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She groans, lifting her hips to my mouth and shifting around, her whole body trembling as I push her higher and higher.
“This is for you, Katie,” Lucas says softly. “Come when you want.”
Of course, she can, but I draw it out as much as I’m able, because I want to give her the maximum amount of pleasure I can, show her exactly what she is worth, which is everything. So, I edge her and edge her and edge her until she’s arching against the carpet, moaning as loud as she can, and I love that too.
Then I give her one last flick of my tongue, and she screams as she comes, her orgasm tasting sweet on my tongue.
15
Katherine
I’m lying on my back, every part of me still shaking with the aftershocks. Tate nuzzles against my inner thigh, the prickle of his beard on my sensitive skin making me shiver.Lucas is looking down at me, his amber gaze full of heat, and I can’t look away.
I can’t stop thinking about that conversation we had before Tate walked in, either. About how he wanted me from the moment he first saw me, and my poor heart can’t deal with how good that makes me feel. Even if there’s a sharp ache there too, because feeling the same way about him is wrong. I love Tate, I always have, but loving Lucas, too, is out of the question. You can want two men, but loving two men? It just doesn’t work, no matter how accepting either of them are of my sexuality. I can have tonight at least, that’s allowed, and so I’ll take advantage of it to the fullest.
I lift my hands to Lucas’s face, taking it between my palms. “Let me do something for you,” I murmur, because I want to. I know he feels guilty about how things were between us years ago, but I want him to know that he doesn’t need to. “Let me make you feel good.”
“You already have, sweetheart,” he says.
The endearment makes my heart feel too full. “No,” I say. “I want to do something especially for you.”
“This isn’t about me, though. It’s about you.”
“Let her,” Tate says roughly. “If this is about her, then we have to accept her wishes.”
“See?” I stroke the side of his face with my thumbs. “You have to now.”
His golden eyes flare, the lines of his face hard and set. He wants this, I can see it, but he also doesn’t want me to know how badly. Or maybe he doesn’t want Tate to know. Then again, Tate knows already, doesn’t he? And he’s fine with it otherwise he wouldn’t have told him to let me.
So, I turn over and kneel before him, reaching for the button of his pants to undo it, then slowly easing his zipper down. He’s hard and ready for me, so I take him out. His long, thick cockfeels like steel and velvet in my hands, and when I stroke him, the breath hisses between his teeth.
I bend and take him in my mouth, licking the head of his dick, loving the hitch in his breathing as I do. Then I close my lips around him, swallowing him as deeply as I can, gripping him hard.
“Fuck, yes,” he breaths, his fingers sliding into my hair. But not to guide me. He’s letting me be in charge of this, so I play. Licking and nipping, then working him in my mouth, letting him know that I think he’s beautiful.
His fingers tighten as I swallow him even deeper, so he’s pushing against the back of my throat, but I don’t stop. And then I feel Tate behind me, his hands on my hips, tipping me forward a bit. He strokes the curves of my ass then eases his fingers between my thighs, where I’m still slick from his tongue. A moan escapes me, the vibration of it, making Lucas’s jaw go tight.
“Look at him,” Tate orders. “Look at him while you’re sucking him.”
So, I do, meeting Lucas’s amber gaze, full of fire and heat, gasping as I feel Tate push into me from behind. Tate goes slow, but I’m still shaking from the previous orgasm. Yet it’s not too much. It’s not too much at all as I gaze up at Lucas, and I can see how much this is turning him on, how much he actually wants me, and with him in my mouth and Tate behind me, inside me, I feel a connection to both of them, and it’s not just physical, it’s deeper than that.
There’s an emotional connection between us — between all of us. Me for Lucas and Tate. Tate for Lucas and me. Lucas for me and Tate. It’s real and it’s intense, and maybe it’s always been there, and we were just too young to handle it.
Whatever our connection is, though, this is only for a night, and I have to remember that, even as the taste of Lucas sits on my tongue, and the feel of Tate behind me drives my pleasureinto the stratosphere. Lucas thrusts harder into my mouth, and I can see by the intense glow of his eyes that he’s nearly there, his jaw tightening. He looks beautiful like this, and I’m desperate to see what he looks like when he comes, because he’s been behind me before. Tate’s fingers grip my hips firmly, his thrusts getting harder, faster. “Come with him,” he growls and I’m pretty much on the verge of doing so already.
So, I suck harder, my gaze held captive by Lucas’s, and I feel Tate’s hand reach around and his fingers slide between my thighs, finding my clit and stroking in time with his thrusts. And as the orgasm begins to explode through me, I see Lucas’s eyes glitter bright gold. “Fuck, Katie,” he murmurs, and then he’s coming at the same time, with me groaning around his cock as he empties himself down my throat. And I’m still in the throes of it when Tate pulls me back against him, so I’m upright on my knees with him behind me, still thrusting into me. His arms are iron bands around me, holding me tight as he drives himself inside me, and when I feel his body tense, he takes my jaw in his hand and turns my head to my shoulder, twisting me so he can kiss me, and he does, thrusting deep into my pussy even as his tongue is in my mouth, making me take his growl of release as he comes too.
He shudders against me, his kiss raw and savage, and then he keeps a tight hold on me as he takes his mouth away, pressing his face against my hair. I feel his warm breath against the back of my neck, and my heart aches.
I have missed him. I’ve missed the feel of his arms around me. No other man has ever made me feel the way I feel right now, powerful, strong, and special. So very special. Well, no other man except Lucas.
After a moment, Tate pulls out of me, going down on his knees and taking me with him so I’m sitting on his powerfulthighs. He’s big and hot and hard behind me, yet this time his hands are gentle on my hips, stroking me as his breathing calms.
Lucas does his pants up and then comes over to where Tate and I are, crouching down in front of me. His amber gaze is direct. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says. “Thank you for tonight. You were a gift.”
My chest goes tight. “It’s okay,” I say thickly. “So were you.”
He smiles, and that makes my chest feel even tighter, because his smiles make him even more beautiful. “I’m going to order us some food, because all this exercise is making me hungry.” He flicks a glance behind me. “You hungry, Tate?”
