Between Friends

Chapter Three

Whitney stared at the ceiling. The lights had been off for almost an hour, yet she remained awake. Her mind raced with troubling thoughts. There was the uncertainty of the new job and the sadness of leaving her old one. She had to tie up a ton of loose ends at work. There was sure to be a mad shuffle as her colleagues vied for her position. She just hoped she wouldn’t be roped into the selection process for choosing her successor. That was a whole new level of drama she didn’t need.

Mick tossed and turned on the floor. He’d thrown down his sleeping bag and pillow and taken the open spot on the left side of her bed. Whitney had expected Eddie to take the right side, the one closest to the air conditioner, but to her surprise he’d chosen the spot at the foot of the bed. He’d deliberately placed himself between her bed and the door. It seemed Eddie’s need to protect trumped his desire for a blast of nice, cold air.

Whitney heaved a frustrated sigh as Mick’s sleeping bag rustled again. “Are you okay?”

He punched his pillow. “This floor is killing my back!”

Whitney rolled onto her side and hissed over the side of the mattress. “I didn’t tell you to sleep on the floor.”

“So I can get in your bed?”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You,” she emphasized loudly, “wanted to sleep in my room. I didn’t make you come in here.”

“Yeah, well,” Mick gruffly replied, “you’re the one who wanted us to repaint and redo the floors.”

“What?” Whitney’s ire skyrocketed. “Are you seriously blaming all that mess on me?”

“Children,” Eddie interjected, “no more bickering. It’s late. Now close your eyes, and go to sleep. Or else I’ll spank you both.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Mick answered in a singsong voice.

Eddie snorted, and a second later, Whitney heard the telltale whack-thump of a pillow slapping Mick’s legs. There was a minor scuffle that quickly quieted down. “Go to sleep,” Eddie ordered.

Shaking her head, she flopped onto her back and tried not to think about the way Eddie’s voice affected her. When he spoke like that, all powerful and strong, it made her belly tremble. He reminded her of the Doms in those books she loved so much. She replayed the way he spoke to Mick earlier in the bathroom. What would it feel like if Eddie took her like that, rough and commanding? Her thighs clenched. Could she give up control to him?

Yes. Hell yes.

Whitney considered their current predicament. It really was like something out of an erotic romance novel. Two devilishly sexy men sleeping on her floor. One bed. Sexual tension so thick it threatened to squeeze the air from her lungs.

So what to do?

This was one of those moments. She’d closed her eyes and jumped in with both feet when it came to the new job. Could she do the same now when it came to the two men she wanted most?

Heart racing, mouth dry, Whitney swallowed hard and rolled onto her right side. “So, um,” she faltered, unsure how to proceed, “I know the floor is uncomfortable and, uh, I know you both work on your feet all day, so, um, well, if you want, you can come up here with me.” She trembled with nervousness. “It’ll be a tight fit, but we can make it work.”

She bit her lip with embarrassment. Tight fit? Oh, god. Talk about your double entendres!

Mick didn’t need a second invitation. He’d pounced on the bed within three seconds flat of her offer. Eddie seemed a little hesitant. “Are you sure, Whit? I mean, it’s a king, but we’re big guys, and I’m a cover hog.”

Whitney laughed. “It’s okay. Really,” she added. “Come on up here.”

She shivered as the covers lifted for Mick and then Eddie to slide underneath. Both were shirtless, with Mick wearing cotton pajama bottoms, and Eddie shorts. Surrounded by their half-naked bodies, Whitney held her breath. Mick sidled up close to her back. Eddie was mere inches from her front. Body heat penetrated her skin, radiating through her tense body and relaxing her muscles.

Eddie’s hand settled on her hip, startling her. “All right?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered as her heart beat furiously. “Fine, just fine.”

Mick’s hand curved along her waist, just above Eddie’s. He gave her a little squeeze. “Good night, Whitney.”

“Good night, Mick.”

“Night, Whit.”

“Night, Eddie.”

