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“I have died and gone to heaven,” Bullet moaned, his hands drawn to her breasts, his mouth to her neck just like in the corridor at the hotel. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning back against his body. “I do love a woman with a naked pussy. What do you think, Trigger?”

*

Trig stood watching them, his eyes drawn to that spot of her body, her lower lips glistening, her pink clit just peeking past the folds. She stood there pressed against Bullet, her body nude, her eyes slitted with pleasure. She watched him watching her, her arms above her head wrapped around his best friend’s neck, wearing nothing but heels. His cock jerked and throbbed behind his pants, demanding release. But damn, he wasn’t ready for this night to come to an end. “I think she has a beautiful pussy, Bullet.”

“Trigger, lick her clit. I want to watch you in that mirror.” It was a demand, a lurid demand from Bullet. Bullet never made demands of him, but was always the submissive one letting Trig take the lead, but tonight something was different. Bullet was different. Kailey was like crack to him. Her pussy would be sweet; he could smell her need on his fingers still. He longed to taste her. Her eyes beckoned him; her soft moans called to him.

Trig dropped to his knees in front of her. Trailing his fingers up her thighs, he parted her pussy lips. Lifting one leg, letting Bullet hold her wide for him, he leaned in, his cock throbbing hard at her scent. Addictive, musky, sweet, cream coated her thighs. Her vaginal walls throbbed, begging him to fill her. Her clitoris swelled, the hard nub standing out waiting for him to take it in his mouth and…

She cried out his name when his lips closed around her, his tongue hot and rough as he licked her, drawing her deeper into his mouth. God, she tasted divine. He spread her wider with his fingers holding the outer folds open. He sucked her deep into his mouth, flicking her clit with his tongue while Bullet held her still for him. Her cries grew louder as he sucked her, Bullet’s whispered encouragement all he needed to drive her over the brink. He licked lower still, finding her opening, swollen, throbbing dripping with cream. He fastened his mouth over her, driving his tongue inside her, until she lost control.

“Goddamn, Trigger man, she’s going to claw me to death if you keep that up.” Her body went rigid, her thighs shook violently as she went over. Her cries became long and drawn out as he continued to thrust his tongue deep inside her until she went limp against Bullet. Her cries of pleasure turned to whimpers.

“See, Kai, I told you my man Trigger loved pussy. Damn, Trig, that was hot, and Christ, that was so nasty I about came right along with her.”

* * * *

The world slowly came back into focus. The body holding her up was hot and hard, his erection pressed against her backside grinding into her, one hand still cupped her breast, the other held her leg. She watched as Trig pressed kisses along her inner thigh, his fingers working the strap on her sandal. Once her foot was free, Bullet lowered her leg to the floor, and Trig removed the other sandal. He rose to his feet towering above her. She caught sight of the three of them in the mirrored window—her body, nude and small between two still fully dressed giants turned her on. It should have scared her to death, but something crude swirled inside her. A monster reared its head, wanting more, more, please, a lifetime of more.

“You ready?” She heard Trig say over her head, his hands gliding up her arms, unhooking her hands from behind Bullet’s neck, drawing her arms down, caressing her flesh as he spoke.

“We forgot the condoms.” Bullet sounded disappointed. Her heart started pounding in her chest; there would be no more. Then she remembered stopping at the store on the way home from the city, an impromptu purchase.

“In the bedside table drawer.” She nodded toward the bed, her eyes growing large imagining what was going to happen there. Bullet left her then, her back cold without his support. There was more than just condoms tucked in there, and she heard Bullet crow. He’d found the lubrication and her dildo.

“Little Miss Professor came to play,” he cried from the bed. She heard a thud followed by another as he climbed in. She looked past Trigger in time to see Bullet prop himself up on the stack of pillows at her headboard and sprawl his long heavily muscled legs out on her bed, making the king-size mattress look small. He unbuttoned his shirt while she watched, tugging it out of his pants, his erection bulged large beneath his zipper, and in two smooth steps he freed himself. Gripping his cock at the base, he stroked upward. She watched, fascinated, as it lengthened and throbbed in his hand. “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” Fear gripped her as she looked into Trig’s eyes. He watched her, a cold intensity hiding in the brown depths, his mouth tilted into a grin that mirrored the ones Bullet wore so often.

