Perfect Pitch – Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott
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The second Ethan pulled out of the spot, Luc pounced.
His mouth came down on hers hard, and he gripped her upper thigh to haul her closer. She gave back as good as she got, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, grabbing a handful of his hair. Her long-ass legs wrapped around his waist and he bent over her on the seat, getting her on her back even if it was more than a little awkward considering the space and the fact that Ethan was taking the corners at approximately seventy miles an hour.
“Goddammit,” Ethan muttered from the front, tilting the rearview mirror all the way down. “You better let me see exactly what you’re doing back there.” He waited a beat. “Or you can tell me.”
“Right now?” Luc slid his hand under her skirt and between her damp thighs, groaning as his fingertips brushed her swollen slit. “I’m touching the hottest, wettest pussy in the freaking universe.”
She fisted her hands in his hair and instead of bringing him to her mouth, pushed him down. All the way down until he was shoving her skirt out of the way to get to the heart of her, to taste what he’d sampled at the table in the diner. Now he’d get to sip from the source.
He stroked his tongue over her, holding her thighs wide open. She was already quivering, her body like the strings of a guitar. Tight and waiting to be plucked.
Streetlights flashed over her face before plunging them into darkness again. The car rocked from side to side as he fought to make enough room to thoroughly eat her out. The sweet smell of her…
Jesus, he was gonna be dead before they made it to Ethan’s.
“Now he’s licking me,” she whispered, the words barely audible.
Luc rubbed his thumb over her tight clit and she bowed up, scrabbling the leather with her nails. Ethan squealed the brakes as he shot into another parking lot, this one covered.
“How? What’s he doing?” Ethan slammed on the brakes as he took a corner, sending the car into a fishtail that didn’t stop Luc from sucking on her swollen flesh.
Goddamn, she was burning up. Her soaked pussy sucked at his tongue as he speared it inside her, thrusting in and out as he cupped her ass and lifted her off the seat. One of her legs wound around his body and the other bounced beneath him, her ragged breaths all he could hear other than the occasional screech of the tires as Ethan searched for a spot.
Up a level. And another. The climb was endless. Beneath him, Molly writhed wildly, her hips incapable of staying still. The taut muscles of her ass flexing in his hands as he squeezed and flicked and sucked.
“Tongue,” she panted, banging her head against the window as she fumbled above her for the oh shit handle. She was sort of half laid out and half propped against the door, and her tits bounced with every jerk of the vehicle. Diamond-hard nipples poked obscenely through her tank and he couldn’t keep from touching. He balanced as much of her generous ass as he could in his palm and grasped her breast with the other hand, thumbing her nipple roughly while he circled her clit over and over with his mouth. “He’s sucking on my pussy. I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet.” Luc turned his head and scraped his teeth over the inside of her thigh, tasting her need there too. He wanted to drown in her.
Shifting her upward on the seat so she was sitting up more—and so Ethan could get a better look with the rearview—he licked his fingers and thrust one inside her. She cried out.
“Pull down your shirt,” he demanded, punctuating each word with the movement of his finger. Then a second finger. Her body clasped him, her swollen flesh greedy. “Show us your pretty tits.”
She fumbled with her tank, pulling it down beneath her bra. She shoved the cups down too and then her breasts sprung free, those rosy tips way too much of a distraction. Still finger-fucking her, he leaned up to capture one between his teeth, smiling around her nipple as Ethan growled in the front seat.
He’d effectively blocked his view. Oops.
he car careened into a space, but Luc wasn’t through. He twisted his fingers inside her, adding another layer of friction and drew her nipple deeper into his mouth. Almost carelessly, he rubbed his calloused thumb over her clit.
And she went off.
Her body shook under his, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to haul in air. Her contractions around him made him curse and rub her clit that much harder, desperate to make them continue.
He just never expected the back door to open and for Ethan to shove him out of the way.
His target wasn’t her pussy or her exposed tits. No, he went for her mouth, kissing her in a way that left her reaching up for him weakly, her nails streaking along his scalp as Luc kept up the pressure between her legs.
