God, was it possible to be this turned on? There were too many things going on at once. Carson’s cock in her mouth, Garrett’s palms on her breasts, his erection pressed against her ass.
Then Garrett’s hot breath was fanning across the nape of her neck. “You want me to fuck you while you suck Carson’s dick?” he muttered, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
All she could do was whimper.
He gently tipped her forward and she gasped when he slid one finger into her already sopping-wet pussy. “You love this, don’t you, Shelby?” he taunted, then pressed his lips to her neck.
Pleasure surged through her. She felt like a volcano that had been dormant for decades, only to erupt out of the blue, with such force, such power, that it covered everything, everyone, with hot smoldering lava and to hell with the consequences. She
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pushed her ass into Garrett’s exploring finger, her lips still wrapped around Carson’s dick.
A delighted cry tore out of her throat when Garrett worked another finger into her pussy. He slid those two long fingers in and out of her, so hard and deep that she almost bit down on Carson, who obviously sensed her inability to multitask and gently pulled her up.
She found herself sprawled over Carson’s rippled chest, her breasts pressed against his defined pecs, while her ass jutted out to accommodate Garrett’s talented fingers.
Carson pinched her nipples, rolling the rigid peaks with his fingers. He smiled when she let out a soft sigh, then tugged on her hair and angled her head so they were at eye-level, so he could brush his warm lips over hers. His tongue slid into her mouth, dueling with hers, stealing the breath right out of her lungs. Her body was overcome with sensation—Garrett’s fingers inside her, Carson’s hands squeezing and playing with her breasts, the hot tongue inside her mouth and the cock twitching against her belly.
“Do you like having John finger you while my tongue is in your mouth?” Carson whispered against her lips.
“Yes,” she squeezed out.
“I’m going crazy here,” he added, his features creased with pure hunger. He grasped one of her hands and dragged it down to his cock, urging her to jerk him off.
Garrett’s husky voice drifted from behind. “Will you come if I keep doing this, baby?” He added a third finger into the mix then began stroking her clit with his thumb.
“Eventually,” she managed to utter, her mind spinning from the tornado of pleasure assaulting her body.
“Eventually?” Garrett made a tsk-tsk sound. “Can’t have that. We want you to come now, don’t we, Carson?”
“Oh yeah.”
Garrett pulled his fingers out and she almost wept with disappointment. A second later she was weeping with delight, because suddenly she was on her back and Garrett’s head was between her legs. His warm mouth covered her pussy, his tongue flicked over 30
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her clit and…oh yes…his fingers were back too. The pleasure was so intense she could barely keep her eyes open, let alone stroke Carson, who’d shifted and was now lying next to her. He didn’t seem to mind that her hand had stopped moving. Instead, he just pushed that hand away and lowered his mouth to her breast.
“Come on, Shelby,” Carson murmured. “I want to see you lose control.”
Within moments he got his wish, because it was pretty darn hard not to lose control when these two men were driving her mad with their tongues. With Carson sucking on her aching nipples and Garrett licking the hell out of her, Shelby exploded. Her orgasm seized her body in a rush of blinding pleasure that had her crying out uncontrollably. The room spun, the mattress sagged, the air became too thick to breathe as she shuddered on the bed from ecstasy she’d never even thought possible.
She whimpered, trying to wiggle away from Garrett’s unwavering tongue but he gripped her hips with his hands and kept her in place. Continued to finger her and suck on her clit until the world tilted again and a surprising second orgasm tore through her.
Oh God.
When the waves of release finally ebbed, she could barely move. She heard the sound of Carson’s soft chuckle against her breasts, Garrett’s ragged breaths against her pussy, and wondered if it was supposed to feel this good. God, why hadn’t anyone ever told her how good it would feel to have two men make her come?
“You okay?” Garrett asked with a touch of humor in his voice. He lifted his head from her thighs and sat up, lightly stroking her stomach.
“I’m…great.” She blinked herself out of her orgasmic trance, noticing that he still had his cargo pants on. “Take those off already,” she complained.
Without addressing her grievance, he pulled a condom out of one of the many pockets lining his pants. Flicking the square packet at his friend, Garrett said, “I’ve only got one.”
A tiny pretzel of disappointment knotted in her belly. As appealing as she found Carson, he wouldn’t have been her first choice as the winner of the one-condom raffle.
But she didn’t voice her frustration, not wanting to shatter any macho egos here.
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