Riding Out the Storm (5 page)

He
set her away from him—toward Zach, whose fingertips trailed up her spine before
he pressed his lips against the small of her back, his stubble scraping the
sensitive skin. Her legs quivered from the pulse of pleasure that shot through
her. She barely realized that Ethan had shucked his sweats until he lifted his
shirt over his head and closed his hands over her waist to pull her to him.

Shamelessly,
she rubbed her stomach against his thrusting cock, then pressed her hands to
his shoulders, urging him back to the bed. “I want to be on top.”

“I
want you to suck me.”

Those
words from his lips surprised her, and she smiled. She eased down on the edge
of the bed between his legs, conscious of Zach behind her, watching her ass, no
doubt seeing how wet she was, smelling her. She lifted her hips higher, showing
herself to him. He cursed, and the rhythm of his hand on his own dick
increased. But Ethan’s cock rose before her, thick and long and tasty. She’d
wanted to indulge in this earlier, but had been in such a hurry to get him
inside her pussy. She still wanted that, but teasing him could be fun, too. She
closed her fingers around his erection, bringing it to her lips.

As
she took the smooth flesh into her mouth, she felt lips at the crease of her
thigh, below her buttock, and whimpered around Ethan’s shaft. Zach’s mouth
trailed along the erogenous zone—God, could she get wetter?—toward her pussy,
which begged for attention. Instead, he skipped over it and moved to the other
buttock.

Guilty
at being so awash with pleasure, she took Ethan’s cock deep, sliding her tongue
down, opening her throat. He groaned and lifted his hips, urging her to take
more. She did, and slid up again, struggling to find a rhythm when Zach’s mouth
was making her crazy. She wanted to bump her ass against his mouth, to urge him
to kiss her cunt, or slide his fingers inside. Instead, she held still, as if
nothing else was happening, and sucked Ethan’s cock, her lips riding up and
down the length as he pumped against her face.

He
tangled his hand in her hair and urged her up his body, covering her mouth with
his, his lips hard, his tongue demanding, thrusting, taking the taste of his
own body into his mouth. Zach had stopped kissing her and some level of sanity
returned. Ethan. She wanted Ethan.

“I
changed my mind,” she said, curling her fingers against his shoulders. “I want
you on top.”

He
smiled, one she hadn’t seen before, and turned her onto her back, pressing her
into the mattress, his cock riding against her mons so that she lifted into it.
The angle was wrong. She couldn’t rub her clit against it, or get him inside
her, and so she wriggled beneath him.

“Please,
Ethan. Please.”

But
he was in no hurry, though she felt ripples of restraint running through his
body. Instead, he bent his head to her other nipple and sucked hard, his teeth
closing around the flesh. She cried out and bowed toward him, the head of his
shaft rubbing high on the inside of her thigh.

He
released her for a moment to sheath himself before burying his hands in her
hair and kissing her again. She coasted her hands down his muscled back to
curve over his ass as she lifted into him, desperate, hungry. He lifted his
head, his gaze holding hers as he thrust into her.

Her
channel gripped him, holding him, stretching for him, and she barely caught her
breath before he was moving against her, deep inside her, his ass flexing
beneath her fingers.

“So
wet,” he said, his breath hot against her skin. “Jesus, so wet. Is that what
Zach watching does to you?”

Zach.
From the moment Ethan entered her, she’d forgotten about Zach, and glanced past
Ethan’s shoulder to see Zach, closer than she expected, naked on the edge of
his bed, cock in his hand, eyes hooded as he watched them. She wanted to ask
what made Ethan change his mind, but no, she’d let the pleasure take her now.

She’d
been so certain she was on the edge of an orgasm, but no longer felt the
urgency, only the delight of Ethan’s sex stroking inside her. She curved her
hand around his cheek and kissed him. His lips parted and he let her take over
the kiss, before he closed his hands around her waist and rolled onto his back,
still buried deep inside her.

