He kissed her inner thighs, so soft, quivering, gave a tiny nip at the tendon there, bringing a gasp from Kassidy. He smiled against her flesh, licked his way up the crease between thigh and pussy, kissing and sucking gently. He loved doing this. He could do it forever. The taste of her melting on his tongue, the hot feel of her against his lips–loved it. Fucking loved it. And Chris’s cock was right there too, thick and shiny, roped with prominent veins, his balls tight and high beneath.

Dag dragged in a breath. He stared at Chris’s cock and his balls, right there in front of his face, all smooth and tempting. Chris’s hand appeared and fisted his cock, and Dag helped Kassidy lift up a little as Chris moved his shaft, searching for her back entrance. Kassidy gave a soft cry as he found it.

“No,” Dag murmured. “First her pussy. She’s so wet.”

Chris grunted and took a few moments to work his cock inside her pussy. Then Dag watched with utter fascination as Chris thrust up into her. Daringly, he set his hands on Chris’s inner thighs, to brace himself as he leaned in to kiss Kassidy’s swollen clit. Chris’s big thigh muscles tightened beneath his palms, but he kept his rhythm, and the room filled with his groans, Kassidy’s breathless panting and Dag’s suckling noises as he drew Kassidy’s clit into his mouth. She gave a soft cry.

Dag’s fingers tightened on Chris’s hair-covered legs, and he licked Kassidy, suckled slowly, licked her soft folds, down, lower, right down to…Chris’s cock. Unable to resist, he drew his tongue over that distended shaft, over the hard ridge of vein, tasting of Kassidy’s sweet cream.

“Ungh! Jesus Christ!”

Chris’s whole body jerked as something stroked his cock. He couldn’t see what it was but it sure as hell wasn’t Kassidy touching him like that, her hands clasped over her own breasts. A harsh tremor shook his body and to his dismay, he slid out of her hot pussy.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“Got it,” Dag said from down below, and goddammit if Dag didn’t take hold of Chris’s cock. Jesus. Surely to god he was just going to quickly direct it back inside Kassidy…

Please…oh god…no. No.

Dag was holding him, stroking his length, shafting him with a practiced hand that knew exactly how hard and how fast. Chris groaned. “Dag…” A shudder raced over him, sensation tore through him, wrenching, fiery sensation. “What the…”

“It’s okay,” Dag murmured.

Then Kassidy tipped her head, looked into his face. “I was so close…”

Oh Christ. They couldn’t stop now. They had to stop this, though, this was wrong, this was bad… It took all his self-control not to toss Kassidy aside and leap off the bed. He gritted his teeth, as pleasure, dark, forbidden pleasure, exploded inside him.

And when Dag’s mouth took him in, he thought his heart might burst out of his chest. “Fuck!” he cried out, but his voice emerged as a feeble croak. Heated suction surrounded him, flames licked over his body. Kassidy whimpered, tensed, squirmed a bit. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he gritted out. “Oh fuck…”

“What?”

She lifted her head and looked down their bodies and saw…well, Christ only knew what she saw. Chris’s head was glued to the pillow, his body a sparking mass of sensation as Dag’s hard mouth dragged up and down his cock, sucking and licking him with reckless enthusiasm. What the fuck was he doing? Had the guy lost his fucking mind? Jesus!

And Jesus, that felt good.

“Oh god.” Kassidy’s moan sank into his consciousness. “Oh god that’s hot.”

Words failed him; the only words that kept running through his mind were curses, the worst curse words he knew as his blood stirred in a rush of heat and a cascade of sparks.

They could not be doing this. Could. Not.

They were doing it and, holy hell, it felt good.

No. Bad. It felt bad. It had to feel bad. More curses clamored in his head, and he squeezed his eyes shut against the flames raging beneath his skin. He should make Dag stop. He should…but he couldn’t. Instead, he wanted to beg him not to stop.

Then things got worse, much worse, as Dag held up Chris’s cock, rubbed it against Kassidy’s pussy, and licked his balls. Wicked throbbing sensations built inside him, and when Dag’s fingers started teasing his asshole, his hips jerked. “Dag…” The word dragged out of him on a long groan.

“Chris.” Kassidy lifted an arm, touched his face, kissed his jaw. “Chris. It’s okay.”

No, it’s not. He could barely form words, as every nerve ending jumped, sensations sharp and hot exploded in his balls and raced up his spine. “Aw fuck. Dag, Jesus…” He’d never even let Kassidy touch him like that, it was so forbidden, so bad, so very bad. And then Dag’s finger breached him. His eyes stung at the sensations, the sharp slice of pain, the unfamiliar, almost unpleasant feeling…until Dag’s finger touched something else, something inside him, something amazing, and a burst of pleasure shot through him, so extreme it made him blind and deaf and feel as if his body was lifting off the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

And he came. Not even inside Kassidy. He came in Dag’s mouth, Dag’s lips and tongue and cheeks sucking greedily. “No,” Chris almost sobbed. “No, no…”

“Chris.” Kassidy touched his face again, pressed her mouth to his. “Oh Chris…”

Dag sucked him dry, licked him clean, let his shaft slide from his mouth and then Kassidy gasped as Dag no doubt returned to her pussy.

“Oh yes,” she moaned again, plucking her own nipples. Shit. He should be doing that. Too bad he couldn’t lift his arms. Dag would take care of her. His head muzzy, thoughts spinning out of control, Chris drifted, hot and undone. Kassidy made little girl pleasure noises, her body tensed and tightened, and she gave a soft cry as she came.

Feverish, almost delirious, Chris babbled something, knew in the far back of his mind it didn’t even sound like human language that Dag or Kassidy could understand. Dag sprawled on the bed next to them, breathing heavily, one big hand still resting on Chris’s thigh.

And then Kassidy, sweet generous Kassidy, slid off Chris’s limp body and moved over Dag. “Dag,” she whispered, reaching for his cock. “Now you.”

“Aw, Kass, baby.” Dag’s fingers slid into her hair as she knelt beside him. Chris’s chest ached, his throat felt tight, his eyes hurt. Normally he loved to watch Kassidy give Dag head, but at that moment, he could hardly bear to open his eyes in case he looked at Dag. He could never look at him again.

“What do you mean, he’s gone?”

Kassidy rounded on Chris, the pot of coffee held above her mug.

“Jesus, Kass, watch what you’re doing.” Chris grabbed for her hand as coffee poured all over the counter and dribbled down the front of one maple cabinet.

“Oh shit.” She reached for a towel and swiped at the mess.

“For Chrissake, be careful,” Chris snapped. “You could burn someone like that.”

She mopped up the coffee, his words like a slap. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “You don’t need to bite my head off.”

Chris rubbed the back of his neck, took the towel and wiped up the coffee that had dripped to the hardwood floor. “Sorry.”

“Where is he?”

“He left.”

She stared at him, questions clogging up her brain. “But, I don’t get it. Where did he go? Why?”

“Oh for— I don’t know. I think he’s going back to San Francisco. Probably going back to the hotel for now.”

“But…” The kitchen shifted around her and she set a hand on the counter to steady herself. “But, I don’t get it.” She narrowed her eyes at Chris. He looked like shit, she had to say. His eyes were red and a pulse ticced in his tight jaw. “Is this because of last night?”

“No.”

He continued mopping without looking at her, then stood, turned and hung the damp towel on the rack.