How to Love (21 page)

Carlos grinned. Okay, maybe she didn’t need that much of a softer touch. What a woman.

For a moment, he lost it, got lost in the idea of being with her after weeks of watching her and Mike together, weeks of wanting her. He walked around the bed to the far side and climbed in beside Jules while Mike slid in on the other side.

“Oh,” she sighed. “I want to see you two together.”

Carlos’s balls tightened even more.

“You will,” Mike promised her with a kiss to her mouth. “But this is the first time for you and Carlos…” He kissed her again. “He wants you.”

“Oh man, do I,” Carlos groaned, rising to his knees beside her. He caught his fingers in the sides of the tiny panties she wore, little lacy blue ones, and tugged them down her thighs. She bent her knees to help him, and as he pulled the panties off, he stroked her bare leg, smooth and slender. The panties hit the floor and he positioned himself between her legs, holding one leg up, one hand on her calf, one on her ankle. He met her eyes, big and shadowy, as he kissed her foot, slid his lips over the instep, then the hollow of her ankle, dragging his tongue over her skin. Her lips parted.

He rubbed his bearded face gently against her calf, kissed her there, then the inside of her knee. Her breathing quickened. He pressed kisses to her inner thigh, drawing her feminine scent into his lungs, almost drunk from it, and then he shifted closer and pressed her thighs farther apart, lifting her legs and folding them back.

Mike watched too, lying beside her with his head propped on a hand, his other hand stroking her arm, her shoulder, then her breasts.

“I want to taste you, Jules,” Carlos said hoarsely, his mouth literally watering at the thought.

She blinked and he kissed her thigh again, closing his eyes, then kissed the sensitive crease where thigh met pelvis, the tiny patch of dark curls. She opened for him, whispered, “Oh God,” and he kissed her folds, her skin as soft as a cloud. He parted her with his thumbs and licked, up one side, then the other, letting her taste shimmer over his tongue, feeling her body tighten and quiver.

“So sweet,” he murmured, lifting his head to look for a moment, to study the perfect pinkness, the arousal that shone on her flesh. Again with his thumbs, he drew back the hood of her clit, so gently, blew on it, and then leaned down again to flick his tongue over it. Her body twitched hard and Mike moved over her, kissing her mouth, swallowing her whimpers, cupping one breast.

“Oh yeah,” Carlos continued. “Sensitive. Want you to come again, doll. In my mouth.”

He licked over the tiny bundle of nerves, again, and again, felt her clit swell, felt the tiny ridge harden beneath his tongue and then her body lifted against his mouth, shaking. She cried out.

“There you go,” Mike said, and kissed her again. Carlos kept his mouth on her until she went still, absorbing her taste, her scent, her pleasure.

“Fast,” he murmured as he rose between her legs. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

She whimpered and he picked out the word “yes” among other inarticulate sounds. He smiled.

Mike handed him a condom and he paused. “Oh yeah,” he muttered. “Thanks, man.” He gave his head a shake, then rolled the condom on quickly.

He drew the head of his cock through Jules’s liquid heat, back and forth, getting the condom good and wet, and then he paused. For a moment he couldn’t believe what was happening. He’d wanted this so much, especially after last night, after he and Jules had heated up the dance floor. He’d seen the arousal in her eyes when they’d danced face to face, knew she was feeling what he was feeling, and damn, it had been so hard to know she and Mike were together.

But now she knew, and now they were all together, the three of them. He met her eyes, saw again the acceptance, the arousal, the understanding, and he pushed into her, slowly, carefully. His knees spread wide, his hands holding her legs back, his head dropped back and his eyes fell closed as sensation poured through him. Her body clasped his dick so tightly, so hotly, and he groaned. “Fuck, that’s good. So tight.” He almost lost it right then, his body pulsing with the need to come, now,
now
, but he fought for control. His heart racing, his breathing jagged, he clenched his teeth and waited for the roaring in his ears to fade.

He dragged his eyes open and watched Mike kiss a nipple, watched his tongue come out to stroke over it, his hand cupping the soft flesh. Fuck, that was hot. Carlos’s blood pulsed hotly in his veins, watching Mike, eyes shut in bliss as he closed his lips over Jules’s nipple.

