Stephanie Julian - No Reservations

“Now he’s old enough to know that this is a hell of a lot more fun,” Tyler’s voice whispered against her skin, and the lust roared back with a vengeance.

Her eyes closed, shutting out the brilliant colors as Tyler began to move again. Slow enough to be considered torture.

When Greg’s lips covered hers, she was ready for him. Ready for the shock of the different. The forbidden.

Ready for it to burn her to the core.

Tyler knew surrender when he saw it.

It was in the fall of Kate’s hair down her back as she lifted her face to Greg’s. In the arm she curved around her back to reach for him.

When she flattened her hand on his ass and pulled him tighter against her, he knew he didn’t have to wait any longer.

The tight fit of her thighs around his cock felt great, but he’d feel even better when he pushed inside her. She was so wet, so hot.

Mine.

He retreated one more time, her thighs clenching around him as if to hold him there, squeezing the tip of his cock.

When he pulled free with a groan, he took a moment to watch her kiss Greg.

She was lost in the sensuality of the moment and he knew exactly how that felt. Like he was coming apart from the inside out. Like the heat roaring through his blood would make him explode.

When he did, he wanted to be buried inside her.

Moving his hands to her thighs, he gripped the sleek muscles just below her ass and spread her legs to make a place for himself between them. She gripped him tighter, her nails digging into the skin. The slight burn made him grin and bend forward to press his lips to her shoulder.

He felt a shudder move through her body and couldn’t resist the temptation to bite her. Just hard enough to leave a slight red mark.

And make her moan.

Pulling away from Greg, she tried to turn, but Tyler held her in place.

“Lean forward, sweetheart.” His voice sounded rough, almost gritty. “Don’t worry. Greg won’t let you fall.”

When she didn’t move right away, he put a hand in the center of her back and guided her down. Greg had already moved to accommodate the shift in position, putting his cock in reach of her mouth. Tyler didn’t know if she realized that Greg wouldn’t take advantage.

Despite his Hollywood playboy reputation, Greg had an old-fashioned sense of honor that Tyler had only ever seen surface in the bedroom.

Greg wouldn’t even hint at having Kate suck him off unless she made the first move.

Tyler had no such compunction.

With the head of his cock lodged at the slick entrance to her body, he stopped and pressed his lips to her ear. “Go ahead. Suck him, Kate. You know you want to, and I want to watch you. I know there’s nothing as good as being in your mouth and I know you enjoy it. And that’s all this is about tonight. Pleasure.”

She didn’t respond immediately but he knew she was thinking about what he’d said. And what he hadn’t. That nothing she did here would affect the way he felt about her.

And he knew it wouldn’t be long before he made his feelings clear on that point.

But now wasn’t the time.

“Go on. Take what you want. No fear. No reservations.”

“Will you give me what I want?”

His cock bucked at the husky tone of her voice, and he saw Greg’s hands tighten on her shoulders.

“Absolutely.”

“Then fuck me, Tyler. Now.”

He pulled her back with a jerk, impaling her on his sheathed cock in one smooth glide.

The guttural sound she emitted made his balls tighten in a breath-stealing rush.

And when she clamped around him with the tight grip of a fist, he had to stop and hold back on his immediate need to thrust.

If he did, he’d come in seconds. He’d lose himself in her and deprive her of the feeling of being fucked while she pleasured another man.

Her body stiffened as he sank deep, but only for a second. Then she wriggled her ass against him as she craned her head forward and took Greg into her mouth.

He heard Greg’s indrawn breath and the sharp profanity that followed, and forced himself not to move so he could absorb the feel of her and watch her explore her own sexuality.

She moved tentatively at first, as if she was afraid to hurt Greg. But as she became more confident, gave into the sensuality she held too close inside sometimes, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He started to move. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly, because what he really wanted to do was rush. Pound against her and pour himself into her.

Selfish. Can’t be selfish.

But it was so hard when he saw the picture she made. Her skin glowed in the low light, contrasting with the darkness of his thighs pressed against her ass. The silky mass of her hair slid against her slim back and fell over her shoulders. He didn’t know how Greg resisted rubbing that hair against his stomach.

From this angle, he could see only the side of her face, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked Greg’s cock.

Greg’s eyes were closed, his expression tight with lust. From the looks of him, he wouldn’t last long.

Tyler knew he wouldn’t. Kate had that effect on him.

His pace increased without conscious thought, his hips driving him deeper on each forward thrust.

She clenched more tightly around him with each thrust, taking Greg deeper each time she moved on him.

Tyler knew how that mouth felt around his dick, the way she licked and sucked as if she was enjoying some amazing treat. Knew the control Greg was exerting not to hold her steady and take over.

A soul-deep urge to give her anything and everything she wanted made him work his straining erection even deeper inside her. He heard her breath hitch when he hit a certain spot inside and he made sure he scraped the head of his cock there every chance he got.

He knew when she reached her breaking point. With a gasp, she pulled away from Greg, both hands reaching behind her to grab at him.

Greg didn’t let her fall, even though he had to be aching for release. He held her up as she moaned out Tyler’s name and clamped around his cock.

The intensity of his orgasm blinded him as she came in waves of rippling pleasure that dragged him down with her.

After several moments where the only sound was heavy breathing, Kate felt Tyler pull out.

Her oversensitized body protested by clenching around him, which set off another wave of pleasure.

When Tyler wrapped his arms around her and took them both down to the chaise, she found herself trying to catch her breath and fight out of the lethargy that wanted to steal all rational thought.

“Next time,” Tyler’s voice rasped in her ear, “I’m taking your ass while Greg fucks you.”

Oh, my God.

Her body responded to the roughness in his tone with a renewed burst of lust, so fiery in its intensity she felt scorched.

“Tyler—”

“Don’t say you haven’t thought about it.”

With Tyler wrapped around her back, she could only stare forward. Straight at Greg, who’d retreated back to his chair.

He’d hiked up his pants but hadn’t replaced his shirt. His head rested against the back cushion, his gaze on hers.

He didn’t look ruffled at all, while she felt . . . on fire.

Until she noticed the still-rapid rise and fall of his chest. And the glitter of his eyes.

He didn’t come.

Was that her fault? Had she not done something right?

Or was he simply biding his time?

She hoped to hell it was the latter explanation. Because she so much wanted to experience everything Tyler wanted to give her.

Including, apparently, Greg.

“Kate, are you okay?”

She didn’t scold him for asking the question. Not this time.