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Ian smiled at him. “That means she hasn’t been at this long. In my book, that’s a plus.” He turned back to the girl. “Name?” he said slowly. “Nom?” He placed his hand on his own chest. “Ian. Ian.” He pointed at her. “Name?”

“Ah,
si
,” she said, smiling. She placed her hand on her chest, imitating Ian.

“Dolores.” She said it slowly, pronouncing each syllable as he had said his name. “Ee-an,” she repeated with a hand on his chest. She turned to Derek expectantly.

“Derek,” he told her with that wolfish grin of his, and Ian’s heart rate sped up. He quickly looked back at Dolores.

“Der-reek,” she said slowly and smiled triumphantly, making both men laugh.

“Yes,” Derek said, smiling. “Now, kiss.” And he leaned in to kiss her mouth. She tried to avoid him and Derek frowned.

“Most of them won’t let you kiss them,” Ian told him, leaning back on his hands.

“You know that. It’s some trick of the trade.”

Derek gave Dolores a heart-melting grin as he sat down on her other side and

snuggled her hand between both of his, bringing them to his chest beseechingly.

“Please, Dolores, kiss?” he asked.

Clearly Dolores had not been at her trade for long because she was not immune to Derek’s charms. “
Si
, Der-reek, keess,” she said and rose to her knees as she leaned over to give him a peck on the lips.

“I don’t think she knows how,” Ian said wonderingly. “She knows how to fuck two men and has no idea how to kiss. That seems so wrong.” He turned Dolores to him.

“How old?” he asked pointing at her. He touched his chest. “Twenty-five.” She tilted her head, obviously trying to understand. Ian flashed his open hands twice and then held up five fingers. “Twenty-five.”

Derek turned her to him. “Twenty,” he said, and flashed his hands twice.

“Ah,
si
,” Dolores said, smiling. She pointed to herself. “
Diecisiete
.” She flashed her hands once and then held up seven fingers.

“Seventeen,” Ian whispered. “Should we be doing this?”

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Derek was looking at Dolores with ill-concealed lust as she brushed his hand over her pebbled nipples. “If not us, then someone else. Someone else already, actually.” He looked up at Ian. “At least we know we’ll be gentle and treat her well.” He looked back at Dolores and kissed her softly and the girl went willingly into his arms. Derek caressed her cheek with his hand and used his thumb to open her mouth. He kissed her harder, his tongue going deep in her mouth. After a shocked moment, her arms

wrapped around his neck and she moaned. Even to Ian’s jaded ears it sounded real. Ian ran a hand down her long, smooth back, across her full buttocks and down to the rich delta between her thighs. Her heat and wetness convinced Ian of her sincerity. His touch there caused her to tremble and moan again as she pulled away from Derek’s kiss. The look she gave them was a little panicked.

Derek caressed her cheek again and gave her a tender smile. She tentatively smiled back, and then gasped as Ian’s finger entered her, going slow and deep. She was smooth and hot and wet, like wrapping damp silk around his finger. Her hips jerked as he swirled his finger, looking for her sweet spot. He knew he found it when she shuddered and bit her lip. Ian moved to his knees behind her to reach her better.

“
Madre de Dios
,” she moaned as he pressed against her silken inner wall.

Ian grinned against her hair behind her. “Oh yes, sweetheart, that’s right, tell me how good it feels,” he whispered, knowing she couldn’t understand the words but hoping he was conveying his meaning with touch and tone.

“I love to kiss,” Derek whispered, pressing light kisses on Dolores’ face and jaw. “I love to kiss a woman’s mouth, her body, that sweet, juicy spot between her legs.”

Ian chuckled, slowly moving his finger in and out of the girl pressed between them.

“Well, she certainly has a juicy cunt.” He placed delicate nibbles along her shoulder.

“Is that what you call it?” Derek asked. “I never know. It’s got so many damned names.” He rubbed noses with Dolores and smiled. “Do you have a cunt, Dolores, or a pussy? What do you call it?”

She smiled. “Keess, Der-reek,” she whispered.