The guys seemed so calm and at ease. Her skin burned beneath their touch. Her pulse pounded loudly against her eardrums. It seemed crazy that their nearness affected her so much. She was aroused, big-time. Her clit throbbed almost painfully. She squeezed her thighs together in a desperate attempt to assuage her growing need.

“What is it?” Eddie asked, his voice low and gentle.

“Nothing,” she lied. “I…uh…”

His hand left her hip to cup her face. When his thumb traced her lower lip, Whitney felt lightheaded. “Tell me what you want, Whitney.”

There it was, that commanding tone of his. Entranced, Whitney found she couldn’t deny him. “I want”-she gulped nervously-“I want you to kiss me.” She reached back and grasped Mick’s side. “I want Mick to kiss me, too.”

“Your wish is our command,” Mick whispered as he nuzzled her shoulder blade.

Whitney shuddered as Eddie’s lips brushed against hers. He claimed her mouth in a gentle, searching kiss, his tongue darting between her lips. Peppermint teased her taste buds. She opened wider, welcoming his deep, sensual kiss. Mick’s mouth drifted across her shoulder. He nipped at her neck and let his tongue swirl along a particularly sensitive spot. Whitney’s toes curled as she vibrated with excitement.

Their well-played onslaught made her dizzy with lust. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would feel like this. Four hands, two mouths, and all of them focused on her. Eyes closed, she reveled in the dueling sensations they evoked. She was putty in their very skilled hands.

“We’re going to make love to you.” Eddie’s statement rocked her. Her first instinct was to put her hands up and tell them no. It was too much too soon. Or was it? She’d known these men a long time. She cared for and trusted them. And she’d wanted them, wanted this, for so very long.

“Please,” she whispered, uncertain how to proceed. She didn’t know what to say or do.

“Just let go,” Mick said, his lips against her ear. “We’ll show you pleasure unlike any you’ve ever felt.”

Whitney nodded then realized they were in near pitch black. “I’m letting go. You’re in control.”

“Good girl,” Eddie murmured before kissing her breathless.

Whitney put her arms around his brawny shoulders and let her fingers drift over the rippling muscles of his back. As a SWAT officer, Eddie put in serious hours in the gym to keep his body in peak physical condition. She’d always enjoyed sneaking a peek at his sexy physique on those mornings when he came in from a run, his damp shirt dangling from his hand. Now she had the chance to touch and taste those delicious muscles she’d only been able to ogle. She wasn’t wasting one second.

Secure in Eddie’s arms, Whitney exchanged increasingly passionate kisses with him. Behind her, Mick slid his hands under her thin camisole and stroked her naked skin. His hands squeezed between her body and Eddie’s so he could grope and caress her front. She gasped when his hands found her breasts. He palmed her flesh and rubbed his thumbs over her stiff nipples. His skillful surgeon’s hands deftly tweaked and squeezed until every touch upon her breasts seemed to shoot an electric zing of energy right to her clit.

As if sensing her need, Mick’s hand moved south and dipped under the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Whitney moaned and tried to open her thighs for better access, but her pants were in the way. Like a hero to the rescue, Eddie grabbed her pants and tugged them down over her hips and legs, whipping them out of the way. The comforter and sheet soon followed. He tossed them down to the bottom of the bed, freeing their hot bodies from the stifling fabric.

“Arms up,” Eddie ordered as he grasped her camisole and pulled it off her body. She gulped when Mick and Eddie broke their intimate caresses to roll onto their backs and remove their pajama bottoms. When they returned to her, sandwiching her naked flesh between their hard bodies, Whitney shivered. Eddie’s big cock prodded her lower belly while Mick’s stiff shaft jutted against her bottom. She gave a teasing little shimmy and made them both groan.

“Careful,” Mick warned, his voice tight.

Emboldened by the realization she had such power over them, Whitney reached behind with one hand and in front with the other to stroke their thick cocks. Her eyes widened with surprise at the girth and length of each men. She’d had a couple of partners but never any as large as these. “Um,” she said nervously, “we should probably take this really slow.”

