Read Moonlight Menage for Free Online Page B

the sweats to her feet.
    He was pretty damn sure she wasn’t wearing underwear.
    His cock pulsed, the tip wet with pre-cum.
    She didn’t say anything else and he was afraid to break the silence, break the spell.
    Afraid she’d walk away.
    She didn’t. Reaching for his shoulders, she settled one knee on either side of his hips then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and settled her body against his. His arms bound her to him, bringing her even closer and trapping his cock between them.
    It wouldn’t take more than a repositioning of his hips to have his cock poised at her entrance but he was afraid to take any decision out of her hands. He had to know she wanted this as much as he did.
    And gods damn, did he want her.
    When her mouth settled over his and pressed his lips open so she could flick her tongue against his, he groaned and any chance at control blew apart at her taste.
    Sweet, sexy. Forbidden for so long.
    And now she was naked in his arms.
    She kissed him for what seemed like hours, her mouth moving over his, unhurried at first but with a rapidly increasing sense of urgency. He sucked on her tongue, nipped at her lips. Her hands tugged and pulled at his hair, tiny frissons of pain zipping from his scalp down his back to his balls. Her fingers wrapped around the strands as if to stop him from getting away.
    The hell if he was going anywhere. They’d have to pry her out of his arms by force. The fact that there were five other people in the house was a nagging fact in the back of his brain but easy enough to ignore.
    Especially with Tira’s hard nipples poking into his chest and her soft breasts filling his hands. He caressed her gently at first then harder as she pushed herself more fully into his palms.
    He’d dreamed about touching her for so long that now that he had her, he wanted to spend hours on each inch of her skin. Her breasts felt like silk in his hands and each time he squeezed her, she moaned and arched closer.
    His lungs working harder for each breath, Duke let one hand skim to her back then down to her ass, cupping the soft mound.
    Tira’s body made him want to worship her. She was all woman, soft and rounded. All curves, no hard edges. The only sharp bit of her was her tongue, which could wound at twenty paces.
    He should know. He’d been on the receiving end of her barbs for years. With good reason. He’d been an ass, trying to keep her at arm’s length.
    But now, with her tongue flicking at his, playing with him, he couldn’t seem to get her close enough.
    He almost didn’t notice the gentle motion of her hips as she rubbed her mound against his cock because he was so caught up in her taste. But when she gasped into his mouth as her clit connected with the wet tip, his hands grabbed for her waist, lifting her onto her knees.
    He reached between her legs and stroked his finger through her sleek, wet lips, eliciting a moan from her that made his balls tighten in anticipation. She sounded hungry and a little desperate.
    He understood the desperation. He felt the exact same way.
    Especially when one hand released his hair to trail down his chest, her nails scratching erotically the entire way.
    As he played his finger between her legs, teasing her clit with soft touches, she blazed a trail of fire. She tweaked his nipple between her thumb and forefinger before continuing to scratch her way down his abdomen to just above his cock.
    Breaking away from his lips, she leaned back and dropped her gaze to where she slipped her hand around his erection. He fought to keep his eyes open so he could watch as well. He saw the narrow slit of her eyes, saw her parted lips as she struggled to draw in breath.
    But it was the movement of her hand on his shaft that forced a groan from him. She started pumping slow and easy, her grip loose. If it’d been anyone else, the friction would have been barely enough to make him hard. Since it was Tira, he was ready to come in her hand.
    He fought back the urge