Feeling Hot

Dylan’s cheeks hollowed as he gave Cash what he wanted. When Jen lowered her gaze to the floor, she saw the unmistakable bulge in Dylan’s jeans. He was hard. From blowing another guy. Dear God.

She stroked herself, her clit throbbing so hard she knew she was two seconds away from orgasm. But she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to see Cash explode first. She watched as his eyes squeezed shut, as he bumped his hips into Dylan’s face, and when he moaned again, she knew he was getting close.

Jen was startled when his eyes suddenly popped open and focused on her. “Does this turn you on?” he growled.

She nodded numbly.

“You gonna come, watching Dylan suck me?”

Another nod.

He fisted his friend’s hair and thrust deeper into Dylan’s mouth. “Take it all. Show Jen how much you like doing this to me.”

Dylan groaned loudly. He took Cash’s erection so deep that his nose brushed Cash’s pubic hair.

She couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure building inside her was too much. She rubbed furiously on her clit, grinding wildly into her hand as she watched the sinful scene unfold.

“You want me to come in your mouth?” Cash asked in a guttural voice.

Dylan peered up, his lips stretched wide over that thick shaft. When he nodded, Cash growled again, then turned to meet Jen’s eyes.

His expression glazed over, his features grew taut, his hips rocked faster.

They came at the same time. Her, in a fast burst of pleasure that blasted into her like a tidal wave. Cash moaned huskily as he climaxed, and her own orgasm intensified when she saw Dylan’s throat working to swallow every drop of his friend’s come.

Ragged breathing cut through the air. Dylan glided his tongue over Cash’s glistening shaft before releasing him, then turned to look at her. Holding the gaze, he swept his tongue over his glossy lips.

It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life, and a second orgasm promptly blew through her, so powerful she sagged back in the chair, gasping for air.

“How was that?” Dylan said roughly. “Did it live up to your fantasy?”

Dazed and wide eyed, she managed a nod.

The blond SEAL stood up, unzipped his jeans, and strode toward the armchair like a predator honing in on its prey.

“I’d ask McCoy to return the favor, but he looks like he needs some time to recover.” Dylan’s eyes glittered as he tossed a glance at Cash, who was struggling to regain his breathing. “So I think I’ll have to put your mouth to use instead.”

He opened the flaps of his jeans and his c**k sprang up. Commando. She should’ve known.

Jen’s pulse drummed in her ears as he stepped toward her, his c**k jutting in her direction. He was longer than Cash, not as thick but equally tantalizing. Saliva flooded her mouth the closer he came. She stayed seated, which put his erection at mouth level when he reached her. Fisting his shaft, he guided it to her face and prodded her lips.

“Open,” he murmured.

She opened, and he slid into her mouth in one fluid motion.

“This’ll be fast, honey. I just need to take the edge off.”

As she wrapped her lips around him, she peered past him and met Cash’s eyes. The lust flashing in his gaze told her he liked what he saw. A lot. His reaction spurred her on, had her suckling on the crown of Dylan’s cock. She curled her fingers around the root of him and pumped, enjoying the low groan that exited his lips.

He wasn’t kidding. It only took a few long strokes, a few persistent sucks, and then his seed spilled into her mouth and coated her tongue.

After he caught his breath, he brushed his fingers over her cheek, stroked her lips where they circled his dick, then withdrew slowly and dropped to his knees. When he leaned in to kiss her, she welcomed his mouth, her heart pounding. His kisses weren’t as dominating as Cash’s; they were sweeter, lazier, as if he had all the time in the world. His tongue tasted and swirled, his lips teasing her to the point of breathless, mindless sensation.

When she felt herself being yanked to her feet, she opened her eyes. “What now?”

“Now it’s your turn.” He glanced at Cash. “Bedroom?”

Cash was already on his feet. “Uh-huh.”

A thrill shot through her as the men ushered her toward Cash’s room. Once there, she barely had time to blink before their hands were all over her. God. She’d never been so excited in her life. Her leggings came off, followed by her panties, her shirt, her bra. When she stood naked before them, both men’s gazes smoldered with appreciation.

“Damn, you are so f**king pretty it hurts to look at you,” Dylan breathed.

“Isn’t she?” Cash agreed, his blue eyes burning as they rested on her bare br**sts.

She suddenly felt the urge to cover herself up. It was too much. Their hot, hungry gazes branding into her skin. The thick, erect cocks jutting from their unbuttoned pants. And then they started to strip, and she forgot all about her own sense of modesty. Shirts and pants hit the floor, Dylan’s belt buckle jingling when it connected with the hardwood.

Jen gawked at their bare chests, trim hips, muscular legs—pure sensory overload. She’d never seen so much smooth, tanned skin and bulging muscles. They were so utterly male that all the moisture left her mouth. Her throat felt like it was coated with sandpaper.

“On the bed,” Cash ordered.

The low, sexy command made her shiver. All uncertainty forgotten, she got on the mattress and stretched out on her back. A second later, there was a SEAL on either side of her, and two hot mouths latched onto her br**sts.