Free Mustang Sally by Jayne Rylon Page B

her mouth, he joined her on the upward spiral toward rapture.
    “Hurry, Cobra,” he begged. “I want her to come with me.”
    Sally tried to tell him she wasn’t close enough. She could detect the veins on his shaft creating more defined ridges, and he bulked up. The bad news was unintelligible with her mouth so full, however.
    Just when she thought Alanso would lose control, her attention frayed. Eli inserted two long fingers as far as he could reach. The man above her began to chant her name. Sweat glistened on his chest and bald head. Knowing she inspired this pleasure in him enhanced the motion of Eli’s fingers. They curled inside her, rubbing on a spot she’d never found herself.
    Holy shit.
    He pressed just enough, trapping sensitive nerves between his prodding digits and her pelvic bone. At the same time, he rolled the captive bead ring in her hood across his tongue several times in quick succession. And before she knew it, Alanso was having to catch up to her.
    Without warning, she shattered.
    Eli seemed prepared as he clung to her waist and pinned her where he pleased so he could continue his annihilation of her inhibitions. The immobility also kept her in place for Alanso to plunder her mouth. She shouted around his flesh, using all her spare brain cells to keep from biting him.
    “ Joder !” He grunted. The first splash of his come landed on her tongue. She swallowed, drawing more of his seed from his cock. Sweet. Salty. A potent combination. Mostly because it meant so much to have pleased him. Either of them. Both of them.
    By being honest about what she wanted and how much joy they brought her, they were all winning. Alanso continued to pump jet after jet into her mouth. She suckled his pulsing cock until nothing remained except the traces of his ecstasy. And still her pussy clenched around Eli.
    “Damn, you should feel this, Al.” Their boss continued to pump her slow and steady. “She’s tight and wet and so damn responsive.”
    Alanso sucked in air as if he’d run a marathon. He couldn’t answer Eli. But his gaze told her everything she needed to know when it locked on hers. Allowing her to suckle him, a draw for every clench of her pussy, he stayed until he wilted in her mouth.
    She sighed when he pulled out, leaving her empty.
    Eli glanced between them, smug. “Was that fun?”
    “Hell yes,” they replied in unison.
    “But weird to give a guy a blow job when I’ve never really kissed him before.” She put one hand over her face. “We’re doing this all out of order, aren’t we?”
    Not that she minded much when aftershocks tore through her, causing her to shiver violently.
    “That can be fixed, you know?” Alanso practically collapsed beside her. He pillowed her head on his shoulder, then cuddled up.
    She peeked at Eli and found him sitting on his haunches, straddling their intertwined legs. She’d swear he held his breath when he leaned forward, peering at two of his friends, who were about to make out.
    “I think I’m going to like this part of us.” Eli hummed as he stroked his hand idly over his rigid cock. “You two look hot together. So sexy. It makes me want to cut in on you both but also sit back and enjoy how beautiful you are.”
    Alanso winced a little at the description.
    “Handsome.” She patted his cheek.
    “Thanks, Sally.” He cradled her. From this close up, she could see a measure of contentment in his eyes that had been missing all this time. Until this moment, she hadn’t quite noticed his underlying anxiety—he hid it well. The absence of negative stimuli allowed vulnerability to evaporate and leave only happiness in its place.
    She lifted her face to his. He complied with her unspoken wishes. Not by crushing their lips together and plundering the access she granted. No, he made love to her mouth with his lips and tongue as surely as he’d fucked it minutes before.
    Unlike the guys she’d dated, Alanso didn’t make her awkward. He felt right. Like a