Jesse laughed a little. “You are going to have to make an effort to learn names, Gemma.”
“I don’t care about her name. I did care about the seventy-two-hour mental health hold they put me in.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Gemma. They messed with you. You messed back,” Cade said.
She’d lost her job, her apartment, her future. Maybe it was simple in Cade’s world, but it hadn’t been the right play in hers. “So I just summed up my sex life. Two lovers, one of whom is now perfectly happy with a man named Harry and their three Welsh corgis, and Patrick, who just used me and said I wasn’t good at sex. I think a lot of people thought I wasn’t good at anything emotional. They called me the Ice Princess.”
She’d had to be. Any emotion would have been used ruthlessly against her. Had been. The meltdown had been her first emotional outburst and she’d been fired.
She gasped as a hand slid through her labial lips, splitting them and stroking.
“They were wrong, Gemma. There’s nothing cold about you. You’re pure fire. Now show Cade what you can do with your tongue while I get a taste of this pussy and prove to you you’re not an Ice Princess.” Jesse slid between her legs. “Sit on my face, baby.”
It sounded like a terrible thing to do, but Jesse pulled at her hips, forcing her back until her pussy was right over his mouth. Then she knew she couldn’t be an Ice Princess even if she wanted to. She was melting. His tongue slid along her pussy just before he sucked at her labia. So good. So damn good.
Cade stood in front of her, his huge cock in his hand. “Come on, G. I’m dying here.”
A little insecurity roared back to life. “I’m not good at this.”
He smiled down, his face softer than she could ever remember it being around her. “Yeah, you are or you will be. You’re Gemma Wells. You’re the best at everything. At least that’s the way I hear it. It’s just sucking a cock. Surely a woman who managed to put herself through Harvard Law can handle one little cock in her mouth.”
Bastard. He’d made it a challenge, and she couldn’t back down from that. And it wasn’t exactly little. Far from it. Still, she leaned forward and bumped it with her nose. Awkward. Yet Cade didn’t pull away, just shifted back a little to give her space.
“Lick me. You like what Jesse’s doing to you? I want you to taste me, too.”
A simple request. She put her tongue out and licked. His cock flesh was warm and soft over the hardness of his erection. It wasn’t her first blow job, but it was the first time she’d been sober when she gave one. And the first straight guy she’d given one, too, although she would admit her closeted undergraduate lover had been a connoisseur. He’d actually taught her a few things, but Patrick had thrown her off track by telling her he didn’t like the way she did it.
Cade didn’t seem to mind. He groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair. “That’s right, baby. Eat me up.”
It was exactly what Jesse was doing to her pussy. Eating her right up. She tried to focus on the task in front of her. Jesse sucked at her clit, but just before she would fall over the precipice, he would back off. One more bit of delicious torture. But she had someone to torture, too. She licked at the head of Cade’s cock, drawing it into her mouth and then letting it go only to draw it back in and sink a little deeper. She did it over and over again, satisfied with the way he moaned and pushed a little further in each time. She relaxed her jaw, allowing herself to take more and more of that hard cock into her mouth.
She was so close. Jesse’s tongue worried her clit while he pushed a finger deep inside her. She felt electric. She wanted to pass it on to Cade. She sucked him deep and didn’t let go. She hollowed out her cheeks, making pass after pass around the dick in her mouth.
“She’s killing me, Jesse. Her mouth’s so good, so fucking hot. She’s going to pull the cum straight out of my balls.”
That was what she wanted. She wanted to taste Cade the way he’d tasted her. She wanted to do the same thing to Jesse. She wanted to get both of her men in front of her and suck them in turn until she’d pulled the cum out of both of them. Jesse curved his finger up and hit some amazing place, and Gemma finally understood what it meant to come. It meant every muscle in her body lighting up like a firecracker and pleasure shooting through her veins.
But she didn’t let a little thing like her first orgasm stop her. She had a job to do. She felt Cade’s cock swell in her mouth, and he unleashed a fierce groan. Warm cum filled her mouth. She drank it down, loving the taste. It was Cade. He’d told her this wasn’t serious, but it felt revelatory for her. She glanced up and saw a look of deep peace on his face as he petted her hair. She’d put that look on his face. Often in her life she was the one who caused men to seek relaxation, not became the source of it.
She wasn’t given a moment to think as Jesse pulled at her hips.
“My turn. Ride me, Gemma.”
He fucking loved that almost panicked look in her sky-blue eyes. It told him she was aware of what was going on around her. He’d made a study of Gemma Wells over the last week and had decided that more than anything she needed to be drawn into the present. Her brain, it seemed, was always working. If she didn’t have a problem to worry about, she made one up. She needed to be constantly working through something, focused on something.
He wanted to be the object of all that flustery, fussy, obnoxiously hot feminine energy.
He pulled at her hips, forcing her to move down his body. She scooted down, her pussy coming in contact with the skin of his chest, leaving a trail that crossed his torso. She hadn’t been wet in the car, but she didn’t have that problem now. She was soaked. She’d come all over his mouth. At the end, her little pussy had been so fucking greedy. She’d squirmed, forcing his tongue higher and higher into her hot cunt.
Cade had been right. Sex with Gemma was messy and nasty and gorgeous. A relationship with her would likely be the same. Fraught with peril, stress, and this amazing heat that sizzled between them.
She was difficult. She was righteously impatient. She had the brattiest mouth he’d ever met. She was so sweet deep down that he ached for her. She was the fucking one.
“Ride me.” He wanted her in control this first time. It was obvious her previous sexual history was a little bit of a horror story. He wanted her to get what she needed, to feel comfortable enough to really explore sex with them. Cade had played his part. He told her just how amazing her mouth was, how hot she’d gotten him.
A look of rabid determination crossed her face. Maybe having her on top was a mistake because her impatience was showing. She gripped his dick and started to guide it to her pussy.
“Stop, Gemma,” Cade said, his voice hard. “Condom. He needs a condom.”
She nodded and reached out. Damn it. She was going to do it. She took the condom Cade gave her and ripped open the package.
Yep, he’d made a horrible mistake and one he couldn’t take back. Gemma started to roll the condom over his dick in a precise, methodical manner that had him gritting his teeth. Slowly, so damn slowly, she began. She pinched the top, leaving space for his cum. He would bet she’d mastered that move in an attempt to get an A in sex education class. She’d probably practiced on a banana, but the banana likely hadn’t wanted to die because she was taking so long.
Still, the look of triumph on her face when she finished was worth his pain. “I did it.”