Waves and pulses of pure pleasure, mind-blowing zaps of electrical thrills assailed her body, leaving no nerve ending untouched. Spasm after spasm contracted her pussy, and the low curses of her lover, overcome with his own orgasm, were the beat and the center and the soul of the music they made together.
Before she was ready, Lewis lifted her just enough for his cock to slide out of her. She heard the growl of disappointment before understanding it came from her. Lewis laid her on him again—and she felt the nudge of Randy’s condom-covered cock on her anus.
“Stop me if it’s too much.”
“Okay.”
A sharp slap landed on her ass. Michaela blinked. Well that’s interesting.
“She just gushed all over me.”
“I’ll try this again,” Randy said. “Stop me if it’s too much.”
“Yes, Sir.” No way in hell. She didn’t bother to tell him the truth—that especially in light of her body’s response to his smack, she welcomed what she knew would be a bite of pain. She welcomed it, because it would be a witness to this moment—one step closer to one flesh—and her willingness to give of herself to her men.
Randy’s hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks, drew her focus. Then he began to push, a slow and inexorable effort completely out of her control. The burn came and immediately morphed into more. She felt her sphincter opening and her body, against her heart’s desire, tense.
“Relax, baby girl. Lie on me and let go. Let Randy have you. Do it now.” Lewis’s hands stroked her as his words both soothed and commanded her. She wanted this and was determined to have this.
It took all her willpower to overcome her instincts. This was the meaning of the word surrender, to let go and give over control of the most intimate part of her body.
“Good girl.” Those two words once more stroked her feminine soul. Randy’s cock slid past her sphincter and all the way into her. She shivered. She quivered.
“Okay, sweetheart?”
Okay? Hell, no. All her thoughts shattered, and words emerged, words that were raw and real. “Fuck me. Oh, God, Randy, please fuck me! I need…”
“I know what you need. Hang on.” She heard the stress in his words, felt the tension in his body, and then he moved. He pulled out nearly all the way and then pushed in again, and Michaela lost her mind.
Her orgasm spewed up, up and then out, a volcanic explosion that took her beyond orgasm into something so much more. The sounds she made rang foreign in her ears, a growling scream that came from her deepest self. Randy shouted and swore and held himself deep inside her. She felt the pulsing, the heat of the condom that captured his seed, and then sank into the ecstasy that befell her.
Again and again the waves of pleasure washed over and through her.
Every bit of strength left her body, and Michaela closed her eyes as she floated back to earth again.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
She had enough left to smile and give him what she thought was an “mmm” sound. Then, because she knew her men, she reached for the words she needed to give them. “Oh, yeah, and a damn fine job you did of it, too.”
Lewis and Randy both chuckled, and it was like being bounced on a hard and magnificent surface. Randy kissed her shoulder.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
She couldn’t suppress the moan when he pulled out of her. Lewis held her, running his hand down her back in a slow and sweet caress. Michaela sighed and closed her eyes.
It seemed only a moment had passed when she felt movement on the bed. Then Randy was there, easing her off Lewis and moving in close so that she was delightfully sandwiched between her men.
“Still doing okay?” Randy kissed her shoulder again. She wiggled her butt against his cock.
“More than. Thank you.”
“I think you really liked that, baby girl. You gushed so hard on me.”
Michaela knew Lewis’s words were not only for herself. “I did.” She sighed again. “It felt special, so much so that I know that when you finally take me at the same time, it’s going to be spectacular. Spectacular and sacred.”
“You really are everything and all. You’ll marry us, right?” Lewis tilted her face up, and the look in his eyes melted her heart. “That wasn’t a very fancy proposal, but we’re really not fancy men. I guess it was kind of ham-handed because, in my heart, you’re already our wife.”
“It’s how I feel too, Michaela. I’ve felt that deep connection from the beginning. Our hearts and souls are already joined. Please say yes.”
“Of course, I’ll marry you both.”
“Good,” Randy said as he spooned her. “Sleep, now. A short little nap before we go to Laci’s.”
Their proposal might not have been one to create a viral video. But it had been the perfect proposal for her. Michaela felt her own smile on Lewis’s chest. Randy’s hand was on her belly, and Lewis’s hand was on her arm. Sated, beyond happy, she slid into sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Dev left the car on the road just east of the driveway. This was a good spot, because other than the house that was his target, nothing else and no one else was in sight. At nearly two-thirty in the morning, the world was quiet. Traffic on this particular FM road was practically non-existent at this hour.
He still had trouble getting used to the quiet and the dark and the strangling sense of claustrophobia from the wide-open Texas landscape. He’d been an urban dweller all his life and, in truth, had spent more time within a prison community than not.
He didn’t much mind bunking at his boy’s house in Waco. He’d even had hopes that he and the kid could work together on this. But Terry had proved to be a deep disappointment to him. Dev shook his head.
A couple days ago that little shit had
