Page 20 of Wanted

Maybe, just maybe, she loved him too.

Inhaling a long breath, Tony leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the pink highlighter she’d used to mark up her career skills book. Though she didn’t stop nuzzling his erection, her smile turned quizzical.

“Thought one of us should take notes,” he explained, uncapping the highlighter while Cale’s thrusts made Marcia’s hips practically levitate off the mattress. “For your book,” he added, noting her eyes had glazed in the way they always did just before she was about to come. He’d looked into them so many nights while they were making love, wanting to keep that connection between them every possible moment. Now he would get to watch her climax from Cale’s efforts and enjoy that too.

“The book,” she agreed in a throaty whisper in between long swipes of her tongue along his hard-on. “Right.”

Grinning, Tony wrote one word on her abdomen. “I’m sure that will help bring back your memory later on.”

“Oh, don’t think I—” She broke off, gasping when Cale shoved her legs toward her chest and started hammering deep.

Tony pressed his cock harder against her lips, determined to give her a fantasy she wouldn’t forget. His Marcia got a thrill from a side of submission just as she did from the occasional round of dominance. “Suck me,” he demanded, pivoting his hips until she took him all the way in.

He wanted to feel every one of her cries around his stiff flesh and she didn’t disappoint. The first whimper vibrated over the head of his cock followed by a burst of pleasure that made his balls ache. Her body started to thrash against the sheets but she didn’t stop sucking him. Each one of her moans moved through his groin up and up his spine, setting off little sizzling sparks all along the way.

“Fuck!” Cale’s sudden euphoric grunt cut through their unsteady breaths. Tony turned his head just in time to watch his friend’s eyes drop to half-mast, his strokes already out of control. “She’s a-fucking-amazing,” Cale managed, his voice about three octaves lower than usual.

“You like that pussy?” Tony asked for Marcia’s benefit—and his own, since she was now working his cock with long, wet pulls.

“Oh hell yeah. She’s heaven.” Apparently she squeezed around Cale’s cock, because he let loose with another string of expletives. “Jesus. She could crush a coconut.”

Tony snorted out a laugh, knowing exactly what he meant. And hearing his friend describe his girl’s snug cunt only increased his longing to get back inside her. Bare, like he’d been earlier. Just them, flesh-on-flesh.

Marcia sighed when Tony reached down to thumb her clit. Ah yeah, she’d be going off in a heartbeat. He circled faster. She was so swollen, so wet.

So unspeakably arousing.

He grimaced when Cale surged way deep, since that put his best friend’s cock in close proximity with his hand. What he did for true love. Then Marcia reached up to roll Tony’s sensitized sac between her fingers and the array of sparklers that went off behind his closed lids made up for anything that skirted over his comfort zone.

“Sweetheart, you…” Tony took a breath and opened his eyes. “Gonna swallow?”

She nodded vigorously. Damn good thing. He’d be coming soon. So soon he didn’t know if he’d outlast his balls-of-steel best friend. But he couldn’t get annoyed at his current lack of control. Or maybe ever again. Not while her silky, sexy mouth was savoring every inch of him as if she’d never given him head before.

Wench. Vixen. Goddess. He’d probably call her all three before the night was through.

Just when Tony was sure no amount of timestables recited in his head would help him stave off the insistent pressure building in his balls, Cale slammed into her so hard that even Tony winced. Not Marcia. Her face contorted in utter bliss as Cale came in hard spasms that racked his body. Tony yanked his hand back just before his friend fell forward on top of Marsh.

After a moment, Cale rolled to the side. “Fuck, Blondie, you’re so goddamn hot.”

She smiled around Tony’s cock and kept working her lover like a pro. Sweet suction like hers was something a man could never forget. And from the flush of arousal darkening her cheeks, she took as much pleasure from the act as she gave.

While his frantic breathing slowed, Cale watched them. He reached up to smooth the damp blonde curls away from her face, holding her hair back so she could lean up to deep throat Tony like the devious angel she was.

“Fucking hell,” Tony stroked her clit and hoped his fingers weren’t as clumsy as they felt. “Right there. Dammit. Marsh.” Then she swallowed the head and it was over. “Hell yeah, baby,” he groaned, pushing his way into her throat until she quivered beneath him.

He couldn’t hold back the hot flood of his orgasm or his need to shove his fingers into all that tight, drenched warmth between her legs. They came together, or else she put on a good show, clasping his fingers deep inside while his cock pulsed out the last of his release. So sexy. He wanted to lick up every drop of juice that soaked into the sheets before he made her lose her mind all over again.

“Such a delicious cock you have. It’s all mine, isn’t it?” His nod drained him of the last of his strength. She laughed, sounding as light and free as a summer day. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” She gave him a leisurely bath with her lips and tongue before nudging Cale over so Tony had room to collapse beside them.

There weren’t words. What could they say? So much more than sex had transpired tonight and trying to give voice to it would be like trying to capture a candle flame in a closed fist. Explaining or analyzing it would only snuff out the fire quicker.

Or burn someone.

Tony closed his eyes, unable to resist the heavy weight of sleep. He felt too damn good. Comfortable. Happy.

Marcia shifted beside him and he cracked open an eyelid as she peered down at her belly then at him. “Hot? That’s the note you wrote?”

He chuckled and tucked her against him. “Pretty much sums it up, don’t you think?”

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