Pinned to the couch with two hundred plus pounds of determined sexy male on top of him, Travis let Gage have his way. Letting his head fall back onto the couch cushion, he waited until Gage got situated, practically standing on the couch, one leg on each side of Travis’ body as he forced his cock past his lips.
Travis didn’t waste any time before he sucked him in deep, hollowing out his cheeks to pull him as far as he could, watching Gage’s fierce expression as he did. When he started to reach up and cup Gage’s balls, Kylie’s soft, yet firm, grip stopped him.
“Nuh-uh. No hands,” she said roughly, her own excitement evident by her rapid breathing.
Clearly she was enjoying this just as much as they were. So rather than touch Gage, he linked his fingers with Kylie’s, pulling her close, loving the fact that she was there. He wanted her to ride his cock while he sucked Gage off, and he couldn’t think of much anything else.
Gage began thrusting deep while retreating slowly, forcing Travis to focus and not gag. Just when he thought Gage was going to ride the wave of his climax, he was stunned when the other man stopped.
“I want to be in your ass when I come,” Gage growled.
Didn’t have to tell him twice.
When Gage climbed down from the couch, Travis made quick work of his clothes while Gage disappeared. Once he was naked, he turned his attention to Kylie who was sitting on the couch with a huge grin on her face.
“Your turn,” he said on a groan, pulling her up from her seat abruptly, causing her to stumble as she fell into him. Without further hesitation, he fused his mouth with hers while all but ripping her clothes from her body. Luckily she wasn’t wearing much more than a tank top and shorts which made his job easy.
“Mmm, soft,” he mumbled against her lips as he ran his hands over her skin, starting at her shoulder blades and working his way down to the perfectly round globes of her ass. “So fucking sexy.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Travis growled deep in his chest, his hands sliding into her hair and pulling her head back so he could look in her eyes. “I want to taste you.”
Her smile lit him up from the inside out.
Without waiting for her permission, Travis dropped to his knees and zeroed in on the sweet spot between her trim thighs, his mouth watering with the urge to lick her. As soon as Kylie was situated on the arm of the couch, Travis forced her legs wider, dipping his tongue into her moist heat, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. When she braced herself with a firm grip on his hair, he delved deeper, his tongue sliding through her soft, slick folds, gently flicking her clit with every upstroke.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. God, the woman tasted good.
It didn’t take him long to push her closer to the edge of ecstasy. But he didn’t want her to come just yet.
“Travis,” Kylie moaned. “Oh, God.”
That’s what he loved to hear. Kylie’s soft moans, the way she cried out his name. Easing his tongue back, Travis slipped two fingers inside of her as he stared up at her. “I need to be inside you. Right here,” he said as he fingered her slowly.
“What are you waiting for?” Her eyes glittered with lust, her hand tightening in his hair as she held on to him, trying to pull him to his feet.
Travis didn’t intend to waste another second. Once he was back on his feet, he smiled down at her as he pulled his fingers from her hot sheath. Kylie gripped his wrist, forcing his hand up until she wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked.
“Fuck woman.” He wasn’t going to last much longer. She drove him absolutely crazy when she did things like that. Her devilish grin said she knew it too. “Bend over the couch,” he instructed, leading her to the end of the couch and then easing her forward until her stomach was resting on the cushioned arm of the couch and she was using her own hands to support her upper body. She grinned at him over her shoulder and Travis nearly lost it.
“In a hurry?” she asked sweetly.
“You’ve no idea,” he grumbled before sliding into her in one easy thrust. Once he was seated fully inside of her, Travis stilled.
Adjusting the angle, he leaned over her, holding himself up with his hand planted firmly on the couch cushion in front of them and doing his damnedest not to crush Kylie between his weight and the arm of the couch. At this angle, he didn’t even have to pull back, he could just flex his hips and sink deeper, his cock penetrating her fully.
With his mouth against her ear, he sucked in a sharp breath. As he fought the urge to plow into her, he gently nipped her earlobe. “I’m not sure I can be gentle.” Ok, that was a lie. He could if he had to, but Travis didn’t want to.