Worlds Apart (29 page)

Niall caught the telltale wander of Roo’s eyes.
Lying.
He turned to look at Taylor who was staring at the lube as if it were a poisonous snake. Roo screwed up the paper and threw it aside.

“And very tasty I’ll be too.” Taylor’s attempt at bravado didn’t mask his anxiety.

“Lie down next to Niall, and to get you in the mood, I’ll attempt to remove my underwear in a provocative manner.” Roo smiled and then swallowed hard.

“Sweetheart,
any
way you remove your underwear will be provocative,” Taylor said. “I’m not sure I can be any more provoked or in the mood.” He gestured to his bobbing erection.

Roo moved to the foot of the bed, the mirror behind showing them everything.

“Count,” she said.

“One—” Niall laughed.

She’d whipped off her bra and pants so fast, he might have thought magic was involved, and then he got sidetracked by the beauty of her body, her perfect proportions and her smooth, tanned skin. She was tall and slender with long legs, her pretty breasts topped by dusky nipples. And the truth was, a little bit of him was disappointed he didn’t get to fuck her first, even though the man of his dreams lay there waiting for him. Though Taylor was clearly nervous, and Niall still wasn’t certain this was what Taylor wanted.

Roo threw herself to land between them on the bed and rolled onto her back. Her smaller hands clasped theirs and squeezed.

“Shaved?” Taylor croaked.

“Not shaved?” Roo let go of Taylor’s hand to twist her fingers in his pubic hair.

“Oh Christ, touch my dick and I’ll go off like a rocket,” Taylor said with a moan.

“Well, maybe we should start with some pyrotechnics.” Roo slid down the bed, rolled onto her stomach and wrapped her hands around their cocks. She held Niall tight, pressing hard where his dick met his balls. When she licked the head of Taylor’s cock and then did the same to his, Niall’s brain turned to soup. Roo tugged them closer together, and then suddenly Taylor was kissing him while Roo kissed their cocks. Taylor threaded his fingers in Niall’s hair and plunged his tongue into his mouth, and any thought that Taylor might not want this evaporated.

Roo’s mouth was much smaller than Taylor’s, and she licked and sucked and drove Niall crazy in a different way, but when she held their cock heads together, swept them with her tongue and sucked them both, it was a miracle Niall didn’t come. Judging by Taylor’s loud gasp, he felt the same. The friction, the heat and the pressure made his balls draw up.

As hands and mouths drove him faster toward release, Niall managed a few words. “Supposed to be a sandwich.”

Roo lifted her head. “I don’t want to be short changed. Men have no stamina.” Then she was on him again with that hot, wet mouth and coherency moved beyond his reach. As Niall’s tongue thrust against Taylor’s, their hips rocked, pushing the heads of their cocks into Roo’s mouth. The combination of the feel of Taylor’s cock rubbing against his and the play of Roo’s lips around the sensitive head catapulted Niall toward completion.

He and Taylor came within an instant of each other, gasping mouths welded together, hands entwined in Roo’s hair, their fingers touching, and Niall shuddered with the sheer unadulterated bliss of it.

As the wrenching spasms died away and the afterglow seeped through his body, their mouths drifted apart and Niall answered Taylor’s smile with one of his own. The brush of Taylor’s fingers over Niall’s cheek meant more than Taylor could know. They reached to pull a panting Roo to lie on her back between them. Taylor snagged the towel and wiped come from her mouth and face.

“I thought I was going to drown,” she said. “Reminds me of the time one of my so-called friends gave me a can of Coke on the school bus. I didn’t know they’d shaken the can, and when I opened it, I had to put my mouth over the hole so it didn’t spray everywhere. I think it even came out of my ears.”

Taylor looked at Niall and laughed.

“Maybe you ought to check,” Roo whispered.

The moment their mouths were around her ears Roo began to writhe like an eel.

He and Taylor pulled back.

“Arrggh, don’t stop. I’m wriggling in pleasure. Can’t you tell the difference? Learn fast.”

“Your perfume tastes of peppermint,” Taylor said.

“It
is
peppermint. I can’t afford perfume.” They chuckled and she glared. “Peppermint tastes a lot better than scent, believe me.”

