Page 7 of Wrangled Up (Menage a Trouble #2)

“Jeezus, she’s coming again.” Christian fondled the tip of his cock. Claire primed him with her throaty cries, and Tucker with his dirty talk.

“That’s it, baby. Grip my fingers with your pussy. Wet them.”

“Ohhhh.” A light dew of perspiration broke out on her hairline. Christian’s mouth watered to taste it—hell, to taste her. After only an hour, he’d explored everything from the hollows of her collarbones to the arches of her feet, but he had yet to put his mouth on her.

His gaze locked on her luscious lips, swollen from Tucker’s rough kisses and from biting them in the throes of passion. Christian longed to cover her mouth with his and just breathe her in for a full minute before drinking her sweetness .

But that wasn’t the role of the third in their games. Usually, Tucker had the woman or Christian did. And on a rare occasion, they penetrated her together.

And God, those times…slipping back and forth against each other through the barrier of the woman’s body… Christian shuddered.

Tightening his muscles, he fought the urge to keep from just throwing himself at Claire—at Tucker—and taking what he wanted.

He rubbed the underside of his shaft, teasing himself into a frenzy.

Tucker lifted his head from Claire’s breasts and met Christian’s gaze. Do it, he seemed to say.

Gritting his teeth, Christian lashed his balls to his body with one hand and jacked himself with the other. Tucker watched him, eyelids drooping, breathing harsh.

When Claire stopped twitching from her orgasm, Tucker slid his fingers from her body and spent a long minute licking them clean.

“Fuck,” Christian said through clenched jaw.

Claire stretched, arms above her head, bare and beautiful. Christian alternately stared at Tucker’s tongue against his hard knuckles and the dark patch of curls on her mound. God, to feel those rubbing against his body as he fucked her deep, then shallow, then deep.

She flicked her fingers, drawing his attention to her face once more. “Come here, Christian. I want to taste you.”

“Holy…” Fuck. Hell, yes.

Tucker fell back onto a stack of pillows, his erection lying against his carved abs, his gaze sharp.

A thread of trepidation wove through Christian.

Touching his friend’s woman might cause more trouble than he was willing to take on.

Would he willingly proclaim Tucker his lover?

Absolutely. Was he willing to dive into Claire’s world, getting to know her quirky mind, what made her laugh and how her lips tasted?

Abso-fucking-lutely. But crossing this boundary drew him up short.

He glanced at Tucker.

That shit-eating grin graced the corner of his mouth. Green light .

Shuffling forward, Christian brought his cock within inches of Claire’s face. She drew a deep breath, eyes closed. Savoring his personal aroma?

“Damn,” he whispered, almost a prayer.

“Take him in your mouth, Claire. He’s leaking for you.” Tucker’s voice hoarsened, a sure sign he was about to burst himself. During their jack-off sessions, Tucker often vocalized how much he loved watching streamers of come ooze from Christian’s cock.

Purposely, Christian gripped the root and angled the head downward. Brushing the plump pillows of Claire’s lips.

A spike of heat rammed deep into his groin. He threw his head back at the pleasure of just feeling her mouth close to his cock. But he couldn’t look at the ceiling for long. He snapped his gaze back to her mouth.

She opened her lips. The glistening pink of her tongue drove him over a line he’d never expected to cross. A raw, animalistic sound spiraled from his chest as Claire clasped his hip and drew him closer. She snaked her tongue out and licked the ribbon of juice stringing from the purple head.

A soft moan sounded from her .

“All the way, sweetheart. Take him into your mouth.”

Claire did as Tucker instructed, opening wide to accept him.

When her warm mouth settled around his head, a shudder tore through Christian. He swayed, his mind boggling. She pressed her lips firmly on the spot just under the head. Then she sank her nails lightly into his ass and jerked him in.

Completely.

He stared down at her, shocked to see her beautiful lips resting against his groin. Her wide gaze met his. Then she pulled back enough to breathe.

“You didn’t tell me…” Christian began but gulped when she sucked in his length once more.

Tucker rumbled with laughter. “Yeah, she’s amazing at deep-throating.” He jerked his hips upward, shoving his shaft through the tight clasp of his fist.

Christian’s mouth grew dry as Claire worked over every inch of his cock, tongue maneuvering in ways he’d never dreamed possible. He cupped her face, finding the soft spots behind her ears, learning the silken whorl of her curls beneath his fingers.

“Bring him off, baby. Just like that. Chris likes the pressure.”