“We won’t hurt you,” Eddie said matter-of-factly. “If anything makes you scared or if you’re overwhelmed, you just tell us to stop and we will.”

“Absolutely,” Mick agreed. “We want to make you feel good, Whitney. Never hurt you.”

Whitney’s mind raced as she factored the possibilities two men and one woman presented with coupling. Her face flamed as she said, “And no anal.”

“Not tonight,” Eddie assured her.

Her stomach dropped. “What do you mean?” she squeaked. “Not tonight?”

Before she could say anything else, Eddie silenced her with a kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair. Her protest was quickly forgotten as Mick’s hands slid along her body again. His fingers blazed a fiery trail as he stroked down her hip, around her belly, and settled on her mound.

“Waxed,” Mick whispered appreciatively. “Not afraid of a little pain?”

“Not when it comes to beauty,” Whitney joked, her mouth dry as she trembled with nerves.

“Do you want Mick to eat that pretty pink pussy of yours?” Eddie nuzzled her cheek. “Do you want him to hold your thighs wide open while he tongue-fucks your cunt?”

Whitney’s jaw dropped as a thrill of excitement shook her core. She’d never heard such deliciously dirty talk from any man. The filthy words spilling from Eddie’s mouth turned her on so bad. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Breathless, she said, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Eddie pushed, clearly taking delight in making her step outside her comfort zone.

“I want”-she swallowed hard, her tongue heavy and her embarrassment level high-“I want Mick to eat my pussy.”

“Very good, sugar.” Eddie kissed the tip of her nose. “Mick?”

“Happy to serve.” He chuckled and placed a noisy kiss on Whitney’s neck.

Eddie gently pushed on her shoulders until she was flat on her back. He rested on his side next to her, his elbow bent and head propped up on hand while the other petted the swath of skin from her breasts to her belly. “I know you’re nervous. It’s overwhelming the first time,” he said understandingly. “We’ll keep the lights off tonight so you can enjoy yourself without feeling self-conscious, but next time…”

“Next time,” Mick said, “I want to see this beautiful pussy as I slide my tongue into it.”

Whitney quaked with anticipation even as she let them know she was grateful for their understanding. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Eddie said, his tone so very serious. “We’d do anything for you, Whitney.”

“Anything,” Mick echoed as he placed his hands on her knees and parted her thighs. She gulped and reached for Eddie’s arm. She needed something to hold onto, an anchor for support as she experienced her first threesome.

“I’m right here,” Eddie assured her. His big, strong fingers stroked her cheek with such gentleness. His touch, coupled with Mick’s teasing kisses along her inner thighs, calmed her nerves. Still, she yelped with surprise when Mick’s tongue dipped between her folds. Eddie laughed softly as he nestled his nose against her neck and planted a few kisses along the curve of her throat. “Relax.”

Mick’s fingers grasped her inner thighs, holding her wide open for his enjoyment. His tongue fluttered over her clitoris, the little nub so engorged from arousal the slightest touch was amplified a thousand times over. Holding tight to Eddie, Whitney consciously relaxed her muscles. As the tension fled her body, she discovered the sensations Mick’s tongue evoked were so much more powerful.

Mick’s tongue traced her labia before swirling around her clit again. He sucked the nub between his lips. She cried out and bucked her hips. Eddie squeezed her breast and played with her nipple. His head bent low, and he took the fleshy peak into his mouth, suckling her and teasingly biting her nipple. It was almost too much to process, Mick’s tongue flicking over her clit and Eddie’s teeth grazing her nipple.

“Her pussy is so wet,” Mick announced, his fingers probing her slick entrance. She gasped as he slowly thrust them inside her.

“I bet her pussy tastes like honey,” Eddie commented, his chin sliding side to side between her breasts.

“Here,” Mick said.

In the darkness, Whitney couldn’t quite see what was going on, but she felt Eddie’s head dip and then heard the telltale sound of suction. A red hot wave rolled through her body as she realized Eddie was sucking her pussy juice from Mick’s fingers.

“Mmmm,” Eddie hummed. “Delicious.”

