Free Love Under Three Titans by Cara Covington

tentative first-kiss kind of kiss. Her heart fluttered, just a little. Richard’s flavor definitely appealed to her. The sensation of his mouth on hers felt nicer than nice. Oh, yes, it really is simple . Maggie felt herself relax, and let herself lean into him just the tiniest bit.
    His tongue stroked her lips, and without thought, almost instinctively, she opened her mouth to his unspoken demand. Kevin had let go of her right hand, so she anchored herself by placing it on Richard’s shoulder. He tightened his arm around her and brought her closer to him. The heat of him compelled her, and she went.
    His tongue circled her lips then delved deep.
    Shock and heat and arousal swirled up and around her and pulled her down, down to where there was nothing to hang on to, nothing but the need, the utter need for more and still more. Pleasant? Sweet? No, this was a raging inferno of desire, of sex uncovered and raw, and Maggie knew she was lost.
    His tongue, so silky and hot and sly, stole her will so that she could only slide hers with his, she could only taste as she was being tasted, and could only devour even as she felt herself being gobbled down.
    Her heart raced, and everything within her shivered and quivered in joy and excitement and life-altering discovery.
    The heat of passion rose up in her, compelling her to close the distance between them so that she pressed against the hard planes of his body, so that she could try, somehow, to drench herself in him.
    Slowly, gently, Richard cupped her face and eased his lips away from hers, and she nearly cried out with the loss of contact. He pulled back from her, just a few inches. Maggie forced her eyes open and had to blink as the world came level and reality returned.
    “Christ, you’re hot. Jesus, Maggie, you almost made me come in my pants.”
    “I did?” She had? Imagine that. She guessed the moment called for some comment, but damn, she couldn’t think of a single word to say.
    A hand on her left shoulder turned her slightly. Richard let go of the hand he’d held, and she felt herself being turned, ever so slowly, until she faced Trevor.
    “Hello, sweet Maggie.” Trevor’s breath caressed her lips, and Maggie felt her eyes flutter closed even as she told herself this kiss couldn’t possibly be as mind-blowing as the last.
    She was wrong.
    Trevor tasted different, and the sensation of his mouth on hers wasn’t the same as his brother’s. Yet the heat, the swirling vortex of desire that swamped her and pulled her down, felt identical. His tongue boldly possessed hers. Maggie’s slid and danced, tangled and caressed with his. More and more bone-melting pleasure filled her until she wondered how her knees could possibly support her.
    Warm and wicked, wet and wonderful, Trevor’s mouth on hers enchanted and aroused. The world tilted and changed and became just the four of them. How could it be that she felt steeped in this man yet totally aware of the other two standing mere heartbeats away?
    Heat surrounded her, filled her, and made her hunger for dark and devilish delights. She reached up with her hand and petted Trevor’s face, a caress both tentative and sincere.
    Maggie felt a wall of heat against her back, and the press of solid, male muscle. Even as Trevor weaned his lips from hers and used his hands on her shoulders to guide her, she was moving, turning completely around, and reaching for Kevin.
    “Come here, baby. Give me some of your passion.”
    Maggie soared with the realization that she did, indeed, have passion to give. She opened for Kevin, her tongue tangling with his, drinking him in as eagerly as he drank her. She felt free, free and alive and needy. Joyously, and without even an ounce of guilt, Maggie didn’t give a thought to anything but grabbing as much of this heat, this pleasure, as she could.
    Her nipples turned painfully hard, and for the first time ever she felt moisture gather between her legs. The fanciful thought that her pussy wept