Authors: The Sextet
fifty-eight seconds and counting.”
* * * *
Normally he focused on enjoying every nuance of flavor, texture,
and aroma of gourmet food, but Dane figured finishing his meal took
precedence. Wren still wanted to double her pleasure, and he and
Spence were getting their second chance. So he ate as fast as his
mouth allowed. Across from him, his new business partner did the
same.
After his eighth bite in less than two minutes, he shoved the plate
toward the center of the table. They could rummage for snacks when
they took a break from dining on their hostess. She looked good
enough to eat.
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“I’m done.” Spence tipped up his glass for a final swallow of wine
as he pushed his chair away from the table. Raising his hands to the
buttons of his jacket, he followed the diagonal line to his waist. He
shrugged out of the cotton coat.
Following Spence’s example, Dane stood to remove his clothing.
Wren’s smile grew with each piece of clothing they draped over their
chairs.
“Now who’s in a hurry?” Her laugh affected him in a way no
other woman’s amusement had.
Naked, with his cock jutting out and ready for business, Dane
offered her his hand. “If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll give
you.”
He tried to focus on her pretty face as she stood, but her braless
tits had drawn his attention from the moment she’d stepped into the
kitchen. The dark blue tank didn’t show the shadowy outlines of her
areolas, only her stiff nipples and the wonderful fullness of her D
cups. Her top had to go.
Tucking his fingers under the hem, he lifted the fabric inch by
inch. Beside him, Spence worked her shorts past her perfect ass and
the curve of her hips.
God, no panties.
Had the seam of her shorts pressed against her clit all through dinner? She must be more than
ready for some real stimulation.
And then she popped free. Tugging the shirt over her head, Dane
tossed it on the floor. He leaned in to lightly kiss each nipple. “I want to feel your naked chest against mine.”
“I want you to kiss me.” The smoldering look in her eyes made
his cock twitch.
Instead of answering her, he pulled close enough that her hard
points poked at his bare skin, settling his mouth over hers. No time for
slow, sweet kisses. Her tongue dueled with his, demanding control.
Damn, he adored aggressive women, women who knew what they
wanted and went after it.
She squirmed, rubbing her stomach against his hard cock. What
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was Spence doing to her? Dane wanted to see. He also wanted to taste
her. Pulling away, he looked down. Spence was back to tracing that
wandering tattoo again. Wasn’t there a saying about a tit and a tat?
Dane was all for that.
Lowering his mouth to her breast, his tongue circled her nipple,
never quite touching the puckered tip. Hell, he was teasing himself as
much as her. And her moans urged him to stop with the games and
give them both what they wanted.
* * * *
They were back to the moment when she’d begged Dane and
Spence to touch her, to make her come. Hands and mouths on her
breasts and thighs and stomach, everywhere but the place Wren
needed. Tonight had better not end in a repeat of this afternoon. She
might die. Or strangle her would-be lovers.
Spencer straightened, his eyes dark with desire and locked on
hers. He cradled her cheek in his palm. “I could spend hours
exploring your flowers, but you want more, don’t you? Are you wet
for us, Wren?”
“Yesss.” The word came out with a hissing breath as Dane sucked
her nipple into his mouth. Flutters raced through her taut muscles.
“No teasing this time. We promise to make you come.” His
tongue dove into her mouth, and she met each stroke with one of her
own. Who needed to breathe when kissing this man seemed more
vital than air? He tasted like her favorite red wine. Were his fingers
parting her folds, delving inside, or did they belong to Dane? No, his
hands cradled her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her aching nipples, his
lips trailing kisses over her stomach. Zinging ripples shuddered to her
clit. So much sensation.
“Move your hand a sec, Spence. I want to taste her.”
Oh, yes, finally.
Smooth, wet tongue replaced calloused fingers.
More shivers.
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“Jesus, Spence, you have to eat this sweet pussy. Will you go
down on her while I feast on her up there?”
Pulling away from her mouth, Spencer swooped in for one more
quick kiss, then dropped to his knees. “Sit on the chair, Wren.”
Her shaky legs were about to give out anyway, so she followed his
directions, spreading her thighs wide and arching to push her breasts
high into the air.
“Mm. Sexy.” Dane laved a nipple and plucked at the other.
Warm palms slid up her inner thighs, then fingers held open her
pussy lips. “Beautiful.”
Spencer’s tongue lapped a path from her vagina to her clit. And
again. Her lungs squeezed, straining for oxygen.
“Damn, Wren, this is so hot. I love watching Spence eat you while
I suck your tits. Do you like two guys loving you at the same time?”
“Fuck, yes.” The words came out in a rough exhale. Spots dotted
her vision. So close. A flood of heat radiated outward from her lower
abdomen. “God, I’m going to come. God, yes! More! Oh, yes, oh,
yes!”
Her throat protested against the cries of joy as pleasure ripped
through her body, but she felt too damn good to care. The ride went
on and on. She shook with dozens of after-tremors, still reeling from
her amazing orgasm.
* * * *
Spencer pressed his lips against her inner thigh. “Damn. I could
do that to you a million times and never get tired of it.”
With a grin, Dane kissed her on the lips. “Ready for more?”
Spencer swallowed his reply to Dane’s question. He wanted to be
inside her, but tonight was about her wants and desires.
“I’m ready to give as good as I got.” He watched her wrap her
hand around Dane’s erection, pumping up and down. Up and down.
“Spencer, I want to suck your cock.”
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Her words grabbed him by the balls, in a really good way. Who
was he to argue if she wanted to give him a blowjob? He stood,
moving up beside her. “Anything you want, Wren.”
She still pumped Dane in a steady rhythm as she licked her lips.
“Do you have any condoms?”
