The pants were next, the material hitting the hardwood floor with a soft rustle.
Dylan wore nothing underneath. His erection rose to full salute, making her mouth water.
Aidan pushed his white boxers down his hips, and Claire got her first view of his cock. Longer than Dylan’s, but not as thick. Now her mouth went bone-dry.
Hot male gazes roamed her body, which was stretched out on the bed for them like a sacrificial offering, but rather than take what she was freely giving, they turned to look at each other. And then they kissed.
Claire’s panties flooded with moisture. Oh Lord. She would never get used to the sight of them doing that. Their mouths locked together, tongues teasing and exploring. She gasped when Aidan cupped Dylan’s ass and yanked the other man closer, grinding his cock against Dylan’s.
The kiss lasted for several more seconds, then broke off abruptly, and the next thing she knew, Aidan was sitting next to her on the bed. She squeaked in surprise when he tore her panties off her body. The fabric ripped with a hiss and was tossed aside, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry brown eyes.
“I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for more than a week,” he said in a serious tone. “Dylan has informed me that you taste like heaven.”
Still standing by the bed, Dylan nodded earnestly. “She does, man. Makes the sexiest sounds when she comes too.”
“Spread your legs wider,” Aidan ordered.
She parted her thighs, anticipation coiling inside her like a rattlesnake. She wanted his mouth on her, but he was taking his sweet time giving it to her.
Licking his lips, Aidan brought his hand between her legs and stroked her with the tip of his index finger.
She shuddered, wanting more. Needing more.
That finger skimmed down to her opening and swirled around in the moisture pooled there.
“So wet. Fuck. I need a taste.” He promptly lowered his head and lapped her up his with tongue.
Claire’s hips shot off the bed. “Oh, that’s good, Aidan.”
“Only gonna get better, baby.”
He wasn’t lying. Once he got going, she turned into a puddle of mindless, quivering lust. His tongue probed her—long, thorough licks that made her moan. Pinpricks of pleasure rose on her skin, and she rocked her hips to meet his greedy tongue, every muscle in her body quivering, tightening, throbbing.
She caught a flicker of movement and realized Dylan was jerking himself off. His green eyes burned, lips slightly parted as he watched the other man go down on her.
“How does she taste, bro?” he murmured.
Aidan raised his head and licked his lips, which were glossy with her juices. “So fucking sweet.” Then he resumed his feasting, shoving a finger into her tight sheath as he sucked on her clit with fervor.
White dots danced in front of her eyes. She was close. Really, really close. But she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted these incredible sensations to last forever, damn it. Her eyelids fluttered closed, then popped open when a deep groan from Aidan vibrated in her core.
Dylan had moved to the foot of the bed and was kneeling on the hardwood as he enveloped Aidan’s cock with his mouth.
Never in her life would she have thought she’d be in this situation. Being devoured by a hot male mouth while another man sucked that man’s dick.
Her wide eyes tracked Dylan’s every move, the way he took Aidan’s shaft all the way to the back of his throat, how he squeezed Aidan’s balls with one strong hand, the wet sucking sounds he made as his mouth traveled up and down that hard length.
“Come for me.” Aidan’s voice was thick with desire. “I want you to come all over my face, Claire.”
God, another dirty talker. Why didn’t that surprise her?
Aidan lowered his mouth to her aching sex again and fastened it on her clit. As he sucked, he fingered her in a steady rhythm, and it wasn’t long before an orgasm seized her body and swept her away to a whole other dimension.
When she crashed back to Earth, she glimpsed the satisfied look glittering in Aidan’s eyes. Her gaze moved back to Dylan, who was no longer tending to Aidan, but watching her.
“I love the look on your face when you come,” he told her.
She was too blissfully numb to respond, unable to do anything more than lie there and quiver.
Dylan got on the bed and lay on his side next to her. He reached for her hand and brought it to his erection, curling her fingers around that wide shaft. She immediately began to stroke him, then felt her other hand being yanked to Aidan’s cock as he settled on her other side.
Oh wow. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Aidan’s cock was slick from Dylan’s saliva, making it easy to move her fist along the length of him.
She thought about spitting in her hand to get Dylan nice and lubed, but she impulsively reached between her legs instead.