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sat back on his haunches. A brief look of puzzlement crossed his handsome features, but soon disappeared.
    “Well ladies, I have an idea. Connie, lie down next to Nicci, as close as you can get. I’m going to pleasure you both at the same time.”
    Nicci closed her eyes. Stop thinking, just enjoy. But she couldn’t stop thinking. Perhaps her reaction to Barrett was due to the fact she had not been with any man but Brad, and had not had sex since the terrible night over two years ago. All this oral play was one thing, but how would she react when they got around to the actual sex? To her, sex was deeply intimate. Nicci didn’t know if she could treat it as casually as Connie seemed to.
    Connie lay next to her, their thighs touching, their breasts brushing against each other. Connie reached for her hand and squeezed, just the reassurance she needed. Connie always knew when to give her support and friendship.
    Barrett rose up on his knees and fit himself between their spread legs.
    “You are both gorgeous.”
    Nicci couldn’t stop the flush from spreading over her cheeks. Warmth filled her from his words. Stop thinking, just enjoy.
    Barrett’s cock was hard as granite and it throbbed for release. Soon. He could insist they get to the screwing, he was more than ready, but he actually enjoyed all this foreplay. Hell, what he enjoyed the most was eating out Nicci. God, he never tasted anything so sweet, like honey nectar and heady as a fine wine. He couldn’t get enough. Barrett licked his lips, the effervescent taste of her lingered teasingly on his lips begging for more. Yes, he could go down on her again…and again. She was in a word, addictive, like a narcotic. He always went down on his partners, Barrett believed in giving pleasure. But none of it had the impact of being between Nicci’s thighs. He found himself suddenly curious about her. How old was she? What made her agree to this three-way? A wave of longing roared through him. He wanted to see her again.
    Barrett was shocked. They agreed this ménage would be a one-time thing. They didn’t even give last names. How could he convince Nicci he wanted to see her, date her? What did he have to offer any woman at the moment? He was a washed up, second-rate ball player currently out of work. He shook his head and mentally pushed the thoughts from his mind. Focus on the task at hand.
    The women looked at him expectantly. Nicci’s lips parted in a silent moan. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “After this, I want your mouth on my cock. I want to be so deep, feel your tongue glide up and down my length.” He was damn tempted to kiss her moist, full lips, but they agreed no kissing. Thinking back over the conversation at the bar, it was Nicci who made that little rule. His lips brushed by her cheek, his tongue darted out and teased the corner of her mouth. He pulled back, a bolt of electric heat snaked up his spine.
    His hand cupped Nicci’s right breast, and he reached for Connie’s left. His thumbs brushed by their nipples and they both moaned in unison. Leaning down, he sucked on one breast and then the other, and gave both equal attention. He pressed their breasts together, eliciting another groan from the ladies. After feasting on them for several minutes, Barrett pulled back, and teased Nicci’s wetness with his left hand. Good thing he had a long reach. With his right hand he did the same to Connie. Without warning, he plunged two fingers each into both of them at the same time. Nicci’s back arched like the taut string of a bow. He spread his fingers, stretching them and filling them. With quick scissor motions, he stroked the women in unison, his thumbs brushed by their hardened, swollen nubs. They moaned and Barrett felt his balls tighten. He was ready to come himself. This was damned hot. The air was heavy with the musky smell of sex, intermingled with sweat, cologne, and the ladies’ own sweet essence. His fingers moved faster as both women