Lick Is A Four-Letter Word (16 page)

Instead
of answering, he dipped his head down and licked her clit. She cried out,
arching her spine. God! The man knew what he was doing.

“Oh
wow,” Josh murmured. “You have no idea how hot that looks.”

Troy
paused, glancing at Josh.
“Yeah?”

“Oh
yeah,” Josh said, leaning closer. “She’s so pink and luscious and you’re so
dark and masculine. I had no idea this would turn me on so much.”

Troy
winked at Josh,
then
bent his head once again, licking
and nipping at her until she was right at the edge. She sunk her fingers into
his hair, writhing. She couldn’t help it. When Josh started licking her
nipples, she lost it. Pleasure slammed into her like a freight train. She
sucked in a breath and rode it out as the men teased and suckled with just the
right intensity until the last sparks of pleasure dissipated. When
Troy
gave her a final
lick, she shivered, slumping down on the floor. Josh kissed the underside of
her breast and then her temple.
Troy
kissed her thigh. Both men were gentle.
And sweet.

How
did they know that’s exactly what I needed?
she
thought faintly.

“Felicity,
I want you so bad. Can I?”
Troy
asked, hand on his cock. His thumb circled the tip.

She
licked her lips and nodded, pointing to the console table.
“Condoms.”

He
grinned and stood up. “Be right back.”

Felicity
nuzzled into Josh, but it was only seconds later when
Troy
was back, ripping the packet open. He
rolled it on in record time. She gasped when his cock nudged at her pussy,
completely unprepared for how hot he’d felt.

“Ready?”
he asked hoarsely.

“Yes,”
she said, lifting her legs. Josh kissed her neck, nibbling down until he
reached her nipple again.

She
sucked in a breath as
Troy
pushed inside, hot and hard.

“Christ,
you’re so wet,” he muttered, moving carefully.

He felt
almost too good. Felicity’s hips jerked, trying to get him to go faster.
“More,” she pleaded.

“I
don’t want to hurt you,” he said, teeth gritted. “You said it’s been a long
time.”

“I need
you.” She lifted up and shoved herself onto his erection, loving the way he
groaned as her body took his inside.

“Jesus,”
Josh said, watching.

“You
too,” Felicity managed.

“What?”
Josh looked confused.

“I want
you inside, too.” She patted
Troy
’s
face, hoping he would understand what she wanted. “Roll us over.”

“Oh
Jesus,”
Troy
said, but he obeyed her, rolling until she was on top.

“Lube
in the console,” she told Josh, pointing over her shoulder. She’d just come,
but she was already starting to feel desperate all over again. She wanted both
of them.
Now.

“Felicity,
we don’t have to do this,” Josh argued, looking torn.

She
licked her lips and tried to hold still. She didn’t want to argue. “Please?”
Maybe begging will work.

“Fuck,”
Josh muttered, standing up. His cock bobbed as he strode over and got the lube.

Felicity
smiled as he strode back over. Strangely, she felt no apprehension. Josh would
never hurt her. Neither of them would.

“Have
you ever done this before?” Josh asked, kneeling down behind her. He put a hand
on her lower spine.

She
arched into his touch, making
Troy
groan.
“God, Felicity, hold still. I’m so fucking close.”

She put
her forehead on his collarbone. “No, I haven’t, but it doesn’t matter.” She
wanted to have her cake and eat it, too. “Come
on
Josh.” She twisted around, ignoring
Troy
’s gasp. “Fuck me.”

Josh
opened the small bottle. “Yeah, okay.” He sounded like a man at the end of his
rope. He poured a liberal amount on his hand,
then
poured some on her hole, teasing with his finger.

Felicity
cried out. Everything they did to her felt good. “More,” she said, trying to
hold still. “God, Josh, please—”

“Patience,
sweetheart,” he said, adding another finger. He played with her, easing his
fingers in and out, and then scissoring them until she relaxed. He added
another finger. “You ready?”

She
nodded, desperate. The burn didn’t bother her. It barely hurt at all.

He
ripped open a condom packet and a moment later, she his cock nudged at her
entrance. “Bear down,” he said, pushing forward, gentle but determined.

Felicity
did as he asked, arching her back. She looked down at
Troy
. His eyes were molten. She felt like she
was staring into his soul as Josh worked his way into her body, little by
little.

“Fuck,”
Troy
gasped
abruptly, muscles going tight beneath her hands. “I can feel you, Josh.”

Josh
had his head on her shoulder. She felt it when he nodded.
“Yeah,
me too,
Troy
.
Me too.”

“Josh,
please, more,” Felicity begged again, pleasure rippling through her. If he
would just move a tiny bit, her clit would bump against
Troy
perfectly.

“Yeah,
okay. Moving now,” Josh
said,
voice low and hot. He
pulled out a little,
then
thrust inside, rocking her
on top of
Troy
.
Troy
threw his
head back, arms going around them both. Josh did it again, and again, his
thrusts moving the three of them just right. Felicity closed her eyes and hung
on, more aroused than ever. She could smell herself on them. She could feel the
heat of their bodies behind and below her, strong and sure.
Troy
held her close as Josh fucked into her,
making her crazy. Making her fall just a bit more in love with them, not that
she was going to tell them that. Not now.

