The Landscaper Series, 2
Their chemistry is undeniable. But can it ever be more than lust?
Two months have passed since Kyle’s hotter-than-hell fling with Tracy Dawson. Kyle can’t get the sexy housewife out of his head. When Tracy calls, they reconnect, and Kyle finds their chemistry hotter than ever.
Wealthy Eric Dawson enjoyed paying the rugged landscaper to pleasure Tracy while he watched, but he has a new proposal: joining them in bed. Kyle agrees, and the threesome push boundaries with every encounter.
But how far is Kyle truly willing to go?
Be warned: MMF sex, sex for money, voyeurism
I kneeled before her on the carpet and unbuttoned my shirt. I threw it aside as Tracy opened her legs. Her pussy was still shaved bare, and her lips were pink and slick. I licked her thigh, tasting her skin and inhaling her musk.
She spread her legs wider and put her hands on my head. I kept my eyes open so I could watch Eric with my peripheral vision. He licked his lips, and his hand moved toward his cock.
Tracy squirmed, grabbing my hair and pushing my mouth toward her clit. I gave it a soft flick with my tongue, eliciting a deep moan. I teased her, running my tongue down her slit and pressing it into her wet opening. I fucked her with my mouth until her wetness coated my chin.
Her moans filled the room, bouncing off the high ceiling. Eric started rubbing his shaft through his pants. My cock throbbed as I imagined shoving down my pants and sinking into her wet heat.
I put my hands beneath her ass and hauled her closer, focusing on her clit. When I lifted her legs over my shoulders, Eric grunted. I slid two fingers into her and she cried out, digging her nails into my arms.
I pumped slowly at first, increasing my speed when her ass lifted off the couch. I wondered if Eric was playing with himself, but I didn’t want to lose my rhythm. I licked her faster and faster, in time with the strokes of my fingers until her legs tensed and she screamed.
Two short bursts of fluid filled my throat. She bucked against me, wailing and trembling. I swallowed everything she gave me, cleaning her with my tongue and lips until her legs relaxed and her breathing slowed.
“Did she squirt?” Eric asked.
I nodded. Eric exhaled and leaned back in the chair.
“Good girl,” he purred.
“Oh, baby, that felt so good.”
I couldn’t tell if she was talking to Eric or me, but it didn’t matter. She squeezed my hands, and my heart caught in my chest. I leaned against the couch, catching my breath.
Eric adjusted his pants. “I wanted to talk to Kyle before we went upstairs.”
“Sorry, honey, I couldn’t wait.”
She pushed her leg against my side. I wrapped my hand around her calf and placed a soft kiss on her knee.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked.
“You and Tracy still have an obvious connection,” Eric said. “I’d like to continue the arrangement we had before.”
“We’ll discuss pay later, if you don’t mind.” His eyes met mine, and my stomach fluttered. “I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with the amount.”
I came over to fuck Tracy again, but I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t care about the money. I was mostly over the guilt about getting paid for sex; they were both willing, and they could afford it. The money helped bring my business out of debt.
I stood and picked up my shirt. Tracy’s naked body looked almost obscene in the ornate living room.
“One more thing,” Eric said.
“Yeah?” I asked, a little breathless.
“I’d like to join you and Tracy in bed.”
My pulse pounded in my throat. What the fuck? I’d fantasized about a threesome, but I was afraid to ask for it.
“What exactly are we talking about?”
“Me,” he said. “In bed with you and Tracy. Not participating. Well, not at first.”
Jesus, was I considering this? Eric’s tongue darted out to coat his bottom lip, and my cock throbbed.
Tracy looked up at me from beneath her dark lashes. “What do you think, Kyle?”
No thinking. Wanting. I glanced at the stairs, then took Tracy’s hand.
I started writing stories when I was five years old. I wrote essays, articles and and over a million words of nonfiction before turning to fiction in 2011. I watched erotic romance authors having way too much fun, and after writing my first erotic romance, I was hooked.
I write about sexy handy man heroes who work with their hands and the women who lust after them. My imagination is filled with delivery men, landscapers, carpenters, etc. Don’t worry, ladies, there’s enough to go around!
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