Jethro eased lower, spreading her thighs wider, wedging his shoulders between them and revealing the glistening curls to Mac’s gaze.
His friend’s eyes lifted, a question in them. Mac grimaced in rising lust. Watching this, having the chance to watch Keiley’s pleasure, knowing that the intensity was greater for the extremity of the act, had his own pleasure spiking higher.
He could watch her. Gauge her response. See her coming apart and know that the pleasure she was receiving was greater than any he could give her alone. He wasn’t sharing her. He was giving to her.
He nodded slowly to Jethro, finally answering the question in the other man’s eyes. They had done this so many times before that Mac felt a shimmer of amusement that the other man would ask permission to continue at this point.
But once that permission was given, Jethro didn’t hesitate. With his thumbs he parted the soft folds, revealing the glistening pearl-pink flesh saturated with sweet female syrup. It was thick, sweeter than candy, slick, and Mac knew that the fresh, soft scent of it would make Jethro crazy.
The other man loved eating pu**y. He loved the taste, texture, and exciting heat to be found only between soft thighs and aroused folds.
His head lowered, though he was careful to make certain Mac could see every lick, every promise he gave to the trembling flesh.
Keiley’s cl*t was swollen now, glistening nearly red with the aroused fervor whipping through her. Jethro rimmed it slowly, then closed his lips over it and suckled with delicate greed as one hand moved lower.
“Oh God! Jethro!” Keiley cried out, her head whipping from side to side before her eyes suddenly jerked open and she tensed, her eyes moving to him.
As though she had just realized she had screamed another man’s name.
Jethro didn’t ease in his caresses. Mac watched the battle on her face, the fight to stare back at him versus the need to close her eyes and let herself fly.
“Let go,” he whispered, moving closer to her, kneeling on the bed to touch her cheek, his thumb whispering over her lips. “Let me see you let go. It doesn’t matter whose name you scream, baby. We’re both here.”
Her h*ps jerked, arched. Mac gritted his teeth against the hunger tearing him apart. He knew what that meant. Jethro’s fingers were filling her, stroking inside her, f**king her with slow, sweet strokes as she began to shake with the need to release.
“I know what he’s doing to you,” he told her as she stared back at him, helpless. “He’s f**king that tight pu**y, his fingers filling it, burning with the grip you have on them.”
Her lips parted with breathless pleasure as he glanced down her body once again. Jethro’s eyes were closed, his tongue dancing around her straining clit, licking, drawing the heated syrup to his lips until it clung to them with glistening sweetness.
Mac lowered himself to the bed, his arm going beneath her neck, holding her head to his chest as he continued to watch. Watched the sweetest pu**y in the world as it creamed for Jethro’s mouth. Watched as her cl*t disappeared inside the other man and, seconds later, she screamed his name, jerking, writhing as Mac held her to him, feeling her orgasm ripping through her.
“I need her.” Jethro jerked to his knees and tucked his c**k against the fragile folds of Keiley’s slick flesh.
Jethro pressed her legs further apart, opening the plump lips further to reveal the dark pink flesh hugging the tip of his cock.
With one arm Mac held Keiley close as he stroked his own dick with his other hand. Son of a bitch, he was going to be lucky to last until she came again.
He was going to be lucky to last until Jethro buried fully inside her.
He was working his c**k in, the head disappearing, then reemerging, slick and glistening with her inner juices before disappearing again.
Keiley’s sharp little teeth bit into his chest as he watched Jethro wedge inside her a little deeper with each stroke.
“Ah God. She’s so f**king tight.” Jethro breathed roughly. “So hot. So tight. God help me.” He impaled her farther, pulled back, the sweet juices clinging to his c**k like threads of damp satin before he penetrated once again.
It seemed to take forever. With each stroke inside her Mac’s fingers tightened on his cock, stroking it, feeling the blistering heat of her pu**y through memory alone.
Jethro felt his soul rocking. He stared at where he was penetrating Keiley, barely half-impaled, and he was ready to release. He could feel the pr**cum welling from the head of his c**k before he suddenly stilled. He stared at the na**d length of his erection that he had yet to bury inside her before his gaze jerked to Mac.
The knowledge that he wasn’t wearing a condom was in the rueful, amused glimmer of his friend’s eyes.
Jethro swallowed tightly. God, if he had to pull free and sheathe himself, lose the feeling whipping through his dick, he would die.
“I’m protected,” Keiley said breathlessly. “I won’t get pregnant.”
His h*ps jerked, driving full-length inside her as he felt agonizing, clenching pleasure tighten his balls and rip up his spine.
“Ah, f**k!” he groaned.