Jethro lifted her leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to the juices easing from her body. His groan vibrated against her flesh a second before his tongue plunged inside her.
She could feel him licking, drawing more pleasure, drawing more heat to his devouring lips. And Mac. His kisses were destroying her, flying through her as his tongue pumped into her mouth with the same dominant force that Jethro’s tongue pumped into her pu**y.
She was being consumed, and the pleasure was killing her.
“We need her on the bed.” Mac tore his lips from hers to growl the order to Jethro. “Now, damn it.”
Jethro’s response was a snarl, but his lips eased from her aching folds, his tongue giving a farewell lick to her cl*t that had her crying out at the impending orgasm that raced through her.
Her wrists were released, though, and as she was lowered to the bed, her hands found the nearest raging erection.
“Sweet mercy.” Jethro’s body tightened as her lips covered the throbbing head of his cock.
His body tightened, his h*ps jerking forward as her lips, tongue, and mouth sucked him in.
He tasted like the night. His c**k felt like silk-encased iron, his balls drawn tight beneath it. And Keiley used every trick Mac had taught her to erode his control while Mac’s hands eased over her quivering body.
The fingers of one hand gripped the straining shaft, while she calmed his balls in the palm of her the other, her fingers working over the straining flesh of each portion of his body.
She licked beneath the head, then sucked him deep as she worked her tongue along the straining flesh. Blood was pumping, throbbing beneath the skin, making it steel-hard, sensitive.
“She has you.” Mac’s chuckle was rough. “Once that hot little mouth gets hold of you, you’re a goner.”
Jethro’s hands were in her hair, tightening, tugging.
“Spank her. Let me watch her ass blush.”
Keiley moaned. A second later she cried out around the hard flesh filling her mouth as Mac’s hand landed on her rear.
A second later, it rose between her thighs, a light little tap to her pu**y exploding through her senses. Another to her rear. Back between her thighs. Jethro’s hands were tugging at her hair, and Keiley was fighting to keep the pressure on his c**k as too many sensations began to invade her body.
She was so wet that the soft slaps to her pu**y only heated her further, made her want more. Need more.
“I want her waxed.” Jethro was panting. “Soon, Mac. I want that pu**y waxed.”
“Do you know what that would feel like, Kei?” Mac’s voice whispered at her back. “Your pu**y bare and soft as silk when I do this.” His hand landed on her again, slapping against the damp curls that shielded it.
She would be bare. Nothing to soften the small spark of heat between his hand and her flesh. She moaned at the thought.
“Fuck, stop playing around, Mac,” Jethro snarled. “Distract her before I lose it.”
The head of his c**k jerked, spilling a small amount of se**n onto her hungry tongue. Behind her, she felt Mac’s fingers spreading her rear, and a second later a kiss so destructive she jerked back.
Jethro’s c**k slid from her lips as she tried to pull away, trying to reach back, to push him away.
“Come here, sweetheart.” Jethro caught her, easing her to the bed as Mac continued to lick along the narrow crease between her rear cheeks.
“Mac!” Her cry was shattered as they laid her out across the bed, on her side. Mac’s hand lifted her leg, holding her beneath the knee, opening her to him further, and he was taking full advantage.
“Oh God! Mac. What are you doing?” She heard the shock in her voice when his tongue found the small opening and began to rim it with lightning strokes of his tongue a second before it plunged inside her.
She tried to jerk away. She drove her h*ps forward, pushing her cl*t straight into Jethro’s waiting lips.
“Suck my dick, Kei.” His voice was strained. “Do it now.”
Her head shook, her eyes opening, dazed, nearly unfocused as she felt the broad head of his c**k touch her lips, press forward.
She opened on another cry as two fingers stroked inside her pu**y and drove the last fragments of thought from her mind.