“On the bed, Reese,” Sloan rasped. “Cup your tits and hold them out for Rylan. Show him how you like to be touched. How rough you want it.”
She obeyed immediately, scrambling back onto the mattress and positioning herself so she was facing Sloan. Rylan moved to stand at the edge of the futon but without obscuring Sloan’s view one inch. He appreciated that, more than either of them knew.
“Like this?” she asked. Her hands came up and curved around her flesh. She tugged and pinched her nipples until they were taut and erect, ready to be licked, nipped, and sucked.
Sloan’s mouth watered. Exactly like that. He wanted. Oh fuck, he wanted. But he was going to have to make do with his proxy. “Now her jeans.”
Rylan didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, roughly pulled Reese to the edge of the bed, and tore off the jeans, leaving her clad in a tiny scrap of panties.
“How wet is she, Rylan?” The words scraped along his throat.
Rylan ran his hands up Reese’s strong, athletic legs. As his thumbs traced a path from inner ankle to inner thigh, Reese’s eyes grew slumberous. Her face sharpened with desire as she watched Rylan’s fingers slide closer to her center.
“Soaked,” Rylan announced when he reached her panty-covered sex. “Soaked through. I’m dying to get my mouth on you, baby.”
She tangled her fingers through his hair, tugging his mouth close to her pussy. “I’m dying to have it there.”
Rylan reached on either side of her hips and tore the underwear in two with a jerk of his wrists. Sloan was surprised when Rylan didn’t dive right in. Instead, he watched as the other man pushed Reese’s thighs wide, opening her so Sloan could see every aroused inch of her gorgeous body—the narrow strip of reddish curls on her mound, the jut of her tiny clit, her swollen lips glistening with need.
“I could come just looking at you. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Rylan voiced Sloan’s thoughts, then slid two fingers down either side of Reese’s slit. He tilted his head to the side, glancing at Sloan. “You’ve never touched this particular patch of paradise? Because I gotta tell you, I don’t know how you can sit over there watching when you could be over here feasting.”
Yeah, it was torture, all right.
Rylan turned back to Reese. “I don’t want to eat anything else but your pussy for the rest of my life. Morning, noon, and night. It’s all the sustenance I need.”
Reese laughed hoarsely. “You’d waste away then.”
“I’d die a happy man.” Then he laid his mouth against her.
Sloan couldn’t see it. Rylan’s blond head was in the way, but he could hear the slick sounds of long fingers pumping in and out of her. Reese’s fevered moans told him that Rylan was touching her in all the right places with all the right amount of force.
Sloan knew she was teetering on the edge of oblivion. Her head thrashed against the mattress and her toes curled as she dug her heels into Rylan’s back. He’d seen her with other men before, but she was different with Rylan. Wilder, more out of control. Her nails gouged the man’s shoulders, and her back arched off the bed as she strained to get closer.
Fuck. He was so damned tempted to join them. He could slide in behind Reese and rub his erection in the valley of her ass cheeks. Hell, he could lube up and fuck her ass while Rylan went down on her. And all the while, he’d be holding her against him, his arm banded around her waist, her neck turned so that he could ravage her mouth while she rode his cock and Rylan’s tongue.
Sloan drew a shaky hand over his mouth and fought for control. He valued Reese’s friendship, and because their past didn’t allow anything more, he ruthlessly stamped out his base desires. Taking Rylan up on the invitation to join them would open a door that would only lead to heartache.
This would be enough for him.
And as Rylan took her over the edge with his fingers and mouth, Sloan convinced himself that Reese’s pleasure would always be enough for him.
It had to be.
After her moans died down, Rylan lifted his head and kissed his way up Reese’s toned stomach to capture her mouth again. When their lips met, it wasn’t in quiet, leisurely postcoital comfort. These two were still tense, quivering with unchecked need. Rylan’s erection hung heavy between his legs. Reese shifted restlessly beneath him, her legs swinging up to wrap around his body and pull him close.
Sloan could see her turmoil. She needed more but didn’t want to ask for it. Didn’t want to come off as needy. Didn’t want to even acknowledge that one tongue-induced orgasm wasn’t going to set her free tonight.
“That’s all you got, boy?” Sloan mocked. “Reese gave you the blow job of your life, and you’re just going to eat her out and go?”