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“Christ, how did I get so lucky?”
    She
leaned over to kiss him again, holding him deep inside her. When the kiss ended
he looked into her eyes.
    “Turn
around.”
    She
frowned, not understanding.
    He
trailed his fingertips from her shoulder down to her breast to tap her nipple. “Face
Zach.”
    Surprise
at the request froze her for a minute, and she no longer felt all the delicious
sensations from before. Her first instinct was to say no. Turning, opening
herself up to Zach, would make her too vulnerable, and would put distance
between her and Ethan. Ethan sat up, still inside her, and folded his arms
around her, smoothing his hands down her back as he kissed her, holding her
against his chest.
    “Face
him.” His fingertips played above the cleft of her ass as he glided his mouth
over her jaw. “I want to touch you, Jill.”
    She
shivered at his words, and at the brush of his finger just above her ass. She
lifted her head to look into his eyes, saw a dark desire there that made her
nipples ache, and she rose off him. As she stood, Zach’s hands rested on her
hips, steadying her. Ethan’s gaze flicked to the brief embrace, and his jaw
tightened, but she didn’t know what it meant. He turned her around so that she
straddled his lap, facing the second bed, her pussy open to Zach as Ethan
guided his cock back to her channel.
    Zach’s
rhythm increased, his hand pumping up and down his swollen shaft, his gaze
riveted to her cunt as hers was riveted to his dick. The desire to lean forward
and kiss it was surprisingly strong. What would Ethan think if she sucked off
Zach while Ethan was fucking her? His plan was just for Zach to watch, right,
not be involved.
    Ethan
drew her closer against his chest and slid his hands to cover her breasts,
fingers plucking her tight nipples. Zach’s gaze followed, his lips parting just
a bit as if he wanted to taste her. Jill shifted on Ethan’s lap, changing the
angle of his cock, but not thrusting otherwise.
    Then
Ethan slid his hands down to her thighs, parting them wider. She quivered,
waiting for his caress on her clit, but it didn’t come.
    “Do
you want Zach to lick you?”
    She
snapped her head up and met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were glazed with
lust, but she saw the heat behind them. She glanced over at Zach, who’d stilled.
    “Are
you sure?” Zach asked the words she wanted to say.
    Ethan
rubbed his open palms up the insides of her thighs, stopping short of her
throbbing sex. “Yeah.”
    “While
you’re inside me?” Her pussy grew hotter and wetter at the thought of both men
with her, caressing and fucking her.
    Ethan
hesitated. “I’m not gay. I don’t want his mouth on me.”
    “I
can work around it.” Zach pushed off of his bed and knelt in front of her.
    With
Ethan deep inside her and Zach on the floor, focused on her pussy, the hottest
sight was seeing both men’s hands on her thighs, big and commanding.
    Zach
brushed his thumb over her mons and smiled. “I like the naked look.” He bent
closer, and Ethan stopped pumping.
    Zach
kissed the hood of her clit and pulled it back, and sipped the sensitive flesh
between his lips. She went rigid, not sure if she should move into Zach’s mouth
or against Ethan’s dick. So she stayed still, absorbing the sensation of Zach’s
hot mouth and Ethan’s hard cock, the combination holding her on the edge.
    Zach’s
head bobbed between her thighs, his tongue fluttering. She saw Ethan’s intense
expression in the mirror, also focused on Zach. Her muscles clutched Ethan’s
cock inside her and he grunted. Ethan cupped her breasts, pinching the tips.
Zach eased back a little, his tongue working along her slit, and yes, touching
the base of Ethan’s shaft at her entrance, just for a moment.
    Ethan
sucked in a hard breath, and seemed to swell inside her. Every nerve ending in
her pussy ignited, sparkling like those cheap fireworks before the big show.
She was close now, too soon, when she wanted to drag this out,