A quiver of anticipation traveled through her as Jackson came up behind her and ground his cock against her ass cheeks. She heard a rustling sound, and twisted her head to see him peel his shirt off his broad shoulders, leaving him bare-chested.
God, that chest. Golden skin and sculpted muscles, a feast for her eyes. And his cock…he’d gripped it with one hand and was rubbing the tip over her puckered anus.
Mia held her breath, quivering wildly. Was he going to take her anal virginity right here in front of his friend? She wasn’t sure if the idea thrilled her or scared her, but he quickly squashed the notion by driving inside her pussy with one fluid stroke.
She gasped as he filled her to the hilt. Groaned when he rotated his hips and allowed his piercing to stroke her inner walls.
Mia’s gaze found Dylan’s again, and the glazed passion in his eyes robbed her of breath.
“You like watching him fuck me?” The breathy question popped out before she could stop it.
Surprise washed over his face, rapidly replaced by a glint of fire and a seductive grin. “Damn right,” he murmured, squeezing his erection with his fist.
Jackson ran his hand over her buttocks, a thoughtful note entering his voice. “You know, I think your ass looks so much prettier when it’s bright pink and trembling after I’ve smacked it.”
Mia swallowed a laugh when she saw Dylan’s eyebrows shoot up. “Damn, Texas, you’re into spanking?”
Jackson drew his hips back, then plunged into her core. “Damn right,” he said, mimicking Dylan’s earlier response. “And Mia loves gettin’ spanked, isn’t that right, darlin’?”
He thrust his hips again.
“Yes,” she cried out.
“What other secrets have you been keeping from us?” Dylan’s voice sounded hoarse, and he was pumping his cock furiously as he watched the scene before him.
Rather than answer, Jackson fucked Mia harder, his breaths growing more and more shallow with each stroke.
The angle caused him to hit a spot deep inside her, making every inch of her throb. She was perilously close to toppling over the edge, but she tried to hold off, to milk every ounce of pleasure out of this experience. Since she couldn’t see Jackson’s face, she indulged herself by looking at Dylan. His features were stretched taut, and the sound of his hand jacking his cock matched the slap of Jackson’s flesh against hers as he moved inside her.
“Gonna come soon, Mia,” Dylan mumbled. “But I wanna hear you scream first.”
“Easy peasy,” Jackson drawled, and then he reached around and rubbed her clit in a circular motion that had the desired scream ripping out of her throat.
The orgasm sent her soaring. Black dots flashed in front of her eyes, clearing up just in time to see Dylan ejaculate. Strands of come splashed the front of his boxers as he grunted in his chair, his gaze locked with hers.
When Jackson groaned and went still, her pussy spasmed against his cock, gripping him firmly as his hot release filled her channel.
Mia’s cheeks grew warm with embarrassment once the aftereffects of her orgasm retreated. Feeling self-conscious, she wasted no time getting dressed, which was silly considering what had just happened in the living room.
Was it wrong that she’d derived so much pleasure from the experience? The doubts swirling in her mind were familiar—she’d questioned herself this very same way after previous sexual encounters, back when she’d wondered if she suffered from some kind of sexual dysfunction.
Had she traded one deficiency for another, though? Absolute disinterest for depraved perversions?
Her worries eased, however, when Dylan spoke up. “It’s cool if I describe all this to Claire and Aidan, right? Because they’re gonna make me recap it in great detail when I’m screwing them tomorrow.”
A laugh lodged in her throat. Well, if she was a depraved pervert, at least she wasn’t the only one in the bunch. Dylan’s reminder that he was routinely sleeping with both a man and a woman was enough to make her realize that in comparison, her sex life was probably still as boring as it used to be.
Jackson put on his pants before wandering over to her with a gentle smile on his face. “You good, sugar?”
“I’m good,” she murmured.
“No regrets?” He had to bend over so he could whisper the question in her ear.
Shaking her head, Mia slowly met his eyes. “None.”
Chapter Eleven