“Oh, god,” Whitney murmured, her cheeks burning.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Eddie kissed her cheek. “We’re flattered to know we excite you that much.” He claimed her mouth and let his tongue dance against hers, sharing the salty musk of her cunt. “And you do taste delicious.”

“So good I want more,” Mick said before delving into her pussy again.

Whitney shared wickedly sexy kisses with Eddie as Mick drove her wild with his tongue. He circled her clit and dipped between her folds. When his tongue slid inside her pussy, she broke away from Eddie’s kiss and cried out. It felt so fucking good.

“You like that?” Eddie asked as he nibbled her earlobe. “Do you like Mick’s tongue fucking your cunt?”

“Yes. Oh, god. Yes!”

Mick’s stiff tongue thrust inside her wet channel. The tip of his nose was just perfectly situated to stimulate her clit. In and out and round and round. Whitney clutched at Eddie while Mick ate her pussy like a starving man. He made the naughtiest sounds punctuated by moans and groans. She held onto Eddie for dear life as Mick drove her closer and closer to climax.

“That’s it,” Eddie cooed, his lips against her ear. “I want you to come.”

Whitney whimpered. “I’m close. Oh, god. Oh, god!”

“Come on Mick’s face,” Eddie commanded. “Come hard, sugar.”

Like a puppy answering a master snapping his fingers, Whitney did exactly as she was ordered. She came so hard she feared she might black out. Mick was relentless. His tongue slid from her hole to her clit and fluttered over the pulsing pearl. Nimble fingers replaced his tongue and thrust hard and fast. Her keening cries ricocheted around the room.

Eddie smothered her with a punishing kiss. He tugged on the strands of hair curled around his fingers, showing her how a little pain amplified the pleasure. She grasped his neck and bit his lower lip. Two could play that game.

He growled and kissed her even harder. She quaked with the aftershocks of her orgasm as Mick leisurely licked her pussy. Eventually, he abandoned her sex and moved up to claim her mouth. The knowledge he’d just used that wonderful tongue of his to give her a mind-blowing orgasm intensified their first kiss. She turned a little and slid her arm around his neck. The unique flavor of her pussy lent a debauched air to the exchange.

Like a well-practiced dance, Eddie carefully transferred Whitney to Mick’s arms, turning her hips and lifting her shoulders so Mick could slide an arm beneath. Mick kissed her deeply and stroked her hair. “You’re so beautiful.”

Whitney blushed. “Thank you.”

Eddie nibbled her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. Mick’s arms slid around her just a few inches above Eddie’s. Whitney loved the way it felt to have their big, warm bodies surrounding hers.

“Whitney,” Mick said, his lips ghosting across hers, “I’m going to slip into my doctor’s white coat for a second, okay?”

“Sure,” she answered in between his kisses.

“Are you still on the Pill?” He’d picked up her prescription a couple of times, so of course he was familiar with her medication.

“Yes. Why?”

“Eddie and I have never had sex with another man, only each other. We’ve never had unprotected sexual intercourse with a woman either.”

“But you want to have it with me?” Whitney bit her lower lip. “I’m not sure.”

“We’re always very careful,” Eddie assured her. “We test every six months. Mick does the blood draws and has them run through the lab at his hospital.”

“And we haven’t had a sexual relationship with a woman in quite a while. Four months for me. Nearly six for Eddie. We tested last month and were clean.”

Whitney thought back. Had it really been that long since another woman had come into the house? God, it had been a while. Because of her?

“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she confessed. “This is my first time since before I moved in here. And I’ve never done it without condoms.”

“Have you been tested?” Mick asked as he caressed her arm.

“At my annual a few months back,” she confirmed. “Dr. Torres does an STD panel as part of the routine exam. I’m clean.”

“So what do you think?” Eddie rubbed the soft patch of skin below her belly button. “If you’d rather not, I’ll run into my bedroom and grab some condoms. If you’re game…”

Whitney considered her choices. She’d always wanted to experience au naturel sex. It was a scary prospect for a single gal out in the big, wide world. There were lying creeps to dodge and well-meaning guys who probably had no idea they carried the Clap. Then, of course, there was the baby issue.

