Wild - Jaci Burton Page 0,21

against her. She was soaked, knew she was flooding his hand. But she couldn’t stop the sensations, the way her body responded. And she didn’t want to. She wanted to come and come hard against his hand.

“Please, please touch me.”

“Oh, I’m going to touch you, Abby. All. Night. Long.”

She shut her eyes and gave herself up to the sensation of his fingers probing her throbbing pussy, slipping inside her with first one finger, then two. She felt the pulses as her cunt surrounded him, the sweet contractions of pleasure at the invasion.

Oh, it felt so good to feel human touch against her body again. She hadn’t realized how alone and isolated she’d been the past few years, how she’d come to depend on only her own touch. How much she’d missed a man’s hand against her flesh. Inside her, thrusting slowly, the sweet rush of her juices pouring forth in response.

She moved against his hand, squeezing and releasing, finding a rhythm that would give her release. So lost in her own world of self-pleasure, she almost forgot she wasn’t alone.

She’d spent so much time alone. Way too long.

“Look at me, Abby.”

Seth’s voice, below her, called to her through this haze of ecstasy. She lifted her lids and looked down to see him on his knees, poised between her legs.

“Spread for me.”

Shuddering, she widened her legs. Mike thrust his fingers in deeper, and she let out a panting gasp.

Seth leaned in and fit his mouth over her clit, sucking the hood between his teeth, licking along the folds to capture the tiny pearl that burst with pleasure.

“Ahh, oh God,” she cried, digging her nails into Mike’s arm as she watched Seth’s tongue bathing her with warm, wet, relentless pulses, while Mike’s fingers fucked her with a steady rhythm. She couldn’t take it. Though it was too soon, she couldn’t hold back. She spun over the edge in seconds, tensing and arching her back, shuddering through a wild climax that seemed to come out of nowhere and caught her unaware. Mike held her, forcing his fingers past the tightening muscles of her cunt, continuing to pump her until she was right on the edge again.

But when he pulled out, she nearly cried at the feeling of emptiness. Seth stood, and she was left shaky and alone, half-naked and feeling incredibly vulnerable.

Not for long, though. Seth’s mouth met hers in a tangle of passion that surprised her. Where formerly he’d been slow and tender, now he was forceful and filled with a need that matched her own. He drove one hand into her hair, wrapping his hand into the tangle of curls and pulling her head back, ravaging her mouth with relentless stabs of his tongue. She met him eagerly, fumbling for the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

Behind her, she heard the rustle of clothing, assumed Mike was undressing. When he tugged at her skirt, she didn’t even pull away from Seth’s mouth. A hunger possessed her now, and all she wanted was these men inside her, in any way possible. The soft preliminaries and nice conversation were over. She wanted hard cocks inside her, and she wanted them now.

Mike resisted the impulse to rip his clothes off, but damn if Abby didn’t make the task arduous. The scent of her filled the air around him, his hand covered with her come. He licked it from his fingers. Sweet, tangy, making him want to bury his face between her legs until he heard her soft cries again.

She came fast. When she let go, she really let go. His cock was painfully rigid and ready to go off just listening to her whimper and feeling her cunt tighten around his fingers.

Worthless ex-husband of hers. He’d bet a million the man had treated her like shit the entire time they were married. The guy should have his balls wound up in a rubber band until they rotted and fell off.

Ah, screw her ex, the worthless dickhead. Right now Abby was all that mattered. And getting inside her, every which way possible. He tore off his shirt and unfastened his pants, letting them slip to the floor and kicking them away. Soon he was naked and tugging down her dress, casting it on top of his clothes.

“Damn.” Garters and stockings. Nothing turned him on more. Something about a woman still partially dressed made his balls quiver. He kneeled behind her and swept his hands upward from her ankles to her