Sean looked pacified, if not pleased.
“Come here, Gen,” Sean coaxed softly. He pulled her over to the bed, pausing to unbutton his shirt and whip it over his shoulders. Genevieve stared at his naked torso. It was a sight she’d fantasized about . . . hungered for. His muscles struck her as succulent. They flexed as he removed his shirt. She could perfectly imagine sinking her teeth into the hard, rounded flesh of his shoulder. His golden-hued skin seemed to carry the sun around in it. It gloved his delineated abdomen muscles tightly. He wasn’t deeply tanned, living in Chicago, but she imagined his skin would soak up the sun’s rays thirstily.
His gaze leapt up to meet hers when she reached out and placed her fingertips on the scar above the belt of his low-riding tuxedo trousers.
Max cradled her hip. She felt the heat emanating off his body. The tip of his penis brushed her bottom. Arousal stabbed at her pussy but doubt also flickered through her awareness.
“Shhh,” Sean soothed. He bent his head and kissed her once softly. She went willingly enough when he pulled her onto the bed. He lay on his back and she straddled his hips. Sean put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her down to him. He kissed her cheeks and her nose and her brow, taking his time. She was more impatient for his kiss, seeking him out with fevered lips . . . so hungry.
So desperate for Sean’s taste.
She felt Max move behind her on the bed. Sean’s hands transferred to her jaw as Max positioned her hips to receive him.
Sean’s mouth settled on hers in a possessive kiss at the same moment that Max drove his cock into her pussy. He consumed her cries of pleasure, voraciously swallowed her moans as Max fucked her.
Her head swam as a friction mounted in her flesh. Sean’s essence overwhelmed her. Ruled her. Sensations mixed and melded in her desire-drunk brain. It might have been Max’s cock in her, but it was Sean mastering her at that moment, releasing her desires, setting them free.
“Touch me, Genny,” he said next to her seeking lips a moment later.
She didn’t need coaxing. Her hands were all over him, wild for the sensations spread out before her like a tactile feast. Her lips followed her eager fingers, charting the planes and ridges of muscle and bone covered in thick, smooth skin. His shoulder muscle felt every bit as succulent between her front teeth as she’d imagined it would.
“Genny,” Sean hissed. His fingers delved into her hair, holding it back off her face so that it didn’t get in the way of her explorations. Max continued to fuck her, stoking her fires higher and hotter.
Sean grunted in dissatisfaction when she tried to reach an erect nipple with her mouth, but was brought up short because of their positioning.
“Move her back on the bed,” Sean said. Max paused in his thrusts and withdrew. Genevieve gave a little squeak of surprise when he tightened his hold on her hips and buttocks and slid her knees down on the slick duvet.
Her face hovered over Sean’s belt. He reached down and began to unbuckle it.
“Down just a little lower, Max,” he murmured.
Genevieve’s muscles began to tremble again in acute anticipation.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
A
ll the memories of that New Year’s Eve had been branded indelibly into Sean’s brain, but recalling the look in Genny’s eyes when he’d slid the tip of his cock between her lips had never ceased to make him hard and restless.
He shifted uncomfortably in the leather chair, his eyes flickering off the ending credits of the
Andy Griffith Show
over to Genny. She glanced at him, her eyes shiny and wary, and her cheeks bright pink. He stood and went over to the fire.
“Why didn’t you say something about being so hot,” he muttered irritably as he flipped off the switch, quenching the flames.
“What are you so pissy about?” She sounded every bit as uptight as he was.
His eyelids narrowed as he studied her from his kneeling position in front of the fireplace. Her cheeks and lips were even more flushed than they had been before and her face was glazed with a light coat of sweat.
“Are you feeling okay? You look like you have a fever.”
“I’m fine. It’s like you said. It’s too hot in here.”
Sean’d been thinking about going to her. But despite the fact that she’d claimed she was hot, she pulled up the blanket around her in a defensive gesture, rebuffing the advance he’d been considering. He returned to the chair, feeling momentarily defeated. He couldn’t understand what’d got her so tense all of a sudden.
For the time being, it seemed, all he had were his memories.