“You don’t need anything to make you smell or taste nice,” Niall said and bent to bury his face against the pulse in Roo’s neck. She tasted of innocence and kindness, and…well, peppermint.

His hand roamed lower as he licked and kissed and trailed his tongue down her body. Caressing her breast with his lips made his mouth water, and when he opened his eyes to see Taylor fluttering his tongue over Roo’s other nipple, blood surged back into his cock. Roo groaned and panted and made all sorts of desperate little sounds as they explored. She couldn’t keep still and Niall laid his leg over hers to try to hold her down.

As he and Taylor lay face-to-face with their heads on her stomach, hands clasping her inner thighs, Roo’s fingers tugged their hair.

“It’s too much,” she whispered. “You’re too much.”

Taylor leaned back to look up at her. “You need to come a few times. Let yourself go, Roo. Trust us. We won’t hurt you. Say stop and we will. Want to choose a word in case you get carried away?”

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?” Roo asked.

Taylor raised his eyebrows. “Try again.”

Roo frowned. “I don’t think I’d say super—”

“Roo!” Taylor flicked her nipple.

“Ouch.”

“That won’t work either,” Taylor said laughing.

“Pregnant,” Roo said.

Maybe it shouldn’t have made them laugh but it did. Niall chortled into her stomach and could feel Taylor doing the same.

Chapter Eighteen

Nerves either made Roo’s mouth open too often or not at all. Lying in bed with the guys acting like her sex slaves, she really needed to shut up. They licked her stomach and a kittenlike mewl burst through her clenched lips.

Two guys. How lucky am I?

Two tongues.

Four hands.

Twenty fingers.

Two… Oh God. Not thinking about that.

It was hard to think about anything when she was being played with so expertly. As they kissed her breasts, they pulled her thighs apart and stroked the damp folds between her legs. When they slid their fingers into the valley on either side of her clit, a hard throb of sensation exploded in her belly. Her hips rocked into their caresses, trying to get them to touch her faster, harder, a little to the left—no right, and she heard Taylor chuckle.

Pointless attempting to delay this, senseless thinking she could, hopeless to want to even though it felt so good. Roo teetered on the brink with no way back. At the first rub of her clit, her spine arched, her legs stiffened and tremors rippled through her. She unraveled with a series of breathy cries.
That. Was. Lovely.

Roo opened her eyes and lifted her head. The two faces looking back at her appeared much too smug.

“Eight,” she said. “Beaufort Scale.”

Niall arched his brows.

“I’m scoring you, remember?” she asked.

“A small gale?” Taylor glanced at Niall. “The Beaufort Scale describes wind conditions.”

“Force eight. Some twigs broken from trees, cars veer on the road, progress on foot seriously impeded,” Roo said.

“What does the scale go up to?” Niall asked.

“Twelve. Hurricane,” Roo said. “You’ve a lot more work to do to make the earth move for me.”

Taylor snorted. “You cheeky monkey. Trying to tell us you were pretending? Those moans and cries?”

“I didn’t want you to feel bad.”

Taylor dropped his head and licked her clit in a lightning-fast motion that made Roo buck hard into his face, and a moment later she came again, heat rolling through her body. She gasped and dropped her butt back on the bed only for Niall to take Taylor’s place. He pressed his tongue deep into her, and as Roo opened her mouth to groan, Taylor slid up and kissed her.

Cast adrift in a sea of heightened awareness, Roo floated in bliss. Fingers stroked, tongues danced and cocks rubbed against her. Each man had his own scent, Niall’s sweeter, Taylor’s musky. Taylor’s fingers were softer, Niall’s tongue longer. Taylor’s nipples were more sensitive than Niall’s, but kissing Niall’s neck had him gasping for air. Breathing for Roo became tricky, and her inhalations turned into jagged sucks, her exhalations noisy grunts. Her body was no longer under her control but theirs, and Roo loved it.
Loved them. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

They positioned her on her hands and knees, and Niall lay beneath her, his legs pointing the same way as hers, his head under her belly, his fingers on her thighs, pulling her down onto his face. Taylor knelt behind her, astride Niall, his hands on her hips, sliding his cock in the valley of her butt cheeks. Then it wasn’t Taylor’s cock rubbing her but the stubble of his cheeks as he licked her backside.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.
If Niall hadn’t been supporting her, she’d have fallen, but between them they kept her exactly where they wanted her.