God, only Tucker would know such a thing, and hearing him say it made Christian’s stomach bottom out. In a fury, he churned his hips, sinking himself deep into Claire’s mind-blowingly hot mouth.

She increased her pull on his shaft according to Tucker’s words, eyes wide and trancelike. He’d heard of women who loved blowjobs, got off on the giving, and who could come without anyone touching them. But he’d never seen it in person. Claire might be that girl.

He dug his fingers into her scalp, drawing her closer and then letting her retreat, half in fucking love with her already. The slapping sound of Tucker’s hand on his cock sent a spear of pressure to his balls. In one violent rush, he came. Hot jets of come poured into Claire’s perfect mouth.

Tucker’s groan ripped through the air. At the moment his release claimed him, he and Christian’s gazes locked. Held in a trance of their own .

Twitches of sensation plucked at the nerves of Christian’s body as he came off his high. He fingered Claire’s jaw tenderly, devouring her impossibly long lashes and the spiky shadows they created on her flushed cheeks.

She released him with a soft pop and opened her eyes.

Christian’s Adam’s apple bobbed with the emotion clogging his throat. Would she let him crawl into bed and hold her, kiss her? Would she breathe his name into his ear the way she’d done Tucker’s?

But it wasn’t meant to be.

Tucker hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her so she half lay across his broad chest. He cupped each breast, rolling the peaks between his fingers. “Go down on her, Chris.”

Christian bowed his head, struggling with the need to plunge his tongue deep into her pussy then suck Tucker’s cock to the root, as Claire had just done for him. Alternating back and forth, delivering pleasure to both until they succumbed to ecstasy.

One step at a time. He gripped Claire’s hips and angled her upward, fitting her pussy against his mouth. As her sweet musk mingled with the earthier scents of the man who held her still for Christian, he lost himself—fell into a chasm, mind, body and soul.

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Shivers of pleasure coursed through Claire as she dove head first into the mattress. Arms to the side and mouth filled with cotton comforter, she fought to gain control of her emotions.

Tucker was more tender and giving than he’d ever been with her. An apology for ditching her earlier in the week? Or had he truly missed her and his regret pushed him to show her in brand new ways?

And Christian…that man’s strong, silent presence was slowly picking at her heartstrings. When Tucker had first suggested they share her, she’d thought to only gain as much pleasure as possible. After all, what woman would turn down a chance to be with two deliciously rugged men?

“We’ve killed her,” Christian mused.

Tucker tucked a finger under her chin and stroked the ticklish spot that made her twitch. She jackknifed on the bed, attempting to protect her overly sensitive body from more flicking, licking and stroking.

Then again, she craved it.

“To the shower.” Tucker’s voice was a rough lick to her senses.

She continued to lay still, unable to move. Long minutes passed as she dozed. Finally, warm hands scooped her up.

As her lovers bore her off to the bathroom, she fought to make sense of her emotions. Tucker—she loved. But Christian was a brand new entity. She’d never given herself to two men at once, and her pleasure was blurring the lines in her heart.

She opened her eyes as her feet met cool tile. Christian’s carved body crowded in front of her. He reached into the shower and switched the water on.

“Nothing to strip off.” Tucker grinned. The dimple she couldn’t tear her gaze from flashed on his chin, just off center. A peek at the soft gooey insides of the man, she’d always thought.

Christian turned with a satisfied smile. Steam boiled out of the shower, along with that woodsy scent she associated with Tucker. For a long second, Claire studied Christian. A smudge of five o’clock shadow on his angular jaw dizzied her with memories of him going down between her legs.

She shivered. Damn, had she really done this? Gotten so carried away with Tucker that she’d do anything for him?

I did this for myself. No use lying.

Tucker planted his hands on her hips. She looked down to see the tanned digits against her body. Then he lifted her over the side of the tub and planted her in the shower. They stepped inside too.

“It’s crowded in here.”

Tucker grabbed the soap and held it under the stream. “This bathtub was installed in the 1920’s. Threesomes weren’t that popular then.”

She giggled as Tucker passed Christian the soap. Watching their manly hands work up a lather did things to her insides. Was it possible that she could still want them? After so many orgasms?

Tucker stood in front of her, eyes snapping as he reached for her. She let him press her against the wall of flesh that was Christian and soap her breasts with painstaking thoroughness.

“Those are hardly dirty,” she murmured. Sharp pleasure racked her core.

“Hmm. Here then?” Tucker ran his palm downward to cup her mound.

She squeaked.