Page 15 of Wanted

Clearly Cale agreed because he tapped her cheek and slipped free. “Enough, Blondie.” He gritted his teeth. “Seriously enough.”

Cale’s shaft gleamed wet, and he had to struggle to get the condom on. But she wasn’t done yet. With a teasing grin, she grabbed him again, swallowing the crown of his dick with a loud slurp. She hollowed her cheeks, pulling hard, then finally let him pop out from between her lips. “Natural lube,” she said breathlessly.

“Tease,” Cale said in a low voice. “You’ll pay for that later.” Tony grinned as Cale fisted her hair and caught her mouth, stabbing his tongue deep.

She moaned. Cale moaned. Hell, Tony moaned too, clenching his fingers so hard around his erection he almost got a damn cramp. This was crazy. Unless he wanted to come deep inside her, he needed to stop things now.

Tony pulled out but Marcia whimpered, drawing away from Cale to shoot him a needy look. “Please. I’m almost there,” she whispered, moving closer. She wrapped herself around him—arms, legs. Then she angled her hips upward and gyrated against his cock in a way meant to drive him mad.

It worked.

He rocked forward and sank home into her pussy again, groaning at the undeniable feeling of rightness. God, there were no words to describe how much he craved the wet clench of her flesh around his. He reached down and rubbed her clit, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t watch her come. Bad enough he’d have to feel it.

“Fuck,” he gasped as her channel tightened to the point of pain. Of utter bliss. Her pussy enveloped his cock as he drove home, needing to feel every wild spasm around his dick no matter the risk.

She cried out again, drowning him in her warm moisture. His muscles twitched with electric pulses, his breath sawed from his lips. At the last second, he yanked his cock free of her snug cunt, just in time for his release to fountain across her still heaving breasts and belly.

He dropped his forehead to hers.Holy shit.

Across the room, a solitary moan cut through the din. When he managed to open his eyes again, Marcia was playfully licking up the droplets of his release. Her gaze flicked between him and the opposite corner. “Check that out.”

Still panting, he turned his head and saw the solo woman with her hand buried between her legs, fingers pumping madly. When their eyes locked, she thrust her hips upward. God, she was coming. Watching him hadmadeher come.

The woman let out a moan, body jerking. Her tremors went on and on until finally she withdrew her hand and bent to gather her clothes. Mouthing “thank you,” to Tony, she slipped out the door.

Marcia chuckled softly. “Think you were the one who put on the show after all,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.

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Once they were in the car, Marcia flipped the pad and stubby pencil out of her purse. She had a lot she wanted to get down before phase two of the night began.

Cale drove and Tony rode shotgun, leaving her room to collapse in the backseat. And collapse she did.

Her sex twinged, a reminder of her stunning orgasm around Tony’s cock. How he’d managed not to come for so long inside her was a freaking wonder. She’d figured maybe he wasn’t that turned-on at first. After all, he hadn’t been too enthused about the whole sex club idea. But man, when he’d finally come, he’d almost shot his damn head off and hers too.

She smiled. Cale had a cock big enough to make any woman’s fantasies come true. And her lover, while not lacking anything in that department, had the stamina of two guys.

Why had she waited so long for this again? Sheer stupidity?

Because Tony’s worth more than any orgasm, no matter how incredible.

Unthinkingly, she pressed the point of her pencil into the pad. It was dark in the backseat but she could jot notes in the light from passing streetlights. Besides, she needed to take advantage of the precious moments she had while Cale and Tony were engaged in—what else?—sports talk in the front seat.

“Men are stupid,” she announced.

Cale shot her a look between the seats. He was remarkably good-tempered considering he’d wasted a good condom on a partial BJ that hadn’t even ended in an orgasm. By mutual agreement, they’d decided to split after Tony’s spectacular finish, mainly because the attentions of the crowd had become a littletooattentive.

She didn’t really want a bunch of chicks checking out her guys. One or two, fine. But there had been more than a couple of women who’d stopped watching their own men in favor of watching Marcia’s, which meant one thing. Party over.

So she didn’t share all that well. Galvin family trait.

“Problem, Blondie?”

“Yeah, I’m tired of hearing about RBI’s. Wouldn’t you rather talk about something more fun?”

“Like what?”

“She means her,” Tony muttered.

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