Free Full House by Jess Dee

desire, not increase it. Hmm, maybe it had killed her lust. Maybe that explained the flutters in her belly and the short gasps that seemed to have replaced her breathing function. Why else would the sight of Max watching Trev and her leave her speechless?
    Or maybe it was more. Much more. Maybe this whole scenario was a silent power struggle between her and Max. A battle to see who Trev desired more. A struggle for dominance. Without saying a word, they fought over Trev. And in this position, with Trev’s hand buried between her legs, Grace held all the power. Trev was hers.
    Or was he? If he was hers, Trev wouldn’t continually bring up Max’s name. Wouldn’t fantasize about Max while seducing Grace. His sole focus would be on her.
    And could she be in a real position of power when one man watched as another finger-fucked her? When every lick of common sense drained from her body, and she allowed the man to finger-fuck her?
    The man who liked other men. The man who liked the other man in the room. The other man, who gazed at her now with eyes bluer than the sea and—
    “Oh, God!” The exclamation burst from her lips.
    He freaking bit my nipple.
    A gentle bite, maybe, but a bite nevertheless. A nip that scraped the tip of her breast through her shirt and bra, sending flames of desire ripping straight up her spine and back down again.
    “Mmm,” Trev mumbled. “So soft. And lush.” He bit her again, sending pulses of shock skittering through her nerves. “Max is all muscle. You’re all gentle curves.” He licked at the cleavage exposed by her low-cut shirt. “Both of you…delicious.”
    Her breath came in uneven spurts. Max was all muscle, all right. And every bit of that muscle strained now. Anger? Or restraint? The muscles in his chest and arms were not the only ones bulging. The thick ridge of his erection was clearly outlined against his dark blue jeans.
    Was Max about to lose his temper, or join Trev?
    “I want him here now,” Trev muttered. “Your pussy in this hand.” He stroked inside her, so gently, so tenderly, so seductively tremors began to build. “Max’s cock in my other hand.”
    Grace froze, even as the tremors increased. Her gaze caught Max’s and held.
    “I’d love to jerk him off while I finger you.”
    This had to rate as the most bizarre scene of intimacy she’d ever encountered. While one man had his fingers buried in her pussy, she shared a secret, knowing look with his lover.
    It shouldn’t be so arousing. So titillating. Shouldn’t make her belly tumble with desire or her pussy clench with delight, but damn it, it did.
    “No!” Trev’s impassioned denial jerked her attention back to him. “I want to suck you. Both of you. Together.” Trev nodded against her breast. “Suck him, then lick you. Lick you, then suck him. Taste you both. Let your come mingle on my tongue.”
    He nipped at her breast again and stroked his thumb over her clit.
    Sensation overwhelmed her. Her pussy clamped down around his hand, trapping him, as wave upon wave of pleasure slammed into her.
    “Yes!” Trev cried. “God, yes. Come for me, Gracie. Come all over me.”
    She did. Couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t hold back the bliss that swamped her. Couldn’t tear her gaze away from Max. Watched him watching her climax. It only made her come harder.
    Her juices dripped from her lips, drenching Trev.
    “Max,” Trev rasped, “fuck, she’s coming. All over my hand.”
    Holy crap. He knew!
    “Fuck with a capital F.”
    Max’s mouth curved into a small smile. A knowing smile. A smile so damn sexy a fresh wave of spasms flooded her pussy.
    “Max?” Trev hadn’t lifted his head.
    “Yeah?”
    His voice was deep. A baritone that vibrated across the room, down Trev’s arms and through his fingers. The fingers buried in her pussy.
    “Get over here. Now. And get rid of those jeans.”
    Uh-uh. No way. Grace had not just heard what she’d just heard. It had to have been a hallucination. An