned back to her. “Mm?”

She tugged his hand and reached up to him as he bent down, pulled his head toward hers for a long, deep kiss. Damn. Hot. His cock was hard too. She gave him a good grope before ending the kiss.

“Right.” His dimple came out as he saluted, turned on his heel, walked to the pool edge and pretended to fall over dead into the water.

David winked, then did a cannonball into the pool.

* * * *

Victoria woke slouched between the guys on the couch, drowsy and content. What a day. She’d sunbathed while they played whatever they called that game in the pool, then they’d ordered lunch and lounged around outside. When a little rainstorm came up, they’d retreated inside. They both beat her at golf on the video game, but she’d slayed them at hangman. Then came dinner. More food, and champagne. Now they were watching…something on TV. Some guy show about shooting.

No sex, all day long. A little petting and teasing, just enough to keep her very aware.

Mm. Still sleepy, and the guys were really into their show. Going to bed alone sounded sucky and antisocial. She put her head in Britt’s lap, her back to the TV, and curled her feet up to her butt, next to David’s leg. Britt’s hands immediately went to her head, his fingers playing with her hair. He’d be hard as a rock before long.

Oh, David had taken her feet, and they were now in his lap. Nice foot rub. How could that possibly feel sexual? Damn. It must be, though, because she could feel his cock through his shorts, and he was into it. Well, she had caught him staring at her feet a few times. And his fingers did seem to be going in and out between her toes, in a rather phallic fashion…

She opened her eyes to look over at David. He seemed intent on her feet, but as if he felt her gaze, he looked over at her. God. He was gorgeous. His biceps flexed with the movement of his hands, his lips were open just a little, looking so crazy-kissable. But the eyes, the eyes got her every time. So honest, so vulnerable. Made her all melty-warm inside, so incredibly happy, so in love–

Holy shit.

That was not the plan. Her heart raced, and she needed to barf. God, she was a moron. Falling for the vacation fling was okay for single people, but not for happily married women.

Must be the champagne talking. Just horny, that’s all. She nuzzled into Britt’s crotch. Time to get him out and take the edge off.

Britt spread his legs, so she could cup him from below. Yep, he was ready for sure. His eyes were closed, his hands doing their thing in her hair. Kinky fool. She nibbled at him through his shorts and his breath hitched. Oh yeah, he was definitely onboard. The foot David wasn’t holding, she burrowed into his crotch, and heard him unzip. Ah, easy access for her to slide in there where he was all hot and firm. He felt nice along her arch, hard, smooth. His hands gripped her other foot, fingers rubbed a little faster. She fumbled with Britt’s zipper until he helped her, then pulled the shorts wide open. While she stroked him, she sucked at his base and pulled one of his balls into her mouth, then the other. She was so wet, liquid trickled until she squeezed her legs together.

David’s breathing quickened, and he pressed into her foot. She pulled the other away from his hand and slid it inside his shorts, held him between both arches. With both hands, he gripped her feet around his cock.

Her hair slid around her face and along Britt’s length. He groaned. She knew this old trick well. Lifting her head, she deliberately teased her hair down his shaft. He tensed, thrust himself forward into the mass of curls. She twisted the hair around him, then pulled away so it tightened like twine before finally sliding free. His eyes opened as he watched, nodded. Again.

Something slick and warm slipped along the ball of her foot. David’s lube. He pulsed against her. Wouldn’t be long for him. Could she get Britt at the same time?

He was lubing, too, but she caught his with her tongue, then gave him a hard suck before twisting her hair around him again. His hands gripped the back of her head. This time she cupped his balls, held them tight together, her pinkie reaching down his perineum. With a low moan, he tensed and she took him in her mouth, gripping a tight handful of hair and cock.

A higher groan from David, and she felt his release on her feet, while hot spurts jetted down her throat. When she’d finished swallowing, both guys’ heads were thrown back, their chests heaving.

Britt opened his eyes and grinned down at her. “Wouldn’t let me shoot your hair, eh love?”