All Fired Up (DreamMakers #1)

“Suck him, sweetheart.” Parker’s gravelly voice sounded from behind her, and she heard the rustle of fabric, as if he was rifling through his pants.

The ache had returned, pulsing in her core and tingling in her nipples. Dean beckoned her with his cock and her pussy clenched so hard it was a miracle she didn’t pull a muscle.

She crawled up the mattress and curled her fingers around his shaft, lowering her head again. His low moan of approval sent a rush of arousal through her body, rivaled only by the jolt of lust that shot through her as a pair of big, warm hands gripped her hips.

She twisted her head. Parker was on his knees behind her, a condom stretched over his impressive erection, his green eyes burning with desire.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he rasped. “Until you can’t remember your own frickin’ name.”

She shivered uncontrollably. God. Hands down, that was the hottest thing any man had ever said to her.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Please.”

Her lips found Dean’s cock again at the same time Parker drove deep inside. The force of his thrust sent her shooting forward, but it didn’t hurt. No, pain was the furthest thing from what she was feeling at the moment.

Parker’s labored breathing tickled the nape of her neck. He’d leaned forward, his hot lips latching on to her shoulder as he slowly eased his cock out of her. But he didn’t withdraw completely. His tip remained lodged inside her, and then he pushed his shaft back in, one excruciating inch at a time.

“You like the way his cock feels inside you?” Dean murmured.

She met his knowing eyes and managed a nod.

“Tell him how much, baby.”

“I love it.” Turning her head, she looked at Parker, whose pupils had darkened with satisfaction.

“Good,” Dean told her. “Now suck me off while he fucks you.”

It was impossible to control the arousal running rampant in her body. She could hardly breathe. Her vision refused to focus. The pleasure was too intense, forming a knot of pressure between her legs that only seemed to grow tauter and hotter as Parker’s cock slammed into her from behind in a fast, frenzied tempo.

Each time he hit her sweet spot, she moaned around Dean’s cock. Each time his strokes went shallower than she wanted, she wiggled her ass and tried to deepen the contact, which only made Parker growl with excitement. His husky growl had officially become her favorite sound in the whole world and she found herself thrusting back even harder, just so she could hear it again.

“Goddamn it, Lynn,” he mumbled. “You’re amazing.”

“Amazing,” Dean agreed, his handsome features growing tortured as he thrust into her eager mouth. “I’m getting close.”

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg, but her need hovered right there…

Thank God Parker seemed to know exactly what she needed, because his arm came around her body and his hand moved between her legs. When his skillful finger began strumming her clit, Lynn was a goner. The pressure in her core detonated, unleashing an orgasm that tore through her body and seized her muscles.

“Coming,” Dean moaned. Hot jets of his release filled her mouth and coated her tongue.

Another burst of pleasure rocketed through her. She swallowed every last drop, loving the way his hands cupped her cheeks, loving the way Parker’s cock filled her so completely.

“Lynn.” Her name was ripped from Parker’s throat. He thrust deep and went still, his cock throbbing inside her as he trembled with release.

Madness.

This was madness.

But the good kind. The kind that left you limp and mindless, the kind that had Lynn sighing happily and falling back against Parker’s rock-hard chest. His arms came around to hold her close, and as she recovered from her full-body orgasm, she still couldn’t wrap her head around what had just happened.

She’d had sex with two men.

No, she’d had incredible sex with two men.

But now, with the afterglow beginning to fade, a pang of self-consciousness had returned. She wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. Embarrassment warmed her cheeks as she glanced down to meet Dean’s eyes.

The grin he flashed her soothed her discomfort. “C’mere and gimme a kiss, baby.”

Heart pounding, she climbed up his body and brushed her lips over his. The second they broke apart, she was yanked in the other direction as Parker’s mouth found hers.

“You okay?” He tugged on the end of her braid, peering at her with concerned green eyes.

“More than okay,” she admitted. A smile lifted her lips. “That was incredible.”

“It was, wasn’t it?”

He looked as if he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. He kept watching her, a veil dropping over his expression.

“Can I use your washroom?” Dean looked pretty darn pleased as he slid off the bed.

“Sure. It’s right across the hall.”

Once Dean left the room, she noticed Parker’s gaze was still fixed on her face.

“What?” she said awkwardly.