Secrets We Keep

Excerpt:
...Susan closed her eyes and leaned her head against the leather seat. God only knew what was going through her mind right now. Dylan couldnt tell if she was shamed, pissed, or really turned on. Heaven help him, but he was so turned on he couldnt stand it, despite the fear and anger swirling around him. Cabots hurt explained it all away. He was reacting, getting even, lashing out. Dylan would allow this rare streak of sexual dominance. He owed that much at least to Cabot. Once it ran its course, Dylan would retake control.

Dylan skimmed his hand to her chest. Her skin was hot, nipples still thrust against her bra and dress. He dove into the cup to ease her breast.

No, Cabot said. Yank down her dress and bra. I want to see her tit bounce free.

Dylan grabbed the edge of the material and tugged it downward. Her breast surged out, nipple peaked and ready. He felt a zing along his cock and wedged his hand over it to quell the feeling.

Beautiful, Cabot said breathlessly. And the other?

Dylan freed it. Soft, creamy flesh tipped with light brown bulls-eyes shook with every breath. Aroused, definitely aroused.

Pinch one.

He caught her nipple between thumb and forefinger. A tiny moan trickled from her throat.

Harder, Cabot ordered.

Dylan did so, twirling and tugging, and nearly coming when she gasped.

Yesss. Cabot sighed. Better than I recall. Theyre as hard as her clit. He grinned. And not nearly as slippery. He thrust again and increased his motion.

Now, Susan, youre going to show me his cock. I know its as hard as mine. Thick and pulsing. Deep red with the head that lovely shade of purple. Ive never seen a man who can come as much as he can. His stamina islegendary. Would you agree?

Yes, she gasped out.

Maybe you pay him for the pleasure of his company. Now theres a thought. He chuckled. Im still waiting to see that cock, Susan.

Her hands were steady as she thumbed open the jacket button and spread the edges to the side. A tug released Dylans fly and the zipper hissed down. She pushed aside the trousers, revealing his slate blue silk boxers beneath, damp with his pre-cum. Fingers slid into the fly.

No, Cabot said. Pull the waistband down and behind his balls. I want him captured.

Susan tucked her fingers beneath the elastic. She cupped his erection as she tugged down the boxers. Dylan strained into the caress, tightening his fingers automatically around the nipple still clenched between his thumb and forefinger. Susan whimpered and dove deeper, lifting his sac into her palm. Then she snapped the elastic in place behind them. Dylan flinched and choked down a gasp.

Yeah, pissed off, too. And not afraid to let him know it.

Choke his cock in your fist, Cabot told her and rubbed his hand over his own erection. Youre going to jerk him off while I make you come.

Buthis suit

Doesnt matter. He wont be wearing it long.

She clamped her hand around Dylans cock, squeezing so hard it hurt. He dropped his hold on her breast and clenched his jaw to hide his grimace. Cabot reached over and yanked open Dylans shirt. Buttons spit against the windows.

He was kneeling before them now, hand working relentlessly at Susans pussy while she flashed her fingers over Dylans cock. His cargo pants were around his knees, cock upthrust between the edges of his denim shirt. He danced his fingers over Dylans nipple and bent his head to Susans. She smothered a moan at the touch of his tongue. A low growl rumbled from Cabots throat and he sucked in her breast and pinched Dylans nipple hard.

Cabot jerked up his head, his gaze locked on Susan. You have fuckable breasts. Who knew I would find them so intriguing? Maybe its because I know hes touched them; his scent is on them. Would you let me? Would you let me fuck them, Susan, while his mouth hovers over you to catch my cum?

Dylan braced himself for another chokehold, or to have his dick snapped off. Neither happened. He dared a glance her way. Susans mouth was agape, body open, hand flashing over his erection.

Cabot nuzzled his face between her breasts. One hand came up to grip his head, then dropped back to the seat beside her. Cabot raked his cock over Dylans leg. A groan pulled his head up. Tongue flashed out to her nipple again, then he eased down, eyes half-closed in that look he always got when passion was too much to bear. Cabot traced his tongue down Susans arm. She rode his fingers, soft gasps taking her away. Dylan watched Cabots descent, mesmerized as his lips crawled slowly to her hand and skirted Dylans cockhead. He paused, then latched onto Dylans balls, sucking one and then the other into his mouth...