He took a step back, allowing her to slide Beau’s jeans down his hips, but as soon as she had his best friend naked, Zane gripped her hair firmly, pulling her back to standing before she got any more ideas. Sure, they still had plenty of time to play, but he wanted to be just as naked as she was.

“My turn, baby,” he told her when she turned to face him. He leaned down, pulling her head closer and crushing his lips to hers while she moved her fingers to the buttons on his shirt. Within seconds, she had his shirt off, and his belt-buckle undone and was working on the button and zipper of his jeans. While she freed his cock, Zane helped her by toeing off his boots and knocking them out of the way.

With his jeans wrapped around his ankles, Zane managed to push them off while still gripping V’s hair firmly. “I want to feel your mouth on me,” he stated as calmly as he could muster. He was overly anxious to get her mouth wrapped around his dick, to feel the passionate, fervent rasp of her tongue sliding over him, and he was running out of patience.

Using the hand still in her hair, he pushed her to her knees, keeping his eyes locked with hers. He was spurred on by the hunger and longing he witnessed in her expression. V wasn’t hesitating now, but she knew very soon it would be her turn.

With Beau standing on the other side of V, Zane kept his eyes on the woman kneeling, her mouth so damn close to his cock, but not quite close enough. He didn’t dare let go of her hair. She liked the way he controlled her movements, he’d seen it before, and he sensed that she needed him to keep her close. Using his free hand, he guided his dick to her mouth, watching as her lips parted, and her attentive little tongue darted out to tease the swollen head, lapping at the drop of moisture beading on the tip. He growled the instant she touched him with her tongue.

“Awww, baby, fuck. So good.” Never taking his eyes off of her, Zane let the sensations overload his system as she began sucking him in earnest, using one hand to stroke his shaft, the other to gently knead his balls with enough pressure to have him sucking in a hard breath. If he had to guess, V liked having Beau watching and that he was definitely doing.

Beau moved closer, sliding his hand into V’s hair similar to the way Zane’s was. Turning her head, Zane’s cock fell from her mouth as his best friend turned her toward him. V didn’t hesitate before lavishing Beau’s dick with the same enthusiasm as she had his. The woman was on fire, and Zane knew it was time to turn up the heat.

Loosening his grip on her hair, Zane backed away, pulling her comforter off of her bed and tossing it to the floor. When he was finished, he returned to V’s side and then instructed her to get up. Beau was going to have to wait a few minutes because Zane had other ideas and they included his mouth on her pussy.

“Come here.” Zane moved onto the bed, laying back and pulling her on top of him. The little hellcat rubbed her entire body up the length of his as she moved, ensuring he felt the wet heat of her pussy as she slid along his cock. “Damn!”

Zane was unable to hold back as his dick roused even more, anxious to slide into her heat while she wrapped her legs around his waist. But, that would have to wait. He pulled on her arm, forcing her to keep moving until he managed to get her straddling his head, his tongue so damn close to the musky, delicious smell of her. Using both hands, he separated her tender flesh, exposing her pretty pink folds and her clit to his gaze. She was hovering above him, not quite close enough for him to reach. “Sit on my mouth, V. I want to bury my tongue in your pussy right fucking now.”

Zane felt the shiver that ran through her as she lowered herself closer to his mouth until his tongue was delving into the lush, soft contours of her folds, the rich taste of her exploding on his tongue as he lapped at her like a starving man. When he felt V move, Zane looked up the length of her body above him to find her leaning over onto her hands, Beau in front of her, feeding his dick into her mouth. Zane alternated between watching her deep throat his best friend and feasting on her pussy while she moaned and thrashed against him, rocking her hips forward and back, riding his mouth for all she was worth.

Having her like this was so fucking hot, Zane wouldn’t be surprised if he came right then and there. He knew V was damn close so he pulled away and she groaned, sounding not at all happy with him.

“I want you to come in my mouth, V. Come all over me, baby,” Zane urged before pulling her hips down toward his mouth once more, thrusting his tongue deep inside before sliding up to circle her clit, then back down. He repeated the motion over and over before easing one finger inside of her, twisting it so he could reach that one spot guaranteed to make her scream.

