Page 45 of Lost (Powertools: The Shields 2)

Marcus spun Kennedy to face Knox as she knelt between his thighs. Marcus came up behind her, cupping her breasts. The contrast of his dark hands on her pale skin was beautiful to Knox. How could he like two people who were so different and yet had so much in common?

Kennedy’s head tipped onto Marcus’s shoulder, exposing her neck. He gently wrapped his hand around the long column and dipped her forward so that her tit was right in front of Knox’s face. Knox didn’t need any more instruction than that. He feasted on the offering Marcus made of her body, laving her nipple with the flat of his tongue before suckling until she mewled.

“You like that?” Marcus asked, although the answer was plain.

“Yeah.” She gasped when Knox bit lightly.

“Good. He’s going to take care of you while I fuck you.” Marcus slapped her ass, then placed her in Knox’s arms. The fact that he trusted Knox to tend to her meant more than he could say.

He wasn’t about to disappoint either of them again that night.

Knox strained upward until he sealed his mouth over hers. They glided over each other’s parted lips as she sighed and he concentrated on doing whatever she seemed to enjoy most.

It was around the moment that his hand wandered down her belly and rubbed her mound that Marcus groaned. Knox looked up and caught the other man stroking his impressive cock as he watched them kissing.

Kennedy glanced over her shoulder, shoved her ass in the air, and teased Marcus. “Planning to do something with that thing?”

“Only if you ask me nicely.” Marcus was a bad liar. He was putting his dick in her in ten seconds or less. But she didn’t delay the inevitable.

“Please, Marcus. Fuck me while Knox holds me.” She resumed kissing him, knowing full well that Marcus was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

Marcus shuffled behind her on his knees and slapped his dick against her ass a couple times before aligning himself with her pussy. Knox knew the instant he’d fused them, because Kennedy tensed in his hold. Knox redoubled his efforts, sucking on her tongue and kneading her breasts to distract her from any initial discomfort as Marcus stretched her around his thick hard-on.

“Damn, you feel so good on me.” Marcus groaned.

Knox could relate. Even if all he was doing was caressing Kennedy, she brought him more pleasure than he could have imagined. Sharing this with them made him feel like the luckiest bastard alive, which he probably was by this point.

When Marcus grabbed her hips and began to ride, Knox switched his tactic. He trailed his hand across her taut stomach and down to her pussy. First he circled his finger around Marcus’s dick, embedded within her, gathering up some of the natural lubrication he’d already elicited from her.

Then Knox used it to swirl his thumb around her clit. He remembered how she enjoyed a light, indirect pressure from the times they’d fooled around as teenagers.

“Oh shit.” Her eyes flew wide and her jaw hung open as she was caught between him and Marcus, both of them intent on giving her as much pleasure as she could stand.

“Fuck, she’s hugging my cock already.” Marcus leaned forward and bit her shoulder.

Which, combined with Knox’s strumming, was all it took to set her off.

Kennedy dug her fingernails into his upper arms as she flew apart around Marcus, who didn’t stop plowing into her with an unrelenting series of long, slow plunges. It was a quick and hard release, but ebbed nearly as fast as it had crested.

“That was a nice start,” Marcus purred at her.

Kennedy pushed herself up from Knox’s chest, careful to avoid his stitches. She didn’t proclaim that she couldn’t come again or try to evade them. Instead she rocked back on Marcus and tossed her hair like a star. Damn.

“Why don’t you sit on my face so I can help you with the next one?” Knox asked, on board with being smothered if that’s what it took for her to fly again.

“I have a better idea.” Kennedy moved, but instead of climbing up him, she scooted downward.

“I like the way you think.” Marcus smacked her ass then fisted his hand in her hair, using the grip to guide her mouth to Knox’s dick.

Despite his earlier assumptions, Knox felt his cock start to fill as she drew it into her wet, warm mouth and toyed with him. She licked him from root to tip, then sucked without intent. Not trying to get him off but merely enjoying holding him within her while Marcus continued to rail her. Knox figured she didn’t have a lot of experience, maybe only the few times they’d experimented together. But her unpracticed motions were plenty to wake his dick from near-death.

“Does that feel good?” Kennedy pulled off long enough to ask. “Do you like it?”

Knox and Marcus both burst out laughing. In the middle of the hottest moment of his life, they could have fun. It was magical and sealed something in him right then. This was what he wanted. Forever. Love and joy and a whole lot of steam.

“What?” Kennedy got shy and withdrew a bit.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Marcus put her face back into place, then blanketed her back so that his cheek was right next to hers. “You don’t need to be a genius to get a guy off. Of course it feels incredible, I’m sure.”

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