“Faster?”
she asked instead, needing just a little bit more. Her clit scraped against
Troy
’s body with each
thrust. She was completely filled up with them and she never wanted it to end,
and then suddenly, shockingly, another climax clawed its way through her body.
She keened, jerking in their arms as the waves took her.

“Fuck,”
Troy
breathed,
arms going tight as his cock pulsed, his orgasm rushing through him as her
muscles clenched tight. Josh moaned a split second later, hips jerking as he
came, too. Felicity hung on until the men finally relaxed. For the first time
in years—
or possibly for the first time ever,
she mused—she felt like
she wasn’t alone.

Chapter
Ten

Troy
stretched, yawning. Felicity’s huge bed was insanely comfortable. He cracked
open an eye,
then
winced. The sun glittered down from
a skylight right onto his pillow.
Ah.
That’s why my face feels like
it’s
being seared.

He
rolled out of the light, looking around the room. The ceiling was vaulted, like
most of the ceilings in Felicity’s house, but this one didn’t have any beams,
just smooth white paint. The skylight sat off to one end, positioned perfectly
to catch the rays of the rising sun. She had a low bed with a soft brown fabric
headboard. Her furniture was a rich brown, perfectly complimented by the pale
yellow walls. He really liked her bedroom. He just wished he wasn’t awake in it
just yet.

“You’re
awake.
Finally.”
Josh poked him in the arm.

“Ugh.
Stop that.”
Troy
batted at the hand. “What time is it?” He rolled over again, looking for
Felicity. “And where’s Felicity?”

Josh
rolled over with him, slinging an arm around
Troy
’s waist. “She went to get donuts or
something. I don’t know. She tried to get me to come with her, but it was like,
six a.m. I thought it was a dream.”

Troy
frowned down at the arm around his waist. “We’re snuggling now? This is what we
do?”

Josh
snorted into his shoulder.
“Dude.
I had your dick in
my mouth. You can deal with cuddling.”

Troy
sighed
noisily,
making sure Josh knew he was only
putting up with it under duress. In truth, he kind of liked it. Which meant—
Damn
. “We aren’t straight anymore, are we?”

Josh
snorted again. “Evidence suggests otherwise.”

Troy
thought about this. Josh had a point. It wasn’t just that Josh had sucked his
dick,
it was that he’d sucked Josh’s, and liked it.
A lot.
“Shit.”

Wow,
decades of self-denial, right down the drain in one night
, he thought.

“Are
you having a big gay freak-out now?”

Troy
grunted affirmatively, but didn’t move. He was way too comfortable to move. “My
brother is going to lose it.” Weirdly, he was kind of all right over the entire
thing. Maybe it was Felicity’s buffering presence that made him feel so Zen. He
clearly still liked women.

Correction,
you don’t like ‘women,’ you like her. You like her a lot
, he thought, smiling.
You like her and Josh together.

Josh
shook his head against
Troy
’s
neck. “No, he isn’t. He’s married to my sister, remember? You were in the
wedding?” He paused. “Oh, wait. You were drunk that whole day. Maybe you don’t
remember.”

Troy
kicked back, getting Josh in the shin. “Shut up.”

Josh
laughed and snuggled closer, slotting his dick up against
Troy
’s ass. “My sister did everything but ask
me point blank if I was gay last time I saw her. It’s the not-dating thing, you
know. It’s kind of suspicious.
That, and the fact that you
and I hang out together a lot.
And by ‘a lot’ I mean, all the damn
time.”

“Ugh.”
Troy
couldn’t think of
anything else to say. He put his hand over Josh’s and held tight. “Where’s
Felicity again?”

“She
crawled out of bed at the ass-crack of dawn.” Josh tucked his head back down
against
Troy
’s
neck. His breath was warm.

“I
think I had a dream about that,”
Troy
muttered. He remembered it being dark and being cold along one side of his
body. He remembered someone pulling the sheet over him. “Wasn’t that a dream?”

“She
left a note.”

“What?”
Troy
was
confused.

“On the nightstand.”

“My
God, it’s like pulling teeth. What did the note say?”
Troy
asked impatiently.

“She
said she had to go meet her mom for breakfast and that she’d be back with
donuts.”

“Donuts,”
Troy
repeated.
“What the hell? I was looking forward to the whole morning after thing.”

Josh
lifted his head. “There’s a morning after thing?”

Troy
rolled over. “How can you not know about the morning after thing?”

Josh stared
at him.

Troy
rolled his eyes, trying very hard not to think about how attractive he found
Josh when he was sleep tousled.
“Yeah.
We cuddle,
maybe have sex, then I get up and make everyone pancakes for breakfast.”

Josh
blinked. “That sounds awesome.”

“Yeah,
except Felicity isn’t here.”
Troy
crossed his arms.

“She
said she’d be back by nine.”

Troy
frowned. “Who goes out to breakfast this early on a Saturday?”

“Her mother, apparently.”
Josh leaned
back, snagging something from the nightstand. “Here’s the note.”

Troy
squinted at Felicity’s handwriting:

Had to go meet my mom.
She’ll kill me if I miss
breakfast. Or worse—she might use her key and walk in on us naked. I’ll be back
by nine—with donuts!