warmth. My fingers delve further into her as Ian enters me, sinking himself deep into my heat. I push back against him, trying to take him deeper.
Jez grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my face away from the warmth of her sex. “I want a piece of your boy’s cock, you have to share.” I feel instantly empty as Ian withdraws from me. Rolling over to the side, I can’t help capturing Ian’s cock in my mouth and stroking my tongue around his hard, velvety shaft. As I pull my mouth off his cock, I guide him inside Jez, watching as his length disappears into her. I am aroused beyond belief, and I don’t know which was hotter—having Ian inside me or watching him take Jez. I move back to Jez’s mouth and kiss her with all the frustration that is flowing through me. She kisses me back with equal enthusiasm. Ian pulls her legs around him and thrusts deep, he can’t resist the temptation of my ass as I lean over kissing Jez, he slaps it hard enough to warm my skin and set the fire of desire racing through me.
Jez’s movements are becoming frenzied and I can tell she is close. I remove my mouth from her lips and move lower to lavish attention to her perky nipples, as my fingers roam to my own clit and begin to rub the ache throbbing between my legs.
“Don’t come yet, Angel, wait for me.” Ian commands as he pulls Jez into his lap and picks up the pace.
“Jesus Christ,” Jezebel swears as her body shudders and goes limp. With a slight smile she pulls Ian in for a kiss. “Our Angel is right, you are an amazing fuck.” With a wink in my direction, Jez rolls off Ian and settles herself in to watch us finish.
“God, I want you, Angel,” Ian says, as he hungrily closes his mouth over mine and devours it, his tongue swirling in the depths.
I push him down on the bed and climb on top of him. I guide his length inside me and begin to ride him. I take him deep so that he is filling me, easing the ache while building it up at the same time. His hands cover my breasts. I toss my head back as waves of ecstasy wash over me in one continuous flow of desire. The heat is building, my body is winding up tighter and my skin is tingling. In a moment of mind-numbing pleasure my body surrenders completely to Ian, he shudders within me and the vague noise of Jez clapping makes its way through my lust-induced haze.
“Jolly good show, you two,” Jez exclaims.
I shake my head at Jez and the crazy things that come out of her mouth. Ian is sitting grinning like an idiot. “What is up with you?” I gasp. “Are we going to have to include Jez every time we fuck now?”
“Maybe,” Ian says, still smiling. He waves the meter he has been using to monitor my energy levels. “Hey, Jez, feel like helping us save the world?”
Chapter Ten
With a final tug on the leather strap, I tighten my thigh holster into place and slip my pistol into the pouch. I am officially armed with enough weapons to wage a small war, and Ian and Jez are likewise prepared. The inner city where the crystal is housed is a cesspool of crime and depravity. The splatter of raindrops echoes through the steamer car. I shrug into an oiled-leather duster that falls to my ankles, concealing my leather pants, emerald-green corset and leather chest harness. Jezebel is dressed similarly, and Ian looks like a displaced professor forced into the company of a few unfortunates. He is a sexy professor though.
“Are you ready, my cherubs?” Jez asks as she settles her breathing apparatus to her face. The breathing apparatus is a gas mask converted with bottled oxygen. The air quality will be poor at best, nonexistent at worst, and it pays to be prepared.
“I am always ready,” I say with a wink aimed at Jez as I slip my own mask into place.
“You two are incorrigible. Thanks to you guys, I am going to be walking into hell with an erection,” Ian grumbles, as he settles his own mask into place.
“Stop your whining,” Jez chastises as she slides the door
Gregg Olsen, Kathryn Casey, Rebecca Morris