Leesa barely noticed the pillow Jason tossed onto the floor by his cousin’s feet. She sank down, and the scent of his sex—hot, clean, Phillip—made her mouth water, her nipples peak, and her own nectar begin to flow.
She raised her gaze to Phillip’s. The way he stared down at her just sent her own arousal soaring.
“Do it.”
Leesa fisted Phillip’s cock. She loved the sensation of his velvety hot flesh in her hand, loved the way it felt when she pumped and he flexed in response. Then she leaned closer and licked that dewy drop off. She took one moment to savor his taste, and then she opened her mouth and sucked him in.
Leesa loved this, loved the presence of his cock in her mouth, the tasty drops he awarded her, and the deep masculine sounds of pleasure that emerged from his throat. She suckled and licked, moving her head and using her tongue to caress his shaft. She finished that motion with a slight caress of her tongue across the top.
With his hands on her head, he combed his fingers through her hair and gripped hard. His hands flexed, releasing and grasping, and that action sent waves of pleasure through her. Leesa closed her thoughts to the world. Only this moment mattered. Only Phillip mattered, and she set out to destroy him—in the best possible way.
The more she pleasured him, the more she felt his tremors and heard his groans, the hornier she became. The sensation of heat on her back alerted her, and when Jason leaned forward and licked her shoulder, she moaned.
“Hands and knees, sweetheart. Your delicious juices are calling to me. Watching you suck Phil’s cock has got me horny as hell.”
“Hands on the floor, babe,” Phillip said. “I’ll protect you.”
Leesa obeyed, releasing her hand from his flesh, bracing herself for whatever Jason chose to do with her.
She understood Phillip’s promise of protection when he grasped his own cock at the base to stop her from taking him too deep, and then he began, ever so gently, to rock his hips. She kept her tongue on his shaft but slackened her lips, forming a soft, pliant circle around his cock. She’d never dreamed she could cede control in this sort of situation, but doing so now, with him, felt natural and right.
Soft kisses on her thighs warned her of Jason’s presence, and she moaned in anticipation. Then Jason gave her pussy a long, luscious lick.
“You taste so damn good to me.”
His words left a puff of warm air on her dripping cunt. Then he moved, and mouth, teeth, and tongue nuzzled and tasted, caressed and suckled and drove her steadily higher. Pops and sizzles exploded, sending electric shocks all over her body.
Mindless, with no desire except for more, Leesa took and she gave. The first wave of her orgasm took her at the same instant she swallowed the first ejaculation from Phillip’s cock.
Chapter Fifteen
Leesa hummed with contentment as their heat surrounded her and their scent and their strength enveloped her.
This is my favorite place in the world to be.
Jason and Phillip cocooned her in the bed, and she nestled in. A tiny sound emerged from her soul, and she thought that, just maybe, she was purring.
“Thank you, baby.” Phillip hugged her then gave her a sweet kiss. “You completely blew my mind.”
“You’re welcome.” Leesa avoided the joke about that having been his mind. Though she did wonder if making love was supposed to have funny—or, in her case, sarcastic—moments.
If the occasion didn’t feel quite right for humor, it nearly cried out for complete honesty. “I really get a lot of pleasure from giving both of you fellatio.”
“Not as much as we do,” Jason said. She heard the humor in his voice. Phillip did, too, if his grin was any measure. Then he winked at her and gave her just a slight nod.
Leesa knew exactly the message Phillip was giving her. She grinned then moved. Rolling over, she gained her knees and looked down at Jason. His face still bore the wet evidence of her most recent orgasm. Bending close, she said, “Wanna bet?” Then she covered his lips with her own.
He didn’t grab her, which told her he had a sense of what she intended to do. He did return her kiss, and man, could Jason Benedict ever kiss! She drank down the flavor of them together and marveled that what once had seemed an unappealing act was now craved, even necessary to her.
She lifted her head and met his gaze. Licking her lips, Leesa relished Jason’s visceral reaction. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and damn if his hot body didn’t get even hotter.
Then she winked and lowered her head once more and began to kiss, nibble, and lick a path down his chest, destination that wonderful hot, hard, and tasty cock she knew awaited her.
Along the way, she paused to lick and then suckle each of his nipples. She grinned at the shiver that overtook him. She swirled her tongue in his navel. Jason made a sound—half growl, have curse—that filled her feminine heart with a sense of accomplishment. In response to that primitive sound, her nipples turned rock hard, and her sex began to quiver. Fresh nectar trickled, announcing that her body was preparing her for her men.
Leesa grinned as she neared Jason’s cock. It was harder than she’d seen it, and the heat pulsing off him sent her waves of his delicious aroma. As always when she inhaled that scent, her mouth actually watered. Inhaling deeply, she took his scent into herself, relishing it. Leesa nuzzled his cock at the base of the curls that nested it, breathing deep and, yes, purring.
“God, woman. You’re torturing me!”
“No, baby. I’m loving you.”
The emotion and the action became one as she lavished a long, slow lick on his cock, base to tip. When she sucked his cock into