THREE YEARS AGO
He shoved his black tuxedo pants down around his thighs. His boxer briefs followed. The sight of Genny’s pink tongue whisking anxiously across her lower lip as she stared at his cock caused a pang of desire to go through him. His cock lurched. He wrapped his hand around it, soothing the sharp ache. She reached for him.
“Don’t touch me now. Max? Hold her wrists behind her back,” he said, sharper than he intended. He was sure he’d lose it if he was forced to feel both her hands and mouth on his cock at that moment, and he wanted this to last.
Wanted it to last forever.
She gasped when Max sunk his cock back into her pussy, grunting in appreciation as he did so. Sean could only imagine how hot she was, how tight and sweet. He steadied her at the shoulder when Max gathered her wrists behind her back and resumed fucking her.
Genny stared up at him, her breasts trembling as Max plunged into her body. Sean cringed inwardly when he saw that although her eyes were glazed with desire, uncertainty had entered the stormy depths once again.
“I only want him to hold you because I’m gonna come sooner than I want if both your hand and mouth are on me.” He lifted his penis between their bodies and brushed the cockhead over her lips. They parted. She moaned feverishly when he slicked a stream of pre-ejaculate on her lower lip. “It’s going to feel so good, girl. Slowly now,” he instructed as he slid the head of his cock into her mouth. He ground his teeth together at the sensation of penetrating the tight ring she’d formed with her lips and feeling her humid warmth.
He gathered her thick, silky hair at her nape and bunched it in his fist. When she started to slide him farther into her mouth, he restrained her gently.
“Hold still,” he whispered, his tightly leashed restraint making speech difficult. “I want to give it to you.”
The sound of Max’s pelvis and thighs smacking against Genny’s buttocks grew more rapid . . . more frantic. Max’s movements jostled her, but she held her head as steady as possible as he slid his cock along her tongue. He shuddered in pleasure.
“That’s right, girl. Such a sweet mouth,” he praised. It pleased him beyond measure that despite her obvious desire, she allowed him to control the movements. He flexed his hips, dipping into her delicious heat, before he pulled back, dragging sensitive, stony flesh along her tongue and the ridge of her widely spread lips. Her tongue lashed at the head before he plunged back into her.
She glanced up at him. For an electric few seconds their gazes held as he fucked her mouth.
“Slower, Max,” he said. “I want to savor this, and she’s going to explode at the same time I do.”
His command was terse enough to pierce Max’s increasing excitement. He slowed in his fucking motions. Genny drew on his cock with a steady, mind-blowing suction. He experienced her hunger firsthand, even if she didn’t duck her head down and consume him greedily.
He held her head steady and thrust his cock between her tight lips. He grimaced in both regret and pure pleasure when the tip touched her throat. She calmed her gag reflex as he withdrew, keeping her head motionless. She didn’t look up at him, but Sean sensed her determination. He used his hold on her to gently push her head down. Her suck grew even stronger, telling him what she wanted.
“Nice and easy,” he said as he watched her, only vaguely aware that Max had paused, sheathed all the way in Genny’s pussy, and watched as Sean attempted to breach the barrier of her throat. When he felt the sensation of her throat muscles constricting around his cock tip, he hissed in pleasure. He drew out of her quickly, not wanting to take advantage of the trust she’d put in him by letting him control the movements.
“Gawd, you’re sweet, girl,” he murmured as he resumed fucking her mouth shallowly. “She deserves a little treat for that, doesn’t she, Max?”
Max purred an agreement. Genevieve’s moan vibrated along the length of his cock when Max transferred her wrists to one hand and reached between her thighs with the other. He massaged her clit and began fucking her again. For several rapturous moments Sean’s entire awareness narrowed down to the heat of Genny’s hungry, hot mouth and quick tongue. His thrusts into her humid depths increased until they matched Max’s feverish strikes into her pussy. Her vocal cords vibrated almost unceasingly as she moaned in mounting excitement.
“One more time, girl. Let me in one more time, and then we’ll come together,” Sean promised through clenched teeth. He hissed a curse as she held steady while his cockhead pressed into her throat. The sensation of her squeezing muscles overwhelmed him.