His breath got stuck on an exhale. Condoms. She wanted more
than oral sex. Hell, yes. “Just the ones you left here earlier.”
“After I have a taste of you, I want you to fuck me while I suck
Dane.”
He had to speak up for his friend. “If I get to fuck you, then Dane
gets to fuck you, too. Remember, I told you he prefers tits?”
She grinned up at him. “Sounds fair to me. What do you think,
Dane?”
“Shit, you’re killing me here, sweetheart. I’ll go get the condoms
so I don’t explode before the fun.” He hurried toward the place they’d
stashed her supply.
Straddling Wren, Spencer bent over to kiss her. “I can’t wait to be
inside you.”
“And I can’t wait to have you in my mouth.” She reached for his
cock, guiding it to her lips. “Next time, I want you to come in my
mouth.”
He hoped like hell they got a next time. And then he gasped as she
stroked her tongue along the underside of his erection. Shit, he needed
to focus, or being inside would have to wait until he recovered from
shooting his load down her throat. His abs quivered from her warm,
wet oral stimulation. “Jesus, Dane, I need that condom right now.”
“I’m coming.”
“And I’m about to.” Dane handed him the foil packet.
“I had to make a stop for olive oil, too.”
Ah, lubrication for his wild ride. Spencer stepped out of Wren’s
reach, scanning the room while he donned the protection. “We need
something a bit more stable than this chair. How about the other end
of the table?”
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“Perfect.” She stood, wrapping her arms around his neck and
hopping up to hook her legs behind his back. Her gorgeous boobs
flattened against his chest. Her slick opening teased the head of his
cock. “Let’s go.”
Did she have any idea how much he wanted to fuck her standing
right here? He started walking. “Dane, move the chairs away from the
end of the table.”
In the few seconds he took to get to the far end, his partner had
cleared a spot. Spencer set Wren’s bottom on the edge, kissing her
once more before helping her lie on the polished surface. Waiting for
Dane to climb into position over her ribs, he rubbed his cock back and
forth in her wetness. He listened for the sound of oil slicking onto
skin—her breasts, Dane’s dick.
“Mmm. Do you want me to play with your nipples while I titty-
fuck you, sweetheart?” Dane rocked forward and back, forward and
back.
“Mm-hm. I want you inside me now, Spencer.”
Rather than answer, he gave her what she wanted. Her tight tunnel
closed around him, squeezing and pulsing, sucking him deeper.
“Damn, you feel good.”
“So do you. Can you see over Dane’s shoulder to watch him fuck
me, too?”
Leaning forward, Spencer zeroed in on his friend’s erection
encased in Wren’s oiled flesh. Her tongue licked at the head every
time Dane flexed his hips. His own cock twitched at the sight. “Are
you going to eat his cum?”
“Yes. Dane’s going to come in my mouth while you come in my
pussy. Think you can give me a G-spot orgasm at the same time?”
“Whatever you want. How close are you, Dane?” Timing was
essential if they hoped to pull off three simultaneous orgasms.
“Too close. Fast and hard and deep, Spence.”
Hooking her knees over his elbows, he withdrew until only the tip
remained inside her. He pushed deep.
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“Yes, right there. Fuck me.” Wren’s eyes widened. “Yes, now!”
Spencer pulled back, shoving deeper, pumping faster, harder.
Dane’s shoulders brushed Spencer’s chest as they pounded into her in
unison. His partner stiffened and groaned as Wren cried out, pushing
Spencer over the edge. Her muscles milked him. Hot semen exploded
from his cock, and a flood of euphoria washed over his body and
mind. He floated through space, their voices echoing in his head. His
lungs burned from lack of oxygen.
Dane dropped his head beside Wren’s, showering her neck and
shoulder with light kisses. Spencer lowered himself to the other side
of her face. He kissed her cheek, the musky blended scent of their
lovemaking filling his senses.
“Please stay with me tonight.”
Unable to speak for a moment, Spencer pressed his lips to her ear.
Hope surged through his veins. “I'll stay as long as you want me to,
Wren.”
“Me, too, sweetheart.” Dane rose on his elbow to kiss her mouth.
She smiled. “Let's go upstairs. I have big plans for us.”
* * * *
Settling into her bed, Wren listened to her apartment door click
closed. Her lovers were finished cleaning up their workstations and
stowing the leftovers from the amazing meal.
Time for round two.
A shower had given Wren more than enough to time to recover
from the first session with Dane and Spencer. They’d agreed to stay,
but she wasn’t wasting a minute of the night sleeping. They might
decide to leave her bright and early in the morning. And she had no
intention of living with regrets the rest of her life.
“Wow.” Dane grinned at her from the bedroom doorway. “The
sexiest woman on the planet, a king-size bed, and a box of condoms.
My three wishes have been granted.”
Spencer looked over his shoulder at her and winked. “Already
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naked, too. Good thinking, Wren.”
Would he still say that when he found out what she had in mind?
She crooked her finger at them. “Come here. I didn’t get nearly
enough of you yet.”
They shed their clothing as they walked to the bed. Crawling
across the mattress, they climbed up to lie on each side of her.
She turned to the left to kiss Spencer, slow and deep. Her heart
hammered in her chest by the time she eased away. “I want more of
you.”
“You can have as much of me as you want.” His sincere
expression almost had her believing he meant more than just his body.
Did she dare hope?
Shifting to face Dane, she wasn’t surprised when he covered her
mouth with his. His tongue darted between her lips, teasing and
sending desire through her entire body.
He ended the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it. “Do you want
more of me, too?”
She panted, trying to catch her breath. “Yes. I want more of both
of you. I
need
more.”
Slow inhale. Now, tell them what you want. The
worst they can do is say no.
“We're going to try something different.”
Dane frowned. “Sweetheart, I told you Spence and I aren’t doing