As far as Mac was concerned, Keiley had never been more beautiful than she was now. Stretched out on the stool and the chair, her br**sts arched to his lips and tongue, heat mounting her cheeks and dazed pleasure filling her eyes.
Her arms were arched over her head, fingers digging into the wide cushion that supported her back. Pulling back, he looked down her body, his eyes narrowed as he saw Jethro’s tongue working her swollen, delicate clit. It was enflamed, engorged, throbbing from the erotic kisses bestowed upon it.
Jethro’s cheeks were flushed with his lust, his gaze heavy-lidded as Mac allowed him a view of Keiley’s expression.
“More,” she gasped roughly as she tried to twist beneath Jethro’s lips. “Oh God! Oh God!” Her eyes flared open, locking with his. “Mac! Help me!”
The green in her eyes glittered, flaming like emerald stars in a hazel background. Perspiration dampened her body and desperation twisted her features as she reached for him.
Mac caught her wrists, pushing them back to the cushion as he leaned closer. “Stop fighting it, Keiley,” he commanded roughly. “Let it go, sweetheart.”
Her head thrashed on the cushion, her body tightening as she fought the release Mac could feel building in her body.
“Mac, please—” Her fractured scream had his jaw tightening and his dick pounding.
Watching her like this, seeing the pleasure that transformed her, was almost as erotic as giving her all the pleasure she was receiving.
His lips lowered to a hard, cherry-red nipple to suck and nip at the tight peak. A growling vibration of ecstasy left her throat, the sound felinish and filled with desperation.
“She’s close,” Jethro suddenly snarled, his voice deepened, filled with his own arousal. “Her pu**y is so tight around my fingers it’s like being trapped in vise.”
Mac lifted his head again, his hands caressing over her upper body, his lips lowering to hers for a brief, hard kiss before drawing back.
He wanted to watch her. God help him, he needed to watch her. The forbidden eroticism of the act always pushed a woman’s pleasure higher. It was pushing Keiley’s higher. She was staring back at him, her eyes dazed, her expression tightening as she fought the violence of the orgasm building inside her.
“Mac, we don’t have a lot of time left here,” Jethro warned him, his voice tight. “She’s creaming so hard now she’s flooding my fingers. If she doesn’t come she’s going to lose it.”
“Move,” Mac ordered harshly as he lifted her, pulling her into his arms as he took her place in the chair and forced her to straddle his lap.
She went wild. Mac stared into her eyes as she impaled herself on his dick and surrounded it with a fist-tight friction and a heat that had him snarling with the pleasure.
One hand clamped on her hip as he pinned her to his chest with the other arm, holding her to his shoulder as he stared up at her face. Frantic with sensations she couldn’t contain, crazed with a lust she couldn’t control. She was at her most defenseless now, her body stroked to a pinnacle of pleasure that required more than a soft caress.
She was riding a wave of violent need so intense, so heated that the edge of pain became a craving her body wouldn’t deny her. She was there now. He had felt it when she slammed her body onto his cock, taking him in one deep stroke that normally took several to seat him entirely inside her.
Even now, her pu**y was flexing, fighting to adjust to the impalement, and she was begging for more.
Mac knew the second Jethro’s heavily lubricated fingers began to caress her rear entrance. Her eyes widened, then closed, and a shudder tore through her body as Mac angled his body closer to the edge of the chair to allow Jethro the position he needed.
A second later the sound of a heavy caress landing on her rear had Mac grinding his teeth against the need to come as Keiley suddenly bucked. Writhed.
“She’s blushing so pretty,” Jethro muttered roughly as another hard caress landed. It vibrated through her flesh to Mac’s cock, creating a wave of pleasure that broke over both of them.
He could feel the tightening of her pu**y as Jethro’s fingers impaled her rear. The vibration of the sharp caresses as he spanked her rounded ass, the feel of her coming apart in his arms. The sound of her screams. Screams of pleasure, of hunger, of need.
“She’s opening.” Jethro’s voice was a rough, primal sound. “She’s on edge, Mac.”
On the edge of that precipice that allowed pain and pleasure to mingle. Another heavy caress, a heated spanking that moved over her rear and had her nails clawing at his shoulders.
“Two fingers, easy.”
Mac clenched his teeth together tight as he felt her pu**y flexing, tightening as her anus accepted Jethro’s fingers.
Another erotic slap sounded as Mac stared at her face. Her dazed eyes, her lips parted and damp, swollen with passion and his kisses.
“I need—,” she mewled.
“Three, Mac.”