Party of Three (Sunday Night Dinner Club #1 (9 page)

Spencer stared at his best mate’s hands. They held the most luscious set of breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. And therein lay the vexing issue.

Levi held them—not Spencer.

Under normal circumstances, had Spencer seen Levi holding the breasts of the woman Spencer ached for, the consequences would have been dire. Their friendship would not survive the aftermath.

But these were anything but normal circumstances. Watching Chelsea’s skin flush and her nipples pebble beneath Levi’s touch had Spencer’s dick standing at full attention.

His shaft ached like a son of a bitch, and his balls were hard as stone.

She looked at him through eyes that gleamed like emeralds. The way she’d slumped back against Levi, her shoulders losing all signs of rigidity, told Spencer she was okay with his and Levi’s suggestion.

It wasn’t a suggestion the two men had come to lightly. Not even close. Fueled with enough alcohol to intoxicate a cricket team, they’d discussed the pros and cons of sharing Chelsea long into the night, until sleep had claimed first Levi and then himself—right there on the couch.

The suggestion had still hung in the air in the blinding light of morning. With eyes as scratchy as sandpaper and a headache that had threatened to implode his skull, Spencer had laid his cards on the table. “I can’t walk away,” he’d told Levi. “I don’t want to.”

“Me either,” Levi had agreed, his eyes still shut.

“Think you could stomach the sight of me aroused and undressed?”

“Now? Fuck, no.” Levi had gagged. “The idea makes me wanna barf.”

Spencer would have laughed if he hadn’t feared his brain exploding in the process. “What about later? Without a hangover. Think you could stomach the sight of me fucking her…if you knew you could make love to her at the same time?”

Levi hadn’t answered for a long moment. But his hand had covered his groin, and Spencer couldn’t help but notice his mate’s erection.

“Thought still makes me wanna barf,” Levi had said eventually. Then he’d added in a low, rough voice. “But…it also kinda makes me wanna jack off.”

It had made Spencer kinda wanna jack off too. “Could you do it, Lev? Take her at the same time I do?”

He’d turned bloodshot eyes to Spencer. “Could you?”

“If it means I don’t have to give her up?” He’d nodded. “Yeah, mate. I could.”

Had it been anyone other than Levi, Spencer would have said no. But Levi…? Hell, he and Levi had grown up together. They’d done everything together. Everything, from swopping comic books to playing soggy biscuit. There was nothing about Spencer that Levi didn’t know. Nothing that Spencer didn’t trust him with.

Including, apparently, the woman of his dreams.

The woman of Levi’s dreams too.

Levi had stared up at the ceiling then, his hand still covering his groin. “Yeah, Spence. I could too.”

Now Spencer looked deep into Chelsea’s trusting emerald-green eyes. Picking up on Levi’s cue and running with it, he leaned towards her. “Give me your tongue, babe.”

While Levi’s tone had been coaxing and suggestive, Spencer kept his firm.

Christ, he wanted to kiss her. So bad.

Chelsea shifted in her seat, straightening her shoulders while moving her ass backwards—and a whole lot closer to Levi—and inching her face towards Spencer’s. She parted her lips, giving him a glimpse of her tempting pink tongue.

“That’s right, babe. Just like that.” Spencer sat motionless, watching her. Waiting for her.

She inched closer. Then closer still, until he could smell the sweet spice of her perfume.

“Good,” he whispered. “Now…share that sweet mouth with me.”

And Chelsea did, her lips melting against his as she slid her tongue into his waiting mouth. A jolt went through his body, that shock of adrenaline to the heart, and then he was kissing her, loving her tongue, sucking on it, tangling his around it before following her tongue back into her mouth and chasing after it, loving her taste, the velvet heat of her mouth, the pliable softness of her lips.

“Show me,” Levi growled.

Spencer pulled back slightly and flicked his tongue over the tip of hers, a sensual invitation to come out and play. Then he angled her head and his own so Levi had a full view as their mouths and tongues danced together.

Levi cleared his throat before talking. “You like that, Chels? Kissing Spencer while I watch?”

Her throaty groan was Chelsea’s only answer.

“Lift your hips,” Levi encouraged, “so I can free you from the dress.”

Chelsea shifted again, and Spencer moved his head with her, loathe to break the kiss.