Derek’s laughter passed through Dolores and into Ian. Ian gasped lightly at the incredible intimacy of it, feeling Derek’s laughter during sex when he was so aroused. It damn near brought him right there. He pulled up from Dolores’ shoulder and was

inches away from the two mouths dancing in the intricate moves of a heated kiss. He avidly watched Derek’s tongue delve into Dolores’ mouth, watched her surrender to the wet, tender invasion, her eyes fluttering shut. Yes, Derek loved to kiss. It was in each touch of his lips, each thrust of his tongue, each little nibble on the corners of her mouth. Ian’s own mouth watered at the sight and sounds of the kiss. He couldn’t stop his mind from imagining being on the receiving end of one of Derek’s kisses. His hips involuntarily thrust at the thought, jarring Dolores so that Derek broke off the kiss. He looked over at Ian with eyes gone glassy with lust, and Ian’s stomach muscles clenched in response.

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Ian quickly looked away, laying his forehead on Dolores’ shoulder, moving his

finger more forcefully inside her until she gasped and shuddered uncontrollably.

“Christ, Ian, what are you doing to her?” Derek asked in wonder as he watched

Dolores’ uninhibited pleasure.

“I’ve found her woman’s spot,” Ian whispered, in enough control now to look up at Derek.

“Her what?” Derek’s perplexity was obvious.

Ian’s grin flashed in the darkness of the tent. “This is all so I could teach you how to fuck a woman, isn’t it?”

“I know how to fuck a woman.” Derek sounded offended. Then his grin flashed. “I just don’t know how to fuck one as well as you.”

Ian’s laughter burst out of him. Derek always made him laugh with his brutal

honesty, sometimes at his most awful or awkward moments. It was one of the reasons he liked him so much. Ian felt on safer ground here, talking about fucking a woman instead of imagining kissing Derek.

Ian shook his head and then explained. “Every woman has a sweet spot inside her channel, one place that if you touch it they go wild. For some it’s near their entrance, for others it’s deeper, maybe even so deep the only way you can touch it is with your cock.

But they’ll come like a wildcat if you find it.”

“Now that is the sort of thing every young boy should learn,” Derek said seriously, making Ian laugh again. “They need to teach that in school.”

Ian snorted. “I’m pretty sure most of my professors were sorely lacking in that respect. There aren’t endless, boring treatises written on the subject.”

At that moment Dolores grabbed Derek’s shoulders tightly, thrusting down on

Ian’s fingers harder in an age-old rhythm. He moved one finger forward and rubbed the hard nub of her desire, at first gentle but then increasing the pressure until she gave a breathy little moan that quickly escalated into a soft cry as she threw her head back.

Ian could feel her vaginal walls pulsing around his finger, and he thrust in another.

Dolores cried out loudly and pressed hard against him.

“Christ, her nails are leaving permanent marks in my shoulder,” Derek laughed.

“I’m definitely going to practice finding that spot on sweet Dolores.” Ian leaned over and spread kisses along her nape as she collapsed into Derek’s arms.

Ian felt the girl trembling and he leaned over her shoulder for a kiss. It was then he noticed she was crying. He raised his hand and wiped a tear off with his fingers.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” She said something in Spanish that Ian didn’t

understand, but Derek was able to translate the general idea.

“I don’t think she’s ever done that before.” His voice held wonder and pure male satisfaction. “She’s never come before, and we did it.” He smiled ferociously at Ian.

“Damn, we’re good.”

Ian laughed. “We? I believe I did most of the work.”

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Derek licked along Dolores’ lips. “My kisses helped tremendously.” When she

opened to receive him, Derek devoured her mouth.

“Yes, I believe they did,” Ian agreed in a whisper.

He pulled his fingers out of Dolores, leaving her wet and swollen, and she moaned.

His fingers were soaking with her juices and he glided slowly back to her ass and the tight entrance there. He eased one wet finger in to the first knuckle and Dolores broke from Derek’s kiss to cry out in surprise.

“What the hell are you doing now?” Derek asked in exasperation. “I can’t see a

damn thing in here. Next time we’re doing this during the day.”

“Would you stop making me laugh?” Ian complained with a chuckle. “This is

supposed to be a thoroughly erotic experience, not half-penny theater.”

It was Derek’s turn to laugh. “Yes, oh great professor of fucking. Now tell me what you’re doing.”

Ian pulled his finger back and then inserted it a little deeper, gently fucking it in and out. Dolores gave a deep moan and clutched at Derek. “I’m getting her ass ready to fuck.”

“Goddamn, I like doing this with you.” Derek’s voice was deep with desire and

rumbled along Ian’s nerves, making him shiver.

