Tipping Kylie’s chin up with one finger, Travis pressed his lips against her ear, breathing the words as quietly as he could. “I want your mouth on my cock.”
When he pulled back, Kylie was grinning, and her blue eyes glimmered with heat.
Sliding his fingers into her hair, he pulled her head down toward his cock, not allowing her to go to her knees. He met Gage’s eyes and made sure the other man knew exactly how this would play out.
Groaning wasn’t even an option when several chatty women came into the dressing area, although they made enough noise to almost mask any sounds they would’ve made. Travis still didn’t want to give their location, or their very dirty deed, away, so he bit his lower lip as the fiery warmth of Kylie’s lush mouth slid over his cock, sucking him deep.
The only thing he could do was grip her hair firmly to try and keep her from lassoing him right into an orgasm. He was not going to come until he was ready and if he gave her free rein, he would be coming like a damned teenager, within seconds. In order to quell the urge, Travis kept a firm grip on the base of his cock with his free hand and watched as Gage pushed his own jeans down just over his hips, aligning himself behind Kylie.
There was no warning as Gage slammed into her once, but the subtle vibrations from Kylie’s moans against his cock told Travis she was enjoying what Gage was doing.
Travis alternated between watching Gage slide deep inside of her before retreating slowly. Over and over, he impaled her in one brutal thrust before sliding out, his cock glistening as he did. The sight was so fucking hot, Travis wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold on. Between Kylie sucking him, her fingers kneading his balls and watching Gage fuck her, he was in a particularly fragile state at the moment.
Kylie forced Travis’ hand off of his cock where he’d been squeezing himself to keep from coming and she began furiously stroking him with both her mouth and her cool fingers while Gage picked up the pace.
Dropping his head back against the wall, Travis willed his damn legs to hold him up as Kylie pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Only when Kylie’s mouth released his cock did he look down to see her stroking him faster while Gage fucked her with hard, punishing thrusts that had Kylie listing forward with each urgent stroke.
Gritting his teeth, Travis knew he couldn’t breathe a sound, so he swallowed his groan as Kylie’s body stilled, her lips wrapping around the head just as his cock jerked, his release spilling into her mouth as she proceeded to suck him dry.
Once he was sure he wouldn’t slide to the floor in a heap, Travis forced his head up, watching as Gage thrust into Kylie, once, twice, again until his husband looked up at him, their eyes locked on one another as Gage’s body stilled, his face contorted in obvious rapture as he came inside of her.
While the other ladies in the dressing room continued to hem and haw, completely oblivious to what was going on just next door, the three of them merely smiled at one another, righting their clothes and speaking volumes with just their eyes.
That was truly one fantasy Travis was more than willing to fill anytime Kylie was in the mood. Hell, he’d increase his credit lines and follow her around the mall if she promised to make that happen again.
“I love you,” Kylie mouthed, her eyes darting back and forth between both of them as she stood just a few feet away. “Thank you.”
And with that, Kylie slipped out of the dressing room, leaving them both standing there, the chatting and giggling a sure sign that they wouldn’t be escaping anytime soon.
Glancing over at Gage, Travis couldn’t help but wonder whether he had a dressing room fantasy as well.
Chapter Eleven
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Curtis
“What’s that?” Lorrie asked as he made his way into the room.
“What’s what?” He grinned sheepishly, but wasn’t about to give himself away. Not yet anyway.
“What do you have behind your back?” Lorrie asked again.
She was sitting on the couch, her e-reader in her hand, a candle burning on the end table beside her and Curtis was looking forward to dropping right down beside her for a little while. After the morning he’d had, he deserved a few minutes to relax. In his opinion.
“Nothing,” he lied, making his way around the couch so he could join her. Easing down beside her, he kept his hand hidden behind his back while he watched her.
“I know you are up to something, Curtis Walker.”
He was always up to something, but he didn’t need to tell her that. She knew him. She knew him better than anyone else.
“What do you think it is?” he asked, angling his body so he could get a little closer.