Free Genetic Attraction by Tara Lain

reached out to pick a speck of flaky crust from his lip, and he grabbed her hand and slowly inserted her finger into the wet warmth of his mouth. Heat shot through her. Oh God, that tongue. As if she needed any reminders. Roan continued to suck her finger in and out of his mouth, green eyes gazing at her languidly.
    Catching the mood, Jake scooted his chair a little closer and slipped his hand onto her thigh, smoothing his fingers over the worn denim and the hot-and-bothered flesh beneath.
    She felt her breath hot in her throat. “I gather lunch is over.”
    Jake leaned in and nuzzled her ear while his hand slipped between her thighs and pressed on her clit. Shit. How was it possible to be so horny after this morning?
    It proved what they said about how having sex made you want more, and, man, did she want more.
    “Let"s get out of here,” Jake whispered.

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    Roan grabbed the check and hurried to the counter to pay while Jake propelled her from her chair and out the front door, setting land speed records. Roan came out and met them at the Lexus. He nodded to Jake. “Your turn in the backseat.”
    He opened the door and guided her inside, following after. She reached for Jake before he was even settled and was vaguely aware of the car starting to move as Jake grabbed her and pulled her into a bruising kiss, his tongue doing that wonderful possession thing she loved. Her back hit the seat. Jeans went down. He managed to get the Levi"s around one ankle along with her thong. Damn, she couldn"t get his fly open. He leaned back, unsnapped and unzipped himself, and pulled out that long, rock-hard cock, dripping precum. “Shit, Roan, condom.”
    She heard the glove box open, and Roan"s hand appeared over the seat with two extra-large condoms, which made her giggle.
    “You boy scouts are sure prepared.”
    Jake barely smiled, he was so intent on ripping the package and sliding on the rubber. His gaze was intense. “You ready, baby?” Questing fingers slipped into her before she could answer, and she forgot how to answer. “Oh yeah, you are so wet.”
    He parted her labia with his fingers and guided that raging hard-on straight into her channel. Oh God, it felt so good. He started pumping relentlessly, chanting,
    “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” The friction set every nerve on fire. The car flooded with the smell of musky sex.
    Suddenly the car swerved, nearly knocking them off the seat. Roan cried out from the front seat, “Jesus, you two, this is way too much!”
    Jake kept pumping as the car bumped and rocked and came to a stop. Then Roan was climbing over the seat, ripping at his own fly. He pulled out that supercock and knelt on the floor of the backseat. “Em, baby, please.”
    Oh yes, yes . Roan in her mouth. She turned her head, grabbed the cock, and wrapped her lips around the great head. “Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Yes, that"s it, just like that.”

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    She licked and sucked. Jake"s pummeling fuck pushed her head against the back door of the car, and Roan wrapped his forearm around her to protect her. Fire speared through her abdomen and spread through her limbs as she sucked Roan"s silky shaft in and out of her mouth. Some vague part of her mind hoped they weren"t parked in the middle of the expressway.
    Jake"s steady thrusts began to degrade, and his chanting got louder. He was going to come, but she knew there was more where that came from, so she was in no hurry. “Oh shit!!” he cried and kept thrusting, head thrown back, eyes closed as he shuddered through his climax. When the thrusts began to slow, he leaned over and kissed Roan wildly. “Make her come, darling.”
    Roan slipped his hands under her arms and pulled her up while he moved onto the seat, his giant erection sticking up toward the roof. She helped him slip on a condom, and he settled her on his lap, cock sticking up between her ass cheeks.
    Gotta get him in. Gotta come.
    She pushed up and positioned the