Gift of Desire by Samantha Kane, Kate Pearce Read Free Book Online Page B

this, his…and Jeremy’s. Just then Jeremy’s mouth joined his on her sex, his mouth so close to Rhys’, his hot breath washing over Rhys’ lips, and Rhys groaned and shivered at the eroticism of it. And, God, part of the taste of her was Jeremy’s release still there, flavoring her cream, and Rhys was eating them both, as was Jeremy, and Rhys grew hard again at the realization.
    Jeremy reached over and took Rhys’ hand off Cordelia’s thigh and guided it to her entrance. He delicately rimmed her with their fingertips and she bucked beneath them, reaching down and fisting his hair, pressing his mouth to her. Jeremy laughed quietly beside him, and his breath blew against Rhys’ cheek. Rhys jerked his hips, driving his cock into the bed at the pleasure it gave him. Damn Jeremy. Damn him for making Rhys want even more forbidden pleasures.
    He pulled his finger from her and started to lick into Cordelia’s entrance at the same moment that Jeremy did the same, and their tongues tangled inside her. She moaned and Rhys started to jerk back, but Jeremy’s hand on the back of his head stopped him. Jeremy continued to lick Cordelia and after a long hesitation, so did Rhys. His tongue kept passing over Jeremy’s until he realized Jeremy was seeking him out. He was breathing heavily, his mind awhirl, his cock so damn hard it hurt. It felt as if he’d never come in sweet Cordelia’s mouth. He gave in to the abandon of the moment, tasted Cordelia and Jeremy together, the essence of them and the silky smoothness of her cunt and his tongue. It was mesmerizing, the desire coursing through him, stealing his breath, his control, his reservations. There was only the three of them, the heat and lust they generated together.
    Cordelia cried out as her back arched and she stiffened beneath them. In one synchronized movement, Rhys and Jeremy each pushed a finger inside her and she gave a little scream as her walls contracted tightly around them. She sobbed wordlessly, and Rhys lightly bit the tiny nub of pleasure at her apex. She cried out again, and he felt such enormous pride in making her climax, such gratitude that he’d been given this.
    Jeremy jerked back with a curse. “Dammit, now. Fuck her now. I can’t stand it.”
    “Yes,” she sobbed. “Now.” She could barely speak, still in the throes of her climax.
    Rhys came to his knees and Jeremy rolled off to the side, ready to be an observer rather than a participant, and Rhys felt his absence sharply. He wanted Jeremy behind him, holding him, pressing his warm, hard cock against his backside as he’d done earlier. He shook his head to dispel the image. He grabbed Cordelia’s bottom and lifted it slightly, ready to press inside her. His back pulled tightly and he winced. He tried to ignore it and keep going, but Cordelia saw his pain.
    “Stop,” she said breathlessly. “Let me get on top.”
    Rhys could hardly fathom what she meant. Her sensuality was a shock to him, though Jeremy had told him. But he’d thought the stories exaggerated for his benefit. They were not. She was lusty and all that a man could desire.
    “I’m fine,” he said gruffly. He felt that this first time with her he ought to be a man about the whole thing. He should have known she’d have none of that. She pushed him off and came to her knees.
    “Don’t be foolish,” she said, though her sensual smile took the sting from her words. “You and I both know it will be just as good this way. I like it this way.” She looked at his cock and the heat in her gaze seared him. “I can take you deeper this way. I want to.” She sounded so desperate for him, so needful. How could he say no? He rolled onto his back and was instantly grateful. The discomfort of his scars became a tolerable nuisance rather than a horrible hindrance. Was it the new position, or was it Cordelia waiting for him, hot and wet and tight and willing, that lessened his pain? He didn’t know and didn’t care. As soon as she