Eddie and Mick were dead serious about their sexual habits. They lived their lives out in the open and clearly had taken precautions. She didn’t doubt their assertions about their disease-free statuses for a second.

The idea of sharing something so special with them trumped that little niggling bit of fear in the pit of her tummy. If the least ideal thing happened and she somehow became pregnant, Whitney knew they’d stand by her. She wouldn’t walk the difficult road of motherhood alone.

She inhaled a steadying breath. “I’m game.”

Eddie’s heart raced as adrenaline flooded his system. He couldn’t ever remember being this excited to make love to a woman. Whitney was so sweet and innocent. Everything about this experience was new to her. The way she responded to their touches, their kisses-it made him mad with lust and need.

He crawled over her and peppered a line of kisses down her front. His lips danced over the swells of her breasts and along the slope of her lean belly. He kneeled between her thighs and swept his hand along her stomach. He suddenly wished there was more light than the soft blue glow from the night-light in the hallway and the pale silver stream of moonlight shining through her wooden blinds. He wanted to see her face the first time he slid his cock into her.

“Turn on the lights,” Whitney practically begged. “I want to see you both.”

Mick didn’t have to be asked twice. He reached over and flicked on the bedside lamp. The three of them blinked a few times as they acclimated to the brightness. Thankfully the lamp’s light wasn’t too harsh. The low-wattage coiled bulb gave off a warm glow.

Eddie’s gaze skimmed Mick’s familiar naked form before skipping to Whitney. God, she was so beautiful. A blush of arousal tinged her tanned skin a nice pink. Her slightly dilated pupils and full, pouting lips told him she wanted this, wanted him, wanted Mick. All this time, Eddie had fought his attraction to her out of fear. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Just how much time had he wasted?

Resolved to make the best of it now, Eddie bent forward and captured her soft mouth. Her gaze flicked to Mick. He sensed she wasn’t sure how this would work. Wanting to show her that Mick would be just as involved, he leaned over and kissed Mick, too. Mick’s hand cupped the back of Eddie’s neck, holding him in place as their tongues mated. Eddie’s stomach clenched as he tasted Whitney’s cunt honey on Mick’s lips. God, that was a heady experience!

“Wow,” Whitney breathed excitedly. “I’ve seen men kiss before, but that? Oh, god. Do it again!”

Chuckling, Eddie followed her orders and locked lips with Mick again. He switched from Mick’s mouth to her smaller, sensual lips. She shivered beneath him and wound her arms around his neck. When he pulled back, Mick slipped in for another kiss from Whitney’s intoxicating mouth. He watched the pair make out as he stroked his cock. It throbbed almost painfully. A leak of shiny, clear pre-cum oozed from the tip. He couldn’t wait to sink his unsheathed cock in her hot, wet depths.

Sitting back on his heels, Eddie fisted his cock a few times before grasping it by the base and sliding it between the lips of her pussy. Her slick pussy juice coated the pink petals. He drew his cock up and down her slit then circled her clit with the blunt tip. Whitney panted as he stimulated her with lazy circles. “Eddie! God! Eddie!”

His cock was hard enough to pound through concrete. Too aroused, too excited to wait another second, he placed his cock at her entrance and thrust deep. He groaned as he sunk to the hilt in her tight pussy. “Fuck!”

“Oh, god.” She put her hands on his chest as if to slow him down. He stilled, suddenly afraid he’d caused her pain. “It’s okay,” she said, her gaze locked on his. “It’s just that you’re really big. Just give me a minute.”

“Take all the time you need,” he said, fully prepared to pull out completely. His size had always been something of an issue. For a woman with so little experience, Whitney probably had a harder time accepting him than most. Her tiny pussy accommodated him, but just barely.

“Go slow,” she urged, her face relaxing as she realized he wasn’t going to pound into her like a wild animal.

