“I’m the lucky one. I get to suck one lover’s cock while the other lover eats my pussy.”
“Oh, such dirty talk,” Dale said.
“Balances the earlier politeness,” Jenny said.
They were all three grinning. This, right here, was her miracle. Not that they loved and were loved. But that they rejoiced in it. Because here was joy, and here her eyes beheld the smiles of her men’s full hearts.
“Less talk. More action.” Jenny punctuated her demand by sucking Dale’s cock right into her mouth, taking him deep.
She closed her eyes and hummed, the taste of him so did it for her. She heard his curse, the way he sucked in a breath, and reveled when his cock pulsed and grew larger and hotter in her mouth as she sucked on him.
Parker set his mouth on her, giving her another languid lick. And then he became voracious. With lips and tongue and teeth, Parker feasted on her. Jenny couldn’t think. She could only give and receive. Her tongue lapped along Dale’s shaft as her mouth sucked, as she swallowed those precious little drops that promised so much more.
Her clit quivered and her body shivered as Parker lapped and licked and drank her down. His tongue stroked her clit, sending her arousal soaring toward the heavens. She needed more, and her hips rocked, celebrating this passion, this gift she never thought could ever be hers.
“Send her over, brother.” Dale’s command startled her, the words sounding as if they’d been pushed through clenched teeth, wrapped in desperation.
Fingers delved, fucking in and out and stroking her channel as lips surrounded her clit and suckled. Her climax exploded, and Jenny screamed as she came, releasing Dale’s cock as the hot lava of orgasm boiled her blood and pounded through her soul. Wave after wave bathed her in such pleasure it amazed her she could take it.
Parker placed sweet kisses on her thighs then gained his knees. Dale met her gaze, his expression impassioned.
“I need to come inside your cunt.” He stretched out beside her and reached for her, lifting her then bringing her down to straddle him.
She kept her gaze locked with his, humbled by the struggle she witnessed. Dale was fighting for control, and Jenny couldn’t deny her pride that she’d made him get to that point where he nearly lost it.
Parker left the bed but was back moments later.
“For our first ménage, I want us to come together.” As her usual more easy-going lover, Dale could be demanding when he wanted to be.
“It’s important to us, baby.” Parker kissed her shoulder.
“Then it’s important to me, too.” So she waited, lowering her head so she could give Dale a sweet kiss. He closed his eyes for just a moment then opened them. His smile was so full of love. She mentally framed the image. This moment would live in her heart forever.
Who said men were only interested in the physical aspect of lovemaking? Their desire to make this moment special—this first ménage, yes, but this first night of the rest of their lives, was as emotional as it could get. This day, she’d given them her promise. But they were already husbands and wife, in their hearts.
“Hands and knees for a moment, baby,” Parker said.
Jenny obeyed then moaned when he began to stroke her anus with lube-covered fingers. She shivered as he teased her pucker, as he pressed against it. Her clit awakened, eager for another orgasm. Her nipples grew hard, and her pussy became even wetter than it had been.
He tented her, and she inhaled the scent of Eros, smelling herself on his face. Angling her head toward him, Jenny heard an inarticulate mew escape her throat. She sighed when Parker, understanding her craving, kissed her. His mouth opened wide over hers and shared her flavor. Their tongues danced.
Beneath her, Dale exhaled then reached up and tweaked her nipples.
Parker kissed her shoulder, and she turned to face Dale. Her lover looked calmer, now, more in command of himself.
“Ride me, love. Take my cock inside your hot little pussy.”
Jenny moved, nearly euphoric when she felt Dale’s hot, hard cock slide into her. He brought her down so that her head lay on his chest. His hands smoothed over her back, and he thrust gently within her.
Parker coated her with more lube and began to press his fingers in. Jenny shivered, the burning sensation akin to pouring gas on a fire. She moaned as her arousal flamed.
“Our woman just drenched me,” Dale said. “Are you close, Jenny?”
“Yes.” She began to move a little, trying to fuck both men at once. Then Parker took his fingers from her. He moved, and in the next heartbeat, she felt the press of his condom-covered cock against her anus. Need swelled, and a shivering, demanding desperation began to grow within her. Burning became pain, a pain that tingled and then spread arousal to her clit and, she was sure, even her G-spot.
“Please… please, Parker!”
Parker pushed his cock into her, a slow, steady, and inexorable thrust. She whimpered and pushed back, pushed down, her body showing her how she could fuck both men at once.
“Holy hell.”
“Fuck, yes.”
Her lovers gave only two words each, and she had none. All there was inside her was a hungry greed, a force all its own that demanded and surrendered in the same instant.
They moved, these lovers of hers, taking, giving, even as she moved. This dance thrilled and lifted and ignited, and Jenny was caught within its thrall.
Cocks moved inside her, a see-saw motion as one lover thrust while the other retreated. New and exciting spasms and sizzling snaps traveled every inch of her body, setting every nerve ending ablaze.
Sweat and heat and a passionate kind of frenzy exploded, and their dance evolved, a whirling ceremony without words, without thought, a hot, heaving state of being that was everything and all.
Rapture ignited and consumed. Their shouts and grunts, their whispers and pleas, and