She
was aware of her ass facing Zach, that he now had an up-close view of Ethan’s
dick in her pussy. He made a sound of approval as Ethan’s fingers sank into
Jill’s hips, guiding her over him. She didn’t have the coordination to kiss
Ethan and fuck him, so she broke the kiss and sat up, dragging her fingers down
over his chest, toying in the chest hair, and arching her back as she rode him.

He
smiled up at her, the first real Ethan smile she’d seen since she walked out of
the bathroom, and he traced designs on her thighs as he watched her. “You’re
incredible,” he murmured. “Christ, how did I get so lucky?”

She
leaned over to kiss him again, holding him deep inside her. When the kiss ended
he looked into her eyes.

“Turn
around.”

She
frowned, not understanding.

He
trailed his fingertips from her shoulder down to her breast to tap her nipple. “Face
Zach.”

Surprise
at the request froze her for a minute, and she no longer felt all the delicious
sensations from before. Her first instinct was to say no. Turning, opening
herself up to Zach, would make her too vulnerable, and would put distance
between her and Ethan. Ethan sat up, still inside her, and folded his arms
around her, smoothing his hands down her back as he kissed her, holding her
against his chest.

“Face
him.” His fingertips played above the cleft of her ass as he glided his mouth
over her jaw. “I want to touch you, Jill.”

She
shivered at his words, and at the brush of his finger just above her ass. She
lifted her head to look into his eyes, saw a dark desire there that made her
nipples ache, and she rose off him. As she stood, Zach’s hands rested on her
hips, steadying her. Ethan’s gaze flicked to the brief embrace, and his jaw
tightened, but she didn’t know what it meant. He turned her around so that she
straddled his lap, facing the second bed, her pussy open to Zach as Ethan
guided his cock back to her channel.

Zach’s
rhythm increased, his hand pumping up and down his swollen shaft, his gaze
riveted to her cunt as hers was riveted to his dick. The desire to lean forward
and kiss it was surprisingly strong. What would Ethan think if she sucked off
Zach while Ethan was fucking her? His plan was just for Zach to watch, right,
not be involved.

Ethan
drew her closer against his chest and slid his hands to cover her breasts,
fingers plucking her tight nipples. Zach’s gaze followed, his lips parting just
a bit as if he wanted to taste her. Jill shifted on Ethan’s lap, changing the
angle of his cock, but not thrusting otherwise.

Then
Ethan slid his hands down to her thighs, parting them wider. She quivered,
waiting for his caress on her clit, but it didn’t come.

“Do
you want Zach to lick you?”

She
snapped her head up and met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were glazed with
lust, but she saw the heat behind them. She glanced over at Zach, who’d stilled.

“Are
you sure?” Zach asked the words she wanted to say.

Ethan
rubbed his open palms up the insides of her thighs, stopping short of her
throbbing sex. “Yeah.”

“While
you’re inside me?” Her pussy grew hotter and wetter at the thought of both men
with her, caressing and fucking her.

Ethan
hesitated. “I’m not gay. I don’t want his mouth on me.”

“I
can work around it.” Zach pushed off of his bed and knelt in front of her.

With
Ethan deep inside her and Zach on the floor, focused on her pussy, the hottest
sight was seeing both men’s hands on her thighs, big and commanding.

Zach
brushed his thumb over her mons and smiled. “I like the naked look.” He bent
closer, and Ethan stopped pumping.

Zach
kissed the hood of her clit and pulled it back, and sipped the sensitive flesh
between his lips. She went rigid, not sure if she should move into Zach’s mouth
or against Ethan’s dick. So she stayed still, absorbing the sensation of Zach’s
hot mouth and Ethan’s hard cock, the combination holding her on the edge.

Zach’s
head bobbed between her thighs, his tongue fluttering. She saw Ethan’s intense
expression in the mirror, also focused on Zach. Her muscles clutched Ethan’s
cock inside her and he grunted. Ethan cupped her breasts, pinching the tips.
Zach eased back a little, his tongue working along her slit, and yes, touching
the base of Ethan’s shaft at her entrance, just for a moment.

Ethan
sucked in a hard breath, and seemed to swell inside her. Every nerve ending in
her pussy ignited, sparkling like those cheap fireworks before the big show.
She was close now, too soon, when she wanted to drag this out, experience what
these two men could do for her.

