She’d wanted the ménage for days but hadn’t known how to ask. She smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Eyes on me, Rachel. Fuck me, sweetheart.”
Trace used his big, work-roughened hands to bracket her waist and help her move on him. She held his gaze as she rode, letting him see all her passion, all her love. Had she thought herself asexual? She wasn’t, not at all. She was an earthy, vibrant voluptuary, and she loved, absolutely loved, making love with these men.
Brandon had left the bed the moment Trace had lifted her, but he returned. On his knees behind her, he kissed her shoulder. “Lie down on Trace, baby. Give me that beautiful ass of yours.”
Rachel slid down so her head rested on Trace’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands up and down her back.
The sensation of Brandon spreading lube on her rosebud coaxed a moan from her throat. She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, a totally involuntary action.
“Fuck that feels good, woman. Do it again.”
Rachel’s smile felt sexy as she immediately obeyed the Dom beneath her. His groan of appreciation made her feel as if she was the sexiest woman alive.
Brandon’s fingers caressed over her anus once more, and then he pushed them into her. Two strong fingers worked their way past her sphincter. The burning made her arousal super-heated. Her nipples drew tighter, and her juices…
“Ah, you just drenched me, Rachel.” Trace tightened his arms around her as he thrust up, giving his cock one solid, firm drive into her.
“You’re so deep inside me. I love it.”
Brandon eased his fingers out of her then tented her. His hands on her ass gently gripped and spread her cheeks just slightly. He placed his condom-covered cock on her rosebud and began to push into her.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let go, let Brandon inside.”
The burning grew and morphed to pain, and all Rachel could do was breathe and feel the way her body responded to this new invasion. Her pussy was so wet! Brandon pushed and pushed, and she did her best to relax. She wanted so badly to have this, for herself, yes, but also to please them. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, consciously telling herself to let go. Just let go and give yourself to your men.
Everything within her responded, and Brandon’s cock slid all the way into her.
“Holy hell.” Trace’s two words sounded strangled. “I’ve never felt anything like this. I don’t know if I can…”
Brandon had gone tense, breathing deeply, in a way that told Rachel he was close to the edge. “Don’t move, baby. I’m not going to last. It’s too damn good. Just let me…”
“So full…so good…please…oh…oh…I think I’m actually going to…” Rachel couldn’t have held back her words, and now, she didn’t think she could say one more thing.
It stunned her, not just that she was in the center of all this mindless, word-shattering euphoria but that her orgasm was bubbling up and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
They sensed her oncoming climax and moved, both of them and each of them. They fucked her, in and out and back and forth in tandem. Their motions ensured she had a cock inside her constantly. Over and over again they took her, faster, harder, until there was no rhythm, no style. There was only greed and need and finally deed, as they pleasured her and themselves.
Rachel screamed in time with the masculine shouts, the male curses that turned the air blue. But none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was the moment, the sublime, rapturous moment they shared an orgasm bigger, better, than any that had come before.
It was a special, sacred moment. Three people, one love, evolved in that orgasmic eruption into one flesh. They were joined, connected more solidly than they’d ever been before.
Rachel closed her eyes and let the love pour over, through, and around her. This was the answer to every prayer she’d never dared to pray.
This was total and complete bliss.
The snap and sizzle faded, and they lay in a heaving, sated heap. Rachel chased her breath and waited for her heart to stop racing.
“Are you all right, baby?”
“Good. I didn’t know anything could be that good.”
She felt Brandon’s smile on her naked shoulder. He kissed her then eased himself off and then out of her. She had a flash of the sense of being bereft when he withdrew from her body. Just a flash, and then she was fine.
“I’ll be right back, baby.”
She laid her head back down on Trace’s chest. “I’d have been worried about all the noise we made if you hadn’t proven to me how soundproof this room is.”
Trace chuckled. “It was a good test for all of us, I think.”
The guys had brought her here last Sunday and asked her to open the bedroom door, which had been closed. Inside, the sound system had been on, full blast. She hadn’t heard a thing before she’d opened the door.
“I should get off you.”
“Only if you want to.”
Rachel yawned. When Brandon came back to bed, he used a warm, wet cloth to remove the lube from her then eased her off Trace. He padded back to the bathroom and returned again moments later. Rachel snuggled in with her head still on Trace while Brandon spooned her.
“It’s been a hell of a day,” Trace said.
“The worst of days and the best of days,” Rachel said.
“When will you move in here, baby? I’ll rest easier knowing, while I’m in San Angelo through the week, that you’ll be here with Trace.”
“You won’t mind that we’ll be in this bed every night without you?”
“Of course not.” He kissed the side of her face. “There might be occasions when I’m temporarily deployed around the country for a short period of time, too. Lusty is home for all
