Jen glanced at Cash as if to ask for help.
He shrugged. “Sorry, sweetheart. I warned you he’s a slut.”
Looking frazzled, she swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. Cash was tempted to march over and kiss her. Her lips would be cold from the ice cream, but he’d warm them up, no problem. Nibble on that plump bottom lip for a bit. Lick his way into her mouth and taste the chocolate and strawberries on her tongue.
He quelled the urge. Truthfully, he was curious to see how far she’d let this go. He hadn’t been lying before—he found threesomes hot as hell. He knew some men didn’t like sharing, but Cash didn’t see it that way. A woman’s pleasure mattered more to him than his own, which was why he’d been so appalled to hear that Jen’s former lovers hadn’t bothered to make her come. Hearing a female cry out in orgasm was the ultimate turn-on for him, and he knew from experience that women lost their fucking minds when they had two men dedicated to driving them over the edge.
And he knew the idea intrigued Jen. She’d dropped so many hints about it she might as well have advertised her curiosity about ménages on a billboard.
“Come back to the couch,” Dylan urged.
Jen’s gorgeous breasts heaved as she drew in shallow breaths. “I’m good here, thanks.”
She scooped out some more ice cream, and all the blood in Cash’s body pooled in his groin as he watched her suck on that spoon.
“What’ll it take to get you back here?” Dylan asked with a taunting lilt in his voice.
Once more, Jen turned to Cash.
He suppressed a laugh. “Hey, you were the one who gave me the rock-your-world and try-new-things speech. Everything that happens next is up to you, sweetheart.”
She gulped.
Dylan patted the couch cushion. “Your call, honey. But know that Cash and I have a lot of experience in pleasing a woman.”
Cash sized up her expression, noting the temptation flaring in her eyes. She wanted this. Anyone could see it. All the same, he refused to push her into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with, and he knew Dylan wouldn’t be insulted if she chose not to go through with it.
But he hadn’t anticipated his friend’s determination to lure Jen to the ménage side.
“Well, if you won’t join us, maybe we’ll just have to entertain ourselves,” Dylan announced.
Uh,
what
?
Dylan slid across the couch toward Cash.
He blinked. “What are you doing?”
“Fulfilling the lady’s fantasy.” Dylan was so close Cash could smell the guy’s aftershave, see the five o’clock shadow rising on his chiseled jaw.
“I think you’ve had a little too much to drink,” Cash said gruffly. When his buddy’s hand reached for his zipper, his brows shot up. “You can’t be serious.”
Hiss
. Dylan dragged down the zipper, shooting him a look loaded with an unexpected amount of heat. “Come on, McCoy, you know I’m a firm believer in the try-anything-once philosophy.”
Next thing he knew, his friend’s hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and…yup, Dylan’s fingers were wrapping around his shaft. Which hardened. Like instantly. And not just in a semi, look-at-that-someone’s-touching-me way. His cock went stiffer than a flagpole, rising from zero to full mast in two seconds flat.
His gaze flew to Jen, whose eyes had grown wide. Her mouth slackened as if she couldn’t fathom the scene in front of her.
He couldn’t quite fathom it either, but God help him, he couldn’t seem to stop it. When Dylan squeezed his shaft, his body arched involuntarily, his erection eagerly jutting into that callused hand. A drop of precome beaded at the tip of his cock, and he saw Jen’s eyes fix on that pearly drop.
“You like it,” she accused, sounding both awed and aroused.
“He likes it,” Dylan confirmed with a chuckle.
The base of his spine began tingling as Dylan jacked his cock. His friend’s hand was bigger, rougher than a woman’s, his strokes more forceful. But it didn’t hurt. Oh no, Dylan knew exactly how much pressure to exert, which didn’t surprise Cash—he supposed only a man would know how much force another man could take.
What did surprise him was his visceral reaction to the feel of that strong, masculine grip on his dick. Mouth dry, pulse racing, palms damp. Dylan kept pumping his cock, squeezing the head on each upstroke. It felt so damn good, Cash let out a groan.
