Heat of the Moment
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“Come on, Shelby,” Carson murmured. “I want to see you lose control.”
Within moments he got his wish, because it was pretty darn hard not to lose control when these two men were driving her mad with their tongues. With Carson sucking on her aching ni**les and Garrett licking the hell out of her, Shelby exploded. Her orgasm seized her body in a rush of blinding pleasure that had her crying out uncontrollably. The room spun, the mattress sagged, the air became too thick to breathe as she shuddered on the bed from ecstasy she’d never even thought possible.
She whimpered, trying to wiggle away from Garrett’s unwavering tongue but he gripped her hips with his hands and kept her in place. Continued to finger her and suck on her clit until the world tilted again and a surprising second orgasm tore through her.
Oh God.
When the waves of release finally ebbed, she could barely move. She heard the sound of Carson’s soft chuckle against her br**sts, Garrett’s ragged breaths against her pu**y, and wondered if it was supposed to feel this good. God, why hadn’t anyone ever told her how good it would feel to have two men make her come?
“You okay?” Garrett asked with a touch of humor in his voice. He lifted his head from her thighs and sat up, lightly stroking her stomach.
“I’m…great.” She blinked herself out of her orgasmic trance, noticing that he still had his cargo pants on. “Take those off already,” she complained.
Without addressing her grievance, he pulled a condom out of one of the many pockets lining his pants. Flicking the square packet at his friend, Garrett said, “I’ve only got one.”
A tiny pretzel of disappointment knotted in her belly. As appealing as she found Carson, he wouldn’t have been her first choice as the winner of the one-condom raffle.
But she didn’t voice her frustration, not wanting to shatter any macho egos here.
Carson easily caught the condom that had been thrown to him and then uttered words that had her disappointment dissolving into delight. “There’s a couple in my wallet.
Think my pants are somewhere in the living room.” He grinned at Shelby as if to remind her she’d been the one to dispose of those pants.
“I’ll grab ’em,” Garrett said, then disappeared out the door.
Shelby stared after him, admiring the way his pants hugged his sexy ass. The moment of admiration was brief, though, because the next thing she knew Carson was covering her body with his.
He kissed her, and gone were those lazy kisses he’d been giving her when Garrett had been sucking on her clit. Carson’s tongue filled her mouth and then he drove his c**k into her without warning.
That first thrust stole the breath out of her lungs. A small moan found its way out of her mouth, reverberating against Carson’s greedy tongue.
“God, Shelby, you’re so tight,” he muttered.
His rough, erratic pace drove her wild and she arched her hips to take him in deeper.
God, this felt fantastic. Was it wrong that it was this damn fantastic? She’d been lusting after Garrett for so long that the way her body responded to Carson Scott almost felt like a betrayal.
But Garrett didn’t seem betrayed as he walked back into the bedroom. He paused in the doorway for a second, watching as Carson f**ked her, and then finally, finally, Shelby saw him start to unbutton his pants.
She tore her mouth away from Carson and watched as Garrett approached the bed again, pulling down his zipper as he walked. She couldn’t unglue her gaze from him, mesmerized by each small movement. His hands pushing his pants down. His fingers on the waistband of his black boxer briefs.
Watching her watch him, he slowly removed the boxers, smiling faintly when her eyes widened. His c**k jutted out, long and thick and rock hard. Bigger than the c**k currently pumping inside her.
“Like what you see?” Garrett asked gruffly.
She managed a nod, her mouth too dry for her to speak. Then she moaned, because Carson had slowed his pace and was teasing her body with deep, leisurely thrusts the way the sight of Garrett’s erection teased her eyes.
Garrett moved closer to the bed, his dark eyes so unbelievably intense that Shelby felt the first swells of orgasm flutter to the surface. She sucked in her breath, her inner muscles clamping over Carson’s cock. She was seconds away from losing control again, and Garrett obviously knew it because in the blink of an eye he was on the bed, kneeling in front of her and parting her lips with his erection. His tip slid into her mouth and the masculine taste of him was all it took.
Shelby exploded again.
“Jesus,” Carson groaned. “Keep squeezing my c**k like that…yeah, Shel…just like that.”
She couldn’t seem to stop moaning, the sounds muffled against Garrett’s dick. As shockwaves of pleasure rocketed through her body, she lapped at him with her tongue, his husky groan only heightening each wave of her orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Carson hissed, his fingers curling tightly over her hips.
She opened her eyes in time to see his features grow taut, his eyes glaze over with sheer bliss. Carson pushed into her, once, twice, his thrusts erratic, and then he exploded too.
She felt him shudder from the climax and she had to pull her mouth away from Garrett’s c**k in order to smile. She’d driven guys to climax before, but Carson’s orgasm brought her to a level of satisfaction she’d never experienced. He’d doubted her sexual abilities when he’d called her vanilla, and she wanted to shout out from the rooftops that the freckle-faced good girl had just made Doubting Carson come. And come hard. The ragged breaths rolling out of his chest were enough to widen her smile into a full-blown grin.