“That’s good, sweetheart. Real good.” Levi’s voice was a low murmur. “Now…let me in.”

Spencer had no idea what Levi meant, but an instant later, Chelsea’s knee bumped against his, and with a swift intake of breath, she tore her lips from his.

“Levi!”

Spencer dropped his gaze to find Levi’s one hand still cupped a breast, but the other had trailed lower and disappeared beneath the waistband of her black panties. Her dress lay in a pool at her feet.

Chelsea’s eyelids flickered shut and a violent shudder shook through.

“Tell me what he’s doing to you,” Spencer said.

She bucked her hips. “D-difficult to talk.”

“Try hard. Every detail, babe. Don’t hold back a thing.”

“His…his hand is in my panties. Finger on my clit. He’s…stroking it.”

“Ah, Chels,” Levi’s voice was strained. “You’re the one doing all the stroking. And it’s giving me the boner from hell.”

Sure enough, Levi’s hand remained still, but Chelsea’s hips were rocking as she rubbed herself against his finger.

Did she have any idea how sexy she was? How much of a turn on her behavior was? Chelsea had no inhibitions when it came to seeking her pleasure. She’d proven it on his lap in the kitchen, and she proved it now, on Levi’s couch.

“Is she wet, Lev?”

Levi wiggled his hand, dipping deeper into her panties.

Chelsea yelped.

“Dripping.” Levi closed his eyes as he smiled, and this time his hand was definitely moving.

“Now tell me what he’s doing, babe.”

She looked at Spencer with those huge green eyes, her gaze hazy. “He’s fucking me. With his fingers. Pushing them in deep and then withdrawing them again.” She rocked in time with Levi’s hand. “And he’s stroking my clit at the same time.”

“Uh-uh, Chels,” Levi corrected. “The clit stroking is all your doing.”

“How does it feel?” Spencer asked.

“Unbelievable.” She fixed her gaze to his. “E-even better knowing you’re watching.”

He let his approval show on his face. “And how do you think you’d feel if I watched…while Levi licked your clit?”

Another shudder shook her. “Prob-probably as good as I’d feel if Levi watched while you licked my clit.”

“Great answer.” Levi nuzzled her neck.

Chelsea closed her eyes, as though she couldn’t struggle against keeping them open any longer. “Know what would feel even better?” Still she rocked as Levi fingered her.

Spencer raised a brow in question.

“If I got to taste Levi’s cock while you licked me…until I came.”

Levi groaned.

Her suggestion left Spencer winded. And insanely fucking jealous. He’d wanted Chelsea for a year, dreamed of her wrapping those lips around his dick—and yet here, in reality, the first blowjob they’d experience together would go to Levi.

Doubts crashed over him.

How the fuck had he ever agreed to this? How could he watch while the woman he craved made love to another man? He should leave. Get up and walk away now. Give Chelsea and Levi the opportunity to be together like a regular couple. Man and woman.

But how the fuck could he walk away? His mouth practically watered with the need to lick her cunt. Surely sharing her with Levi was better than losing her altogether?

“Know what would feel even better than that?”

Levi’s question brought Spencer’s gaze level with his mate’s.

“If after you came, I got to lick your pussy while you tasted Spencer’s cock.”

Ha! There was a reason Levi was his best mate and always would be.

Chelsea’s hands found the legs of Levi’s shorts, and she yanked on them, hard. “Off. Take them off.”

Levi laughed. “I would, Chels, But my hands are kind of busy right now.”

Indecision flashed across her face, followed by frustration and then determination. With a breathy gasp, she shifted her hips, apparently dislodging Levi’s fingers.

He removed his hand and drew it to his nose. “You even smell sexy.”

“Get rid of those shorts,” she demanded, jumping up and stripping off her panties, leaving her completely naked and as stupefyingly beautiful as Spencer remembered.

With an easy grin, Levi complied, tugging off his shirt and kicking the shorts across the room. His cotton boxers followed.

Chelsea’s eyes filled with appreciation, and Levi leaned back with an arm resting on the back of the couch, completely at ease with himself beneath her hungry gaze. His erection rose proud and free, the tip wet with precome.

“You too,” she demanded of Spencer. “Lose the clothes.”

“I will.” In his own time. “But first…let me see what I’ll be licking.”

Her chest heaved and she shifted, widening her stance.