“For you, baby.” He dipped his lips to hers, lifting her off her feet. He kissed her and drew her tongue into his mouth, and she forgot her fear as he placed her on the bed between Bullet’s knees. “I want you to suck him, Kailey.”

Oh God, she looked from one to the other. Bullet lay on the bed, his monster cock waving in front of her, his eyes lit with fire, a smile on his lips. Trig stood on the floor undoing the buttons she hadn’t managed to free, then tugged his shirt off and tossed it on the floor.

Oh God, oh God, oh God. She couldn’t help herself; she took Bullet’s cock in her hand. He was thick and not as long as Trig, the head of his cock more pointy, less blunt. Oh God, he tasted so damned good it scared her. He moaned when she took him inside her mouth. His eyes fluttered closed; he threw his head back and moaned again. Heat swirled in her pussy. She gasped at the force of the desire that clawed at her, driving her to do things she never would have considered before. And she took him deep, circling his cock with her tongue gliding around him, deeper with each dip of her head.

“Fuck, Trigger, she’s good.” Bullet wound his hands in her hair and held her as he thrust into her, gently at first, then his strokes grew longer until she felt him hit the back of her throat. Trigger’s hand on her back startled her. He lifted her body, drawing her away from Bullet and the prize she’d won for herself. “He’s too close, baby.”

He drew her onto her knees, leaning her against his chest. He was naked now. She wrapped her hands behind her, gripping his ass cheeks. His lips grazed her neck, then his teeth. His hands cupped her breasts, lifting them high while he thumbed her nipples. His teeth were sharp against her skin, his mouth holding her, sucking her until she began to shake from anticipation.

*

Nearly forgetting the condom, Bullet stifled a groan. Goddamn, Trigger had learned some new tricks since they’d last been together. He held her to his body, feasting on her neck, pinching her nipples until she was shaking, crying out his name, begging for release. Christ, he’d never seen anything so damn erotic in his life. Her orgasm washed over her. She bucked against him, slamming into his body. His cock throbbed with the contact, as she came just from Trigger’s mouth on her neck and his hands on her tits. When her tremors subsided, Trig walked her up the bed until she straddled Bullet's legs, and then, with a sigh, he was deep inside her.

“Hey there, sweetheart, did you miss me?” He took her lips, pulling her against his body, her swollen nipples hard against his chest. He stroked her back, waiting for the muscles between her legs to stop throbbing before he dared move again. “You feel so nice sitting there on my cock, Kailey.”

She wanted to move, to ride him, but he held her still, waiting for the sound of the condom package ripping. Trig met his eye from above her. Bullet spread his legs wide, forcing her even wider as Trig settled in behind her.

*

Cold wet liquid trickled down her backside. Kailey, intent on the cock inside her, looked back to find Trig stroking his condom-covered erection. He tossed the tube of lubricant onto the bed, and her heart slammed into her rib cage as he moved behind her. With the tip of his cock probing her ass, gliding across the opening, he opened her wider, and slowly dipped inside her, working the liquid in, stretching her.

“Hey, baby, shh, shh, look at me,” Bullet called to her, his rough hand on her face drawing her attention away from the scene behind her. His mouth locked with hers, greedily suckling her mouth. She ignored the pain that always came with penetration there. She kissed him back, taking what he so freely gave.

“Oh baby, that feels so good,” she said as Trig leaned against her back pressing her against Bullet’s chest, rocking into her from behind.

“Trigger.” Bullet threw his head back, his breathing harsh. “That feels so good. That’s it, Trigger.” Trigger didn’t say a word as he pistoned into her, driving her body onto Bullet’s cock, forcing her movements, controlling the pace. She could feel them inside her, separated by a thin wall of muscle and flesh, pressing against each other. The image in the mirrored window went beyond carnal. She saw her face as Bullet bucked into her, short fast thrusts that had her panting, and Trig’s long, slow thrusts driving her more and more over the edge. Orgasm, hot and nasty, began in her toes, the hot molten lava traveled her body spinning out of control.