Roo planted her face in the pillow and groaned. Niall was licking her clit, teasing her back to orgasm. Her stomach tensed, her nipples tightened and she felt the nibbling sensation in her lower belly that heralded the flurry of spasms to come.
Again?
Roo raced toward the finish line like an Olympic sprinter, and the guys’ hold tightened as she came apart, orgasm riding her body head to toe.

“Oh God, God,” Roo muttered into the pillow.

Taylor and Niall changed places. They shifted her around on the bed until Roo no longer knew who touched her where, or how many times she’d come, only knew that she didn’t want any of this to stop. Fingers and tongues explored every part of her, three pairs of legs writhed and entwined, their faces pressed together, kisses greedy until she couldn’t breathe, and then the guys were so gentle her heart ached with happiness.

The rip of foil brought her back to some sort of reality. Roo lay on her back, licking her kiss-swollen lips, her nipples almost painful, her inner thighs soaked with her cream and their precome. The guys panted beside her, slick chests heaving, each holding a flat foil packet. Taylor looked…petrified.
Damn.

“What’s wrong?” Roo reached out to touch his arm.

“I’ve never…done this before.” Taylor gulped.

She stroked his wrist. “A virgin? You missed sex ed? Quick lesson. You put that,” Roo pointed to his cock, “in here.” She pointed between her legs. “And move it in and out.”

Taylor let out a forced chuckle. But Roo had guessed what he meant and made sure her surprise didn’t show. He and Niall had never fucked? She could feel the tension grow in the air, thickening it, squeezing out the fun. Niall’s cheek twitched and resignation crept over his features. The moment was slipping away.

She turned to Taylor. “Don’t you want this?”

Taylor’s mouth opened but no sound came out.

He’s afraid.
He wasn’t the only one. Roo took a deep breath and looked at Niall. “Want me to go first instead? I’ll be the filling in the sandwich. You’ll go slow, right?”

But Niall was staring at Taylor. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” Taylor said. “It’s just that I’m having trouble getting my head round it. Thinking too much.”

Roo shuffled up the bed and hugged her legs.
Don’t say a word. Let them sort this out.

“It’s okay,” Niall muttered and stood.

Roo caught his arm and pulled him down.
Don’t give in!
When Taylor wrapped his hand around Niall’s, she sighed with relief.

“Sorry to be a pain in the butt,” Taylor said and his mouth turned up in a smile.

Roo laid her hands on their necks and twisted their heads to face her.

“Are we three?” she asked. “Because I don’t want two against one, no matter who’s the one. If we don’t trust each other, it won’t work. If you two want me to go, just say so. I’ve never done this before either. And in that toiletry bag there’s a piece of paper—ah darn it—at least five pieces of paper that say
Roo Sandwich.
Two guys at the same time? Two cocks? Don’t you think I’m nervous too?” She took a deep breath. “So, are we three?”

Roo put her fist in the space between them. The guys knocked her knuckles at the same time.

She smiled. “I’ve got the best seat in the house. I’ll hold the condoms and watch until it’s my turn onstage.” She sighed. “Last time I was onstage, I was the back legs of a cow. I had to drop a milk carton—”

“Roo!” They spoke at the same time.

“Sorry.” She zipped her lip but knew it wouldn’t last.

Taylor didn’t have to talk himself into this. He wanted it. His nerves were more borne of fear of coming too fast inside Roo once Niall was fucking him. How impressive would that be? But Roo was right. They couldn’t hide anything. If they weren’t open about what they wanted, they shouldn’t start this.

He reached out, trailed his fingers over the depression between Niall’s pecs and heard the breath catch in the guy’s throat. Taylor let his thumb drift over Niall’s smooth skin, following the contours of his chiseled abs down to the ridge of his hip bone. One gentle push sent Niall to lie against Roo. She crossed her arms over his chest and stroked Niall’s neck with her fingers.