Beneath a Hot Tequila Sun (10 page)

Seth eased a finger inside her passage, then two, gently fucking her while he circled her clit with his tongue.

The pleasure was too intense. Kayla tried to wriggle away, to clamp her legs shut, but they held her firmly and refused to allow it. And they kept at her, kissing, licking, lapping, sucking.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, you are.” Jake’s laughter rumbled in her ear. “Over and over.”

Seth curled his fingers inside her, finding a sweet spot she hadn’t known was there. Pleasure seized her, her body convulsing, and again they had to hold her down. She moaned as Jake backed away gently, lowering her down onto the bed and tormenting her breasts with his mouth.

Sparks of pleasure shot from her nipples to her pussy and back, hitting every nerve cell in between. She felt as if she was coming apart as an explosion of sensation centered on her clit before radiating upward and outward in widening circles. Jake captured her moans with his mouth, raining soft kisses on her face until her wildly jerking body finally stilled and she went limp.

Rising to his feet, Seth pulled a handful of condoms from his pocket. He tossed them on the bed and undressed at speed.

“Turn over,” he urged.

Page seven. Doggy style.
Kayla tried to move, but her limbs weren’t ready to obey her.

“I need you on your knees, sweetheart,” Seth pleaded. Gathering her strength, she managed to roll over and ended up facedown in Jake’s lap while Seth lifted her ass. “Yeah, like that,” said Seth. “Show me that sweet behind. Now, open your legs for me.”

This time her limbs obeyed first time, and she parted her knees, feeling utterly exposed. But a quick glance over her shoulder at the rapt expression on Seth’s face ramped up her excitement and dispelled any embarrassment.

“You should see this, Jake,” Seth said in awe. “She’s so plump and wet.”

“I believe you.” Jake ran his fingers through her hair and caught her chin, drawing her attention back to him. He offered her his cock, and she opened her mouth eagerly, sucking him in while Seth tore open a condom packet.

Then Seth spread her cheeks, and his cock probed sweetly at her pussy. Kayla felt her body resist, then sudden surprise as he sheathed himself inside her in one exquisite thrust, all the way in, till she felt his balls slap against her pussy. Gasping, she let Jake’s cock slip from her mouth, and seconds later she convulsed, her sensitive tissues hit by an aftershock from her orgasm.

Jake lifted her hair, holding it back off her face. “How does that feel?” he asked, and she had no idea if his question was aimed at her or Seth.

Seth answered. “Good. She feels tight and wet and hot. And this feels so very, very right.”

Jake continued to stroke her hair with one hand, and with the other he offered her his cock once more. She sucked it in so greedily he laughed.

Seth began to move, thrusting his hips in an ever-changing rhythm that drove her half crazy with need. She couldn’t match it, couldn’t meet him, so she simply succumbed to his fucking. Frightened of hurting Jake with her teeth, she released his cock again, resting her cheek on his lower belly, working him with her hand instead.

Jake caught her hand. “Remember what I said yesterday? About fucking your tits?”

Was it really only yesterday? Seth kept pounding. With no breath to speak, she nodded and somehow maneuvered herself up onto her elbows. Seth didn’t stop, and her heavy breasts swung deliciously with every thrust, making it easy for Jake to take them in his hands and mold them around his cock.

“Oh yeah,” he murmured.

Even with the air conditioning on high, all three were drenched in sweat, which provided all the lubrication Jake needed for a smooth glide through her cleavage. She could see the tip of Jake’s cock with every forward thrust, and swept her hair back so Jake could see too. And all the while, Seth continued to thrust, forcing her forward, which, in turn, forced Jake’s cock between her breasts.

She widened her legs some more, and now Seth’s cock dragged against her clit with every thrust. For Kayla, this proved to be a game changer. She hoped the noise of the air con was muffling her increasingly excited cries because she could do nothing to curb them. And then, when she thought she couldn’t take any more pleasure, Seth reached between her legs, adding his fingers to the erotic assault on her clit.

The sensations were incredible. Kayla struggled to stay on her knees but couldn’t, and she collapsed onto Jake, who kept up his own steady rhythm, molding her breasts around his cock. She loved it, loved every second of this crazy, wild, out-of-control fucking.

“Harder, Seth, oh please, harder!” Kayla thought she might be yelling, but didn’t care.

