Page 31 of Lost (Powertools: The Shields 2)

“Damn, you feel so good on my cock.” He caved to the urge to move, beginning to pump in and out of her with long, languid strokes.

“Feel amazing inside me,” she murmured. When she reached down to fondle herself, Knox swept her hands away and did it for her. He cupped her breast in his left and then surprised Marcus by rotating so that he could lick her clit while Marcus fucked her.

That meant Knox’s face rested on Marcus’s abs. He used his free hand to pin the guy’s head there, using it to bring Kennedy additional pleasure as he rode her.

“Oh!” Kennedy squirmed beneath Marcus, aligning them so that the tip of his cock rubbed her in all the right places each time he plowed through her grasping channel of muscles to delight them both. “I’m close already. So full. So good.”

Marcus was studying her so intently as he made love to her that he saw the instant she passed the point of no return. Her body strained toward him and Knox and the combined sensations they were imparting. He wanted to resist, to tag the other man to take up for him to stretch out his enjoyment, but at the same time, Marcus figured the benefit of having both of them there was that they could fully satisfy Kennedy by taking turns while allowing the other man to recover.

He had no doubt he’d recuperate quickly watching her and Knox go at it.

“Go ahead. I’m with you.” Marcus stared straight into her eyes, willing her to trust him enough to finally let go. And she did.

Kennedy cried out, then became frantic, her body taking over and riding him as desperately as he was drilling into her. Knox followed her every motion, delivering unrelenting ecstasy as he sucked on her clit. She came around Marcus in a long, rolling orgasm that he never could have withstood.

He roared, then froze, as deep inside her as he could get. Come shot from his cock, flooding her with every drop he had in his balls. When the tidal wave of the first gush passed, his body took over on autopilot. He pounded into her at least a dozen more times as she milked him absolutely dry.

Knox made a strangled sound, then lifted off her right before Marcus collapsed, doing his best not to crush Kennedy as his heart pounded against hers. It had been every bit as good as he’d always known it would be, and what they’d done was only the start.

Marcus pulled out of her, a pearly trail stretching between them before decorating her pussy with the proof of what they’d experienced. Knox shocked him by leaning in and swallowing Marcus’s softening cock at least halfway, which was pretty damn impressive. And when he drew off, he bent down and licked Kennedy clean.

Knox’s raging hard-on told them as clearly as his blissed out expression, that he had enjoyed every second Marcus and Kennedy were joined.

“Go ahead.” Marcus swapped places with the other man. “You’ve been waiting longer than me.”

“I thought I’d ruined my chance at ever having this.” Knox stared down at Kennedy, and for a moment, Marcus thought he might lose it entirely.

“Never stopped thinking about you.” Kennedy hadn’t entirely caught her breath. That didn’t prevent her from reaching out and welcoming Knox between her legs. She hugged him as he fit himself to her and slid in considerably easier than Marcus had. Either because Marcus had stretched her open for the guy or because of the slick release he’d deposited within her.

Either way, Knox wasn’t complaining.

Marcus snuggled up against Kennedy and tipped her face toward him so they could share a sweet kiss as Knox situated himself. When he’d embedded his dick fully within Kennedy, who groaned, he began to ride. Kennedy was stunning, and so responsive, it only took five or ten minutes of both men working over her to rekindle her passion.

Meanwhile, Knox was barely hanging on, fucking into her fast and hard while Marcus cushioned her against his momentum. Kennedy needed to catch up or Knox was going to come without her. And Marcus knew the other man wouldn’t want that. Hell, Marcus wouldn’t either. So he asked Kennedy, “How can I help you?”

“Tell me this means something to you.” She surprised him by asking for an emotional connection that made her even more vulnerable than asking for a physical touch.

“Everything. It meanseverythingto me,” Marcus swore in between kisses. He cupped her breast in one hand, and Knox mimicked his motion on the other.

“And me.” Knox’s entire body had flushed. He was nearly vibrating with the strain of holding back.

“Then come in me. Don’t hold back like you did yesterday. Don’t leave me to feel this by myself and wonder if I’ll ever be able to set you off too.” Kennedy began to tense in Marcus’s arms.

Knox made a strangled sound, then fell. He clutched her knees, on either side of him and threw his head back. His abdomen rippled before he pounded into Kennedy in a flurry of short, hard strokes that, along with Marcus’s finger tapping her clit, set her off.

Kennedy screamed and came again, as Knox added to the mess inside her. His ass clenched then released as he shot jet after jet deep into her pussy. The base of his cock and balls turned frothy as he continued riding her through the crest of their passion.

And when it was over, he toppled onto the open side of the mattress, sucking in breaths that made the exertion of their workout at the gym look like a stroll in the park.

“Son of a bitch,” Kennedy moaned, then covered her face with her hands. “What’s wrong with me?”

Alarmed, Marcus and Knox sat up on either side of her. Marcus scanned over her, running a hand between her legs to make sure there wasn’t any blood and that they hadn’t used her too hard. Instead of flinching, she moaned.

“Still?” Marcus’s eyes went wide and flew to Knox.

“Don’t look at me. I’m gonna need a minute.” Knox smiled wryly at them, then pried Kennedy’s hands away so that he could exchange slow, sensual kisses with her.

“Me too.” Marcus was more than willing even if his cock was taking a nap. “But I have an idea. I’ll be right back.”

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