“Good. Does she?” Ian was being as careful as he could be with her. At this point everything he did was instinctual or theoretical. He’d never fucked a woman in the ass before. The more he played with Dolores’ ass, however, the better the idea sounded.

“She’s so fucking tight and hot here. Jesus, I’m not sure I can wait.”

Dolores’ head fell back on Ian’s shoulder, her movement pulling Derek forward a little bit so the two were bent over on Ian. Derek looked up at him with an irreverent grin. “Oh, I think she likes it.” Derek sobered at the look on Ian’s face. “Ian?” he asked, desire throbbing in his voice.

Ian tried to disguise how he burned for Derek, how the sight of him lying against Ian’s chest looking up at him with desire written in each line of his face made Ian ache for him. “Kiss her, Derek. Kiss her breasts. I want to watch you.”

Derek’s eyes stayed on Ian as long as he could hold his gaze as he lowered his head to her breasts. He finally looked away as he turned to kiss first one then the other.

“Lick them,” Ian quietly ordered him.

Derek circled Dolores’ nipples with the tip of his tongue and then placed

openmouthed kisses on the sides of the firm mounds. She grabbed his head and moved him to the nipple on one breast. He laved it with the flat of his tongue and Dolores squirmed with a little cry.

“Suck them.” Ian’s voice was rough.

Derek opened his mouth and took in Dolores’ nipple and sucked hard. She nearly

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finger deeper into her ass. As Derek sucked hard, Ian pressed his finger in all the way and Dolores cried out, spreading her legs wide and pushing back against Ian’s hand.

Ian’s breathing was hard and erratic. He had never wanted to fuck so much in his life. The entire situation was pushing him beyond all the limits he’d known and obeyed since he became a man. He desired the young, pretty Dolores. He was going to fuck a woman with another man, share her in the most intimate way with Derek, whom he

desired more than Dolores. The sight, sound and scent of Derek’s passion were driving Ian mad. He was going to fuck a woman in the ass for the first time, and in the back of his mind was the knowledge that he could do the same to Derek. Sweat beaded his upper lip as the image of he and Derek locked together in that embrace filled his thoughts. He was confused, aroused, frightened, excited; the combination of all these emotions had him walking a tightrope of desire. His senses—touch, taste, smell—were more sensitive than he’d ever felt them. He wanted to remember every moment of this so that years from now he could look back and think of it with perfect clarity. The three of them, young, healthy, lusty, exploring and pleasuring one another in ways that before tonight, before Derek, he had only thought of vaguely in a fantasy.

“She’s so tight, Derek,” Ian whispered. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

Derek broke off from Dolores’ breast, licking and soothing with gentle kisses. He looked up at Ian again, all laughter gone. “Use one or two more fingers in her, Ian, the same as stretching a woman’s cunt. You’re too big to go in before she’s ready.” He looked back at Dolores and smoothed the back of his fingers down her cheek. “I think I like her too much to rush this. I want her, I want this.” He closed his eyes and leaned over Dolores’ shoulder so his face was close to Ian’s chest and breathed deeply. His forehead rested on Ian as he kissed Dolores’ ear. “Am I making sense anymore? Christ, I’m hurting for you. Hurry Ian, hurry.”

Ian needed no more encouragement. He pressed another finger into Dolores and

slowly scissored them, stretching her. She sobbed and clutched Derek, kissing his neck, his cheek, blindly seeking his mouth. He gave it to her and swallowed her cries as Ian worked her ass.

“Now, now,” Ian panted, pulling his fingers out. Derek grabbed Dolores’ thighs

and lifted her, spreading her ass cheeks in the process. Ian placed his cock at the tight rosebud there, finding his way by touch. He started to enter her, but Dolores started shaking her head.

“No, no!” She pushed away from Derek with her arms and pulled away from Ian’s

embrace.

Ian fell back on the bed. He wanted it, but he wouldn’t force her. “All right,

Dolores, all right.” He watched in confusion as she turned to him. “
Mira me
,” she said, but Ian didn’t understand. She leaned over him and quickly took his aching cock in her mouth.

“Oh God,” he groaned, his hand burying itself in her hair as she used her lips and tongue on him. She was licking his hard length, making him wet and slick.

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She pulled back and pointed at his cock. “
Mira aqui
,
si
?” she said. He shook his head, uncomprehending. She ran a finger down his cock and pulled it away to show him the wet residue of saliva and Ian suddenly understood.