“Sure thing, sugar,” Eddie promised. He very gently pulled back and slid back inside her. Mick stroked her tummy and whispered sweet encouragement in her ear. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she whispered, relaxing completely. “It feels so good, Eddie. You feel so good.”

A streak of white-hot delight pierced his abdomen. She always seemed to know the right thing to say. It wasn’t just the sex she enjoyed. It was him, too.

“Is it everything you’d imagined?” Mick caressed Whitney’s belly and breasts and nipped at her mouth.

“Better,” Eddie ground out. “Tight. Wet. Hot. So fucking hot.” He pulled back until just the head of his cock remained in her pussy and then thrust forward again, the jarring force making Whitney slide across the sheets. He repeated the maneuver, marveling at the shiny juices coating his dick. Fuck, she was so goddamn wet! Her pussy squelched as he slid home, her slippery cream easing his way. He loved that she was so turned on by them.

“Eddie!” She cried out as he picked up the pace and hammered her pussy. Her neatly manicured nails scratched his biceps as she clawed at him. “Eddie! Ah. Ah. Unnhh.”

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Eddie snapped his hips.

“Yes! Yes!”

“Do you want me to fuck you harder? Faster?”

“Yes! Oh, god. Faster, Eddie. Harder. Harder!”

He gave her exactly what she wanted. Grasping her hips, he hauled her up a little higher on his thighs and jackhammered her cunt. Mick licked his fingers and placed them between her folds. He kissed her while his fingers danced over her clit. She moaned and panted as they brought her to another orgasm.

Eddie’s jaw clenched as Whitney’s pussy grew impossibly tighter. He closed his eyes to shut out the delectable view of her bouncing breasts and open mouth. He recalled as much mundane shit as possible, made lists, and more. Anything to keep his impending orgasm at bay a little longer. Just a little longer…

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” Whitney shrieked like a banshee as she came. Her cunt spasmed wildly around his cock, rhythmically squeezing his shaft. There was no holding back now. He planted his hands on either side of her head and pounded into her, chasing the promise of a crazy orgasm. Mick’s hand remained between their bodies, his fingers flicking her clit.

“Whitney!” Eddie shouted her name as his body burst with pleasure. He slammed balls-deep as hot cum rocketed through the length of his shaft. His body tensed as he jerked and held his breath, each tremor of ejaculation rocking him with pure bliss.

When he could finally breathe again, Eddie sucked in a long breath. His shaky arms barely bore his weight as he nuzzled Whitney’s face and took her mouth in a lengthy, leisurely kiss. Mick snuck his mouth in for a bit of sugar, too. Eventually Eddie rolled off of Whitney and collapsed onto his back. His eyes drifted together as he enjoyed the warmth of afterglow.

Next to him, Mick made his move. Eddie smiled as Mick coaxed Whitney onto her knees and penetrated her from behind. Eddie slid over just enough to reach her mouth and exchanged wet, messy kisses with Whitney. He loved the expression on her face as Mick pounded into her. When he grabbed a fistful of hair, she practically purred. So she did like it rough…

“Slap her ass,” Eddie ordered. Whitney’s eyes widened, but Mick just grinned and did as he was told. She yelped as Mick’s hand made contact with her butt cheek. Eddie noticed the way she pushed back against Mick’s thrusts when he smacked her bottom. Her nipples were hard pebbles. Oh, yeah. She loved it.

Not much of a spanking man, Mick only took a few whacks before grabbing her hips and going wild. That was one thing Eddie loved about Mick. He had amazing speed when it came to fucking. There were just some positions that called for fast, deep strokes, and that was where Mick excelled. Already Whitney clawed at the sheets. She wanted to come, he could tell, but this coupling came too close on the heels of theirs. Her clit was far too sensitive and needed time to recover.

Still, she enjoyed every second of her mating with Mick. Whitney was far too honest to fake it. Her face betrayed every emotion she felt, good or bad. It was one of the things Eddie loved about her. She never bullshitted, never skirted the truth. She told it like it was, and he respected her for it.

