Page 51 of Wicked Fantasies

“We’re studying World War II in my class right now. It was the first thing that popped into my mind.”

“Hitler it is.” Heath leaned back and picked up his own glass. “I want to watch you give Colt a blow job while I fuck you from behind.”

Her eyes grew dark and she squirmed in her chair. “Oh yeah, we could do that.”

Colt seemed to agree. “Damn that sounds good. Darlin’, look at me.” She watched as Colt picked up his own shot glass.

Heath knew what his friend was going to ask for before the words left his lips. They’d discussed it earlier and it was the one thing both men wanted more than anything.

“I want to fuck your ass while Heath takes your pussy. At the same time.”

Heath watched and silently said a prayer, but Kylie never blinked an eye at Colt’s fantasy.

“Oh yeah,” she said with a grin, “we can definitely do that.”

Chapter Five

“Bedroom.” Colt stood and pointed down the hallway. “My bedroom. The bed’s bigger.”

The trip to the other end of the house seemed to take a lifetime as none of them could resist stopping for kisses and tantalizing touches along the way. Colt had worried it would feel strange having another man so close to him as he made love to a woman, but after years of friendship, he and Heath seemed to have a sixth sense about what to do.

It was exhilarating to watch Heath and Kylie kiss as he wrapped himself around her from behind, his own lips trailing down her soft neck.

When she turned around and offered her lips to him, he loved knowing Heath was watching them, loved how hot Kylie got from the things Heath was doing with hands that Colt couldn’t see.

As they entered the bedroom, Colt kicked the door shut behind them and Kylie walked toward the end of the bed.

“Undress for us,” he said as she turned to face them.

Her face went through a gamut of emotions—from embarrassment to nervousness before settling on the one he’d only seen in his dreams.

A sexy smile touched her rosy lips as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head. He expected to see one of the sports bras she usually wore and was shocked to discover his tomboy roommate owned a black, lacy concoction that was completely feminine and showcased more cleavage than he’d realized she possessed.

He fell back against the door.

How could he have missed those babies in the last seven years?

Fuck, she was built like a brick house.

Not finished with her seductive torment, she released the clasp on the bra and let it fall off her arms to the floor. Then she brought her hands up slowly to cup herself and his blood pressure rose to a decidedly unhealthy limit as she lifted her breasts up, taking the nipples between her fingers and squeezing.

Glancing over, he saw her striptease was working its magic on Heath as well. The man was rubbing his erection through his jeans.

Not a bad idea, Colt thought, and he reached down to try and relieve some of the pressure building in his own pants.

“Kylie,” Colt whispered, spellbound by her sultry movements.

Turning slowly, she looked back over her shoulder with a grin that proved she knew exactly what she was doing to them.

Kicking off her shoes, she peeled her pants and panties off together, down over her hips, one torturous inch at a time.

As she bent over, he and Heath were treated to a perfect view of her luscious round ass as she slipped the material off. There were some fading bruises there and he realized they needed to take care not to hurt her.

He staggered toward her, but she skittered away until she stood beside the bed.

“Come here,” he barked out, his voice betraying his need, but she just giggled at the sound.

“You two come here.” She crawled up on the bed, gesturing for them to join her.

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