Page 50 of Wild Obsession
“Good.Now ditch the rest and get your asses over here.Both of you.”
Patience was officially gone.I reached out from the edge of the bed and pulled Chantel to me, stripping her out of her bra and panties because I needed my hands to be the ones touching her.
Her skin was softer than I remembered.Like goddamn silk.And her scent…
Fuck, what was it about the way this woman smelled that got me so worked up?
I was lost in her when Sean climbed onto the bed behind me.
The contrast hit me hard.His rough bulk pressing against my back, her soft body in front of me.Two completely different sensations, two completely different kinds of want, and somehow my brain was holding both at once without short-circuiting.
Sean’s hand found my erection.He stroked once, twice, then rolled a condom down my length.
“Take her,” he murmured against my ear.Not a question.Not a request.A command.
For a second, I forgot I was supposed to be the one in charge.And I listened.
I lifted Chantel onto my lap and, without waiting for her to settle, notched my cock to her entrance and pulled her down onto me in one hard thrust.Her heat closed around me, tight and slick, and my whole body jolted.
“Ostie de câlice,” she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“That’s it,” Sean encouraged from behind me.
And that really was it.I gave in and let someone else take the lead for a second.Leaning back against Sean’s chest, I let sensation take over.
His hands were everywhere.My stomach.Her hips.One of them moving hot and steady over his own cock behind me.
Nothing had ever felt this good.This right.This fucking overwhelming.
“Kiss me,” I said, reaching back to cover his hand with mine, sliding my grip down his shaft.
Chantel’s hands fisted in my hair as Sean’s mouth claimed mine.Her body moved on me, riding me, and I was barely holding it together, gripping Sean with one hand, squeezing Chantel’s ass with the other, trying to hold off long enough to take them with me.
Then Chantel shifted and clenched around me, and I lost it.
My orgasm tore through me with unstoppable force, and I came apart in the most spectacular way—shouting, panting, pumping into her while Sean’s mouth swallowed the sound.
When I came down, Chantel started to shift off my lap.I stopped her with a sharp slap on her ass.
“Just because I finished doesn’t mean you’re done.”My voice was almost as wrecked as I was.“Sean, move back.Enchanté, come sit on my face, good girl.”
Her mouth met mine in a quick, fiery kiss, her moan vibrating through me.
They both did what I told them.But Chantel went one better, and as soon as she settled over me, she bent down and took Sean’s cock into her mouth.
I nearly lost my mind all over again.
They came one right after the other, and it was glorious.Chantel first, her thighs locked around my head, my mouth sealed to her clit and my fingers deep inside her.She cried out around Sean, the sound muffled and broken and filthy.
Sean followed fast, pulling out at the last second and spilling into his own hand with a satisfied grunt.
I’d never felt higher.Like my climax hadn’t finished until theirs did.
Chantel flopped down beside me, her smile pure bliss.Sean sat back against the headboard, his long legs stretched out on my other side.
None of us spoke.Maybe we were lost in our own heads.Maybe we were too spent to think at all.
“Tell me if you’ve heard this one.”Sean broke the silence.“A cop, a doctor, and a hockey player walk into a bar?—”
