Free Sandpipers' Secrets by Jade Archer Page B
Authors: Jade Archer
returning to the removal of Brody’s pants with a cheeky smile on his face.
“As long as it’s a hands-on demonstration,” Brody replied. If this was the start of an affair between the three of them, he had no intention of being simply taken along for the ride. His days of being just pretty scenery and a tight hole to fuck were long, long over.
“I could come at that,” Zak said, reaching down to adjust himself.
“Oh, love!” Lark giggled. “That was terrible.” He finally freed Brody’s cock and began stroking it in long, smooth strokes.
Brody felt another pang in his chest. Oh, God! He was pathetic. Just hearing Lark say the word ‘love’
made him harder and desperate, yet at the same time desolate and jealous. He wanted that, he realised with a shock. He wanted—
Brody shut the thought away with a loud mental clang, sealing it away from his conscious mind. He wouldn’t think about it yet. Not now. Maybe not ever. In this moment, he would think only of Zak and Lark—two of the hottest men he had ever seen in his life, and they wanted him. Even if only for now.
“Open his pants,” Lark whispered, breaking into Brody’s chaotic thoughts.
“Huh?” Brody grunted.
Lark stroked him expertly, massaging and manipulating him so that it was difficult to process Lark’s words.
“Zak looks uncomfortable. Open his pants for him. You wouldn’t want him to hurt himself, would you?”
Lark’s eyes glittered with amusement.
Brody’s gaze tracked to the huge erection distorting the front of Zak’s trousers. It did look pretty painful all wrapped up like that. And so tempting.
Reaching across, Brody very carefully slipped the waist buttons free, but before he could lower the zipper, Zak took care of it himself. Brody understood why when Zak’s long, thick shaft sprang free and slapped into his hand with a soft, velvety bounce. Zak went commando.
Brody wrapped his hand around Zak’s cock and began a slow exploration of the man’s responses as he glided his fist up and down, varying the speed and intensity of his grip. When he rubbed his thumb over Zak’s slit then slipped it down to run under the sensitive, hard head, Zak shuddered and gasped.
“Oh, yeah! Right there, baby.”
Brody’s pulse jumped at the small praise. He did it again and delighted when he got an equally enthusiastic response.
“Come here,” Zak growled, his eyes filled with desire as he reached out and wrapped his huge hand around the back of Brody’s neck and pulled him in for a rough, passionate kiss. The man left no inch of his mouth unexplored by his thorough, questing tongue.
Brody hardly noticed that Lark had stopped stroking him until he felt a scorching, soft, wet caress across the head of his cock. He gasped and broke the kiss with Zak to stare down between their bodies. Lark knelt between them, a small fist wrapped around each cock, his hot, pink tongue bathing and licking around the heads.
“Lark!” Brody gasped, frantically fighting down the urge to come.
Lark looked up at him with an impish grin, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to him. And as Lark’s tongue swiped across his slit again before turning to Zak and doing the same to him.
For long minutes Lark alternated between them, first sucking and licking Zak’s long, heavily veined shaft, then returning to lavish an equal amount of attention on Brody’s. On and on Lark played with them—working them up to a fever point of need before offering lighter, gentler flicks of his tongue so they could regain control. But when Lark began to caress and manipulate Brody’s balls, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please!” Brody said, too far gone to feel embarrassed by the desperate whine in his voice.
Before Brody could truly work out what he wanted or from whom, Lark surged to his feet and opened his own trousers. The smaller man’s cock was long and slender and felt like it burned into him as it came to rest against Brody’s own hard shaft.
“As long as it’s a hands-on demonstration,” Brody replied. If this was the start of an affair between the three of them, he had no intention of being simply taken along for the ride. His days of being just pretty scenery and a tight hole to fuck were long, long over.
“I could come at that,” Zak said, reaching down to adjust himself.
“Oh, love!” Lark giggled. “That was terrible.” He finally freed Brody’s cock and began stroking it in long, smooth strokes.
Brody felt another pang in his chest. Oh, God! He was pathetic. Just hearing Lark say the word ‘love’
made him harder and desperate, yet at the same time desolate and jealous. He wanted that, he realised with a shock. He wanted—
Brody shut the thought away with a loud mental clang, sealing it away from his conscious mind. He wouldn’t think about it yet. Not now. Maybe not ever. In this moment, he would think only of Zak and Lark—two of the hottest men he had ever seen in his life, and they wanted him. Even if only for now.
“Open his pants,” Lark whispered, breaking into Brody’s chaotic thoughts.
“Huh?” Brody grunted.
Lark stroked him expertly, massaging and manipulating him so that it was difficult to process Lark’s words.
“Zak looks uncomfortable. Open his pants for him. You wouldn’t want him to hurt himself, would you?”
Lark’s eyes glittered with amusement.
Brody’s gaze tracked to the huge erection distorting the front of Zak’s trousers. It did look pretty painful all wrapped up like that. And so tempting.
Reaching across, Brody very carefully slipped the waist buttons free, but before he could lower the zipper, Zak took care of it himself. Brody understood why when Zak’s long, thick shaft sprang free and slapped into his hand with a soft, velvety bounce. Zak went commando.
Brody wrapped his hand around Zak’s cock and began a slow exploration of the man’s responses as he glided his fist up and down, varying the speed and intensity of his grip. When he rubbed his thumb over Zak’s slit then slipped it down to run under the sensitive, hard head, Zak shuddered and gasped.
“Oh, yeah! Right there, baby.”
Brody’s pulse jumped at the small praise. He did it again and delighted when he got an equally enthusiastic response.
“Come here,” Zak growled, his eyes filled with desire as he reached out and wrapped his huge hand around the back of Brody’s neck and pulled him in for a rough, passionate kiss. The man left no inch of his mouth unexplored by his thorough, questing tongue.
Brody hardly noticed that Lark had stopped stroking him until he felt a scorching, soft, wet caress across the head of his cock. He gasped and broke the kiss with Zak to stare down between their bodies. Lark knelt between them, a small fist wrapped around each cock, his hot, pink tongue bathing and licking around the heads.
“Lark!” Brody gasped, frantically fighting down the urge to come.
Lark looked up at him with an impish grin, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to him. And as Lark’s tongue swiped across his slit again before turning to Zak and doing the same to him.
For long minutes Lark alternated between them, first sucking and licking Zak’s long, heavily veined shaft, then returning to lavish an equal amount of attention on Brody’s. On and on Lark played with them—working them up to a fever point of need before offering lighter, gentler flicks of his tongue so they could regain control. But when Lark began to caress and manipulate Brody’s balls, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please!” Brody said, too far gone to feel embarrassed by the desperate whine in his voice.
Before Brody could truly work out what he wanted or from whom, Lark surged to his feet and opened his own trousers. The smaller man’s cock was long and slender and felt like it burned into him as it came to rest against Brody’s own hard shaft.