Free Driven by Jayne Rylon Page B

ground against them both—Mark on each forward motion and Sebastian on the reverse. Her torso slithered like a snake as she maximized the contact with the pleasure-inducing bookends.
    Her head tipped back, inviting Sebastian to strain upward to kiss her. Their tongues tangled. She stared into his eyes, hoping he could detect even a fraction of the joy he had gifted her. He smiled near her mouth then nipped her lip as he picked up the pace.
    A tsunami of passion barreled down on her, so tall and strong she feared it might annihilate her. She tried to escape, but running from Mark’s mouth impaled her on Sebastian, and going the other way wasn’t any better. She couldn’t avoid the impending destruction.
    Lynn gasped, prepared to warn the men servicing her.
    “What the…” Sebastian froze beneath her for a heartbeat then hammered her. The hitch in his stride shoved her closer to Mark’s talented mouth, which now vibrated with his ragged moans. “He’s coming. On my leg.”
    The idea of Mark’s hot ejaculate splashing over Sebastian’s furred shin sent her into orbit. Sebastian couldn’t remain unaffected in the wake of their orgasms. His cock plumped inside her, the ridges of his veins amplifying the best climax of her life until she thought she might pass out.
    She screamed, “Bastian!”
    His arms banded around her, sheltering her while every muscle in her body seized and jerked. She crashed through dozens of spasms. The answering shouts, groans and grunts of the two men echoed around her until, at last, they melted into a tangle of arms, legs and shattered inhibitions.
    They didn’t stay that way long. She needed to see Sebastian instead of staring at the curved ceiling. Neither the table nor the floor ranked high on the most comfortable places to lie either.
    Sebastian sat up, helping her to her feet. She whimpered when his soft cock slipped from her juicy pussy. Instead of slinking away from Mark, he extended his hand to help his friend up then grinned.
    Thank God.
    “Next time your chin comes anywhere near my balls, you’re gonna have to shave first. Like fucking sandpaper, dude.” Both Lynn and Mark laughed when Sebastian winced then rearranged his package.
    “Didn’t hear you complaining when her pussy practically squeezed your dick in half. Besides, it serves you right for cheating in our game, you bastard.”
    She stared at Mark, her jaw hanging open. “You knew? Then why…?”
    “It’s what I wanted too.” He placed a sweet kiss on the corner of her mouth. “You were amazing tonight. The best.”
    Sebastian shuddered then took her hand. “Let’s go. Shower time.”
    “Thank you,” she whispered over her shoulder as Bastian led her toward the private cabin.

    Soaking in a garden tub on a jet speeding through the sky didn’t seem as odd as allowing Sebastian—a man she’d just met, a younger man, a man she cared too much about—to tend to the aches dotting her body. Still, she enjoyed the intimacy of the act. She’d watched him rinse his best friend’s cum from his calf before drawing the steamy water for them to soak in.
    Now she lounged between his legs, nestled against his slick chest as he dragged a soapy cloth over her torso. When his hand plunged below the water to wash her pussy, he swallowed so hard she heard it.
    “It’s okay, Bastian,” she whispered. “I’m clean. And I’ve been on the Pill since I was twenty. I don’t know if I could even have children anymore.”
    “I’ve never forgotten to wear a condom before.”
    She turned to face him. His heart pounded beneath her palm. “I’ve never failed to insist on it. So I guess we’re even.”
    “Do you think I’m a poor excuse for a man because I don’t want children? I hear other guys talk about passing on their legacy…” He shrugged.
    The serious concern in his tone coupled with lines of strain she didn’t like seeing at the corner of his luscious mouth. “If it does, then I’m in the same boat. Don’t