Jules’s head tossed on the pillow. “More,” she begged. “Carlos, please. More.”

He sucked in air, then moved again, sliding into her, dragging out of her, the tug of her pussy on his cock sending waves of pleasure over his body, right to the top of his head. Pressure built inside him again, in his balls, at the base of his spine, as she lifted against him with every thrust.

“Oh dear God,” she gasped. “I can’t…oh God.”

He felt her orgasm, her pussy rippling around his cock, and his head went back again as he went over the edge too, balls tightening. He came in a long, hot stream of pleasure, his cock shuddering inside her, guttural noises escaping him.

His body weak, he released his hold on her legs and fell over her. Mike shifted aside and as Carlos buried his face in Jules’s hair, Mike’s hand landed on his back and slowly rubbed up and down. Unbelievable.

“Jules,” he whispered, his throat tight. “Jules.”

Then her hands came up to his back too, her arms around him, holding him. She kissed his shoulder in long, open-mouthed kisses. “Mmmm.”

He stretched out his legs, slowly, carefully, and she straightened hers too, still petting his damp back, kissing his shoulder, her mouth and hands so soft and gentle. Mike’s hand slid up his back and into his hair, caressing his head, his touch firmer, his hand bigger. Carlos’s body buzzed with sexual satisfaction. Yeah. Oh yeah.

Eventually he had to roll off Jules, withdrawing from her clinging heat. She gave a soft sigh as he did so. “Okay?” he murmured to her, brushing his lips over her cheek. She turned toward him so their mouths met in a long, soft kiss.

“Yes. Very okay.”

“I have to get rid of this condom.” He headed into Mike’s bathroom and returned to see Jules snuggled up in Mike’s arms, his cheek against her hair. The image brought his feet to a halt, so erotic but also strangely moving, her small soft body curled into Mike’s big tanned one. Carlos’s eyes dropped to Mike’s erection, still huge. “Dude,” he said. “You need a turn.”

Mike smiled. “Oh yeah.”

Jules peeked at Carlos through her hair, then slid her hand down Mike’s torso. Her fingers closed around his dick. Carlos’s breath stuck in his chest. He made his feet carry him closer and climbed back onto the bed, this time beside Mike.

He watched Jules touch Mike, watched Mike lift his hips and thrust into her hand, the head of his cock appearing then disappearing. Carlos licked his lips, set a hand on Mike’s chest and rubbed there. “What do you want?” he murmured in Mike’s ear, letting his tongue trace over his earlobe. “D’you wanna fuck? Want us to suck you?”

Jules let out a little moan at that.

“Never mind,” Carlos said with a grin. He pushed Mike down so he was flat on his back and helped Jules scramble up so they knelt on either side of him. Her little tongue came out to sweep over her bottom lip as she met his eyes. So damn sexy. He leaned over and kissed her, playing with her tongue a little. Then he sat back and jerked his chin toward Mike’s groin.

“Me?” she asked with a saucy little smile and he nodded.

She bent over and once again clasped Mike’s cock in her hand, this time at the root. Once again Mike pushed into her hand, and she kissed the tip where he was wet and shiny. Jules murmured with appreciation, then licked delicately over the rounded head, swirling her tongue around it, then down the shaft.

“That’s it,” Carlos groaned. “Get him nice and wet.”

“Mmmm.” She licked up and down again while Carlos reached up and found Mike’s nipple, giving it a flick. Mike hissed.

Jules rubbed the head over her wet lips and then opened wide to take him in. Damn. Watching her little mouth surround Mike’s cock, all thick and roped with veins, was beautiful. She closed her eyes, her pleasure obvious on her face, and sucked. Carlos’s softened cock gave a twitch. Hell. This night was going to kill them.

He reached for Mike’s balls and cupped them, rolled them a bit in his hand, the skin there tightly puckered.

“Shit!” Mike gasped, hips lifting.

He was getting close and Jules seemed to realize it too, pulling back and letting Mike’s cock slide out of her mouth. She gazed at Carlos, her lips gleaming in the faint light. He nodded and bent forward to suck Mike. He heard Jules’s sharp intake of breath, and he held her gaze deliberately as he took Mike in, closing his lips over his taut flesh. As always, he loved the feel of Mike in his mouth, the texture of his skin, his girth stretching his mouth and filling his throat.

