Brotherhood of Fire by Elizabeth Moore Page B

him, the glistening pink of her folds still slick from John's mouth just having been there. The sound of John's labored breathing just behind him and the feel of his eyes bearing down on them both while he poised over his wife, ready to bury himself in her, gave him chills.
With a groan, he leaned forward and nudged his cock against her core. Tight, swollen, and hot. She pushed her hips into him, biting her bottom lip like he'd seen her do a thousand times. This time, though, she looked not just at him, but also stole a shy glance to where John stood.
He pushed forward and buried himself in her. The gasp that came from her lips echoed the sharp hissing breath from behind him, and the sound rocked him as much as the feel of his wife's warm depths caressing every inch of his cock. Buried deep in his wife, his best friend watching him with the taste of her still on his mouth fulfilled his fantasy more than he had even imagined.
The thrill pushed him over the edge. Coherent thought left his brain, leaving only the blurred images of him thrusting deep into Carrie, the sounds of skin on skin, deep moans tearing from his chest with each lunge. The gasps and whimpers from his wife were matched by the deep breathing from John, and Garrett swam up out of the haze long enough to realize his friend still stood behind him, and that wasn't where he should be.
"Don't just stand there," he managed to growl out. "Get up here. Touch her, let her stroke your cock . . . god . . . something."
John moved as if the words broke him from a trance. Climbing up onto the bed next to her, he took her mouth in a fiery kiss. Watching his wife's lips devoured while he buried himself in her thrust after thrust sent his mind and his cock into overdrive. Garrett saw her hand slide down John's chest, over his belly, and disappear between his legs. His own cock jumped at the thought of that first feel of her fingers curling around him, and John's low grunt of pleasure marked the moment they did.
The urge to come boiled up, his spine began to tingle, and he pumped harder, falling back into that mindless place where only the sensation remained. He lost himself to the feel of Carrie's tight muscles caressing his cock like so many massaging fingers, the silky wet walls of her pussy sucking at him, enticing him to spill his seed in her. The sounds of their sex, her sweet, female scent filling the room, and John's low groans as he continued to take her lips, her hand working him, brought it all down on him.
He came hard, long, and deep inside her, feeling the wet heat coating her, him, making it slicker as he continued to pump into her. Spent, he leaned in over her shoulder on the opposite side of John, watching as John arched his back, groaning into her mouth. He watched his friend come as his wife stroked John's cock, Garrett's own dick still buried in her sweet warmth.
"Hey."
The whisper broke through and he started, eyes flying open. Adjusting to his surroundings, he recognized the warm, wet feel of his cock retreating from the depths of his wife's body on the edge of his consciousness at the same time he caught sight of John's blue-eyed stare across her shoulder.
They were still lying together, John collapsed on one side of her, he on the other.
"Hello?" Carrie's whisper came louder this time.
He lifted his head to look at her, kiss her lightly on the lips. John's breath huffing against his shoulder didn't bother him as he tasted her lips, looked into her eyes.
"Crushing you?" He grinned.
"Uh, yeah." Her smile was beautiful. Satisfied, relaxed.
He lifted out and off her, rolling to the side so none of his weight rested on her.
"Your phone has been going off about every two minutes," she said, nestling into his shoulder. He noticed she didn't let go of John's hand, but rather pulled his arm with her, wrapping herself in his tanned muscle like a blanket.
"John's too."
"You fall asleep?" He peered over at him.
John laughed. "Nope. That snoring was all you. I'm just