And it did.

V came apart, her pussy grinding against his mouth, his finger buried deep inside, her muscles clamping down as her orgasm plowed through her.

It was so fucking sexy to witness Vanessa Carmichael come apart. And Zane wasn’t ready to stop yet.


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V couldn’t control the trembling in her muscles as her orgasm subsided, the release leaving her both yearning for more and very much depleted of all her energy. She hadn’t expected that. At least not yet. Zane had the most skilled mouth she had ever known. Not that she had known many, but still. The man had a wicked tongue.

Beau had grabbed the back of her head, somewhere along the way, pulling out of her mouth long enough to ensure she didn’t bite down on him, but now he was resuming his position, pulling her mouth closer to his cock. V licked him like a lollipop from root to tip, then back down, using her tongue to lave his balls before continuing. The way he growled deep in his chest had her body starting another slow preheat after the tremendous orgasm she’d just endured.

Zane maneuvered out from underneath her, and she could feel his body behind her. She couldn’t see him, and she didn’t bother to try. She kept her focus on Beau and the slight tingle of pain that penetrated her scalp from the hold he had on her hair. She wasn’t sure why it was, but she liked the way Zane looped his fist in her hair, pulling it tightly and controlling her movements. When Beau did it, she experienced the same excitement burn through her.

Beau stepped back unhurriedly, a firm grip on her hair as he pulled his cock out of her reach. “Not yet, honey. It’s not my turn yet.”

V let her body rest against the mattress, taking the opportunity to relax while she had the chance. These two men had the ability to shake her to her very core, and this time was no different. She was forced to move when Beau joined her on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard similar to the last time, except he didn’t lie down. Placing pillows behind his back, he propped himself up in a sitting position, all while keeping his eyes on her.

“Come here,” he said, his tone mixed with the lust she felt lingering like a low hanging cloud all around her.

As if her body knew exactly what was about to happen, V pushed up, finding more energy than she thought she had, crawling over Beau’s legs until she was straddling his hips. His attention was diverted to the small foil packet that was tossed his direction, obviously by Zane.

Beau made quick work of sliding on the condom and V was worried he might ask for her help. She’d never done that before. Not that she wasn’t willing to try, but she was beginning to feel her nerves once again, so she was grateful for the reprieve. Once he sheathed himself, Beau pulled her down on top of him, planting his lips on hers. V allowed herself to get lost in Beau’s kiss, mentally comparing the differences between him and Zane.

Beau’s kisses were soothing, yet animalistic, his mouth pliant, yet firm. He knew how to control her reaction with just his mouth, and V welcomed the distraction, especially when she felt the mattress dip from Zane’s weight and the feel of his hands on her ass. He grabbed her hips forcefully, but he didn’t hurt her and he didn’t move her. It was enough that she could detect his need, which in turn ratcheted up her own. She wanted to be filled by them. The memory from that last night was still fresh on her mind, and she could still remember the rapture that they forced upon her.

Beau cupped her face, pulling her back before biting her lip roughly. “Sit on my cock, V,” he growled and the temperate, gentle man from only seconds before disappeared right before her eyes, replaced by the dominant male that not many knew Beau to be. It was clear that he took the backseat to Zane when the three of them were together, and she figured that was because it was her. She didn’t have the same feelings for Beau. At least not the same way she felt for Zane. She hungered for him, was attracted to him, but in a purely physical sense.

V eased up Beau’s body when he pulled her closer, his mouth latching onto her breast and suckling so hard that pain darted straight to her clit, and she cried out. It was a heady mixture, and in the end, the tingle of his tongue lashing her nipple won out.

Gripping his cock, she impaled herself on him in order to focus on something other than the intensity of his mouth on her other breast where he continued to torment her with his teeth and tongue while his free hand squeezed and kneaded her other sensitive breast.

“Oh, God!” V screamed from the intrusion. Beau was big, and he filled her fully, her body working double time to accommodate him, her muscles relaxing slightly around the girth now filling her.

“So fucking tight,” Beau barked, holding her hips before driving up into her hard. “You’re so fucking tight.”