Free Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1 by Lena Matthews and Liz Andrews Page B

and forth in an even motion.
    “Jack.” Liv whimpered and arched her hips toward him wantonly. “Please…ohhh.”
    “You enjoying his touch, his mouth?” Greg’s voice drifted into Jack’s consciousness and he waited to hear Liv’s reply.
    “Yes, God, yes.”
    “Share it with me. Tell me what he’s doing.”
    Jack was looking forward to her descriptions as well. “He’s licking, sucking on my clit as he fingers my pussy.”
    “How many fingers?”
    “Two…I think.”
    “Oh, I think you can handle more.” Damn right she could .
    “Hmmm…”
    To Jack’s delight he found he was enjoying the dirty word play. Listening to Liv describe to Greg what he was doing was almost as arousing as him doing it. Never would Jack have imagined how many different ways including someone else in their bed could be a turn-on. He was so ready to fuck her, his cock was leaking precome like a faulty faucet.
    “Would you like that, baby, more of Jack inside you, stretching your tight cunt?”
    “Greg.” Liv arched into Jack’s mouth as she wailed the other man’s name.
    “I think from the way she dug her nails into my thighs, that would be a yes,” Greg said. “Maybe just one more finger to get her nice and full.”
    Part of Jack wanted to remind Greg this was his specialty and he didn’t need a sidekick to get the job done, yet he couldn’t deny the surprising thrill that ran through him at having the other man observe the whole thing. Aroused, Jack pulled his fingers free of her wet snatch then pressed them in again, this time adding another digit to his play. Liv gyrated her hips, fucking his fingers as she had his cock on so many different occasions. The tighter she gripped him, the faster she moved, the more vocal she became, until her moans were louder than the storm outside.
    Unable to hold out against the sight of her writhing body, he flicked his tongue at lightning speed over her engorged nub until she dug her heels into the bed and pressed her cunt firmly to his lips, screaming as her body rocked and shuddered in the aftermath of her release. Impatient to be inside her, Jack straightened, intent on taking her in his arms. Before he could make his move, Greg spoke. “I do believe it’s my turn.”
    “Turn.” Oh right, sharing . “You want to take my place.”
    “No.” Greg moved from behind Liv and rose to his feet. “I want her on her knees, arse up.”
    Jack couldn’t hide his surprise. “Really?”
    “Yes, you wanted to see the move I think she likes the most.”
    Liv moaned and quickly moved into position. One apparently they’d done a time or two.
    “This should be interesting.” Jack couldn’t wait to see where Greg’s talents lay. He still wasn’t so sure the professor had any real sexual skills to speak of, but he couldn’t wait to see for himself if Greg was true competition, in and out of the bedroom. “I like the position already. I can’t wait to see where this is heading.”
    “You’re going to have to do more than see. You’re going to have to participate.”
    It was sounding better and better. “How so?”
    “Tell him, love.”
    Liv turned to face him. Her eyes were glazed with her most recent orgasm, courtesy of himself, but she still had a look there. One of longing for whatever was coming next. “Normally when we do this,” she smiled and looked away, “he ties my hands to the headboard.”
    What the hell? Jack couldn’t have been more surprised if he tried. “Really, Liv?”
    Heat filled her cheeks, but his bad girl nodded, probably too embarrassed to say it out loud.
    “And what does he do while you’re tied up?” Jack stroked his hand up over her bare ass as he questioned her and wondered, not for the first time, how his woman was so able to appear sweet and innocent one minute and naughty the next.
    “Spank her naughty arse, of course,” Greg said.
    God. Damn . “I’m in.” This was something he wanted to see. No. Abso-fucking-lutely wanted to take part