Free Island Idyll by Jess Dee Page B

feeling her swollen, puffy lips.
    She convulsed again, a kind of aftershock, and a fresh drop of her juice moistened his finger.
    With a groan, Josh put the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.
    Fuck, she tasted incredible. Like blue gum honey and double thick cream.
    If Ben hadn’t been there, Josh would have placed his mouth on her pussy and eaten her out, right then and there.
    But Ben was there, so Josh adjusted the thong until it fit correctly, then pushed the hemline of her dress down until Sienna was once again properly dressed.
    He straightened his legs, still standing behind her, but he kept his distance. If he brushed his dick against her ass, even once, he’d lose control and come in his damned pants.
    Ben sneered at him again, then spoke to Sienna, murmuring in her ear in golden tones.
    Yeah, he might be whispering, but Josh was close enough to hear every word, and the asshole had to know it.
    “I love you, Si,” Ben said and closed his eyes.
    Shit. Even Josh could identify the sincerity in his dulcet voice. Could hear the longing and the affection.
    “I love you too, Ben C,” Sienna told him, her voice hoarse and roughened from her orgasm. Or could it be from her confession? “You know I do.”
    The words stabbed straight into Josh’s heart, blinding him with pain.
    “I miss you. So much. Miss talking to you. Holding you when we sleep. Making love to you. With you.” Ben cleared his throat. “What I wouldn’t do to strip you, right now, feel your naked skin against mine, your juices wetting my finger.” He groaned, a soft erotic sound that made Sienna shiver. “And my cock. I wanna be inside you, baby. So damn much, it hurts.”
    Sienna gave a sexy whimper.
    Jesus, Josh should not find Ben’s words arousing. He should not be imagining Ben inside Sienna. But he was, and the image made his shaft throb even harder.
    What the hell? The dickhead had had eight years to put his cock in Sienna. Josh resented every day of every one of those eight years. Resented every time Ben had been inside her.
    Resented? Hell, he fucking hated it. And yet here he was getting aroused at the thought. Fuckwit.
    “I love watching you come, baby,” Ben said. “Love when you get excited like you just did. I wanna make you come again. Wanna spend the rest of your life making you come.”
    Josh felt an overwhelming need to do exactly the same thing. Keep Sienna in his life always. Keep her happy. Keep her satisfied. Keep her coming, over and over again.
    Him, not Ben.
    No matter how goddamn much the idea of Ben fucking her turned him on, Josh wanted to be the only man making love to her.
    Fuck this. He couldn’t let Ben win. Couldn’t let Sienna walk away when they’d barely had a chance to be together. He wasn’t ready to lose her—they’d only just found each other again.
    With no thought of hesitation, he stepped in close, slid his finger beneath Sienna’s skirt and slipped it straight into her panties.
    Her body welcomed the invasion with a jolt and a shudder. Not for a second did she tense or pull away. If anything, she relaxed almost instantly into his touch, twisting her hips once, enveloping his finger with her pussy.
    As Ben continued to seduce her with his husky voice and romantic promises, Josh fingered Sienna until cream soaked her thong and her breath came in short gasps.
    He fingered her while Ben urged her to return home. He fingered her while Ben spoke about wedding bells and fucking white picket fences. And he fingered her as Ben told her how much he fucking loved her.
    He fingered her until Sienna was convulsing all over, coming on his hand, trapping his finger inside her, holding it there, refusing to surrender it to him. And when her pussy relaxed once again in post-orgasmic lethargy, he fingered her ass, gently. So damn gently, but it was all Sienna needed. Her climax was harder than before, and longer, and Josh wished to God it was his cock and not his finger inside her.
    So focused was Josh