Calling the Shots by Christine D'Abo Page A

God.”
    “No one do that for you, sweets?” Josh shifted so he could lie down alongside her. Now not only could he see Oliver work, he could reach her nipples. “I take it your boy Mitch would think eating your ass was more disgusting than your beautiful pussy. He didn’t know the pleasure he could give a woman that way. You’ve needed a real man. Men. ”
    Her mouth was open and her tongue dipped out to rest along the inside of her bottom lip, arching up. Josh leaned in and flicked his tongue over her erect nipple, trying to match Oliver’s rhythm. It didn’t take long before her moans filled the room. Shit, it was the most amazing sound ever.
    “Make her come, Oliver. Use your fingers and coax it out of her. Press into her cunt and work her over. That’s it.”
    The younger man caught and held Josh’s gaze as he did as commanded. Beth reached out and pressed her hand into Josh’s hair, pulling harder as her orgasm approached. The two of them continued to work her body, playing it like seasoned pros. They fell into a rhythm of sucking and licking, a silent communication passing between them. Josh gave one slow blink and in almost perfect timing, they both sucked hard, pushing Beth over the edge.
    Her screams were the best music. The sharp bite of pain along his scalp as her fingers dug into the sensitive flesh sent a jolt along the length of his cock. Only once she started begging did they pull back.
    Oliver’s face was damp with her come, glistening as much as Beth’s pussy. His eyes were wide and his short hair was tousled. It almost reminded Josh of Paul and their night together with Sadie. Except Paul hadn’t looked at Josh like he wanted to suck his brain out through his cock. And Sadie had never tugged at his shoulder and whispered, “Josh, kiss me. Now.”
    He’d never been a strong enough man to resist a request from a beautiful woman.
    Beth’s body had softened from the power of her release. She was nearly boneless beneath him as he caressed her body. With some effort, he remembered not to put too much weight on her as he explored her mouth, neck and shoulder with his tongue.
    Another body climbed against them both. “Me too.”
    It wasn’t so much a kiss as the sloppy brush of mouths together. He could feel Oliver thrusting against Beth. They weren’t fucking, but Oliver ground his cock against her thigh. His hips took on a life of their own, bucking forward to match the beat.
    “Shit,” she whispered. “Yeah, I want you both to do that. Come all over me.”
    Oliver pressed his forehead to her breast, his hand grabbing hold of Josh’s arm. “Can’t stop.”
    “Don’t.” Josh reached across and latched on to Oliver’s shoulder. They were trapped together, humping and grinding, holding on to each other for dear life. It hadn’t been what Josh was planning, but somehow it was perfect.
    The flush on Oliver’s neck deepened a minute before his body lost the graceful rhythm that had taken over command of his body. That was the only warning of his orgasm. Oliver didn’t scream, but the long, guttural groan was exactly what Josh wanted to hear.
    Different and wonderful. He lost himself in the magic, the unexpected delight of doing everything expected and yet veering off to a place he hadn’t traveled to before. Josh closed his eyes and tried to memorize the smell of Beth and the feel of Oliver’s come against her thigh and his fingers.
    Those few thoughts were obliterated as his pleasure set his body on fire. His muscles tightened and his brain short-circuited as sheer joy took over every empty spot in his body. He came hard, the hot semen guiding his way, making his thrusting even easier. The last wave of pleasure waned, leaving him a mindless heap.
    No one spoke for a long while. A tiny voice in the back of his head whispered that now would be the moment one of them would say something. Thank you for the great evening, Josh, and gee, look at the time.
    Beth took a deep breath, but