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gently. When he could feel he was about to come, he moved his mouth, fearful of biting something that would cause pain instead of pleasure.
    Rumer groaned when Martin pushed two fingers inside her wet channel, fucking her in the same rhythm her mouth worked up and down his cock.
    "Here ... wait ... coming...” Martin thrashed his head about, then pistoned his hips rapidly, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The burst of his orgasm hit him like a train, the first jets coating the back of Rumer's throat. When Noah groaned and whispered, “share, baby,” to Rumer, the pleasure increased. Noah's mouth replaced Rumer's, and Martin shot off another round, coming harder than he'd ever come in his life as Noah fastened onto his cock, his mouth like a vacuum.
    When his cock finally settled, Martin dove back in for his treat, licking and sucking at Rumer until she screamed, then he did it some more, nibbling on her clit as she rode his mouth. He felt her pussy seize again. He clasped her thighs, pulling her down as far as she could go. When the aftershocks finally settled, he caressed her soft legs, trailing his fingers up and down as he gently stroked her insides with his tongue.
    It took Martin a few minutes to realize Noah had stood up, his cock even with Rumer's mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth as Noah anchored himself by putting his hands on the wall.
    Martin wanted to climb out from under her, to scramble behind Noah, and give his balls the same treatment Noah had given him. But he didn't want to interrupt their rhythm. From the tense stance of Noah's body, Martin figured the other man was close.
    "Rumer, baby.” Noah growled out the words as the movement of Rumer's head increased. Martin stroked her as she rode out Noah's orgasm, his cock making a loud popping noise as she released it.
    Martin continued to caress her legs, and when she went to stand, he held her close, his tongue darting out to give her a few final last lashes with his tongue. Her groan of pleasure made him smack his lips loudly.
    "Very yummy."
    Everyone laughed. Noah got up, and Martin helped Rumer stand, then quickly followed suit. He pointed to the bed. “I'll be the perfect host and go get hot towels. You two rest, and then I'll come and join you."
    He gathered three hot towels, then came back into the bedroom and handed them out. When they were clean, Martin glanced at the clock; it showed they had about four hours until they needed to meet the rest of their séance party at Lola's house on Dauphine Street.
    Martin threw the wet towels in the bathroom, not caring when they fell to the floor near the sink. “I'm not a great housekeeper,” he said as he walked to the bed, lying down next to Rumer. Noah was already on her other side, so she was again the meat in a sandwich.
    "That wonderful interlude will help me rest,” Martin put an arm around her. He wiggled his fingers in invitation, and Noah mirrored his actions, interlocking their fingers on Rumer's stomach. “Do we need to set an alarm?"
    "Noah's got a built in clock,” Rumer replied. “Comes from being a paramedic. He'll have us up in plenty of time."
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Chapter Seven
    Lola's house wasn't what Martin expected. She died when she was eighty-two years old, leaving him to expect doilies on every wood surface and plastic on all the furniture. Instead, he saw bright colored sofas and chairs with a slight covering of dust, and beautiful prints featuring travel destinations. There wasn't a fake flower or collection of chintzy knickknacks in sight.
    "Tell me about your grandmother.” He turned to Rumer, who smiled brightly before she cleared her throat to answer.
    Yeah, baby, I remember the great sex, too. He winked, smiling at the blush that rose on her cheeks.
    "Lola was a character. She traveled a lot, and couldn't stand to sit and do nothing. She had to be on the go, from the time she got up until the time she went to bed. That's why it surprised me when she