Mick’s breathing hitched. Eddie recognized the telltale signs of his longtime lover. Another handful of thrusts and Mick would come. Eddie kissed Whitney as Mick plunged deep and spilled his load, her name falling from his lips like a litany. Mick fell forward against Whitney’s back. She reached behind her and clasped his arm.

Eddie guided them to the bed, helping them fall gracefully on their sides. Mick shimmied until he was leaning back against a pillow and hauled Whitney onto his lap, her back to his chest. She seemed confused as Eddie slid between the pair’s wide open legs. “What are you doing?”

Eddie petted her sex, the lips swollen and bright red with arousal. “I’m going to lick this sweet cunt,” he answered matter-of-factly.

“What!” She tried to close her legs, but he stopped her. “No. It’s…gross.”

Eddie frowned. “It’s not gross. Why do you think that?”

“Because you just, you know!” She waved her hand. “And so did Mick.”

“That’s what makes it special,” Eddie replied. “I want my turn.”

“So do it tomorrow, or let me shower first.” She seemed truly distressed. “You don’t have to do this.”

“No, I don’t have to do it. I want to do it.”

“But why?”

“Because I love the way Mick tastes and the way you taste, too.” He kissed her mouth. “Now hush, and let me eat your cunt.”

Whitney shivered and gulped. Finally, she relented. “Okay.”

Shaking his head and laughing, Eddie slipped down her body again. He’d never seen a woman fight oral sex so much. And calling it gross? There was nothing gross or shameful about sex or body fluids. It was a natural part of the process.

He and Mick would have to do something about that. She needed to feel comfortable with her body and theirs.

But, first, this…

“Oh, god!” Whitney arched up off Mick’s chest as Eddie’s tongue slid between her juicy folds. He savored the flavor of her pussy mixed with his and Mick’s essence. It was a heady combination that sent a rush of blood to his head. He suckled her clit, fluttering his tongue over the kernel before settling into a steady side-to-side motion. He probed her sopping-wet entrance with one finger, then two before adding a third. She was still so small and tight, but she seemed to really enjoy the stretching sensation.

Her body quickly responded to his thrusting fingers and stimulating tongue. It probably helped that Mick caressed her naked breasts and whispered dirty words in her ear. Every now and then, Eddie glanced up and locked eyes with Mick. He’d never seen Mick’s gaze so smoky with lust, not even with Miranda. Whitney truly was special.

Eddie pulled out his ring finger and curled the remaining two inside Whitney’s slippery passage. He found the raised bump of her G-spot and stroked it with a little pressure. Not too much but just enough to make her squirm. Back and forth and side to side, he rubbed her G-spot over and over as his tongue flicked her clit. Whitney clutched Mick’s thighs and breathed hard. She moaned and groaned and swiveled her hips.

“Oh, yeah,” Mick urged. “Eat her pussy, Eddie. Suck that clit. Yeah. Just like that. Fuck his face, Whitney. Fuck it.”

Eddie smiled as he slurped Whitney’s clit and traced it with his pointed tongue. Mick wasn’t a natural dominant, but he played the role very well when necessary.

Eddie sensed Whitney hovered on the brink of climax. Eddie’s first instinct was to hasten the pace of his tongue, but he held back, drawing out the anticipation of orgasm as long as possible. When she finally shattered against his mouth, it was incredibly powerful. Her pussy gushed around his thrusting fingers. She cried out again and again and bucked atop the mattress.

As her orgasm crested and she rode the subsiding waves, Eddie allowed his tongue to drift south. He sucked the nectar from her cunt, making her exclaim with surprise. He wiped his shiny chin on her inner thigh and lower belly before climbing up to lay beside her. Mick slid out of bed just long enough to grab a damp washcloth and hand towel. He carefully cleaned and dried Whitney before switching off the light.

In a tangle of arms and legs, they snuggled close and drifted off to sleep. Eddie held off longer than Whitney or Mick. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, some wonderful and others troubling. For the first time in a very long time, he felt perfectly content-and it scared him. He had Mick. He had Whitney.

And it would be so easy to lose them both.