Flynn’s hand on her back grew firm. “Lean forward, Georgia. That’s right. Kiss him. Kiss him and feel what I’m going to do to you. Let go.”
She leaned forward, pressing her chest against Chris’s massive torso and burying her face in his neck. The movement changed the angle of his thrusts just enough to make them both moan in pleasure.
Warm liquid slid across her bottom and into the seam between her cheeks. She felt Flynn’s fingers massaging the rounded curve of her ass, her thighs. The liquid started to tingle. “What is that?”
“Peppermint flavored lube,” Flynn muttered. “It was a gag gift from a fellow instructor. Had no idea I’d be using it any time soon. But now that I am, I’m going to have to have a taste.”
That was the only warning Georgia got. Then she was shouting with shocked laughter and need as Flynn lowered his head and began to lick her skin as if she were his very own candy cane.
Chapter Six
Flynn had a talented tongue. He licked his way between the sensitive skin of her upper thigh and the curve of her behind, making her giggle while he let out sounds of enjoyment. Everywhere his tongue touched, the heat and tingling sensations of the peppermint oil increased.
“Whatever you’re doing, she loves it,” Chris had his jaw clenched tight. “She’s squeezing my cock in a death grip. Fuck. Don’t stop, Georgia.”
More oil, more licking. Georgia was losing herself to it, lifting her bottom higher in the air before lowering it against Chris’s hips. And then Flynn stopped her with his hands a little lower than Chris’s.
He stretched his fingers wide on her cheeks, spreading them to reveal her most intimate, untouched skin to his gaze. Someone—it had to be Jimmy, but Georgia couldn’t look—dropped more oil in the newly revealed space, and Flynn lowered his head.
He was licking her…there.
“What are you…oh, oh—Oh!” Georgia screamed. Another orgasm. Another flash of lightning and heat. Flynn had pushed his tongue inside her, just as Chris had thrust and she was lost and shaking against them.
“I had no idea you were such a dirty bastard, Flynn. Or that Georgia here would love it quite so much.” Jimmy came around so she could see him and smiled tightly. “You’ve got a bad girl streak in there don’t you?”
Georgia, still panting, ran her hands through her hair with trembling fingers as she stared at his tempting body. “I didn’t think so.”
Chris released her hip and reached up to cup one breast in his hand. “That’s what makes it so hard to resist. You didn’t even know it was there.” He thrust upward and groaned hoarsely. “I don’t know how much longer I can last, Flynn.”
Flynn’s voice was just as raw. “That makes two of us.”
“Three.” She muttered.
“Four,” Jimmy corrected, stroking his shaft as he watched the three of them entwined on the couch.
His image blurred as Flynn spread her cheeks again, this time pressing the head of his condom covered erection against her. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” Flynn panted. “That is the plan.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She was repeating the same sentence over and over under her breath, her body quaking like a stray leaf in a storm.
Chris snared her gaze with his own. His face was flushed with restraint, his eyes nearly black now. “If you want us to stop, we can. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to do.”
She tried to laugh but it came out as a choked sound. “That’s the problem. I want you to do everything. I’ve just never…it’s so…”
He smiled and reached up to caress her face, pushing her hair behind her ear almost tenderly. “Just breathe, Georgia. We’ll take care of you.”
Her heart skipped. How did he do that? She took a deep breath, glancing over her shoulder to see Flynn, his teeth gritted as he restrained himself from going further. Held back. For her.
Her own smile grew, still wavery, but real. “Vroom, vroom, Snowmobile. I’m ready when you are.”
Male laughter filled the room and delight sparkled in Flynn’s green gaze, his lips still shining from the peppermint lube. “You are my kind of angel,” he sighed. “I knew I was right.”
Her smile turned to a gasp as he began to push passed the tight muscles of her ass, slowly, but powerfully. His shout mingled with hers and Chris’s when he made it through. Deep. So deep. With both of them inside her. Moving. Filling. She felt like she would fly apart. Like they were all that was holding her to the earth.
It was painful and beautiful. Perfectly imperfect and too much of not enough. It was indescribable.
“Sonofafuckingbitch,” Chris swore, his hands curling into fists, his hips thrusting almost helplessly upward. “Tight. So tight and hot, Georgia you feel so fucking good.”