Free Gordon, Solara - Jet Lag Blues (Siren Publishing PolyAmour) by Solara Gordon

introduced her to anal play and sex, she’d embraced another side of her pleasure. A little pain and play stoked the heat higher on many levels.
    A deliciously wicked image flashed through her mind making her squirm more and dampening her panties quite thoroughly.
    Her version of a Val sandwich raised the odds that both guys were going to end up touching each other and get her double-dipped.

Chapter Thirteen

    Val squeezed her ass twice, flexing her cheeks against Mason. His sharp hiss raced down deep into her belly. Hearing and feeling his reaction threatened to break what concentration she had.
    “Keep it up, and I’ll cream all over your hot crack, darlin’,” Mason ground out through clenched teeth.
    “Oooh, as delish as that sounds, I’ve got something else in mind.” Val leaned back and patted his cheek. “Keep your mind on that action cuz I’m coming back to it.”
    She rose and brushed her lips over Mason’s. “You and I have a French kiss to finish.”
    He started to speak. “I thought—” She pressed her fingers against his lips. “Ssssh. Darryl’s turn.”
    Val turned to Darryl. Crooking her finger, she motioned him to come to her. “You and I have a kiss to finish, too.”
    Darryl snuck a quick glance at Mason. His hands rose as he shrugged. “Dude, don’t let your cock get soft for lack of attention. Thinking about you keeping yourself hot and ready to pleasure Val turns me on.” He grinned and rose. “Damn, maybe I’m an exhibitionist.”
    Val’s throaty laugh and once-over gaze spoke more than words where her thoughts centered. “Ah, so two hard cocks ready to take you turns you on?”
    She nodded, her eyes glowing, and a quirky grin curled her lips.
    He moved around the table and Mason, stepping closer to her. “You want a mutual strip—”
    He raised his arms. “Your pleasure awaits.”
    Val reached out and grabbed the hem of his first shirt.
    “Easy on the uniform.” He closed the space between them. “One piece at a time.”
    Licking his lips, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
    His shirt tightened around him. Val must have more clenched in her hands.
    “Hey, I need this later,” he murmured, his lips still on hers. He slid his hands between them, sliding toward hers. “Help me take it off.”
    Darryl pulled back and rested his forehead on hers. Her gaze matched his. Neither broke eye contact as he slowly worked the shirt free from her hands.
    Covering her hands with his, he worked them up the front of the shirt toward the collar. “Maybe Mason should join us.”
    He glanced to where Mason sat, confirming his interest.
    Mason swallowed hard and met Darryl’s eyes. Watching him and Val was hot. Hotter than he expected. Darryl’s smile and nod toward Val punctuated his statement.
    Mason scooted the chair away from the table and rose. “A mutual strip—hhhhmmmmm—hot stuff.”
    He sidestepped Darryl and moved around Val, pressing close to her side. “How can I help?” He leaned down and nipped her neck.
    Val arched her neck, and a low moan escaped her lips.
    “Shall I help you with your robe?’ Mason slipped his hand over Val’s wrist, lightly trailing his fingers across the inside of her wrist.
    “How about you help her with my shirt? She seems to be all thumbs.”
    Darryl hunched one shoulder, then his other. “These tight sleeves are hampering our progress.”
    Mason paused as he carefully searched Val and Darryl’s faces. Neither appeared hesitant. Val grinned and kissed him. Darryl shrugged and spoke. “Anytime, dude. These sleeves are tight.”
    Mason kissed Val and touched Darryl’s shoulder. “Sure it isn’t your swelled ego or too much steam heat?”
    Darryl’s snort and grin eased Mason’s apprehensions. Sharing two women at the same time or in the same bed was different from one woman taking on each of them separately as they lay close by each other. A lot more touching up close and together made sense and peaked his curious voyeur