Free Full House by Jess Dee Page B

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    Grace licked her lips, wondering how it would taste. Salty? Exciting?
    It would likely poison her.
    Well, probably not. But it should poison her. It should poison anyone whose thoughts dared drift in the direction hers had. Anyone who dared stroke herself while two men played in front of her eyes.
    Liquid trickled down her thigh and she caught it and rubbed it over her clit.
    “Ah, fuck,” Max wheezed. “I’m coming.” His hips bucked unevenly. “Trev, I’m coming.” He bucked once more and stilled with a long howl. He clasped Trev’s head close to his groin, so close Grace could not see anything. Well, nothing except the rhythmic bouncing of Trev’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed. And swallowed again. And then again.
    And then Max was yanking at his hair, pulling him up and kissing Trev, full on the mouth. Tongues tangoed before her eyes, lips meshed, masculine groans filled the air.
    Max dropped suddenly. His mouth engulfed Trev’s cock.
    Now it was Trev rocking his hips, frantically fucking Max, his breath escaping in low pants.
    As Grace watched, fascinated, Max licked his middle finger, the whole finger, and before her eyes, placed it between Trev’s butt cheeks and pushed.
    Trev lost it. He came too, with a hoarse cry. Semen must have shot from his cock at a rapid rate because no matter how frantically Max swallowed, he couldn’t contain it all. It spilled from his lips, dripping down his chin.
    Grace rubbed her clit frenetically, so horny she thought she might explode.
    And explode she did, when Max straightened, turned to her and kissed her. Kissed her. With Trev’s semen still coating his lips. Never in her entire life had she experienced anything more sinful. More immoral. More…
    More. More. More! Damn it, she just wanted more.
    Even as she came she wanted more, And she got it. Max’s hand joined hers, rubbing her clit, invading her pussy. As one orgasm ended so the next began, and the entire time her pussy clenched and unclenched, Max kissed her. He kissed her until there was not a trace of Trev’s semen left. Together, they consumed every last drop.

Chapter Five
    “Out! Please. Just get out!” Grace’s face was scarlet. She held her skirt tight around her legs, her hands fixed on the hem as though she’d never release it again.
    Max, half dazed from the intensity of the passion they’d all three just spent, stared at her, in two minds. Did he do as she wished and leave, taking the coward’s way out? Or did he stay here, against her wishes, and soothe her rage?
    Hell, how could he make that kind of decision when his brain hardly functioned? He’d just removed his finger from his mouth, and Grace’s essence floated on his tongue. It mixed with Trev’s semen, sugar to Trev’s salt. Her taste was foreign, subtle and so sweet it made him hungry for another taste.
    Christ, his body still reeled.
    The last thing he’d expected tonight was to find an angel living in Trev’s house. Not only had he tasted said angel, he’d watched her come, at least twice. He’d helped her come.
    Max had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but one look at Grace had taken his breath away. It had knocked him senseless, leaving him dumbstruck and immobile. All he’d been able to do was stare, fill his vision with the sight of the loveliest woman in the world. And the sexiest man.
    Watching the two of them together… Even now the thought left his heart pounding and his blood roaring.
    He should despise her. Envy her. But what he felt was so far off from those emotions, it was laughable.
    “Please,” Grace begged. “Go away. Leave me alone.”
    Trev responded to her desperation. He took a step toward her, his arms outstretched, and tripped over his boxers which had pooled around his ankles.
    Righting himself with a shake of his head, Trev yanked up his offending underwear, walked over to Grace and pulled her into his arms.
    “No!” Her objection was fierce. She struggled in Trev’s