Free Sharing Hailey by Samantha Ann King Page A

rested her hands on the band at his hips then pushed the briefs down over his ass to the tops of his ropy thighs. He wasn’t smooth like Tony. But he’d trimmed. With her fingers, she skimmed the cropped, crisp hair surrounding his balls. He stood as still as one of those Greek statues he resembled, except for the jerking of his cock. She pressed her lips to one nipple, and he sucked in his breath. Her lips drifted across to the other and she licked it, tasting. Sweet.
    The bed dipped beside her, jostling her, and she stiffened to keep her balance. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Tony on his knees. He disappeared behind her, but his thighs straddled hers. Hailey dragged her tongue down Mark’s chest, over his belly, pushing his briefs further down his legs until they reached his knees and dropped to the floor. Her cheek brushed his cock, and she turned her head to kiss the smooth shaft.
    Hands—Mark’s or Tony’s or both?—pulled her shirt over her head, interrupting her attention to his cock. But when the shirt was gone, she reveled in the feel of her breasts swinging free as she took Mark’s shaft between her lips and sucked. She remembered his comment about her breasts. Impulsively she released his cock and cupped her breasts then captured his smooth length between them.
    “Ahh, fuck, Hailey.”
    Exactly what she’d had in mind. She slid her breasts up and down the smooth silk of his shaft, his abdomen skimming her nipples, tickling and teasing.
    “No more,” he gasped, pushing back at her shoulders so she toppled against Tony’s chest.
    Tony caught her easily and sat with her back nestled against him, his cock riding her spine. His bent legs bracketed her hips and thighs. His warmth enveloped her. She was amazed at how natural this felt, being with two men. Kinky? No. Sexy? Yes. How could she not feel sexy with Mark’s gaze eating her up? Loved and cherished? With Tony holding her so protectively, murmuring endearments and words of love? Definitely.
    Tony reached over her shoulder, a condom between two fingers. Mark yanked it out of his hand, ripped it open, threw the wrapper on the floor and rolled the condom over his cock. Then he grabbed her shorts and panties and jerked them off before crawling up between her legs. His gaze refused to release hers, and the intensity of it stole her breath. Her sensual languor abandoned her as he wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips off the bed. Grasping the globes of her ass, he pressed the tip of his cock against her. His heat seared her even through the condom. She watched him slip inside. Slowly, almost as if he were teasing her. Or maybe he was savoring this first time. His expression was pure bliss. Finally, he filled her completely.
    “Do you have another one in you?” Tony asked, his voice a tickling murmur in her ear.
    She shook her head. Her record was three in one day with the help of her vibrator. And that was okay. Because knowing they both wanted her, both loved her, that was better than any orgasm.
    “I don’t believe you,” he replied. His hand slipped around her hip to her clit. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
    His touch was perfect, light and slippery with her juices. It was nice, but she was more interested in watching Mark as he began a slow thrust, his cock long enough that it touched her womb.
    His lips thinned into a tight line. Now, his expression seemed more pain than bliss. His jaw clamped tight. The muscles and veins in his neck strained. In contrast, his lids relaxed at half-mast.
    She glanced down to their joining, captivated by the sight of Tony’s dark fingers slowly circling and Mark’s cock sliding in and out. To her surprise, that elusive tickle fluttered. And the possibility of another orgasm had her reaching for it.
    She closed her eyes to focus. Her harsh, rapid breath and whimpering cries filled her ears. She rolled her head back and forth against Tony’s chest. The tickle sharpened. She