Zach’s
tongue rubbed over the tight little bundle of nerves as Ethan pushed deep, his
groin grinding against her ass, and she came, harder than she’d ever come in
her life, squirming against Zach’s mouth, on Ethan’s cock, wanting them to
drain every ounce of pleasure from her. Behind her, Ethan groaned, and she felt
his own orgasm pump inside her.

Zach
sat on his heels and met her gaze, his question clear, at least to her. His
erection still arched between them.

“You
want me to suck you?” she asked, more for Ethan’s benefit than her own.

Ethan
grunted. Was he having second thoughts about this idea? He’d been the one to
act on it, after all.

“He
has to wear a condom,” Ethan said at last. “I don’t want to taste him when I
kiss you.”

Jill’s
heart hammered as Zach rose to fetch a condom from his bag. He pulled it on and
sat with his back against the headboard of his own bed, his hand on his
erection. With second thoughts of her own, but unwilling to back down now that
she’d voiced the offer, Jill left Ethan’s bed and crossed to Zach.

Ethan
didn’t want to watch Jill suck off her old boyfriend. He didn’t want to see her
mouth filled with another man’s cock, her head bobbing, her hand pumping. The
fear that she’d decide he wasn’t enough for her still burned the back of his
throat. But he wasn’t going to lie here and surrender her to him.

He
sat up to join them, to at least touch her, remind her he was here while she
pleasured Zach. The sight of Zach’s hand on the top of her head, her sexy lips
parted around Zach’s sheathed cock, her tongue trailing up its length stirred
his emotions into something he couldn’t identify. He was turned on, but couldn’t
help wondering if he was making the same mistake he’d made with his ex, doing
what he thought she needed to keep him with her.

Jill
had tucked her hair behind her ear so Ethan could see everything she did. Her
eyes were closed, her expression serene as she knelt between the other man’s
legs, her ass in the air, pumping just a little.

Because
she was turned on. She’d come, too, but maybe she needed more. She’d been
practically vibrating with arousal when Zach had watched them, her pussy
drenched. Her desire had been the hottest thing he’d ever felt in his life,
making her frantic and eager. So he’d let her play this out and hope she still
found him satisfying. He was getting hard again already, just thinking about
how hot she’d been.

He
sat on the edge of the bed, just past Zach’s feet and bent to trail kisses over
Jill’s smooth ass and she shifted, parting her legs wider in invitation. He
ignored it for now and continued his kisses up the curve of her ass to the
small of her back. She moaned and arched her back, the scent of her arousal
growing stronger.

His
fingers itched to touch her, to bury in her, but he enjoyed her reaction to his
mouth on her skin. He curved his palm over her ass, sliding his thumb back and
forth over the sensitive crease where her buttock met her thigh, at the same
time rubbing his lips over the base of her spine.

She
lifted her head, releasing Zach’s dick with a pop. “Ethan!”

“What
do you want, baby?” he asked against her skin, his thumb teasing closer to her
pussy.

“Make
me come,” she choked. “Please.”

He
dragged his lips down her thigh to the cleft of her ass, then lifted his head,
shifting his touch on her to slide two fingers into her channel. She’d taken
Zach’s dick back in her mouth and hummed her approval around it, drawing a moan
from Zach. Ethan chose to ignore that as he pumped his fingers in and out of
her pussy.

Christ,
she was wet, and he was covered with her juices. He thought about leaning in
and taking a taste, but maybe later. She’d lifted her ass so her pussy was damn
near eye-level, pink and slick. As he pumped faster, so did she, on Zach’s
cock. Ethan was glad he couldn’t watch, and reveled in the power he had over
her, holding her on the edge of orgasm, denying her swollen clit the caresses
it craved, instead, dragging wetness over her asshole and probing, just a
little, with his pinky finger while his other fingers worked in her cunt.

She
came with a shuddering moan, pushing her hips back against his fingers, sliding
his pinky in a bit deeper than he expected, the muscles gripping him. Her head
bobbed only a few more times before Zach gave a shout of his own.