The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page A

blink a couple of times, her surfer boy and her dark Romeo were naked. Strolling over to the bed, she lay down as she watched them turning to follow her with their eyes. As she settled against the pillows, she drank her fill of their incredible bodies.
    Corey. Dark. Everywhere. A thick pelt of hair on his chest that thinned to a happy trail and thickened to a nest around his fat cock. The engorged head looked almost purple as it jutted out, a small drop of pre-cum emerging from the slit. Tracey licked her lips again, anticipating the salty, tangy taste of him.
    Ben. Light. Everywhere. His skin was pale and inviting, his chest smooth enough she wondered if he waxed. The tight curls around his groin were a light brown, darker than the hair on his head. His dick was longer than any she’d ever seen.
    Ah, how she loved variety. Sliding over to the center of the bed, she threw them an inviting smile and patted the soft sheets on either side of her. Her guys scrambled onto the bed. “So,” she said, reaching for the parts of them she’d fantasized about for far too long, “who does what first? This is my first threesome. I’m not sure of the rules.” She stroked each of their hard cocks from base to tip and back again. “Who brought the condoms?”
    Corey, as always, moved first. Grabbing his bag, he jerked out a box of rubbers and ripped it open. Then he tossed a string of them onto the night table. He reached for her face, laying a warm palm against each cheek before pressing his lips to hers. After only a moment of gentle pressure, he swept his tongue inside her mouth.
    Damn, but he could kiss. She loved his taste. Man with a touch of vermouth. Delicious. Letting go of Ben’s erection, she rolled toward Corey, wanting to experience the kiss better by pressing her body against his.
    Evidently feeling left out, Ben sidled over to mold against her back, fitting his cock between her upper thighs so he could rub against her pussy. She hummed as she kissed Corey, loving the feel of two hands cradling her face while two more reached around her to palm her breasts.
    “You’re right, Corey. She’s got great tits.” Ben kissed the tender place where neck met shoulder while his fingers plucked at her nipples, sending zings shooting down her belly. “And that pussy. She’s so wet already.”
    One of Corey’s hands left her face, sliding down her arm to her hip before working across to the juncture of her thighs. His fingers pressed between her folds as Ben pulled his cock back. “So wet. So perfect,” Corey said as he ended their kiss. “I want to be here.” He pushed a finger deep inside her.
    “Right where I’d like you to be,” she replied before a moan slipped out when he added a second finger.
    “I’ve thought about this forever, Tracey,” Corey said. “Both of us have.”
    “Seriously? Why?” The silly words slipped through her lips before she could stop them. Alcohol had dulled her wits. And obviously her judgment. Nothing between them would ever be the same after tonight, and she hadn’t decided if that was a good or a bad thing. By fucking her guys, she might be destroying her Dream Team. At that moment, she wanted them both so desperately, she wasn’t sure she cared. There was more to life than work, and damn, but she never, ever believed she’d think that.
    “You don’t have an ounce of vanity in you, do you?” Ben kissed her, then whispered in her ear. “Because you’re gorgeous.” His hands swept around to cover her ass. “Because you’re sexy. Because you drive us both insane.”
    “Because I can’t wait another minute. Hand me a condom, Ben.” Ripping it open, Corey sheathed his cock before rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs, that thick cock nestled against her mound. “Me first.”
    With a chuckle, Ben turned her face until he could kiss her, his tongue mating lazily with hers just as Corey nudged the head of his cock against her entrance. Her left hand