Free Summer Wine: Taste of Seduction, Book 1 by Jess Dee Page B

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    “Jesus,” Angus gasped. “Never felt anything like it.”
    “So fucking good,” Blake whispered. “Better than good.”
    Lily couldn’t respond. She had neither the breath nor the ability. For far too long she’d tried to ward off her approaching orgasm. Tried to pretend she wasn’t on the verge of exploding. She couldn’t do it anymore. Didn’t want to. Not with Blake moving inside her. And Angus moving inside Blake.
    Lily simply gave herself up to the pleasure. Instead of fighting it, she welcomed the heady spin into paradise, welcomed every exhilarating thrust of Blake and Angus’s hips, luxuriated in the scent of sex filling the air and the pulses in her pussy that she couldn’t contain anymore.
    She groaned beneath Blake, twisted her hips just the tiniest bit—and found what she sought. At this angle, every time Angus drove into Blake, the base of Blake’s cock hit her clit just so. It took three thrusts, maybe four, tops, Lily didn’t count. Didn’t try.
    She just embraced the sensation, gave her body up to the rapture and welcomed the orgasm when it hit.
    And boy did it hit, with the force of a hurricane, sweeping over her with unbridled power. She came hard, her heart pounding, her head spinning and her body filled with untold pleasure. Pleasure that went on and on and on, her pussy clenching around Blake’s invading cock, her cries echoing off the walls.
    Only they weren’t just her cries. Not anymore. Blake gave a hoarse shout, called her name, yelled something unintelligible at Angus, and then he was coming too, pulsing inside her, his cock throbbing in time with her own convulsions.
    Someone’s hand found hers, held tight, and then Angus groaned and Blake shuddered all over again, his low moan vibrating over her, touching every nerve ending, making her more sensitive than ever.
    Her orgasm ended, but her pussy still convulsed, reacting to Blake’s quivering—and Angus’s. And then Blake collapsed on top of her, squashing her against the sheets, and Angus collapsed beside her, heaving and gasping, and Lily closed her eyes and let her body float off with the last splendid notes of ecstasy.

Chapter Five
    Angus stepped from the shower, a sense of foreboding weighing heavily on his shoulders.
    He’d just had the best sex of his life. The best fucking high of his life. But it wasn’t real. Wasn’t permanent. It was a day. That was it.
    He didn’t belong here. Not in the Hunter. Not in the multimillion-dollar hotel, and certainly not with the man and woman so obviously in love with each other. This wasn’t his world. It was theirs. They fitted in as seamlessly and effortlessly as the vines that grew outside.
    He dried himself, wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out the bathroom. The scene that greeted him only confirmed what he already knew.
    Lily lay in bed, laughing, while Blake lay on his side next to her, feeding her grapes.
    Nope, not grapes. Maltesers.
    She ate greedily as Blake teased her about her shocking eating habits, yet ironically seemed more than content to feed the very habit about which he complained.
    Oh, yeah. They belonged together. Looked right together. They should have been lovers for years already. Anyone could see they were meant to be. The perfect couple.
    He found his jeans and boxers and pulled them on. It was time to go. Time to get his ass out of here. Leave the two friends alone to discover each other in a whole new way.
    Angus suppressed a sigh. Yeah, he might have had mind-blowing sex, but he’d never felt more alone. His fantasies about Lily should just have stayed in his head. He should never have acted on them. Or on his instant, powerful attraction to Blake, for that matter.
    Damn it, where the hell was his shirt? And his shoes? He spotted one runner near the door and would have retrieved it had Lily’s surprised voice not stopped him short.
    “You’re getting dressed?”
    Angus turned to her. She was still beautifully naked and had