Double Time
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There was a knock at the door. “The temp agency just called. I have to go fill in for a night shift,” Ethan said. “Are you two going to stay in there all night? I need to take a shower.”
“Roommates,” she murmured in annoyance.
Trey didn’t think Ethan was so bad. He kind of wished Reagan would let Ethan join them. She kissed Trey and then tugged out of his grasp so she could shut off the water. The fluffy blue towel she grabbed from the shelf above the toilet did a lot to hide her distracting curves and give Trey enough sense to step out of the tub. He didn’t even bother with a towel, just followed her out of the bathroom knowing the faster they reached her bedroom, the quicker he could get her back into his arms.
Ethan grunted in annoyance as they passed. When he closed the bathroom door behind him, Trey heard him say, “What in the f**k are these doing in the tub?”
“I think he found your jeans,” Reagan said with a laugh.
The smile she delivered over her shoulder pushed the last shred of control beyond Trey’s reach. He grabbed her around the waist, lifted her several inches off the ground, and carried her to the bed. The towel dropped to the floor as he tumbled her onto the mattress. He stared down at her in the lamplight, giving his eyes a moment to feast on her beauty. A woman’s body was a work of art. One to be explored and appreciated. Every curve, every valley, every freckle a treasure to discover. Every nerve ending a challenge to ignite with pleasure. Now, where to start? There wasn’t an inch of Reagan he didn’t want to get to know intimately.
She lifted both arms in his direction. “Come here.”
He grinned. “I’m still enjoying the view.”
“I think it’s time for my close-up.”
Trey climbed onto the bed with her, kneeling at her side. She scooted toward the center of the bed to give him more room. He caught her hand and drew her knuckles to his lips. That was where he’d start. The part of her that had first drawn his interest. Her talented hands. Trey massaged her palm with both hands as he nibbled and suckled her fingertips. He licked and blew. Kissed and caressed her hand as if there was nothing more desirable than her fingers, her knuckles, her palm, her wrist. He watched her reactions, taking note of the things she liked best. Sharp nips to the flesh at the base of her thumb made her suck in excited breaths. Flicks of his tongue to the center of her palm caused her to squirm. Suction at her fingertips made her back arc slightly off the mattress.
“Trey,” she whispered, her face flushed with desire. “Aren’t you going to make love to me?”
“I thought that’s what I was doing.”
“You know what I mean. I want you inside.”
“You’re not ready yet.”
“Yes,” she groaned. “Yes, I am. I’ve been ready all day.”
“You just think you are.” He lifted her hand and placed it on his belly. “Touch me. Show me what you like. Not to give me pleasure, but what part of me feels best beneath your hand.”
She slid her hand down his belly and reached for his cock. He’d known that’s what she’d go for first because she was impatient and hadn’t really internalized his instructions.
She stroked him gently from base to tip. “Does that feel good?” she asked him. “Or do you like a firmer grip? Tell me what you like.”
“Later,” he promised. “This is about what you like. What does it feel like in your hand?”
“Hot and smooth. Firm. I like the way the skin moves beneath my hand when I stroke it.”
“Is there any part of me that you like to touch more?”
She shook her head.
“How do you know? You haven’t touched me everywhere yet.”
Her brow crinkled. “I’ve never met a guy who liked to be touched anywhere but his cock. Wouldn’t you rather just get down to business?”
“This is how I do business.” He decided the back of her knee was the next location he wanted to explore. “Lost your chance. My turn again.” He rolled her onto her back and moved to kneel between her ankles. He stroked the skin behind each knee. Lightly at first, which made her giggle, and then with more pressure. He lowered his head to kiss, lick, and suckle the back of one knee and then the other. When she started squirming, her succulent ass caught his attention. That was next on his agenda. He slid his hands up both thighs and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. He massaged her ass roughly as he trailed gentle kisses up the back of one thigh.
“Oh,” she gasped when he reached one cheek and sucked as much of it into his mouth as possible. He continued to massage the soft globes of tissue as he feasted—kissing, sucking, biting, licking until she was writhing on the bed below him. He flicked his tongue over her anus, once again wishing he had his stud piercing in his tongue. Next time they made love he’d show her a few tricks. “Wait!” she gasped brokenly.
“Wait for what?” he murmured. He flicked his tongue over the same spot and she shuddered. “Does it feel good?”
“W-weird.”
“Do you like it?”
“I-I don’t know.”
He licked her there one more time and then slapped her ass. She tensed and then surprised him by hooking an arm and leg around his body and tumbling him onto the bed beside her. “I have to have you, Trey.”
“You don’t like to be touched?”
She shook her head. “I love it. I want to do the same to you. Explore every inch of you with every inch of me, but I need this.” She grabbed his cock. “And I need it now.”
“I need a condom.”
Reagan scrambled from the bed and retrieved the condoms from the nightstand. She didn’t seem to notice that her bedroom door was open or that Ethan was standing there in his towel scowling, but Trey did.
Trey watched Ethan while Reagan tore open the condom and unrolled it down his length. He still hadn’t decided if he should alert Reagan to her roommate’s presence or allow him to enjoy the show when Reagan straddled him and directed his c**k into her heavenly warmth.
“God, I’ve never needed f**ked so bad in my life,” she said between clenched teeth. She rode him hard.
“Never?” Ethan grumbled.
Reagan paused and glared at Ethan over her shoulder. “Get out of here.”
“I won’t be home until morning. Be sure to lock all the deadbolts before you go to sleep.”
“Trey’s here. I’ll be fine. Stop worrying so much.”