Stroke of Luck - Opal Carew Page 0,72

and when he finally drew back, she was breathless.

“Hey, I’d like one of those, too,” Austin said.

He held out his hand, and she grasped it, then he pulled her from the water and onto his lap. The T-shirt clung to her body, showing every curve, including her hard, puckered nipples, the tips jutting out from the cloth like arrows.

Austin claimed her lips, thoroughly exploring the inside of her mouth. Their tongues tangled together as his hand glided up her back, pulling her tightly to his chest. The warmth of his sun-drenched skin was delightful against her hard, cold nipples.

Then he leaned back and admired her body with a grin. “You might as well be naked.”

He ran his hand down her side, his gaze focused on her breasts. He slid back on the deck and set her between his legs facing the pool.

“Yes, a glorious sight,” Quinn agreed.

But Quinn’s view wasn’t blocked by cloth. He could see her naked pussy.

She squirmed a little in Austin’s arms, feeling an ache inside, growing the longer Quinn watched her with those darkening midnight-blue eyes. She liked him looking at her like that, and she opened her legs wider to give him a better view.

Austin’s hands slid down her hips, then along her inner thighs. Heat rushed through her having his fingers so close to her melting folds. He drew her legs wider still.

“I want to see you touch that pretty pussy, Austin,” Quinn said.

“Really? What about you, April?” Austin asked. “Would you like that, too?”

Need spiked through her. “Yes, please.”

Austin’s fingers slid up her inner thigh. Painfully slowly. Sending tingles racing along the sensitive flesh. Finally, he reached the outer folds, and she groaned at the first brush of his fingertip. He teased along the outside. She arched forward, wanting him to touch her slick flesh. When his fingers found the smaller petals and glided over them, she moaned softly.

“Do you like Austin touching you, baby?” Quinn asked.

She froze, not sure what to say. Not after last night.

Austin stroked over her again, and pleasure rippled through her body.

“Tell me,” Quinn insisted. “I want to know.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I love him touching me.”

Quinn smiled. “Good.”

Quinn grasped her calves and drew her forward until her ass was balanced on the very edge of the pool. Austin wrapped his hands around her waist and lowered her a little more.

With a devilish gleam in his eyes, Quinn leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her soft flesh. At the feel of his tongue stroking her, she whimpered. Then he suckled her clit. Very lightly. Teasing her. She arched against him, depending on Austin to hold her steady.

Quinn’s tongue pushed inside her and swirled around, then he glided forward until he was over her clit again. His fingers found her opening and slid inside at the same time as he began to suckle again. She gasped at the exquisite sensations flooding her.

“Oh, yes, Quinn. That feels so good.”

His fingers pulsed inside her as he sucked deeply on her bud. Pleasure swelled quickly, at the same time filling her with a desperate, throbbing need.

“Oh, God, make me come, Quinn. I’m so close.”

He drove deeper into her, pumping faster. His tongue swept over her clit, then he sucked harder. She coiled her fingers in his dark, wavy hair, pulling him tightly to her, then wailed her release.

He kept her in the throes of orgasm, letting it ease off, then intensifying it again with his talented mouth and fingers. Finally, she collapsed against Austin, gasping for breath.

“Well, someone enjoyed her morning wake-up call.”

She stared up at Austin’s smiling face and giggled. “Definitely a great way to start the day.”

Quinn pushed himself from the pool and stood beside her, dripping on the wooden deck.

“Since you recommend it so highly,” Quinn said, “why not give Austin the same treatment?”

Quinn offered his hand, then drew her to her feet. Austin followed as Quinn guided her to the rattan love seat, and she sat down on the thick cushions. Quinn sat down beside her and slid his arm around her, pulling her against him, while Austin dropped his trunks and stood in front of her. Austin’s cock was rigid and pointing to the sky.

She wrapped her hand around it and stroked. His hard flesh was thick and hot. She watched the rising desire in his eyes with satisfaction. She leaned forward and licked his tip, then covered it with affectionate butterfly kisses. Next she softly nibbled the ridge.

“Oh, yeah, sweetheart,” Austin murmured. His breathing was accelerating.

She