“Fuck, oh God, fuck.” Bullet went rigid beneath her, his cock throbbing violently inside her, pushing her over the edge where sensation turned to pain and back to swirling violent pleasure. She watched them in the mirror, the man beneath her arching into her body, his face twisted in release, his hands cupping Trig’s ass, urging him deeper. He begged for more, and Trig complied, pushing into her, slamming her against Bullet’s chest until her own cries mingled with Bullet’s. Then Trig lay against her, his body straining. Sweat dripped onto her shoulder as he kissed her, and then he rolled onto the bed where he withdrew and simply held her until her body cooled.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving.” Bullet’s voice penetrated the haze in her brain a short while later. He rolled on his side, his mouth soft on her lips, his blue eyes sated and amused. “We missed dinner.”

Trigger tucked her against his body protectively and sighed. “I could eat. How about you, Kailey? Are you hungry?”

Were they insane? She couldn’t even move. How the hell did she know if she was hungry? “There’s food in the kitchen. Help yourselves. I’m going to curl up here and die for a while.”

Bullet’s laugh triggered something deep in her belly. “That is probably wise, Kai. Trigger will be ready for seconds soon.”

“You two have done this before.” She didn’t know whether to be upset or thrilled. “Seduced the same woman, I mean.”

“Not for a very long time.” There was regret in Bullet’s voice, a loneliness she didn’t think he knew was there. “After we went to college, Trigger and Bullet, loose on a campus where we were gods—it was contagious like a disease. But damn, it was fun—just me and Trigger and one girl between us.”

“Are we getting food or what?” Trigger wasn’t as nostalgic about Bullet’s walk down memory lane. “That was a very long time ago, Kailey; we were stupid.”

“Yeah, just a couple of stupid kids living life to the hilt. Damn, I miss those days. I want chicken and a big freaking glass of iced tea. Where are her keys, Trigger? I’ll get dinner.”

“I think I dropped them by the door. Don’t be long, or I’ll carry on without you.” Bullet stood, then adjusted his clothes. He looked down at them, his eyes veiled. She became aware of Trigger’s hand on her thigh, gently stroking. She could feel Trig’s body stiffen when their eyes met. There was something more between them, something neither wanted to acknowledge. Bullet just gazed at them longingly for another moment before he left, his eyes sad.

*

“Kailey, baby, this wasn’t planned. I want you to know that. Bullet and I haven’t done this since, hell, I can’t remember when. Ten years at least.”

He did remember the last time. It was right after he could walk again without pins in his leg, right after the football season started and Bullet was a rookie wide out in Denver, who on a fluke made it into the opening game and on another fluke had scored the winning touchdown. He’d been there for that game, and afterward there had been so many parties and so many girls, and Bullet was high as a kite on booze and sex and his own fantastic self. He remembered the girl; she hadn’t wanted any part of their game, and she’d left after the first course, but Bullet was too far gone.

He didn’t want to think about that night. He pinched his eyes closed and rolled Kailey beneath him. Her breath was warm on his face, her movements languid. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want this. I meant what I said about falling in love with you—that wasn’t just a line.”

“Trig, I…” She sighed almost as if she was going to say something. There was pain in her eyes, maybe a little fear. “Make love to me. Slow love. I want to savor you while I still can.”

“Come to New Orleans with me tomorrow.” He reached for a second condom, rolling it on before easing inside her body, thrusting slowly into her, loving her, holding her eyes with his as she loved him in return.

“Stay here with me,” she countered when orgasm took her, her skin blushing as she strained against him, his name sweet when she could contain it no longer.

“I would like that.” He could arrange for another week of vacation time. That would be nice, to stay here with her. Heat simmered in her eyes, her smile all it took to push him over the edge. He came calling her name, lust and love percolating in his gut from her soft touch.

“Chicken is downstairs.” And just like that his bubble burst. Bullet had come up the stairs quietly. He leaned against the stair rail watching them. There was something in his eyes that he quickly hid from him before bounding back down the way he’d come.

Chapter Eight

She stretched beneath the sheet, arching her body like a cat. Sated, satisfied, and oh so content. No wonder it was a while before she realized she was alone. She looked around the room but found no sign of the hedonistic adventure of the night before.

Damn, she needed a shower—and food. Food would be really good. She flung the covers off, went into the bathroom to take the much needed shower, changed her mind, and just brushed her teeth before going downstairs to raid the refrigerator.

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