He shouted out as climax ripped through him. His semen jetted directly into her throat before he withdrew, unblocking the passage for her breath. He thrust into her shallowly, the strength of his orgasm verging on pain. He was vaguely aware of Genny’s clamping hold on his cock loosening.
He opened his eyelids.
A spasm convulsed her face as her own climax hit her. A stream of his cum leaked from her lips as he continued to fill her mouth. Max shouted out gutturally as he, too, found his release. Genny closed around his cock again, even in the midst of her own pleasure.
He pushed her head forward and loosened his hold on her hair, granting her permission to move. She ducked her head, the fact that he’d restrained her before seeming to heighten her hunger. She sucked and swallowed everything he had to give her. Sean’s head fell back on the pillow and he grunted in ecstasy when she lodged him deep yet again.
Another shudder of pleasure shook him as he poured his last drops into Genny’s throat.
He lay there and panted for air. Slowly he became aware that the sound of his harsh breath twined with that of Max’s. He could feel Genny’s exhales striking his hip in short, ragged gasps. Her eyes looked dazed and unsure when he leaned up and grasped her shoulders, pulling her on top of him. Her breasts felt soft and delicious pressed next to his heaving chest.
Max moved with her, falling over her body, sandwiching her between them. Sean realized his cock was probably still embedded in her pussy.
He chased away the disturbing thought, brushing the hair out of Genny’s damp face and kissing her temple.
“Okay?” he murmured as he pressed his lips to her hot cheeks. She nodded, but Sean noticed she didn’t meet his eyes. It struck him as ominous, that averted gaze. Was it all over so quickly, then? He hadn’t had near enough of her, and already regret was settling.
He knew what would quiet her uncertainty; what would extinguish his. He drew her head down to him and kissed her softly, coaxing her waning fires back into full flame. When she moaned and slipped her tongue between his lips, his desperate desire swelled. He’d have never guessed he’d just had a thunderous orgasm moments ago.
He slid his fingertips across the exquisitely soft skin at the sides of her breasts. His fingers brushed against Max’s. Sean spread his hands, forming the firm flesh to his palms, claiming those patches of skin as his.
Stupid reaction. Max was her husband, after all. But for right now . . . for these next precious minutes, the laws of nature, not man, would prevail.
Genny was
his.
It barely penetrated his awareness that Max’s stroking hand on the side of Genny’s torso brushed his abdomen and hip, he was so caught up in kissing Genny’s sweet mouth. Besides, her small, caressing hands on his shoulders and along the sides of his ribs captured his attention completely, enflaming him.
When he sealed her lips closed a moment later, he was gratified to see that all the hesitancy in her eyes had been replaced by heat. His gaze flickered over her shoulder to Max. The older man wore a satisfied expression that galled him a little.
“I want her on her back,” Sean said. “Hold her for me.”
Max’s enigmatic eyes sparked with interest.
“No, lay on your back. Lay Genny on top of you,” Sean instructed when the other man started to move toward the head of the bed. Max seemed to understand. He quickly removed the condom, placing it on the bedside table, before he lay down on his back. Max rolled Genny into his arms, her back to his chest.
Sean stood and removed the rest of his clothing before he crawled back onto the bed. Max had leaned up and was kissing Genny’s shoulder. As Sean straddled Genny’s naked body, he heard what the other man was murmuring near her ear.
“It felt so good, love. Your pussy has never felt so hot. If that’s what Kennedy does to you, we’ll have to do this more often, hmmm?” he purred next to her skin as he nibbled at her neck.
Sean cursed mentally when he saw the doubt that crossed Genny’s face, stronger than he’d seen since they began making love. He knew she looked up to Max like a father figure . . . respected him. She had once, anyway. What was she thinking of how Max was behaving?
What was she thinking of Sean? What
would
she be thinking tomorrow, when the heat of the moment had passed?
For a few seconds, he considered stopping . . . calling the whole thing off. But then Max glanced up at him, his eyes hot and knowing, before he grasped Genny’s wrists and pinned them to the bed. The older man shifted his legs, hooking his feet around her ankles, fixing them to the mattress.