Within moments he got his wish, because it was pretty darn hard not to lose control when these two men were driving her mad with their tongues. With Carson sucking on her aching ni**les and Garrett licking the hell out of her, Shelby exploded. Her orgasm seized her body in a rush of blinding pleasure that had her crying out uncontrollably. The room spun, the mattress sagged, the air became too thick to breathe as she shuddered on the bed from ecstasy she’d never even thought possible.
She whimpered, trying to wiggle away from Garrett’s unwavering tongue but he gripped her hips with his hands and kept her in place. Continued to finger her and suck on her clit until the world tilted again and a surprising second orgasm tore through her.
Oh God.
When the waves of release finally ebbed, she could barely move. She heard the sound of Carson’s soft chuckle against her br**sts, Garrett’s ragged breaths against her pu**y, and wondered if it was supposed to feel this good. God, why hadn’t anyone ever told her how good it would feel to have two men make her come?
“You okay?” Garrett asked with a touch of humor in his voice. He lifted his head from her thighs and sat up, lightly stroking her stomach.
“I’m…great.” She blinked herself out of her orgasmic trance, noticing that he still had his cargo pants on. “Take those off already,” she complained.
Without addressing her grievance, he pulled a condom out of one of the many pockets lining his pants. Flicking the square packet at his friend, Garrett said, “I’ve only got one.”
A tiny pretzel of disappointment knotted in her belly. As appealing as she found Carson, he wouldn’t have been her first choice as the winner of the one-condom raffle.
But she didn’t voice her frustration, not wanting to shatter any macho egos here.
Carson easily caught the condom that had been thrown to him and then uttered words that had her disappointment dissolving into delight. “There’s a couple in my wallet.
Think my pants are somewhere in the living room.” He grinned at Shelby as if to remind her she’d been the one to dispose of those pants.
“I’ll grab ’em,” Garrett said, then disappeared out the door.
Shelby stared after him, admiring the way his pants hugged his sexy ass. The moment of admiration was brief, though, because the next thing she knew Carson was covering her body with his.
He kissed her, and gone were those lazy kisses he’d been giving her when Garrett had been sucking on her clit. Carson’s tongue filled her mouth and then he drove his c**k into her without warning.
That first thrust stole the breath out of her lungs. A small moan found its way out of her mouth, reverberating against Carson’s greedy tongue.
“God, Shelby, you’re so tight,” he muttered.
His rough, erratic pace drove her wild and she arched her hips to take him in deeper.
God, this felt fantastic. Was it wrong that it was this damn fantastic? She’d been lusting after Garrett for so long that the way her body responded to Carson Scott almost felt like a betrayal.
But Garrett didn’t seem betrayed as he walked back into the bedroom. He paused in the doorway for a second, watching as Carson f**ked her, and then finally, finally, Shelby saw him start to unbutton his pants.
She tore her mouth away from Carson and watched as Garrett approached the bed again, pulling down his zipper as he walked. She couldn’t unglue her gaze from him, mesmerized by each small movement. His hands pushing his pants down. His fingers on the waistband of his black boxer briefs.
Watching her watch him, he slowly removed the boxers, smiling faintly when her eyes widened. His c**k jutted out, long and thick and rock hard. Bigger than the c**k currently pumping inside her.
“Like what you see?” Garrett asked gruffly.
She managed a nod, her mouth too dry for her to speak. Then she moaned, because Carson had slowed his pace and was teasing her body with deep, leisurely thrusts the way the sight of Garrett’s erection teased her eyes.
Garrett moved closer to the bed, his dark eyes so unbelievably intense that Shelby felt the first swells of orgasm flutter to the surface. She sucked in her breath, her inner muscles clamping over Carson’s cock. She was seconds away from losing control again, and Garrett obviously knew it because in the blink of an eye he was on the bed, kneeling in front of her and parting her lips with his erection. His tip slid into her mouth and the masculine taste of him was all it took.
Shelby exploded again.
“Jesus,” Carson groaned. “Keep squeezing my c**k like that…yeah, Shel…just like that.”
She couldn’t seem to stop moaning, the sounds muffled against Garrett’s dick. As shockwaves of pleasure rocketed through her body, she lapped at him with her tongue, his husky groan only heightening each wave of her orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Carson hissed, his fingers curling tightly over her hips.
She opened her eyes in time to see his features grow taut, his eyes glaze over with sheer bliss. Carson pushed into her, once, twice, his thrusts erratic, and then he exploded too.
She felt him shudder from the climax and she had to pull her mouth away from Garrett’s c**k in order to smile. She’d driven guys to climax before, but Carson’s orgasm brought her to a level of satisfaction she’d never experienced. He’d doubted her sexual abilities when he’d called her vanilla, and she wanted to shout out from the rooftops that the freckle-faced good girl had just made Doubting Carson come. And come hard. The ragged breaths rolling out of his chest were enough to widen her smile into a full-blown grin.
