He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off with a stern look. “You started this, Beck, and we’re going to finish it.”
She gave his cock one last caress, then lowered herself onto the bed and tossed him the condom. He rolled the latex onto his stiff shaft and joined Jane on the bed, reaching for the lube. He squirted a hefty amount into his palm then flipped her onto her stomach and began to stroke her. Kneaded her firm cheeks with his hand. Circled her puckered hole with his finger, got it nice and slick. Jane gasped when he slipped the tip of his finger into her ass. “Want me to stop?” he said hoarsely.
“No, keep going.” She moaned as he pushed his finger deeper inside. “Yes, Beck, keep doing that.”
His heart pounded in his chest, his groin so tight with anticipation he could barely move. Fuck, he wanted to be in that tight ass. He stretched her with his finger, rubbing lubrication over the delicate opening. A second finger entered the mix, then a third, until Jane was moaning wildly. She was on her hands and knees, but when he poised himself behind her, she rolled onto her side and said, “Like this. I want you to imagine him here with us, fucking me from the front while you’re thrusting from behind.”
A jolt of arousal shot through him. The picture she’d just painted wasn’t supposed to turn him on, damn it. Yet it did. It fucking did.
Becker slid down and pressed himself into the graceful curve of her back. His balls were heavy, aching with the need for release. He shoved Jane’s unruly red waves off her neck and kissed her nape, swirling his tongue over the little hairs there. She whimpered and wiggled her ass into him. She was slick from the lube, slicker from the sweet juices soaking her pussy. When he slid his hand between her legs and felt the moisture pooled there, he couldn’t help but slide into her pussy for a few languid strokes. They both groaned, and Becker pushed in deeper, thrust harder, cupping a firm ass cheek with one hand and teasing her puckered hole with his other. He slid his finger inside, and she was so tight, he was paralyzed with lust. Fuck, he needed to be in there.
Sucking in a breath, he withdrew from her pussy, pressed his tip against that tight rosette and eased his cock inside.
Jane let out a cry of pleasure. “More,” she begged.
He gave her more, sliding in another inch, but it still wasn’t good enough for her. Moaning, she pushed her ass out and forced him to fill her completely. Becker nearly fainted from the incredible sensation. She was so goddamn tight, it felt like a hot fist clenching around cock.
Jane shifted, her hand moving between her thighs, and then he felt pressure against his cock and realized she was fingering herself while he was buried in her ass. “Do you feel that?” she whispered.
He couldn’t make his vocal chords work, but managed a groan.
“Imagine it’s him.” He felt her slip another finger into her pussy, at the same time his cock pumped in and out of her ass. “Can you see him, Beck? Can you see him pushing his cock into me?”
God help him, but he saw it. He saw Ryan’s hips moving against Jane, saw Ryan’s features taut with unrestrained pleasure. Each time she pushed her fingers deeper, he imagined it was Ryan’s cock inside Jane. His pulse shrieked in his ears, his chest heaving from each ragged breath.
“You like it, don’t you?” she said softly.
“Yes,” he squeezed out.
“It turns you on.”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Becker closed his eyes and lost himself in Jane, thrusting into her with long, frantic pumps. Her husky moans drove him wild. So did the forbidden images swimming through his mind. Another man in bed with them. Another cock bringing Jane pleasure. When she began to shudder from orgasm, Becker let himself go too. He couldn’t last long, not inside that unbelievably tight channel, not when Jane was writhing and moaning in the sexiest fucking way. His climax slammed into him, searing through his blood and pulsing in his balls. He couldn’t stop coming, couldn’t stop driving in and out of that sweet ass.
When the pleasure finally ebbed, he felt shell-shocked. Jane’s back was soaked with sweat, sticking to his own sweaty chest like glue. His heartbeat was out of control, his breathing unsteady. And when Jane finally rolled over so they were face to face and kissed him, he was nothing but a pile of mindless mush. Unable to think or breathe or move.
“Did it work?” she murmured against his mouth, brushing her lips over his again.
He found his voice. “Did what work?”
“Did you get me out of your system?”
He met her gaze, and the vulnerability he saw in her blue eyes made his heart squeeze. Had he gotten her out of his system? He wanted to laugh. Yeah, right. If anything, he wanted her even more. He’d never come that fucking hard. While fantasizing about another man screwing the woman in his bed, no less.