“We want to build a relationship with you that extends out of the bedroom, one that involves the complete woman you are—because you’ll sure as hell get all of us.”
“I can ask you for anything?”
“Absolutely.”
Both men spoke as one, and it was a strange sensation, their two voices joined together that way.
She looked at Brandon. “I just realized I’d never made love before you. It was the most astounding sensation ever. But…” She looked over her shoulder at Trace. “But I feel like I need you, too, to make it complete.”
“Of course, you do,” Trace said.
Trace cupped the side of her face at the same instant that Brandon slipped out of her. She had just long enough to realize that Brandon had worn a condom. Trace’s hand helped her turn to face him. On his side, he rose above her and stroked her face gently.
“Give me your mouth, sweetheart.”
Her obedience was instant, the thrill of his words every bit as potent as Brandon’s. His lips covered hers, and his tongue led hers on a dance of heady seduction. His flavor sank into her, and that sense of needing something more began to ease. This was the second half of her own personal elixir of life, and she drank him down eagerly.
Trace weaned his lips from hers and placed butterfly kisses on her forehead and eyes. His gaze held hers, and Rachel knew in that moment that Trace hungered for her every bit as much as she craved him. His quick grin was the only warning she got.
He lifted her and laid her on him. She felt the texture of the latex and realized she’d been so captivated by Brandon she hadn’t noticed Trace had suited up, too.
She did notice that Brandon left the bed, likely to deal with his condom. But that was a peripheral kind of knowing. She looked down at Trace and kept her gaze locked on his.
“Take my cock inside you, Rachel. Ride me.”
This, too, was a new experience. She hadn’t realized that a man as…well, as Alpha as Trace, would let her be on top.
“Show me how, please.”
Such pleasure lit his face she felt as if she’d given him something special. How easily he lifted her!
“Reach down and put my cock at the entrance of your cunt, sweetheart.”
Rachel loved the sensation of Trace’s latex-covered cock in her hand. It was easier than she imagined, placing Trace’s cock at the entrance to her body.
He eased her down toward him, and the sensation of his hot and hard cock filling her was just so damn good.
“Now, sweetheart, lift up just a little then ease on back down, and you’ll be riding me. Whether you want to keep it to a walk or try out a lope or a gallop, for the moment, that’s up to you. And while you do that, I’m going to help myself to your luscious breasts.”
She’d never considered her own breasts to be particularly luscious. And then the rest of what he said, that she could set the pace “for the moment” filtered into her mind.
She began a small bit of movement, a slow up and down that meant that she was pleasuring them both. Their gazes held, and she shivered as the sensation of Trace’s cock reaming her, along with the hot, sometimes sharp tug he gave her nipples, combined to send her arousal oh, so high.
Over and over she rocked them, the sensations a wondrous buffet of addiction, each movement, each tug bringing her higher, and higher still.
“You feel good inside me.” Her cheeks warmed. She’d never been one to talk in bed.
Time to throw out every one of my old false “used to” beliefs.
Trace’s expression turned tender. “Good, because you sure as hell feel wonderful on my cock.”
The bed jostled as Brandon came back to them, crawling up the mattress until he was beside them. He halted his progress by her shoulder and then gained his knees.
Trace nodded his head toward the other man, and Rachel turned her attention to him—to find Brandon’s naked, fully aroused cock just a couple of inches from her mouth.
She looked up and met Brandon’s gaze then down and encountered Trace’s grin.
“This is where I take over the pacing,” Trace said. “Just open your mouth, sweetheart, and let us have you. I promise, we’ll pleasure us all.”
Rachel took them at their word. They had to know by now she wasn’t very experienced. She looked again at Trace’s face, and when he nodded and smiled, she turned her attention to the cock that was so close to her. The clean, mouth-watering aroma called Brandon began to fill her senses. A tiny glistening drop called to her, and she found herself completely unable to resist. She leaned just a bit closer to him and opened her mouth.
The reality of what happened next totally eclipsed everything she’d ever known—or thought she’d known—about fellatio.
Brandon’s cock wasn’t the first one she’d had in her mouth, but it was the first one she’d wanted there. The feel of him, the exquisite soft/hard sensation, and the flavor of that tiny drop of dew affected her in an unexpected way. Rachel was being fed something she knew now she’d craved, and missed, her entire life.
Like the sensation of having Brandon’s mouth on her sex, the sharing, the pleasure inherent in this act was absolute. This was intimacy at its zenith, and Rachel shivered as her arousal grew.
Brandon’s hands on her head and Trace’s on her waist as they moved her, as they