Another voice joined hers, and she had no idea if it was Jake’s or Seth’s, just prayed they were both with her on this dizzy, headlong race to completion.

“Kayla, you’re killing me,” yelled Seth.

Then Jake cried out, his hot semen splashing onto her chest as he rode his own crest.

Faster and faster, Seth slammed into her, and her pleasure continued to grow. Her chest, her neck, were slick with Jake’s cum, her breasts sliding deliciously on Jake’s skin as Seth continued to pound her. The pleasure built. And built… And peaked. The sound that tore from Kayla’s throat was barely human.

Seth roared as he came too, holding himself still as his cock pulsed deep inside her.

Kayla sucked in huge lungfuls of air as her body finally stopped twitching. Completely and utterly spent but completely and utterly satisfied, she continued to gasp for breath. Jake caught her by the upper arms and dragged her up his body for a deep, satisfying kiss. Seth joined them on the bed, throwing a heavy arm around her waist.

Snuggled between them, Kayla couldn’t help remembering the last time she had been in a bed with two men.

A threesome might not be a traditional birthday present for a husband to give his wife, but when, in a moment of rare intimacy, Kayla had revealed her secret fantasy to Marc, he had pounced on the idea. By that stage Kayla had tried everything under the sun to kick-start their lackluster sex life. Marc’s enthusiasm for her fantasy had been exciting, and they’d talked about it endlessly. Even so, Kayla hadn’t expected they’d actually act it out. The night Marc had brought a friend home from the gym and told her what he had in mind, she’d been as shocked as she’d been aroused, concerned that, despite what he said, Marc would balk at seeing another man fuck his wife.

She needn’t have worried. The friend hadn’t reached for her. He had reached for Marc.

In five years of marriage Kayla hadn’t know Marc’s cock could swell to that size or achieve that thickness. But as she watched him frantically thrusting himself into another man’s hand, so many things had clicked into place for her.

Closing her eyes, she could still see Marc moaning and clutching at the sheets as his friend fucked him. Ignored by both men, Kayla had watched silently, wondering how many times this had happened before, aware that her marriage was at an end, but still madly turned on.

How many times have I masturbated to that memory since? How quickly does thinking about two men fucking get me off even now?

“What is it?” asked Seth, alarmingly attuned to her moods.

“Nothing,” she mumbled.

Seth propped himself up on one elbow and tucked her hair behind her ear, scrutinizing her. “It didn’t feel like nothing. You were all hot and bothered.”

“I was not.” Embarrassed, she buried her face in Jake’s chest.

“Yes, you were. Something is turning you on.” Seth leaned forward and sucked on her nipple.

A few minutes ago, Jake had come on her breasts. Could Seth taste Jake on her skin? The thought sent a jolt of heat to her pussy.

“Something’s definitely getting you fired up.” Jake chuckled. “Come on, share. We can fuck every way known to man. What we can’t do is read minds. If there’s something you want, trust me, we want it too. Right, Seth?”

Releasing her nipple with an audible
pop
, Seth agreed. “There’s no bigger turn-on in bed than a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.”

Oh yeah?
The last time Kayla had told anyone her fantasy, she had ended up in therapy. “In that case, is anyone else hungry?”

Chapter Eight

It turned out they were all hungry, so Kayla called room service, hoping none of her friends would happen to see the mountains of food being delivered to her room. She put her robe on to answer the door when the food arrived but removed it again at Jake’s insistence when they sat to eat.

“Realistically, it could be months before we see you again,” he said. “We need to build up as many memories as possible.”

“Unless you’re into naked photos for my locker?” asked Seth, who then dodged the pillow she hurled at him.

They set the food out as a picnic on the floor, and all three tucked in, having worked up hearty appetites. Kayla heaped some chicken and salsa onto a tortilla and squeezed lime juice over everything before taking a bite. “When do you think we’re likely to see each other again?”

“I’ll be busy getting the Ma’ K’âaba exhibition ready,” said Jake. “But once it’s touring, I’ll be in every major European city, which makes it easy for me to fly to London. While Seth’s off saving the free world, you and I can have dinner.”

“You’d fly to London just for dinner?”

Jake nodded. “We’re serious about this, Kayla. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“I feel the same,” she said shyly.

