FrenchQuarter.htm by Alexander Lacey (good fiction books to read TXT) 📗

over incredibly soft skin. Jack kneeled, concentrating on her round hips, her narrow waist and slender stomach, her lovely pussy. He glanced up to see Ty rake his sponge across her breasts, her taut nipples peeking through the bubbles.

Jack could have taken his time washing her forever, exploring her every curve with quiet fascination, but he could tell from the way she bit her lip that she was getting excited and maybe even a little impatient, and he reminded himself that tonight was about sharing her, and delivering her to ultimate ecstasy. So, reaching for the handheld shower head, he began to rinse the soap from her naked body. “Damn, darlin’, you look good wet,” he rasped, studying the details of her shape as he washed the suds away. He focused his gaze on little things—her small, sexy navel, the swell of her hip, the curve of her shoulder, the slight sway of her breasts.

“I want to take you both to bed now,” she said, her voice low but potent.

He raised his admiring eyes to hers. “Now who’s impatient?” he teased.

She smiled playfully, as if acknowledging that she had that coming.

But Jack wasn’t inclined to make her suffer—no, this was her night for pleasure. So he reached behind him to turn off the water, and then grabbed the towels.

A few minutes later, she lay in the middle of his bed, Jack and Ty sandwiching her in-between.

His heartbeat took on the rhythm of a freight train just watching her turn to draw Ty into a passionate kiss. There was something indelibly arousing about her knowledge that he was there, watching, just like at Club Venus when she’d gotten those hot, sexy lap dances. He knew she sought her own sensual delights from it all, and he loved that—but he also knew it was almost like a gift she was giving him, an analogy which certainly fit this particular liaison. He’d told her of his old, never-fulfilled fantasy, and twenty-four hours later, here she was, letting him live it.

Pulling up close behind her, he wrapped one arm around her to caress her lovely breasts while she made out with Ty. He nestled his hard cock in the warm valley of her ass and kissed her shoulders, her back. Ty explored her body, too—his hands roaming her curves, passing over Jack’s hands a time or two and bringing home once more the exciting reality that they were sharing a woman. To his surprise, even Ty’s touch felt electric in this circumstance—the awareness hardening Jack’s shaft still more as he rubbed it against her sweet ass.

After a time, Liz rolled, turning into his arms. “Want to kiss you now,” she murmured and he lowered his mouth over sweetly swollen rose-colored lips. Her kiss was erotic, curious, seeking—it said she wanted more of this raw, carnal experience.

He kissed her with all the passion inside him as he caressed her large, round breasts in his hands, and again, Ty’s fingers passed over his as he explored her. Finally, Jack eased down her body, kissing each pretty nipple and her lovely, soft stomach, working his way to where he could part her legs. She rolled on her back to let him and he shifted his gaze to Ty. “Come down here with me and take a look at this jolie pussy.”

Ty slid down the bed until they were side by side between Liz’s widespread thighs, studying her naked flesh.

“Have you ever seen a sweeter sight?” he asked his bon ami.

Ty looked near to drooling. “It’s fucking beautiful.”

“I know,” Jack said, his body aching with the intensity of sharing this most private part of her with Ty. He could barely breathe as he reached out both hands to gently part her flesh, revealing the wet pink center.

“Damn,” Ty uttered as a little fluid trickled from her opening.

“Lick it up,” Jack said on impulse.

Ty followed the command, bending to rake his tongue thoroughly over the parted lips of her cunt. He paused afterward, as if awaiting further instruction, and when Jack didn’t give any, Ty began lapping at her pink expanse with big, wide strokes of his tongue that made her breath come hard. Jack glanced up to see her watching them over her breasts, which she molded and squeezed in her slender hands.

“That’s right,” Jack murmured. “Lick her pussy. Lick up all that sweet juice.”

Ty worked diligently at his task, although he concentrated his efforts on her opening, not her clit—and that was how Jack wanted it. He didn’t want her to come again for a while; now that she’d shown him just how good stretching things out could be, he wanted to turn the tables on her.

Yet just the same, that hot clit of hers called to him. It looked practically erect, standing at attention at the top of her cunt. He decided to give her just a little attention there—not enough to get her off, but enough to keep her on edge.

As Ty’s busy tongue worked below, Jack raked his own over her stiff little knob. She let out a loud whimper and arched herself toward their mouths. Jack closed his lips over her clit and sucked gently. His beautiful chere practically howled with pleasure, reminding him once more that he wanted to stretch this out, prolonging her delights. He drew his mouth back and delivered one more tiny lick across her swollen nub—only this time his tongue met Ty’s.

An unexpected ribbon of shock and something more rippled through him. They both went still, their faces close together over her wide open mound. Fuck, what was that?

His eyes were closed as he licked her clit again—and once more his tongue collided gently with Ty’s as his friend licked upward on her.

This time Jack didn’t stop, didn’t examine, just resumed licking her. Licking her and letting the tip of his tongue meet up against Ty’s at the end of each stroke. Strange, searing pleasure. Something he didn’t want to feel, but there it was—the sensation that both