Free Twice the Bang by Delilah Devlin Page B

butterflies were back.
    “Guys don’t like licking deodorant,” Jenn said.
    Marti gave Jenn’s shoulder a playful push. “Guys wouldn’t mind so long as you let them lick anything else they want.”
    They laughed, which was what the guys heard as they opened the door.
    The moment Marti pushed Pansy out in front of her, every male in the room stood. They wore towels wrapped around their waists. Their hair was still wet.
    Billy’s blond hair stood in spikes. Beau’s handsome bald head gleamed.
    Pansy sucked in a deep breath and took another step. Her heart pounded harder than it had when she’d been running for cover on the field.
    Mondo cleared his throat, drawing her attention, and then unwrapped his towel to let it drop in front of him. His tanned body was magnificent, as always. His dark gaze commanded. He raised a finger and then pointed to the floor in front of him. “I claimed first rights. Billy and Beau conceded.”
    Pansy’s gaze flew to the two men. She found quiet interest gleaming in Beau’s dark gaze. Billy stood with his arms over his chest, his mouth set in a firm line.
    But since he wasn’t objecting, Pansy stepped forward, dropped into the soft puddle of Mondo’s damp towel and bowed her head.
    “Show them both how talented your mouth is,” Mondo said softly.
    “Billy already knows.”
    Beau cussed under his breath.
    Pansy slid him a sideways glance. “You had your chance, but you chose to christen my kitchen table.”
    There was laughter around her, but then she felt a tap land on the top of her head. She tilted up her face to meet Mondo’s hard stare.
    And without another word, she cupped his balls with one hand, gripped his shaft and took him into her mouth.
    Warm and steamy and smelling like soap and Mondo’s own fabulous musk, Pansy lost herself in the pleasure of giving Mondo what he wanted. He stood still, not his breaths or a quiver giving away what he thought, but she felt his growing interest. Yes, indeed she did.
    His cock expanded slowly, stretching her lips, filling her to the point she had to breathe through her nose. While she fondled his stones and bobbed toward his crotch, she let her mind grow still. Let go of the excitement of the past hour and her joy at playing like a kid with all of her new friends.
    Here in the warmth of the cozy lounge area, with soft lighting from lamps on end tables and the silence of those who gave her all their attention, she let her own body blossom.
    Her breasts hardened, the nipples tightening to hard little beads. Her pussy grew engorged, moisture seeping to wet her channel and then her lips.
    She swayed forward and back, her eyelids drifting down, her lips suctioning around the thick shaft of the powerful Dom as he combed his fingers through her hair. Gentled by his touch, she sighed.
    Mondo cupped her chin and slowly withdrew, then he bent and kissed her mouth. “Have fun,” he whispered.
    She gave him a blazing smile and then bent her head again, waiting to see what would happen next.
    “We’re a little constrained by a lack of equipment,” Beau said from behind her.
    Equipment. Apparently they’d improvised. Furniture moved around her. A long, low coffee table was moved in front of her by Jackson and Craig. Then Jenn moved in, placing a folded blanket on top of it.
    Craig stepped forward and helped her up, using his hands to show her he wanted her to lie down.
    When she was on her back, Craig stood at the foot of the table and gripped the blanket, sliding her down until her legs hung over the side and her ass was at the edge. Then he pushed apart her thighs and knelt.
    Jenn and Aiden knelt on either side of her, and Pansy glanced from side to side as each caressed her breasts and Craig bent over her pussy to give her a long, thorough lick.
    “Holy shit,” she whispered. Yes, she’d known everyone got involved in these things, sharing the moment like it was a rite of passage, but she didn’t know how she’d stand it. The fingers