Free Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Peyton Elizabeth

with her juices.
    “Look at those curls, all wet and silky,” Ian murmured, his tongue darting out for a quick taste. It wasn’t enough pressure, and Shea reached for his head, wanting to grab a hold of his hair and bring him closer. He resisted. “This is my time, honey. You just sit back and enjoy.”
    Shea couldn’t help but groan at his words, and was coming to the realization that he enjoyed his time pleasuring a woman. She wrote about men like him, but never imagined she would ever get to experience such attention. She felt him trail kisses on her inner thighs, and her pussy contracted, wanting that attention. Apparently, it wasn’t going to get it anytime soon, because Ian concentrated on everything but her pussy.
    “You have the softest skin down here.” She felt his fingers part her folds, exposing her clit to the air. “And look at that beautiful little button. Do you think I can make it swell more?”
    “Ian—” Shea gasped when he blew air onto it, her hips lifting up on their own accord.
    He dipped his finger into her entrance, but not deep. It was just enough to get her cream and coat her outer folds. Never once did he touch her bundle of nerves that seemed to throb in time with her heartbeat. Looking down at him, Shea saw that he was looking at what he was doing. She was in such a vulnerable position, but not once did she feel insecure about it. If anything, being with him made her feel cherished. The adoration on his face made her feel beautiful.
    “I’ve got to taste you.”
    The words didn’t register because her body had gone from zero to sixty-five the minute his lips surrounded her clit. Going from the cool air to the moist heat of his mouth brought her to the edge immediately. Shea grabbed his hair, not knowing what else she could hold onto. The direct contact on her clitoris after having been ignored was too much, and her body started to tighten.
    “Not yet, honey. I want to enjoy you a little longer.”
    Ian let up on his administrations, and she could have cried out at the loss of contact. She felt his finger slide inside her channel. She wanted to close her legs to keep his digit inside of her, but the position she was in wouldn’t allow her to. He could do whatever he wanted, and apparently, he wanted to drag this out. She wasn’t sure she would survive it.
    “Does she taste good?” Shea jerked in response to Gray’s voice behind her, but Ian kept her from moving.
    Ian murmured his agreement instead of speaking, since his tongue was now lapping at her engorged pearl. He slid a second finger inside of her the exact instant Gray’s hands came around her and molded to her breasts. He rolled her nipples in between his fingers, pinching them slightly harder than she was used to. It was enough to make her pussy clench around Ian’s fingers.
    “Tilt your head back,” Gray ordered, his voice deep with desire.
    She did as he asked and looked up at him, enough light from the kitchen letting her see his hunger. He leaned down and claimed her mouth, kissing her as passionately as Ian had earlier. Between the onslaught of Gray’s manipulation of her nipples and Ian’s on her pussy, Shea’s body was ready to fly apart. They kept her there for the longest time, and it was only when Ian started to stroke that sweet spot deep within her that her body took over from her mind. She went spiraling out of control. Her muscles tightened, and she screamed into Gray’s mouth.
    Ian continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her pussy while he sucked her clit into his mouth over and over again, extending her contractions. Her toes curled, and the muscles in her legs were shaking uncontrollably. As if in tune with each other, Gray and Ian both let up slightly, bringing her back down to earth gradually.
    “That’s a good girl,” Gray said softly. “Let us take care of you.”
    Shea couldn’t have done anything else. Her body had melted to goo, and she was still shaking. She felt Ian’s