“Then we should celebrate,” said Seth. “And we should make this night memorable. Come on. Tell us your ultimate fantasy.”

“I don’t have any fantasies,” she lied. “I love everything we’ve done together so far.”

“Well, if you’re not telling yours, want to hear mine?” Jake pulled her close and whispered in her ear.

“You want to do
what
?” Kayla stared at him.

“Fuck you in the ass,” Jake repeated. “Or to be more accurate, one of us in your ass, the other in your pussy.”

The air closed in around her, and she glanced quickly at Seth, expecting to see her shock mirrored in his face. Or some sign that Jake was joking. What she actually saw was eagerness and hope.

All Kayla’s internal muscles clenched as she remembered what it felt like when one of them entered her. But enter her
there?
Her stomach did the roller-coaster thing as suddenly she very much wanted to know what that would feel like.

“Kayla?” Seth asked. “You up for this?”

It took her three attempts to answer, and when she did it was little more than a whisper. “Yes.”

Seth stood and drew her to her feet. “Are you sure?”

Sure? Two days ago she would have been shocked to the core by the very suggestion. Now she wanted it so badly she could barely answer. “I’m sure.”

Seth led her to the bed, where he lay down and pulled her on top of him, gently stroking her spine. “Only what you want, baby,” he said softly. “Only ever what you want. If this stops being fun, you’ll tell us?”

She bit her lip.

“Kayla?”

She nodded.

Jake scrambled to his feet and dug in the deep pockets of Seth’s khakis, coming up with a tube of lubricant.

They’d planned this? Kayla didn’t know whether to be annoyed or amused.

Seth saw her expression. “No, we didn’t come here expecting this. But”—he tapped his shoulder, the one with the tattoo—“the motto of my unit is, be prepared.”

Kayla gave him a look. “Isn’t that the Boy Scouts?”

“Do you know?” He grinned. “I think you’re right.”

“Show me.”

Seth twisted his shoulder so she could read his tattoo.

“Who dares wins? That’s your motto?” she asked.

He nodded. “I don’t think the regiment had this in mind when they penned it, but I’m feeling pretty fucking fearless right now. Want to help me with this?” He held up a condom.

Sitting astride him, she rolled the condom down his hard length, and Seth hissed in pleasure. Climbing onto the bed behind her, Jake lifted her hair, kissing the back of her neck.

“Sit on his cock,” Jake told her.

She obliged, rising up, then using her hand to guide Seth inside. She was still hypersensitive from her previous orgasms, but as he pierced her tender flesh, any discomfort quickly melted away, leaving nothing but pleasure.

Jake pressed his hand flat between her shoulder blades, pushing her down to meet Seth. “Kiss her,” he ordered. “Kiss her like she’s never been kissed before. Keep her busy.”

Seth needed no second bidding. “We’ll take care of you, baby. All you have to do is relax and go with it, okay?” Cradling her face in his hands, he kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Yes,” she answered automatically, but in truth, she was paying more attention to what Jake was doing behind.

Seth ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I mean it, Kayla. If you don’t love it, we stop. Now kiss me. Don’t think about Jake.”

Impossible. Because Jake was kissing his way down her spine. Her butt. Still kissing, still kissing—

“Oh!”

Jake’s tongue brushed her puckered hole, and she shuddered. Seth soothed her. “Relax, honey. It’s just a kiss. A kiss never hurt anyone, did it?”

She shook her head, thinking, A kiss?
There?

“Shhh.” Seth slid his hand between their bodies and began to gently tease her clit.

At first she stayed alert, focused on Jake. Actually, what Jake was doing back there felt pretty good. What Seth was doing felt good too. Gradually she relaxed and even managed to return Seth’s kiss.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Just go with the flow.”

Behind her, Jake kept swirling his tongue around that most intimate, untouched part of her body, until having his mouth there felt almost natural. Almost. When she heard Jake open the lubricant, she tensed. And she couldn’t help clenching when he pressed his finger against her opening.

Dimly, she remembered touching his butt last night. He’d liked it. Really liked it. In fact, he’d come like an express train.

Jake took his time. He pressed his finger gently against her tight hole, then released. Every time he pushed against her barrier and she tensed, he stopped, only to repeat the action once she relaxed, using a little more pressure each time. Until, suddenly, she felt her body open for him. His finger eased insider her, and she gave a startled gasp.