Page 52 of Wicked Fantasies

Colt began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving her lovely body, and he sensed Heath doing the same thing.

Her gaze seemed to eat them alive as she watched them undress and he felt the reins of control slipping through his fingers.

Damn woman was trying to top from the bottom and they were letting her. He looked over at Heath and watched the same realization enter his friend’s face.

“Open your legs,” Heath said sternly as he pulled his shirt from his shoulders, discarding it without a thought.

Her face flushed, though whether with excitement or embarrassment, he couldn’t decide. Unable to reign in his dominant desires, Colt reached over and roughly pulled her legs apart.

“Like this,” he said. “Next time we tell you to open your legs, we want them exactly like this.”

Kylie’s breasts rose and fell as her breathing hitched up a notch, but he was sure now her response was not based on fear, but arousal. She was responding to them like a true submissive. He felt like pumping a victory fist in the air.

Placing a bent knee on the bed, he leaned down until his mouth hovered above her gorgeous pussy. The sweet smell of honeysuckle washed over him. He looked over his shoulder and Heath gave him a quick, encouraging nod.

“Do it,” his friend whispered and Colt turned back to heaven. Kylie’s hands flew to his hair as he pressed his lips to her hard clit, his tongue probing and pushing. Her hips began to move against him, but he denied her movement by placing his firm hands on her upper thighs.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

“Please, Colt,” she begged breathlessly. He returned to torment her drenched opening with his mouth. Circling the entrance to her body with his tongue, he felt her muscles tensing and suspected his little firecracker was already perilously close to exploding.

Dipping his tongue inside her, he only managed to thrust twice before Kylie’s body shuddered violently beneath his touch and he heard her relieved cries.

He sensed Heath moving behind him and heard the unmistakable sound of pants and shoes hitting the floor.

“Move, Colt.” Heath’s demands were husky and harsh. He suspected his friend was hanging on by a thread. He chuckled as he pushed away from Kylie’s heat.

“Poor Heath,” she teased, reaching up to pull him down to her. “No foreplay, just climax.”

Colt fought against the laughter as Kylie repeated his own words from the Tequila Truth game that had started them down this path.

Heath joined their laughter, leaning over her flushed body. “That’s why I brought Colt along for the ride, Sunshine. Now put this damn condom on me. If I’m not in your body in the next thirty seconds, you’re going to see that climax up close and personal all over your stomach.”

She took the condom Heath had retrieved from the stash he’d put in the nightstand. Colt had to grab one of the columns at the end of his four poster bed as she ripped the package open with her teeth and he felt the groan that passed Heath’s lips in his own gut. She took sexual teasing to a whole new level.

As soon as Heath’s cock was sheathed, he plunged into Kylie’s body and once again, Colt was struck by the incredible pleasure he felt in watching the act.

Never a fan of porn movies, he couldn’t understand how the mere sight his best friends making love could impact his senses so thoroughly. The pressure in his body grew to such a rate that he raced to strip off his own jeans.

Kylie continued to arch into Heath’s thrusts and Colt’s last tether of patience broke. Unwilling to remain apart from the action any longer, he climbed onto the bed until his hips were even with her head.

“Yes,” she hissed impatiently and he thought she seemed annoyed at his tardiness.

Heath looked up as she reached over to draw Colt’s rock-hard erection in her mouth.

“Wait,” Heath cried as he pulled out of her body. “Roll over, Sunshine.”

Colt recalled Heath’s fantasy and grinned at her eagerness to comply. No sooner had she landed on her hands and knees then she was scrambling for his cock. Her hot breath caressed him as Heath resumed his place in her pussy.

Gripping her hair gently in his fists, Colt guided her mouth to him and nearly fell forward at the first touch of her tongue against the crown of his cock. She swirled around the tip, sucking off all the pre-come gathered there.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Open up, darlin’. Let me in that sweet mouth of yours.”

Kylie responded to his words and enveloped nearly half of him in her first pass. He was shocked by her daring response. He was by no means a small man and was accustomed to women balking at the thought of trying to take him in at all.

Kylie, however, seemed frustrated at not being able to get enough. Each time she moved, she took him deeper until Colt felt the back of her throat.

With rough hands on her head, he tried to pull out, afraid of choking her, but she growled—literally growled—at his attempts and he loosened his grip.

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