“No, baby.” Brandon placed a sweet kiss on her lips. “This is us, taking care of you. One more, I think.”
“Yes, one more,” Trace agreed.
“One more what?”
Instead of answering her in words, Trace kissed his way down her body. He moved her, parting her legs, and then a wave of pure pleasure swept over her as he opened his mouth over her pussy.
Too tired to be embarrassed, she surrendered instead to the arousal that shot through her. Brandon turned her face toward him and kissed her. His mouth covered hers completely, his tongue as masterful, as demanding as was Trace’s stroking her slit, teasing her clit. The two men shot her horniness to heights she’d never known were possible. One set of fingers began to pluck and pinch her nipples while another set burrowed and delved, sending what felt like an electric shock through her body. Then Trace captured her clit in his mouth. While his fingers stroked inside her and his mouth sucked on her clit, Brandon’s fingers became a vise, delivering a sharp bite to her nipples that combined with Trace’s actions, igniting her arousal.
Ecstasy cascaded through her, stunning in its intensity, rapturous in its beauty. Over and over again her body shivered and quivered as spasms wracked her. She gasped for breath, yet felt secure, cherished even, as Brandon eased his kiss and snuggled her in tight while Trace gently tapered his intimate caress.
Trace moved up her body and pressed close, so that she became enveloped by them. Breathing deeply, she drew in the scent of them, and of her own nectar. The room went dark.
“Sleep, sweetheart. We’re right here.”
The words sounded as if they’d come from an echo chamber. And then thought ceased as Rachel felt herself sink into sleep.
* * * *
Rachel was having the most erotic dream ever. Sweet hot arousal curled through her, awakening the woman within, that part of her she’d ignored for far too long.
As she felt herself rise from the depths of sleep, and as she awakened, she realized it wasn’t a dream she was experiencing at all but thrilling, sensual reality. She opened her eyes to two men, both handsome of face and fulsome of hands, who were looking down at her. Their hands worked wonders on her body. Their sleep-tousled hair and sexy grins let her know they had indeed stayed with her all night and were intent on giving her even more pleasure than they had the night before.
The press of their hot naked cocks against her hips whet her appetite. As if they’d happened just moments and not hours before, the memory of those two incredible orgasms drenched her mind with delicious memories.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Trace followed his greeting with a kiss that was wet and wow, despite its brevity. She caught a hint of something different in the flavor.
“Good morning.” She tasted herself on her tongue and didn’t even worry about morning breath. She wanted more.
“What time do you have to be at work today, baby?” Brandon’s voice was so sexy it sent an extra shiver through her.
“I start my shift at ten today.”
“Perfect. Was Libby planning to go home before she headed off to the stables?”
Rachel smiled. She didn’t know what time it was, but she’d bet it was early yet. It hadn’t been that late when she’d conked out the night before. “No, she and Bonnie likely stayed awake half the night, chatting up a storm. Tasha will probably have to awaken her so she can get ready to get there on time today.”
“Well, that’s just perfect all the way around,” Trace said.
“It is?”
Instead of answering her, Trace flipped the blankets down. Since she was in the middle, and Brandon did the same thing on her other side, she found herself completely uncovered.
Rachel hadn’t been free enough, emotionally, to enjoy being naked with these two hot men the night before. But a new day had brought a newness of spirit—or maybe that sense of newness was thanks to the attention and care Brandon and Trace had poured upon her the night before.
They’d given, but not taken. Rachel thought that was a very important thing for her to understand. She wanted, very much, to give back.
“What time is it?”
“Not even six yet,” Brandon said. He used a hand to gently brush her hair out of her face. “Before we begin the D/s portion of our relationship, we want you to do some research. We also need to talk about hard and soft limits and expectations. We’ll get to all that. But for right now…are you still willing to give yourself to us?”
“Yes, please.” She looked from him to Trace. Both men wore hungry expressions. For her own part, she’d awakened horny, thanks to their very talented hands. Her body’s response to being naked and in bed with these men was unmistakable. Her nipples had pinched so tight they almost ached, and she felt her body’s moisture coating the lips of her pussy.
“We’ve both been tested, and we’re clean,” Brandon said. He laid his hand on her and stroked her body, his fingers splayed as he ran that hand from the valley between her breasts to her mound. His baby finger stroked back and forth just above her clit. “Are you protected?”
“No. I’ve never had the need to be.” She looked at both men in turn, her innate honesty compelling her to make sure they knew the truth. “I doubt, very much, that I’ll ever get pregnant again.” I’ll never be able to have their babies. Funny how that thought, so foreign to her, should send such a shaft of pain to her heart.
“The doctor told you this?” Trace asked.
“No. But several years of trying after Libby was born didn’t result in another pregnancy for me. I’m positive I’m safe.”
Rachel didn’t know how to interpret the look that Brandon just gave her. But then he followed that look with a kiss. His flavor seeped into her, a
