Anticipation quivered through Marissa as Rip stared at her, his gaze focused between her legs. God, she wanted to feel his lips on her. His fingers glide inside her.
As if reading her mind, Rip stroked his hand down her stomach, then between her legs. His fingertips glided over her slick flesh.
“You’re so wet.”
Then he drew his hand away and just gazed at her again. She ached inside, needing more.
He leaned toward Killer and whispered something. A big smile turned up Killer’s lips.
“Great idea. She won’t mind?” Killer stood up. “Marissa, get on the bed.”
Marissa turned and walked toward the bed. Raven was stretched out with one man’s face buried between her legs, while the other stroked her breasts.
“Stop,” Rip said with enough authority that both men stopped what they were doing and glanced his way. “Guys, come join us.”
The two men rolled away from Raven and stood up, then walked toward them.
“Marissa, sit on the bed beside Raven,” Killer said.
As Marissa complied, the men grabbed the teak chairs from around the table and set them close to the bed, facing it.
“Lie down, Marissa.”
Raven moved over as Marissa lay down on the crisp white sheets, her head cushioned on the soft pillow, totally conscious of being naked beside another half naked woman. Raven’s top had been stripped away, but she still wore her jeans.
“Raven, come over here,” Rip said. He didn’t have the edge of authority in his voice that Killer had, but Raven obeyed immediately.
Once she stood in front of him, he told her to take off her jeans. She unzipped and dropped them to the ground.
“Now your thong,” Rip said.
Without hesitation, she shed it, heedless of the four men watching her.
“Now, you are going to do whatever Killer wants. Okay?”
“Yes,” Raven said, then glanced at Killer.
“Get on the bed beside Marissa and stroke her breasts.”
Shock vaulted through Marissa at the words. She watched Raven walk toward her with wide eyes. This was not what she’d expected. Not that she’d expected any of this when Killer had first led her onto the patio.
Raven knelt on the bed beside Marissa and her soft hands rested on Marissa’s ribs. Slowly she began to caress, from side to side in gentle strokes. Soon Marissa’s skin tingled, and her nipples peaked to tight buds. By the tine Raven touched her breasts, Marissa was yearning to feel her soft hands glide over them.
Raven stroked her, slowly, around and around, then finally found her hard nipples. Marissa had to bite back a cry of pleasure.
“Take her nipples in your mouth, Raven.”
Raven leaned forward, heat in her olive green eyes, and wrapped her lips around Marissa’s aching nub. Marissa did moan when that hot, wet mouth closed over her.
“Fuck, this is hot,” Wild Card said.
“Open your legs, Marissa,” Killer commanded.
Marissa widened her legs, and Raven shifted between them. The soft skin of Raven’s legs brushed against Marissa’s inner thighs and need raced through her.
“Raven, I want you to lick that sweet pussy of hers.”
Marissa sucked in a breath, not sure she could let this continue. But as soon as Raven released her aching nipple, leaving it needy and wanting, and shifted down her body, Marissa knew that she wanted to feel Raven’s mouth.
Raven touched Marissa’s wet folds with her soft fingers, then she dipped forward and her tongue brushed against Marissa’s sensitive flesh. A moan escaped her at the delicious sensation.
“God damn,” Shock said.
Marissa opened her eyes to see Shock’s hand tightly gripping his big cock, stroking it. Before her eyelids fell closed again as Raven’s tongue pushed inside her, she realized all the men were sporting solid erections again.
Raven pulsed her tongue inside Marissa, then licked upward. She drew open the folds, then pressed her tongue against Marissa’s clit.
“Oh, yeah,” Marissa whimpered.
“Fuck, I’m going to come again,” a male voice said, but Marissa didn’t know or care who.
As pleasure swelled through Marissa, Raven slid her fingers into Marissa and pulsed them inside as she teased her clit.
“Oh, God, that’s so… ahhh….” Marissa felt the world drop from beneath her as she shattered in orgasm.
Raven’s fingers stroked her passage as she sucked her sensitive nub, allowing her to gently float back to earth.
Raven leaned back, a smile on her lips, her fingers still resting on Marissa’s sensitive flesh.
“I… uh…Thank you.” Marissa said.
“God, damn, that was so fucking hot,” Shock said.
Killer stood up and approached the bed. “Yes, it was.”