“Can’t. Oh God, not again. We’re outside—”
Ethan lowered his mouth to her other breast, tugging on her nipple again and again with noisy little wet pops of flesh. He reached down between her legs, his broad thumb brushing her clit while Luc kept his fingers pumping in and out. Luc moved down again, swearing at the creak in his knees and the worse one in his neck. Didn’t matter. He licked her over and over, his tongue sliding over her slick skin and Ethan’s knuckles. The other man made a sound between a grunt and a groan, but Luc didn’t stop.
Playing With Forever – Amy Andrews
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He spun her around and yanked the dress down, leaving it to pool around her ankles, a lace thong the only thing between her and naked.
“Fuck.” His breath hissed out at the sight of her bare breasts, the two pale triangles of flesh glowing like a torch in the subdued light. His gaze locked on the slight swing of them and Juliet’s gut clenched.
So did her sex.
He swooped down, his mouth opening over a nipple and Juliet almost screamed it felt so good. Hot and wet, the suction almost brutal. His hand squeezed the other breast and she arched into it, his fingers pinching the diamond hard tip.
It hurt. It hurt so freaking good.
“This what you want, huh?” He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body. “Me using you like this?”
His head lowered to her other breast, replacing the pinching with suction, soothing the stinging tip as his fingers tortured the other.
Yes. This. Them using each other. That was what she wanted. What the hell was wrong with that?
“Fuck you,” she panted, her left hand ploughing into his hair, her fingers twisting hard.
He didn’t even flinch and that just made her madder.
She shoved his jacket off his shoulders, pushing it half way down his arms, deliberately restricting the movement of his hands. But his mouth was still free. Free to lick and nip and suck, relentless on her breasts, ravaging them until she thought she might just die from the flood of pleasure and the tiny daggers of pain as he grazed his teeth against the sensitive tips.
She groped in his back pocket for his wallet, pulled it out and quickly located the condom he always stashed there. Blindly, she reached for his fly, not bothering with buttons or press studs, not caring whether his trousers were on or off, just needing access to his cock.
She found the metal tab and reefed it down. He grunted at the noise then groaned as she quickly freed his dick from his underwear. Her nipple slipped from his mouth, his forehead pressed to her chest.
He was smooth and big and lethal and hers and Juliet’s heart sped faster at the thought of him being inside her. “This is what I want.” She ripped the condom open and groped between them, fumbling. A guttural noise of triumph escaped when she finally managed to sheath him.
“Now –” Her hands slid to his hips. “Fuck me, damn it.”
He didn’t need to be told, his hands trapped at her hips, were already rolling her underwear down, pushing the itty bitty thong as far as he could reach before sliding the hard, thick length of his cock through the slickness between her legs.
He notched himself at her entrance and Juliet lifted her leg, gripping his hip with her inner thigh. “Ryder.” She panted into his neck in frustration, rutting against him as he held still, trying to wiggle herself on to him. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst through her chest. “Do it, damn it.”
He did it. Flexed his hips and in one quick thrust, ploughed straight in to the hilt. He groaned and she gasped, her head rocking back against the wall. “Yesss.”
It was perfect. Just right. Just what the raging, frothing she-demon inside her needed. The demon that had driven the stupid argument between them and nothing short of his possession was going to drive her out. Revenge sex had taught Juliet that it wasn’t possible to screw the angry out, but if anyone could, it was Ryder.
She moved restlessly against him as he held himself high inside her. “Again,” she demanded. “More.”
“Christ.” His breath was hot on her neck. “You’re so fucking bossy.”
But he gave her more, his hands clamping hard on her hips, locking them into position, using them for purchase as he pulled out and slammed into her again.
And again. And Again. Over and over.
His hips bucked with precision, like a machine, pistoning in and out, ramming his cock right to the hilt, her entire body jerking with every thrust.
He didn’t try to kiss her. She probably would have bitten him if he had. This wasn’t nice sex. It wasn’t considerate. This wasn’t the kind of sex lovers had. It was two angry people trying to fuck each other into submission.
And she’d never been more turned on in her life.
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