Dylan studied his face, those green eyes darkening with arousal, flickering with an unspoken question.
Cash responded by easing his pants down his hips, giving his friend a better handle on his package. Dylan tugged hard on his cock, then swiped his finger over the moisture seeping from the tip and spread the sticky substance along the rock-hard shaft.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jen choked out.
Dylan released Cash’s erection and shot him a half-smile. “Should we make her hotter?”
When his friend moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, Cash knew exactly what he planned to do. The urge to resist warred with the need for release. He sat there. Torn. Turned on. Ready to explode.
Swallowing, he thrust his dick back into Dylan’s hand, then groaned when his buddy squeezed the shaft so hard it ached. He closed his eyes to revel in the incredible sensations, but his eyelids snapped open when the couch squeaked and that wicked hand disappeared from his cock.
Dylan slid onto his knees on the floor, and Cash glanced down just in time to see his friend’s lips close over his engorged head.
He jerked, overcome with sensation. Oh, Jesus. That felt criminally good.
The sight of Dylan’s lips stretched around his shaft brought him to a level of pleasure he hadn’t known existed. He groaned as Dylan sucked harder, each wet tug stoking the fire building in his balls. The lust pulsing in his veins was so powerful, so startling, that he pulled out of the other man’s mouth, needing to put a stop to this madness.
“You okay?” Dylan rasped, peering up at him.
He looked into those heavy-lidded green eyes, and just like that, his resolve crumbled. Screw resistance. If Dylan was into it, and Jen was into it, then he might as well go with it.
“I’m good,” he said hoarsely. And then, shoving his hand in Dylan’s blond hair, Cash guided that hot male mouth to his cock and settled back to enjoy his first blowjob from another man.
Chapter Nine
Jen was seconds away from spontaneous combustion. She’d never seen anything more arousing than the raunchy scene happening four feet away from her.
Dylan was on his knees, with Cash’s cock buried deep in his mouth.
How was this real?
Her clit swelled and throbbed, but she was too stunned to do anything about it. Struggling to breathe, she set the ice cream carton on the table, unable to take her eyes off the two men on the couch. Dylan made low growls in the back of his throat as he sucked Cash’s cock in slow, deep pulls. The pleasure etched onto Cash’s face stole the breath from her lungs. He rested one hand on his friend’s head, the other curled into a fist at his side. But silent and passive he wasn’t—even with another man, he had no problem vocalizing the rough, sexy demands she’d become accustomed to.
“Tease my balls,” he ground out, rocking his hips as he fucked Dylan’s mouth.
She nearly passed out when Dylan followed his friend’s orders. He squeezed the heavy globes, then released the cock in his mouth with a wet pop, skimmed his tongue down the length and buried his face in Cash’s balls.
“Oh fuck,” Cash mumbled. “Yeah, that’s good.”
Hot waves of raw lust rolled through her, tingling her nipples, scorching her sex. Her panties were drenched. Pressure built in her core. Moaning, she slipped a hand into her leggings, inside her panties and palmed her wet folds.
She couldn’t believe she was watching another man going down on Cash. And Dylan seemed to be enjoying the hell out of himself; his muffled groans filled the air, combining with Cash’s ragged breaths.
Her eyes nearly popped out of the sockets when Cash tangled both hands in his friend’s hair and brought Dylan’s mouth back to his cock. “Take me deep,” he muttered. “Fuck, man, suck harder.”
Dylan’s cheeks hollowed as he gave Cash what he wanted. When Jen lowered her gaze to the floor, she saw the unmistakable bulge in Dylan’s jeans. He was hard. From blowing another guy. Dear God.
She stroked herself, her clit throbbing so hard she knew she was two seconds away from orgasm. But she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to see Cash explode first. She watched as his eyes squeezed shut, as he bumped his hips into Dylan’s face, and when he moaned again, she knew he was getting close.
Jen was startled when his eyes suddenly popped open and focused on her. “Does this turn you on?” he growled.
She nodded numbly.
