Geneva knelt between his thighs and licked the tip, swirling it and making her lover’s hips jerk. She sucked the cap, then inched him deeper, fondling his balls as he rested his head on the back of the sofa, apparently in heaven.

Devon ’s hand slid under Lily’s short dress, finding her mound. With a whimper she spread, giving him access, her senses quickly becoming overwhelmed by the couple’s skilled seduction. He stroked and petted her pussy, keeping her on edge but not allowing her to go over.

“Keep watching. I want you primed for me,” Devon said, blue eyes glittering.

Lord, the man was gorgeous with his blond hair artfully spiked, long dusky lashes, full kissable lips. She wanted him so much. But the other couple captured her attention again, sending her blood pressure higher.

Geneva deep-throated Jude, swallowing him again and again, slurping noisily. Just before he lost control, she pulled off, leaving him flushed and desperate, his erection almost purple with need. But he didn’t have to suffer for long.

“Condom?”

“Pants pocket,” Jude said hoarsely.

She expedited the matter efficiently, rolling the condom down onto his shaft. Standing, she shed her black dress and straddled his lap, grabbed the base of his penis, brought the head to her entrance.

“Yes,” Devon hissed.

Lily groaned with them as the lovely woman sank onto his cock. Everything about the couple was beautiful: her pale, slender limbs, her spine arching, glorious red hair cascading to her ass. Jude’s cock impaling her, fingers gripping her slender waist, his sexy face etched with desire.

“ Devon, please,” Lily begged.

“Not yet. Soon.”

Jude held his lover firm, fucking her, cock disappearing and withdrawing. “Always so good, honey. Ahh, yes, give me your sweet pussy.”

She did, raising and lowering herself, increasing the tempo of their strokes until she was bouncing on his lap. Helpless noises of pleasure escaped from them both as they fucked with abandon, flesh slapping.

“Gonna come,” Jude panted. “Come with me.”

Two more thrusts and he stiffened, shouting his release. Geneva ground onto his cock, crying out with her orgasm, and they trembled together, Jude making several more quick pumps into her, milking the rest.

“Now, Lily. Come over here,” Devon said, taking her hand. He pulled her up and led her to a thick rug in front of the fireplace. Candles glowed on the hearth, making the scene inviting.

Her body was on fire as he pulled the dress over her head and studied her in bold admiration. Then he guided her to lie on the rug and parted her legs, lying between them on his stomach.

Sure fingers exposed her, baring her to his tongue. He used it expertly, slipping it into her channel, lapping every inch he could reach.

“Oh, yes,” Lily said, unfurling for him. “Like that. Don’t stop.”

Turning her head in a daze, she saw Jude and Geneva kissing, his cock still buried within her. Lily felt hot, so hot she might melt in her skin.

“What do you want?” Devon asked, gazing up at her with a sly smile.

“What?”

“You’re still watching them. Tell me-us-what you want.” He gestured to his wife and Jude. “What’s the point in being a foursome if you don’t explore?”

“I-I-”

“Tell me, Lily.”

“I want them to come over here. I…”

“Yes?” His tone was patient, encouraging.

“I want to be devoured,” she whispered.

Devon ’s eyes flashed dark with arousal. “You want three mouths worshipping your body? Taking you somewhere you’ve never dared?”

“Yes.” She was going to combust. “Then I want you to fuck me hard.”

“Good girl. Geneva?”

“We heard, darling. Here we come, pun intended.”

Geneva led Jude over, situating him on one side of Lily, herself on the other. Devon ’s low voice set the tone for the scene.

“Lily, raise your arms above your head and cross them at your wrists, as though you’re tied,” he said. “It’s an act of trust, of giving up all control to us. We won’t do anything to hurt you and will bring you only pleasure. But we are going to ravish you, do anything we please to your delicious body, and you’re going to surrender completely. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes!” Just the simple act of positioning her arms that way made her feel more vulnerable than she’d ever been.

Geneva stretched out beside her, cupping one of Lily’s breasts, gently rolling the nipple in her fingers. “She’s lovely, Dev. All spread for us.”

“So hot,” Jude agreed, skimming her stomach. He bent to her, kissing and nibbling.

Devon returned to his mission of eating her pussy and suddenly, three mouths were indeed making a feast of her. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to them, let the tide sweep her away. Jude was right-in some instances, not being able to see heightened the other senses. Every touch, kiss, and caress felt so big. So much more.

Twin mouths suckled each of her nipples, greedy. Her clit pulsed in time to the manipulations of tongue and lips. She was nothing now except a mass of erogenous zones being tasted, a banquet. A carnal sacrifice.

Just as she began to unravel, the lips feasting on her pussy disappeared. She made a sound of protest and in seconds, her bottom was hoisted upward in strong hands. The blunt head of a cock found her entrance and she opened her eyes to see Devon crouched there, expression filled with lust. Sexy as the devil.

He pulled her forward, speared her deeply, in one smooth thrust.

Lily pushed onto him, frantic. “Oh, yes!”

“Hard and fast?”

“Fuck me into the floor,” she begged.

She didn’t have to ask twice. Holding tight, he pumped into her, gave her all he had. He pounded into her, driving her wild, and she met him stroke for stroke.

As she reached the pinnacle, the pair working her nipples swooped on her mouth, claiming it in a three-way kiss. Tongues teasing, playing.

Lily’s orgasm detonated and she bucked, flying high, riding wave after wave of pure molten flame. Her descent to reality was gradual and she lay gasping, becoming aware of three grinning faces surrounding her.

“Well,” she said with a shaky laugh. “You guys sure know how to devour a girl.”

They all laughed as well and Devon said, “You made a request and we aim to please.”

“Which you do quite marvelously,” she praised, sitting up.

Devon winked. “Thank you. What shall we do now? Enjoy our nightcap and perhaps recuperate for round two?”

“I’m easy,” Jude quipped.

Geneva patted his arm. “We know.”

Jude opened his mouth to reply, but cocked his head. “What’s that?”

“Don’t hear anything,” Devon said, then paused. “Oh, wait, I do. Someone’s cell phone. I think it’s coming from Jude’s clothes.”

“I’ll get it.” Geneva got up and walked to the sofa, fishing in Jude’s shirt pocket. Retrieving the phone, she came back and pressed it into his hand.

“Thanks.” Jude flipped the device open. “Hello? Yes. Who is this?”

Time crawled to a stop as everyone watched the satisfied, happy light die, his face turning ghost white as he answered some questions, listened.

“Oh, God, no.”

The bottom dropped out of Lily’s stomach.

Jude answered the phone, expecting anyone on earth besides the man who greeted him in a somber tone.

“Is this Jude St. Laurent?”

“Yes. Who is this?”

“Mr. St. Laurent, my name is Detective Dan Phillips. Do you own the home at 5573 Cherrywood Lane?”

“I do.”

“And you have a young man by the name of Liam O’Neil living in your home; is that correct?”

He hesitated, taken completely off guard. “That’s right. What is this about?”

“Mr. St. Laurent,” the detective began, voice sympathetic, “you were listed as the emergency contact in Mr. O’Neil’s wallet. I’m very sorry to inform you of a break-in that occurred at your residence tonight. Mr. O’Neil was attacked by the intruder, but managed to call 911. He was taken to the hospital but-”