He shook his head, showing her his disapproval. Then he stood, freeing up his seat on the couch. “No, babe. Show me everything.” He patted the place he’d just freed. “If I’m going to lick that sweet cunt of yours, I need access. And if you’re gonna blow Levi, you have to get comfortable.” He cast his gaze over Levi. “There’s a lot there to take in. Better work out the best angle.”

As Chelsea stared at him, the couch, Levi and then him again, Spencer slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She waited—deliberately, Spencer decided—until he’d removed it altogether before she climbed onto the couch and crouched on all fours, her face above Levi’s lap, her left side against the back of the couch and her ass facing the arm Spencer had sat beside. Then she dropped her head, letting her hair spill over Levi’s erection.

Levi sucked in a breath.

She looked at Spencer.

He unbuckled his belt.

Chelsea spread her legs a couple of inches apart.

The minx was playing mind games with him. And winning. Spencer kicked off his shoes and socks.

She wrapped a dainty hand around the base of Levi’s shaft.

Spencer lost his pants.

Without shifting her gaze, she touched the tip of Levi’s dick with her tongue, licking away the glisten of his precome.

“Christ,” was Levi’s muttered response.

Spencer yanked off his boxers, letting his dick spring free of its restrictive prison.

Triumph gleamed in Chelsea’s eyes an instant before she closed them. Graceful as a cat, she shifted her hips, drawing her legs wide open and turned her head to close her mouth over Levi’s dick. Her hair spilled all the way over her face, hiding her mouth from Spencer’s view.

“Holy Mother of God.” Levi’s body went slack, and his head hit the back of the couch even as his hips surged up.

Spencer rounded the side of the couch and had to compulsively squeeze his dick at the sight that greeted him.

The rounded cheeks of her butt were spread wide enough that Spencer could not only see her puffy, moist cunt lips, but also her pretty puckered hole. Toned thighs went on forever, ending at knees that were invisible to him, but her shapely calves and dainty feet rested against the arm of the couch.

She’d opened herself up to him completely.

“Ah, babe.” Unable to resist, he slid a finger through her slick folds, loving the way she jerked at his touch. “I’m going to enjoy running my tongue from here…” he slipped his finger shallowly inside her and then drew it over the seam of her pussy lips and up to her hole, “…all the way up here.”

She muttered incoherently in response.

Spencer knelt on the floor, grateful for his six foot plus length. It put him at the perfect height. “And all the while, I’m going to be playing with your clit. Rubbing it, stroking it, massaging it.” He found the taut bundle as he spoke, doing exactly as he promised. “And you’re going to be sucking on Levi’s cock, giving him the best damn blowjob of his life.”

As he watched, her juices oozed onto his finger.

“There’s only one thing I want to know from you before I begin.”

Chelsea’s head, which had been moving slowly up and down, stilled.

Levi moaned.

“Where do you want my tongue when you come? In your cunt or your ass?”

Silence greeted his question.

Levi ran his fingers through the silken strands of her hair, combing it into a bunch he caught gently at the nape of her neck. “Chels?” he prompted.

She answered, but it was unclear.

Spencer stayed his finger, waiting for her answer.

“Both,” she whispered.

“It appears,” Spencer said to Levi, “that our woman is greedy.”

Levi ran his free hand over her back and squeezed her buttock. “It appears our woman is very greedy. And it turns me the fuck on.”

Spencer and Levi swopped a knowing look. Neither of them had overlooked their significant use of
our
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Levi squeezed her buttock again. “Better get to it, Spence. You have a tall order to complete.”

Then his body slackened again, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth in a startled O. Chelsea’s head was moving, bouncing up and down above Levi’s lap.

Spencer leaned in, placed his mouth on Chelsea’s pussy and licked her all the way to her asshole with one long sweep of his tongue.

A muffled wail filled the air, and Spencer lost himself to her creamy cunt. He fixed his lips to it and kissed her as he had her mouth, letting his tongue dip inside and dance against the inner walls of her pussy.

He kissed her for long, long moments, sliding his finger softly over her clit the whole time. Or maybe it was a couple of seconds, and the sheer magic of tasting her tricked his mind into thinking he had forever. Either way, she tasted of every dirty fantasy he’d ever had of her. And every wet dream. She tasted of cream and honey and salt and woman, and Spencer gorged over and over again.