Jokers: BBW Billionaire Menage Romance (Billionaire Brothers, II Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Meg Watson
longing. The first fingers stroked down the center of me, toying with the lush wetness there. Another arm circled tighter around my shoulders and the mouth on that side growled against my neck.
I rolled my hips, trying to maneuver myself against the slow inspection of those fingers. A body pressed up against me on the other side, pushing up on that leg and opening me further.
Though I was fairly certain that I had two ardent and determined hands simultaneously stroking and opening my sex, it still wasn't enough. I wanted more than to be explored. I wanted to be worked into a frenzy. I wanted to come. And I didn't want to wait.
Looping my hands around the back of each of my companions, I rolled my head first to one side and found the waiting mouth of one of the Jacks. I kept my eyes closed and opened my lips against his, biting and sucking gently at the lips that had just been on my neck. He was warm and swollen from kissing me, and I dragged my tongue slowly around the borders of his fine, thick lips.
Turning my head to the other side, I found the jaw of my other lover with my fingers and tilted his head upward to meet mine. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, dragging it back and forth along the ridges of my teeth in a provocative in and out motion. With his tongue spearing against mine the fingers at my sex began a similar motion, finally breaching my entrance. I sighed a moan of longing into his mouth and nodded my encouragement.
Finally they seemed to understand what I wanted and all at once they began manipulating me expertly, with one set of fingers slipping in fast circles around my clit and another set of fingers diving into my entrance, pressing forward at just that right spot.
I circled my hips extravagantly, shamelessly rubbing myself against the ministrations of those two hands. The fingers at my clit circled faster and faster, working quickly to trigger a light that got brighter with each second inside my belly. The other hand pushed and smoothly but shallowly inside me, focusing on that spot as though trying to meet the other fingers.
The orchestra below us swelled, understanding exactly what we were doing and encouraging us to rise as it rose. Vaguely, I heard the opera singer's voice spiraling up through the music as though dashing up a staircase.
My brain turned to words. Yes, yes is all I could think. More, more.
I rocked against the sensations, submitting completely to the brightening glow within me. I knew it was a firework that was suspended just moments before explosion. I knew it would burst soon. I needed only to submit, to work with it until it finally split open.
And then I was coming. I arched and bucked with the cascading swells of light that coursed through me. Hands or arms slipped behind me and held me up, completely supporting me as I gave in to the rocket fire of passion in my body.
The sounds of my lovers’ exclamations of approval and desire melded with the peak of the orchestra's performance. I could sense their scent had changed, and I felt that animal satisfaction of knowing that there was a reciprocal desire in the air. The three of us had created our own atmosphere.
As I quaked and shuddered, hands gently closed my legs and smoothed my dress over my thighs. Lips and noses nuzzled my neck and whispered words of appreciation in my ear that I couldn't quite understand anymore since language had left me.
I smiled luxuriously, finally opening my eyes to gaze back at the beautiful faces that stared down at me. Lyle was at my right and somehow I had known it was Lyle all the time. And Owen was at my left, and somehow I had known that too. Though they were like two halves of a pair, yet they were still distinct and individual. And together, they were a kind of magnificent I had never even contemplated before.
Lyle smiled, the unrequited passion showing thickly on his features.
“Let's get out of here, shall we? I think I've seen this opera a few times.”
I nodded mutely, so
I rolled my hips, trying to maneuver myself against the slow inspection of those fingers. A body pressed up against me on the other side, pushing up on that leg and opening me further.
Though I was fairly certain that I had two ardent and determined hands simultaneously stroking and opening my sex, it still wasn't enough. I wanted more than to be explored. I wanted to be worked into a frenzy. I wanted to come. And I didn't want to wait.
Looping my hands around the back of each of my companions, I rolled my head first to one side and found the waiting mouth of one of the Jacks. I kept my eyes closed and opened my lips against his, biting and sucking gently at the lips that had just been on my neck. He was warm and swollen from kissing me, and I dragged my tongue slowly around the borders of his fine, thick lips.
Turning my head to the other side, I found the jaw of my other lover with my fingers and tilted his head upward to meet mine. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, dragging it back and forth along the ridges of my teeth in a provocative in and out motion. With his tongue spearing against mine the fingers at my sex began a similar motion, finally breaching my entrance. I sighed a moan of longing into his mouth and nodded my encouragement.
Finally they seemed to understand what I wanted and all at once they began manipulating me expertly, with one set of fingers slipping in fast circles around my clit and another set of fingers diving into my entrance, pressing forward at just that right spot.
I circled my hips extravagantly, shamelessly rubbing myself against the ministrations of those two hands. The fingers at my clit circled faster and faster, working quickly to trigger a light that got brighter with each second inside my belly. The other hand pushed and smoothly but shallowly inside me, focusing on that spot as though trying to meet the other fingers.
The orchestra below us swelled, understanding exactly what we were doing and encouraging us to rise as it rose. Vaguely, I heard the opera singer's voice spiraling up through the music as though dashing up a staircase.
My brain turned to words. Yes, yes is all I could think. More, more.
I rocked against the sensations, submitting completely to the brightening glow within me. I knew it was a firework that was suspended just moments before explosion. I knew it would burst soon. I needed only to submit, to work with it until it finally split open.
And then I was coming. I arched and bucked with the cascading swells of light that coursed through me. Hands or arms slipped behind me and held me up, completely supporting me as I gave in to the rocket fire of passion in my body.
The sounds of my lovers’ exclamations of approval and desire melded with the peak of the orchestra's performance. I could sense their scent had changed, and I felt that animal satisfaction of knowing that there was a reciprocal desire in the air. The three of us had created our own atmosphere.
As I quaked and shuddered, hands gently closed my legs and smoothed my dress over my thighs. Lips and noses nuzzled my neck and whispered words of appreciation in my ear that I couldn't quite understand anymore since language had left me.
I smiled luxuriously, finally opening my eyes to gaze back at the beautiful faces that stared down at me. Lyle was at my right and somehow I had known it was Lyle all the time. And Owen was at my left, and somehow I had known that too. Though they were like two halves of a pair, yet they were still distinct and individual. And together, they were a kind of magnificent I had never even contemplated before.
Lyle smiled, the unrequited passion showing thickly on his features.
“Let's get out of here, shall we? I think I've seen this opera a few times.”
I nodded mutely, so
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