Free WILD RIDE by Juliette Jones

pressed between these two hot, wet, magnificent men.
    “You
are so fucking sweet,” Nate murmured into my ear.  “I want to taste you
everywhere, Lacey.  Do you want me to taste you?  Do you want me to kiss every
inch of that luscious, creamy little body?  To make you squirm and cry out and
come so hard?”
    Nate
Walker was some kind of goddamn poet.  I kissed his mouth again, licking the
soft plumpness of his lips.  “Yes.  Yes.  That’s what I want.”
    “That’s
a girl,” Riley said, leaning me back against him, smoothing my hair from my
face.  “Relax.  I’ve got you.  We’ll take care of you.”
    At
this point my body felt foreign to me, drowsy and dreamy yet hyper-sensitive. 
Pulsing and juicy.  Like my flesh was alive with pure fire and honeyed desire. 
Riley supported my upper body, caressing his hands across my breasts, plumping
me.  And Nate positioned my legs, pushing them apart and propping them on his
shoulders so I could wrap them loosely around his neck.
    He
was kissing my thigh and the scratchy burn of his stubble against the tender
skin of my upper thigh was deliciously, lightly painful.  He was so close . 
He would see how aroused I was.  How needy and swollen.  How slippery and
ready.  He would smell my desire.  “Holy fucking hell, you’re
beautiful,” he said huskily.
    And
then it began.  At the same time, Riley’s mouth found my nipple, feeding
softly, pulling in lulling, rhythmic draws, and Nate’s mouth kissed me.  Very,
very gently.  He knew how close I was.  He was teasing me, adoring me, making
me wait.
    “ Nate ,”
I begged.  My plea felt slurred and far away.  I was in a trance of hyper-arousal
so intense that nothing existed beyond this moment, beyond this blooming tide
of feeling that was rising, radiating from Nate’s touch to my belly to my soul.
    Nate’s
strong hands were on my ass, lifting me to his mouth.  My legs were spread and
he was gently parting the cheeks of my ass, fingering me.  I was completely
exposed, open to him.  He touched his tongue to the private cove, digging
lightly, thrusting, pushing soft, zinging sensation into me.  Riley’s mouth and
fingers were on my nipples, pinching and sucking in a dueling, conjoined
rhythm.  And Nate’s tongue moved, licking slowly.  He laved it further up, to
my sex, which he licked open, kissing and licking with lewd, hungry intent.  He
took his time, relishing me with controlled yet feverish desire.
    I
was floating, gliding on the crest of a sexual swell so intense I knew when it
finally crashed, it would change my life.  I’d be a different person after all
this sensation rose together, to peak and break and kill me a million times
over.  Nothing would every be the same again.  Not after this.  This was
pleasure in its purest form.  Deep and dark and absolute.
    Nate’s
mouth grew greedier.  He’d been avoiding the sensitive nub, denying me the
ultimate.  Now he began to circle my pearl with his tongue, getting closer.  My
fingers found his hair and I grabbed handfuls of the wet silk of it, trying to
pull him closer.  But he was relentlessly patient and infuriatingly strong.  He would set the pace no matter how much I clutched or begged.  And so I
relaxed into his measured tempo, which worked in tune to Riley’s languid, wet
feasting.  Nate’s fingers continued to press gently into the cove of my ass,
gliding, circling.  I swooned and rocked against them as Nate gave me his
tongue, thrusting it into my slick pussy.
    “ Nate,
Nate, my God ,” I heard myself moan as he pushed deeper, making love to me
with his tongue.  The wall of pleasure was right there, so close I could almost
taste it.
    The
edges of my climax began to curl and to beckon.  My sex was beginning to
tighten.  The quivering, clenching ache began to build.  But before it could
fully take hold, Nate pulled his tongue from my body, kissing my pussy in
light, excruciating licks.
    “ No,
no .  Please,