Elle Kennedy
Carson easily caught the condom that had been thrown to him and then uttered words that had her disappointment dissolving into delight. “There’s a couple in my wallet.
Think my pants are somewhere in the living room.” He grinned at Shelby as if to remind her she’d been the one to dispose of those pants.
“I’ll grab ’em,” Garrett said, then disappeared out the door.
Shelby stared after him, admiring the way his pants hugged his sexy ass. The moment of admiration was brief, though, because the next thing she knew Carson was covering her body with his.
He kissed her, and gone were those lazy kisses he’d been giving her when Garrett had been sucking on her clit. Carson’s tongue filled her mouth and then he drove his cock into her without warning.
That first thrust stole the breath out of her lungs. A small moan found its way out of her mouth, reverberating against Carson’s greedy tongue.
“God, Shelby, you’re so tight,” he muttered.
His rough, erratic pace drove her wild and she arched her hips to take him in deeper.
God, this felt fantastic. Was it wrong that it was this damn fantastic? She’d been lusting after Garrett for so long that the way her body responded to Carson Scott almost felt like a betrayal.
But Garrett didn’t seem betrayed as he walked back into the bedroom. He paused in the doorway for a second, watching as Carson fucked her, and then finally, finally, Shelby saw him start to unbutton his pants.
She tore her mouth away from Carson and watched as Garrett approached the bed again, pulling down his zipper as he walked. She couldn’t unglue her gaze from him, mesmerized by each small movement. His hands pushing his pants down. His fingers on the waistband of his black boxer briefs.
Watching her watch him, he slowly removed the boxers, smiling faintly when her eyes widened. His cock jutted out, long and thick and rock hard. Bigger than the cock currently pumping inside her.
“Like what you see?” Garrett asked gruffly.
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Heat of the Moment
She managed a nod, her mouth too dry for her to speak. Then she moaned, because Carson had slowed his pace and was teasing her body with deep, leisurely thrusts the way the sight of Garrett’s erection teased her eyes.
Garrett moved closer to the bed, his dark eyes so unbelievably intense that Shelby felt the first swells of orgasm flutter to the surface. She sucked in her breath, her inner muscles clamping over Carson’s cock. She was seconds away from losing control again, and Garrett obviously knew it because in the blink of an eye he was on the bed, kneeling in front of her and parting her lips with his erection. His tip slid into her mouth and the masculine taste of him was all it took.
Shelby exploded again.
“Jesus,” Carson groaned. “Keep squeezing my cock like that…yeah, Shel…just like that.”
She couldn’t seem to stop moaning, the sounds muffled against Garrett’s dick. As shockwaves of pleasure rocketed through her body, she lapped at him with her tongue, his husky groan only heightening each wave of her orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Carson hissed, his fingers curling tightly over her hips.
She opened her eyes in time to see his features grow taut, his eyes glaze over with sheer bliss. Carson pushed into her, once, twice, his thrusts erratic, and then he exploded too.
She felt him shudder from the climax and she had to pull her mouth away from Garrett’s cock in order to smile. She’d driven guys to climax before, but Carson’s orgasm brought her to a level of satisfaction she’d never experienced. He’d doubted her sexual abilities when he’d called her vanilla, and she wanted to shout out from the rooftops that the freckle-faced good girl had just made Doubting Carson come. And come hard. The ragged breaths rolling out of his chest were enough to widen her smile into a full-blown grin.
“You okay?” she teased, tracing his strong jaw line with her fingers.
He stared down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Oh yeah. That was…amazing.”
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Elle Kennedy
She was still smiling as Carson slowly withdrew and stumbled off the bed. He rolled off the condom with one hand and shot her an unbelievably satisfied look before ambling into the bathroom.
And then she was alone with Garrett. Whose cock was still inches from her mouth.
Whose eyes were still glimmering with raw hunger.
She arched one brow at him before leaning closer and flicking her tongue against his cock. He groaned when she sucked the drop of pre-come from his tip. Tangled his fingers in her hair and tried to pull her even closer.
She quickly leaned back, enjoying the disappointment she saw flashing in his dark eyes.
“So Carson gets to have all the fun?” he grumbled.
She responded with a soft laugh. “Actually, Carson was just my warm-up.” Again, that throaty voice slipped out of her mouth as if it belonged to her. “Now I’m really getting started.”
“Oh really?”