Free Mustang Sally by Jayne Rylon Page A

the satisfaction of knowing someone else suffered the bite of arousal with her. Suckling him would help her check her rocketing blood pressure too.
    Being with Alanso always soothed her. There were lots of times they’d sat, quietly, staring at the fishpond in Tom’s garden or watching paint dry on one of her projects. They didn’t have to talk to enjoy each other’s company, though they did plenty of that too.
    “Like this?” Eli flitted along her collarbone with his mouth, tasting her skin as he teased.
    “Lower,” she repeated.
    He obeyed in his own way, forcing her to admit to them both what she secretly craved. His mouth worked the slope of her breast, drawing ever nearer to the peak and the piercing there. When he bit and tugged just a little, a trickle of arousal squeezed from her pussy.
    The spot where she truly craved his handiwork.
    “Lower, lower, lower,” she chanted as he kissed first her ribs then her belly and finally the spot just above her mound.
    “Please, Dios .” Alanso shivered above her, painting her knuckles with a smear of pre-come.
    She released him long enough to sample the fluid, and him, for the first time. “I swear I can taste that dried pineapple you’re always eating.”
    He gurgled when she devoured a second helping of him. “You’d better get down to business there, Cobra. I’m waiting exactly seven more seconds before I get my dick in her mouth. I’ve dreamed about this for too long to stop on the brink.”
    “Like this?” Eli humored them both.
    The instant his mouth settled on her pussy, she squealed.
    Alanso took advantage of the opportunity to insert his cock into her mouth. She surrounded him with her lips, welcoming him to her body, hoping he understood her open invitation. The weight of his thickness on her tongue, combined with the sweetness of him, acted like a drug on her.
    She closed her eyes and drew on his cock as if it was a pacifier while Eli employed every trick in the book. Hell, he invented a few she’d never heard of to ramp her up. Flicks, circles and taps of his tongue had her eyelids fluttering closed. Her toes curled in the silky sheets and her hands sought her men out. With one palm she cupped Alanso’s balls, holding him in place as she laved him from beneath. The other hand was filled with Eli’s head and short hair as she pinned him to her body.
    Arcs of her hips had her riding his tongue. She wasn’t afraid to take what she desired from them. With another man she would have tried to be patient, let them exert their dominance. With her Hot Rods, she didn’t have to tone herself down. She could be liberated. Undomesticated. And they would still tame the Mustang in her easily.
    They made her feel dainty. Girly. And all woman.
    Eli teased her piercings—the rings on either side of her pussy and the discreet barbell through the hood of her clit. She moaned around Alanso’s shaft, making him groan too.
    “This one isn’t for decoration, is it?” Eli stopped pleasuring her long enough to ask about the captive bead ring at the apex of her slit. “It’s functional, right?”
    “Uh-huh.” She wasn’t about to stop sucking or she’d be screaming the house down beneath the added stimulation of Eli’s fingers, which prodded her opening while his mouth returned to investigating the merits of her piercing.
    It didn’t take him long to figure out that sliding it up and down stroked her clit and drove her absolutely insane. Verging on painfully arousing, the stimulation required some distraction to bear for any length of time when activated directly. During intercourse, it provided that little bit extra she’d often needed to get off hands-free with an average lover.
    Somehow she doubted Eli or Alanso would need such tricks. But the insurance couldn’t hurt. Oh no, it did far nicer things than cause her pain.
    Her suction on Alanso became irregular. He didn’t seem to mind, adding tiny pumps of his hips to keep the friction going. Fucking