Forbidden Heat Carew, Opal (miss read books .txt) 📖

his finger along her chin, gathering the juice on his fingertip, then held it to her lips. She opened her mouth, then lapped at his finger. She grasped his hand and drew his finger deeper into her mouth, sucking lightly . . . then released him.

“Would mistress like some celery?” he asked, his chocolate brown eyes simmering.

She nodded, and opened her mouth. He fed her a small green stick with dip. A few moments later, Jake joined them, and the two of them alternated feeding her. Soon she found herself filling up on veggies and shrimp, while starving for the taste of male flesh.

A timer went off and Trey opened the oven and brought out a big flat pan. A wonderful aroma filled the room as he transferred the contents onto a platter and set it on the countertop. It had an attractive display of items, such as glazed chicken chunks on skewers, bacon-wrapped scallops, and little triangles of stuffed phyllo pastry. From the delicious aroma, with a hint of cinnamon, she suspected the latter were filled with spiced beef.

“They smell wonderful,” she said.

Jake picked up one of the scallops and fed it to her.

“Mmm.” She picked up a pastry and held it toward him. “Time for you to try.”

He took a bite, careful not to burn himself on the contents, chewed, then licked his lips. She watched his tongue outline his mouth, longing to do the same with her own tongue. He leaned forward and nibbled the rest of the pastry from her fingers, then nipped her fingertips. She felt her finger pulled into his mouth, and he sucked lightly. The feel of his warm mouth surrounding her sent heat thrumming through her body.

Trey offered her a chunk of chicken from a skewer, then popped a piece into his own mouth. She watched the sensual movement of his lips as he chewed. She grabbed another scallop and peeled off the bacon, then ate it slowly. Once done with the bacon, she offered the scallop to Trey. He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She fed in only half, then leaned forward to capture the other half in her mouth. Their lips met and she kissed him. Only their mouths touched, nothing else, but the feel of his masculine lips moving sensually against hers sent her hormones blazing.

“As delicious as this is, I’ve had enough food for now.” She stood up with her glass of wine in hand and moved into the living room.

Trey and Jake followed, Jake carrying a bottle of wine and Trey two glasses. She sat down on the couch, sinking into the comfy cushions, hoping the men would join her, but instead, Trey slid an ottoman in front of her and lifted her legs onto it. Both men knelt down in front of her. Each took one of her feet in his hands, then began massaging. She sighed at the exquisite decadence of it all.

The gentle pressure of theirs hands as they stroked and squeezed her feet made her tingle all over. After a nice long relaxing massage, Trey’s hands began to move up her calf. Jake followed suit. They stroked and rubbed, then moved up even more. Her thighs tingled in appreciation and her insides throbbed in anticipation. Soon, they were sliding her skirt upward, and their big, masculine hands stroked closer to her melting heat . . . then closer . . .

Trey’s fingers found her first, then stroked over her mound. Jake grasped the elastic on her undies and pulled them downward as Trey drew the ottoman away. Jake knelt in front of her and drew her legs apart, settling them over his shoulders. Then she felt him touch her. First with his fingers, stroking her wet opening, then sliding inside her. She sighed at the erotic invasion. Then his mouth touched her and she moaned. His tongue dipped inside and he swirled it around, then covered her clit. As she gasped, she arched her back.

While Jake was busy down below, Trey unfastened the first button of her blouse and kissed her chest, moving downward as he released button after button. Jake leaned back and watched Trey unfasten her bra and peel it from her breasts. Both their gazes were steaming hot. Jake reached for one naked breast and stroked the hard nipple as Trey covered the other with his hot wet mouth. Jake licked her clit again and she moaned. So many sensations dazzling her senses . . . she could barely . . .

Oh, Jake’s tongue tortured her clit. Trey sucked on her hard nipple. She felt herself accelerating toward rapturous release. Heat building . . . senses reeling . . .

Jake sucked on her clit as he swirled his finger inside her.

Heat singed her senses as it exploded through her. She wailed in a fast and furious orgasm, waves of pleasure wafting through her.

Finally, she fell back on the couch, spent.

She was a mess of disheveled clothing. Her bra lay tossed across her throat, her blouse flopped open at her sides, and her skirt twisted around her waist. Trey helped her up and slid her blouse from her shoulders, then pulled away her bra. Jake drew her skirt down her legs and off. She sat back on the couch, totally naked, and smiled at them.

“Now I’d like you both to take off your pants.”

She watched in anticipation as Trey pulled open his belt, then slowly lowered the zipper of his fly, revealing a glimpse of black-on-gray striped boxers. He dropped the black pants to the floor, giving her a great view of long muscular legs. Jake turned around and pivoted his tight butt from side to side, his light brown ponytail swishing across his back, then dropped his pants to the floor. The black briefs he wore accentuated the tight muscles of that glorious behind.

“Keep going, gentlemen,” she instructed.

Trey grinned as he eased his boxers down. His thick cock stood upward curving toward his body.

Jake winked at her over his