Five Ways 'Til Sunday by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online Page A

she knelt on the seat.
    He flipped up her skirt and ran his hands over the warm spots he’d left on her cheeks, a reminder that she’d better obey or he’d punish her again.
    “I’m gonna roast in hell,” she muttered, bending over Gus’s lap. “Damn, I don’t even know where to start.”
    “Don’t choke yourself,” Jackson muttered.
    Gus for his part tried to keep his expression neutral, but as soon as her head lowered, his lips puckered and he blew noisily. “Som-bitch.”
    Jackson’s smile was tight and mean, but he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He gave himself a stroke then centered the tip on her slick entrance. Her lips were drenched, swollen—hot against the crown of Jackson’s cock. With one foot on the ground outside and leaning over her back, he plunged inside.
    Marti gave a muffled shout.
    “Holy fuck!” Gus’s laid his head on the seat, closing his eyes.
    A good thing because now Jackson could concentrate on giving Marti everything she needed without the dampener of being watched.
    His strokes were steady, measured, drilling for her liquid lust. Clutching the back of the seats to his left and right, he flexed to drive deep again and again, his own arousal sharpening with every clench and convulsion of her inner walls.
    Wet slurps and mewls arose from Gus’s lap. Sounds Jackson had enjoyed often. He knew they vibrated up and down his friend’s cock, and the memory of the sensation, coupled with the slippery heat he sank inside, had him growing harder, his cock expanding until the skin felt stretched and his balls were solid, painful stones.
    Marti’s head bobbed up and down. Gus’s hand clamped on the back of her head and forced her deeper. She gurgled then drew a deep breath through her nose and waggled her head. A sure sign she’d loosened her jaws to take him deeper.
    “Fucker,” Jackson rasped.
    “Lucky dude,” Gus said, flashing a smile, his eyes opening and looking a little dazed. “Can I?”
    “You're wearin’ a condom. Go for it.”
    Marti huffed but continued to bob, her hands making moist sounds as they wrapped around Gus’s shaft and stroked him.
    Jackson scooted his knee closer and jerked harder against her, no longer worried about what he might sound like. Gus could tease him to the End of Days, and he didn’t care. Grunting with exertion, he slammed hard into her pussy, moving her forward and back. Pleasure spiraled, tightening his thighs, his balls, hardening his dick until he was at the brink of exploding.
    He reached around her waist and glided his hand toward her mound, slipped a fingertip into the top of her folds and toggled back and forth.
    She gurgled again and made a muffled bleat.
    His lips drew away from his teeth in a tight, fierce smile. “Do it now, baby. Come now!” He pinched her clit and slammed home one more time, and then swirled his hips because he could feel the slick pleasure surrounding him, the deep rhythmic ripples.
    She sobbed and worked her way up and down Gus’s shaft, her motions urgent, awkward, but it mustn’t have mattered at that point, because Gus gave a loud groan and lifted his hips and her, driving upward into her mouth. Jackson held on, swirling, tunneling, then felt his balls erupt. Pleasure blinded him.
    All their movements slowed. Breathing deepened, steadied. Jackson pulled Marti’s hips snug against his and held her, keeping them pinned together by the waning strength of his erection.
    Marti raked back her hair and pushed off Gus’s lap, leaning back into Jackson’s embrace as he glided his hands soothingly over her breasts and lower belly.
    Gus cupped one side of her cheek, gave her one of his lop-sided grins, and then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “I think you earned both bills, baby.”
    She gave him a mock-slap against his shoulder and snuggled deeper against Jackson’s chest. “Damn straight, I did.”
    Holding Gus’s amused stare, Jackson bent toward her ear. “Check two off that list,