maleness. Both of them were, just in different ways.
Luke smoothed his hands down her sides, over the rounded curves of her hips, and he hooked his thumbs in her panties. He gave a little tug and Jasmine's eyes flicked back to his. There was a question deep in those eyes. As if to answer it, she sat up, lifting her ass and allowing him to slide her panties all the way off.
The palm of his hand pressed to her abdomen, then traced down to her mound. She gasped as his fingers slid down to her clit and a sly grin spread across his lips. With increasing pressure, he rubbed in circular motions over her swollen nub. Her body vibrated with arousal. The damp heat in her loins was demanding, aching for more. And from the look in his eyes he knew it. Yet she remained silent as she clenched his hip, bracing herself as her other hand worked the length of his cock.
She closed her eyes for a moment. Should she?
Evan was taking his time rustling in the suitcase. She didn't know what the two men had in mind. And who knew if she was overstepping? Let alone where the boundaries might lie. But right then, she was so damned aroused, and she wanted to. So she steeled herself and leaned down.
Luke made an appreciative sigh when her lips touched his cock, as if he hadn't expected it. As her tongue explored with light swirls over the head, she wanted to smile at the sudden control she had over this handsome stranger.
She'd never been any good at being spontaneous, always second guessing herself while her partners took the lead. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sex. Well, she wanted to enjoy it at least, but the awkward nakedness of it always left her a little unsettled, even if the sensation felt great. She didn't blame any of her lovers for that. No, it was all her. Her own body. Her own hang-ups.
But somehow, she was at ease with these men. Maybe because they were already in a stable relationship; their comfort level with each other seemed to translate to her. Even when Evan returned and discretely set a foil-wrapped condom down on the bed next to her, she knew that they had her best interest in mind.
The implication didn't bother her at all. The intent behind it was obviously precaution, not a demand. Most of the men she'd slept with had viewed protection with a kind of ill will, like it was a necessary evil or some kind of obstacle. Evan's gesture was different, like a request full of sincerity: "Be careful with my lover." He stepped back, and Jasmine reached out to touch his hand lightly. An acknowledgement. Of course she would.
So she stretched out her legs and crossed her ankles around Luke, pulling him closer so she could take more of his cock down her throat. As she licked down his hard length, his fingers massaged harder, grinding against her pubic bone, making her body pulse with wet heat. She throbbed with pent-up need for release, her fingers tightening on his firm hips.
Then she felt Evan press behind Luke, pushing him against her. His hand stroked her head, then her cheek. A gentle touch as her head bobbed up and down. She was so close to both of them now, their masculine scents compelling her, the desire pounding in the back of her mind.
"God, that feels great." Luke murmured as he leaned back against Evan.
Jasmine glanced up, not knowing if he was talking to her, or to Evan. But she found both of them looking down at her, smiling. She blushed, but their gazes were flattering. Not judgmental, nor smug. She gave Luke's cock a little lick under the head, and was gratified when it jumped against her tongue. Then she lifted her head up and smiled.
"You feel good too. I'm really glad I…" Let you pick me up? Got into a threesome with you? "… did this," she finished lamely. There wasn't a way to say it that didn't sound stupid. How do you tell two guys that you're glad they didn't turn out to be jerks? Or make her feel like crap to feed their own egos. Like most of the others she'd been with.
But as she was fumbling for words