Woman in Hot Water [Wet and Willing 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page B

living together and faithful to each other. They shared a woman sometimes, or double fucked with the two of them and two women all in the one room together, but mostly it was just him and Osborne. He loved Osborne with every fiber of his being, and knew Osborne felt the same for him, but there was a missing piece. They both needed a woman, or some women, from time to time. Jordan had been thinking lately that what they really needed was a woman who accepted them both and with whom they could complete their little family. He was quite certain two women wouldn’t work. It’d be him and a woman and Osborne and a woman, rather than the four of them as a unit. So what he needed to do was find a woman who wanted to partner with two bisexual men. That wasn’t easy. Many women were curious and would have sex with two men once, as an experiment. But most only wanted an experience, not a relationship.
    Anyway, that was tomorrow’s problem. Right now Osborne’s hand was on his cock, and his mouth was on his nipples. Two could play at that game, and he wanted to join in.
    Jordan tugged on Osborne’s hair, pulling his face up. Their lips locked hungrily, and Jordan thrust his tongue deep into Osborne’s mouth, wanting to taste the man fully, enjoy his flavor. He ran his tongue all around the insides of Osborne’s mouth, along his cheeks, behind his teeth, under his tongue, over the roof of his mouth.
    When they finally broke apart, his chest was heaving for air, and he reminded himself once again that Osborne was a swimmer, used to holding his breath for long periods. Jordan could swim well enough, but he was no fish, and he needed to breathe.
    Jordan lowered his mouth to Osborne’s chest. The man’s torso was as hard as a rock, but a sculpted rock and one that he liked to lick. Oh yes, and suck his hard brown nipples, then trail his tongue down and down still farther to the nest of dark hair sheltering the most magnificent cock ever.
    Jordan stopped to swirl his tongue inside Osborne’s belly button before reaching his goal, Osborne’s cock. It was long and straight, standing up proudly from his dark hair, the cockhead already purplish with need.
    Jordan flicked his tongue over the head very lightly, before diving into the slit for a taste. As he did, Osborne’s large finger penetrated his asshole, stretching it and twirling around, driving his own need higher and higher.
    “It’s not easy to concentrate when you do that,” groaned Jordan.
    “Concentration’s overrated. Lie back and enjoy.”
    But Osborne’s teasing fingers in his rear just made him even more determined to send Osborne as wild with desire as he was himself. He licked and sucked, teased and tormented, all the time his brain tortured by trying not to react too much to the wonderful things happening to himself.
    Finally a large hand slapped his ass hard. “Enough.”
    Jordan rolled clear of Osborne, settled himself with his head on the pillows, and lifted his legs high, locking his hands under his knees.
    He watched Osborne roll a condom down his engorged shaft then kneel between his legs. Jordan settled his feet on Osborne’s broad shoulders as Osborne inched his way inside. “That feels so good. Oh yeah,” he muttered.
    Osborne’s big hands lifted his hips high and drove deeper until his balls were tight against Jordan’s skin, and then he withdrew. Slammed in, withdrew, and began pumping in and out in earnest. Together they built a fast, steady rhythm, Jordan’s hands moving from Osborne’s nipples to gently touch his cheeks or jawline, then down to his thighs. Touching, stroking, petting everywhere, always moving on.
    “Gonna…ahhhhh.” Jordan’s cock spurted hard, semen flying into the air then landing on their tightly joined bodies.
    Osborne laughed, and then his own control broke. Jordan’s ass was suffused with heat as the condom filled with jets of Osborne’s cum. Jordan tugged on his cock to release the last of his orgasm, and