Jules watched with hungry eyes, licked her lips and swallowed. She released Mike’s cock and took her turn to play with his balls, her slender fingers running over the tight sac. Carlos let his eyes fall closed and gave himself over to the pleasure of giving this to the man he loved, picking up a sensual rhythm as he moved. As Mike’s body tightened though, he too lifted off and said to Jules, “Both of us now.”

Obediently she bent her head and they both tongued and sucked at Mike’s shaft, taking turns sucking the head, Carlos’s hand sliding up and down until Mike gasped, “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming.” His seed spurted, again and again, onto their hands, their mouths, his stomach.

Jules gave a soft cry of delight, and when Mike had gone still, Carlos leaned forward once more to kiss her, their lips sliding over each other’s. She kissed him back with erotic hunger, tongues rubbing, making small noises in the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” Mike groaned and Carlos turned his eyes toward him to see him watching them. “Christ, that’s hot.”

Yeah. Carlos gave Jules one more brush of his lips then sat up straight. “See?” he said. “I told you. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

Chapter Fourteen

Jules dozed between the two big male bodies, her mind drifting from thought fragment to heated memory, remembering the look in Carlos’s eyes as he’d moved over her, remembering their teasing, the touch of their hands on her body. Holy freakin’ crap. She was pretty sure that was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

And she had a feeling there was more to come.

The possibilities were endless. She smiled a little, eyes still closed, two big arms over her, heat radiating from them. For someone who was often cold and shivering in bed, to the point of wearing thick socks at night, this was heaven. So nice. So lush and warm and delicious. She gave a blissful little sigh and rubbed one foot up and down a hairy male leg.

As a sensualist, bed was one of her favorite places. She loved lying in bed in the mornings, floating in and out of sleep, inhaling the scent of her sheets, letting their softness caress her body. Even alone it could be lovely—soft and cozy and relaxing. But with someone, it was even better, and with two someones…two hot, exciting someones…whoa.

Carlos and Mike’s heavy breathing told her they too had fallen asleep. She wriggled between them, adjusting her position to be a little more comfortable and drifted off again.

Until they woke her, hands moving on her, stroking her, warming her. She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but what a delightful way to be woken. She turned onto her back and opened her eyes. Still the only light in the bedroom was that shining down the hall, just enough to see Mike and Carlos and the shadowy bedroom. She lifted a hand and touched Mike’s cheek, his whiskers rough against her fingertips.

“Hey,” he murmured. “You’re awake.”

“Oh please. You totally woke me up on purpose.”

He grinned. “Okay. Yeah.”

She turned to regard Carlos on the other side of her and touched his face too, his beard silkier. He captured her hand in his and kissed her fingers. Her heart swelled in her chest. Which scared her a little, so she ignored it.

“You guys were too good to me,” she said. “That was amazing.” No wonder she’d fallen asleep, after that many orgasms. Warmth flooded through her at their generosity and how unbelievable this was.

“We need to talk,” Mike said.

Crap. What was with him and the talking? She turned to give him a look. He grinned.

“Later,” he added.

That only reassured her a little. Somehow this guy totally had her number. She bit her bottom lip as she studied his face, that boyish grin, his tousled hair. She’d been seduced by the idea of a threesome, when maybe she would have been better off hightailing it out of there.

Too late.

And she was being seduced again, by four big hands stroking over her skin, by Carlos’s mouth on her shoulder, by Mike’s sexy smile. His eyes went heavy-lidded as he shifted toward her.

They made love to her again, this time Mike moving over her, kissing his way down her body to find her center while Carlos kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts. Then they turned her over onto her stomach. She shivered at Mike’s touch on her pussy from behind. He lifted her hips so she went onto her knees. With a glance over her shoulder at him, she complied. His hands stroked over her butt cheeks and her hips as he knelt behind her. A soft moan escaped her and when she turned her head back to Carlos, she found him moving in front of her, his hand holding his erection in an erotic grip.