“You gonna come, watching Dylan suck me?”
Another nod.
He fisted his friend’s hair and thrust deeper into Dylan’s mouth. “Take it all. Show Jen how much you like doing this to me.”
Dylan groaned loudly. He took Cash’s erection so deep that his nose brushed Cash’s pubic hair.
She couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure building inside her was too much. She rubbed furiously on her clit, grinding wildly into her hand as she watched the sinful scene unfold.
“You want me to come in your mouth?” Cash asked in a guttural voice.
Dylan peered up, his lips stretched wide over that thick shaft. When he nodded, Cash growled again, then turned to meet Jen’s eyes.
His expression glazed over, his features grew taut, his hips rocked faster.
They came at the same time. Her, in a fast burst of pleasure that blasted into her like a tidal wave. Cash moaned huskily as he climaxed, and her own orgasm intensified when she saw Dylan’s throat working to swallow every drop of his friend’s come.
Ragged breathing cut through the air. Dylan glided his tongue over Cash’s glistening shaft before releasing him, then turned to look at her. Holding the gaze, he swept his tongue over his glossy lips.
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life, and a second orgasm promptly blew through her, so powerful she sagged back in the chair, gasping for air.
“How was that?” Dylan said roughly. “Did it live up to your fantasy?”
Dazed and wide eyed, she managed a nod.
The blond SEAL stood up, unzipped his jeans, and strode toward the armchair like a predator honing in on its prey.
“I’d ask McCoy to return the favor, but he looks like he needs some time to recover.” Dylan’s eyes glittered as he tossed a glance at Cash, who was struggling to regain his breathing. “So I think I’ll have to put your mouth to use instead.”
He opened the flaps of his jeans and his cock sprang up. Commando. She should’ve known.
Jen’s pulse drummed in her ears as he stepped toward her, his cock jutting in her direction. He was longer than Cash, not as thick but equally tantalizing. Saliva flooded her mouth the closer he came. She stayed seated, which put his erection at mouth level when he reached her. Fisting his shaft, he guided it to her face and prodded her lips.
“Open,” he murmured.
She opened, and he slid into her mouth in one fluid motion.
“This’ll be fast, honey. I just need to take the edge off.”
As she wrapped her lips around him, she peered past him and met Cash’s eyes. The lust flashing in his gaze told her he liked what he saw. A lot. His reaction spurred her on, had her suckling on the crown of Dylan’s cock. She curled her fingers around the root of him and pumped, enjoying the low groan that exited his lips.
He wasn’t kidding. It only took a few long strokes, a few persistent sucks, and then his seed spilled into her mouth and coated her tongue.
After he caught his breath, he brushed his fingers over her cheek, stroked her lips where they circled his dick, then withdrew slowly and dropped to his knees. When he leaned in to kiss her, she welcomed his mouth, her heart pounding. His kisses weren’t as dominating as Cash’s; they were sweeter, lazier, as if he had all the time in the world. His tongue tasted and swirled, his lips teasing her to the point of breathless, mindless sensation.
When she felt herself being yanked to her feet, she opened her eyes. “What now?”
“Now it’s your turn.” He glanced at Cash. “Bedroom?”
Cash was already on his feet. “Uh-huh.”
A thrill shot through her as the men ushered her toward Cash’s room. Once there, she barely had time to blink before their hands were all over her. God. She’d never been so excited in her life. Her leggings came off, followed by her panties, her shirt, her bra. When she stood naked before them, both men’s gazes smoldered with appreciation.
“Damn, you are so fucking pretty it hurts to look at you,” Dylan breathed.
“Isn’t she?” Cash agreed, his blue eyes burning as they rested on her bare breasts.
She suddenly felt the urge to cover herself up. It was too much. Their hot, hungry gazes branding into her skin. The thick, erect cocks jutting from their unbuttoned pants. And then they started to strip, and she forgot all about her own sense of modesty. Shirts and pants hit the floor, Dylan’s belt buckle jingling when it connected with the hardwood.