Love Under Two Financiers by Cara Covington (best free e reader .txt) 📗

“You’re so damn wet for us,” he said.

“Is that good?”

“Fuck, yeah. Nothing is better for a man than seeing the proof of his woman’s need for him.”

And then she cried out as he settled his mouth on her cunt.

Lips, tongue, teeth all worked together, feasting, drinking, sending her arousal into the stratosphere. She stretched her arm down, the fingers of her right hand just barely able to comb through, to grasp Jason’s hair.

Unable to deny the instincts racing through her, she pushed her pussy into Jason’s face. Her throat worked, and her lover’s intimate kiss pulled sounds from her soul, sounds that fueled her desperate need.

Phillip used a finger to gently turn her head toward him. Leesa needed to kiss him, and it was as if he’d read her mind. His mouth took hers, and his flavor, the heat of his possession, proved to be the missing piece when she hadn’t known there was one.

He covered a breast with his hand and began to gently, firmly pinch and tug on her nipple.

Then Leesa felt fingers stroke the lips of her pussy and gently ease in. They moved, those strong male digits, as if on a mission.

Jason stroked, Phillip tugged, and Leesa felt it, the rolling fiery ball of electricity as it raced toward her.

Jason’s fingers hit something inside her, and she jerked, a strangled mewl coming from her throat. Jason chuckled then sucked her clit into his mouth, and she burst into flames.

She broke her kiss with Phillip, her inner scream needing to escape. Wave after wave of pleasure, of pure, sweet, sexy excitement washed through her, over her, drowning her in sensation. Her entire body shook with the force of it, and she wondered, absently, if she would die here and now…and immediately dismissed the worry. It would be worth it.

Then the thrill of ecstasy overcame her ability to think, and Leesa let go, let the soaring sensations take her beyond herself, outside of her next breath.

“Holy fuck.” Phillip’s curse, whispered in a tone of awe, slowly registered.

Movement on the bed. A drawer opened.

Then Jason moved, and she opened her eyes in time to see him slide a condom onto his very yummy-looking cock. He definitely shook with the effort, but Leesa knew that shaking wasn’t nerves. It was need.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, she opened her arms to him. He grinned, his wet smile letting her know what she offered was what he craved. His weight pressed her into the mattress, an unexpectedly wondrous feeling.

His condom-covered cock nudged her labia. She could feel his full body tremble and knew how much he needed her. Yet, he progressed slowly, gently, but inexorably as he rocked his hips and began his penetration.

“Oh, Jason. That feels…” She finished her sentence with a roll of her hips.

“Yeah, it does.”

The scent of her nectar, a part of her that coated his face, drew her. Never could she have imagined wanting this, but she stretched up and kissed him, her mouth wide. She tasted them both, and the flavor went straight to her clit. Jason wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. Then he took over their kiss, giving her their flavor as he began to thrust.

He plundered, and she helped, because the friction of his cock entering her, over and over, made everything right and splendid.

The shivers and quivers and thrusts melded into one action, one hell of a sexy sauce, and Leesa let the thinking part of her rest. She moved and she clutched and she strove. He lifted his mouth from hers, and repositioned his hips, changing his angle slightly. Leesa held him tighter and bathed Jason’s neck with tiny mews.

“Oh, Leesa, yes!”

She felt him stiffen, in her arms and in her pussy. The strength of his cock’s convulsion within her, and the added heat of his ejaculate in the condom that now pressed against her cervix as he emptied himself deep inside her, sent her over the top once more.

Her orgasm, deeper than the last, deeper and more all-consuming, clutched her tight and held her as wave after wave of throbbing thrills cascaded over her entire body. She held Jason close, as he held her, and together, they quivered and shivered and soared, the shared climax binding them, fusing them, but not them alone.

Leesa felt Phillip there, beside them, felt his sense of wonder and joy, and knew, in a way that defied logic, that he’d felt their rapture and now joined in their satiation.

* * * *

I damn near came myself, just watching them.

Pure joy blossomed deep inside Phillip. What he’d suspected about himself a couple of years before, as his father had related their family history and the story of Lusty Texas—the same story, his dad had sworn, that his own father had told him—had just been proven in absolute, stark terms.

Phillip Benedict was meant to share his wife with his best friend.

It was going to be the hardest thing to not speak that thought aloud. It was too soon for either Leesa or Jason to mention a lifetime together. But that was all right. Phillip could be patient now that he knew what he’d pined for was possible.

From their conversations about Leesa before that day a couple weeks ago, when she’d shown up on their front porch, Jason had acknowledged his attraction and a pull to see if this lifestyle would fill some of his needs, too. J. Coop had confessed he’d felt incomplete and that secretly he, too, had wondered.

Now, his best friend sighed and raised himself just slightly. His face looked peaceful, satisfied as he smiled down at Leesa. Then his gaze met Phillip’s.

He looks like a man whose eyes have finally been opened.

Phillip was so happy he thought he’d burst. Jason looked down at Leesa again. He bent low and kissed her. “I think Phillip needs you, sweetheart.”

Leesa looked over at him. It pleased him more than he could say that