Page 23 of The Handy Men
Dean's mouth made loud sucking sounds as he bobbed his head faster on Jack's cock.
Paige's throat was dry. Her nipples were painfully hard, and her thighs were damp with need. She was going to start whimpering in a moment. If she thought it was fantastic watching them in the pavilion, having them up close and personal in her living room was a dream come true.
Dean wiggled out of his pants so he was naked.
A little moan did escape her this time, and Dean made a growling noise in his throat.
"You like what you see?" Jack asked huskily.
Paige nodded.
"Why don't you come closer?” He crooked his finger at her.
Without another thought, she moved around the ottoman. Jack's hips twitched up to meet Dean's mouth.
"Lose the shirt," Jack said gruffly. "And the bra."
Paige's breath caught in her throat, but she did what he said. She cupped her breasts in her hands. They felt heavy, and her nipples were taut and aching to be played with.
Jack's eyes half closed. "Come here," he invited huskily.
She moved closer, and he tugged her the rest of the way. His kiss was fierce and rough, with no hint of Dean's playful teasing, but she didn't care because Jack’s hands were busy on her breasts. Sharp pleasure hit her clit. He tasted like wine and her head spun as if she’d drunk an entire bottle.
"Let me suck on them," Jack said, and kissed down to her chest.
"Yes." She sighed shakily.
Thumbing one of her nipples, he caught the other and sucked hard enough that she cried out. It had been so long, and it felt so damned good.
Dean started to come off Jack's cock to say something, but Jack pushed his head down and kept him there. Paige covered his hand on Dean’s head and shuddered as desire hit her low. She watched Dean pleasure Jack while Jack grazed his teeth against her nipple.
“Yeah,” she moaned when he went to the other one and gave it equal treatment. Jack hit every pleasure button she had. She was lit up like a pinball machine.
She looked down as Jack fucked Dean's mouth with savage thrusts of his hips. Jack tightened the suction on her nipples with each thrust until she was panting, then he let go of Dean's head and reached up to pull her mouth back to his.
Sucking on his tongue, Paige tried to mimic what Dean was doing on his cock, and Jack roared into her mouth when he came. His body shook against hers while his mouth ravaged her lips. Her wet nipples dragged against his chest when she lost her balance and sagged against him.
"God, that was good," he muttered, kissing her sweetly a few times before stretching.
She blinked at how aroused they all still were. Jack looked like he didn't want to move, and Dean looked like he would pounce on her next.
"I forfeit that game," Dean said.
"Me, too," Paige replied.
"I win." Jack pumped his fist.
"We all do," Dean said, and lunged for Paige.
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Flat on the floor, with Dean pressed against her, Paige's shorts were tugged off by two sets of hands. Before she could even think, Dean’s fingers plunged inside her. Paige's hips came off the floor and she sucked all the air out of the room. Pressed against him, she cried out as his fingers strummed her clit. She tasted Jack on him when he kissed her and clamped her legs together at the erotic taste. Dimly, she was aware Jack was stripping of his own pants and underwear as well.
Dean had reduced her to humping his hand. It wasn't enough. Paige wanted more, needed more. The wildness rose in her until she would have rolled Dean over and ridden him, but he held her down. Jack spread her legs wide and tongued her clit while Dean fucked her with his fingers.
Jack's flickering tongue and the relentless push of Dean's fingers brought her to the edge and her orgasm crashed over her, leaving her back arched and her legs shaking. What the fuck had just happened? But her wildest fantasies were blown away when Dean left her pussy to Jack while he took her mouth in another soul-drugging kiss.
Still shaking from the after effects of the first orgasm, she could only cry out and tremble when Jack buried his face inside her. He draped her thighs over his shoulder and flicked his tongue over her throbbing bud.
