“No, Master, not stop. I just need to catch my breath,” Sloan panted.
Merlin looked up and met Dane’s satisfied smile with one of his own. Oh yeah, Sloan was the woman for them. Now all they had to do was figure out how to keep her beyond Sunday evening.
“Deep breaths, angel. Relax and feel the pleasure in being full of your Master and Sir,” Merlin murmured as he brushed what he knew was an involuntary tear from her cheek.
* * * *
Sloan heard his voice, but didn’t understand his words. She felt his touch, but couldn’t react. She couldn’t do anything except lay between these two hot-bodied men and try not to scream. Her orgasm hovered over the bed like a thick cloud, ready to rain down on her.
All her muscles were contracting in anticipation, and she was afraid she might shatter before that release came. Finally, Merlin’s words began to penetrate. Slow, deep breaths, yeah, right, sure. How was she supposed to breathe slow and deep when her body felt like it was a single millimeter from being split in two?
Closing her eyes, she focused her breathing. Then she worked on relaxing. Once she could breathe without gasping, the need to come retreated just enough so she could speak. The fullness was no longer painful, but filled her with a deep sense of connection. She tried to shift, but their lower bodies were so close together she couldn’t. She needed…
“More,” she whispered as she opened her eyes and met Merlin’s dark chocolate gaze. “I need more. Move. Fuck me, please.”
She watched Merlin’s gaze shift to look over her shoulder and nod. She sighed as Dane lifted from where he lay over her, skin to skin. As cool air wafted across her damp skin, his large hands wrapped around her hips.
He shifted her hips, showing her how to move so she would ride Merlin while stroking him as well. The men worked in tandem, one pulling out while the other pushed in. One long, hard cock always filled her.
She heard them murmur, to her and each other, but their words made no sense to her. Their warm and gentle tones were enough to assure her that they were pleased.
They became a sexual engine. Their movements gathered speed, but it wasn’t enough.
“More. Harder. Please,” Sloan panted as her lust built. She could feel her orgasm gather at the base of her skull then rocket down her spine, out to her fingers and toes then back again to gather in her pelvis. Just a little more, a little harder.
Dane’s fingers pressed deep into her skin as he moved her faster, harder, shoving her over the peak of her sexual mountain. She screamed as the orgasm exploded, filling every atom of her being with sexual fire.
Dane’s deep growl harmonized with Merlin’s cry as they followed her through the gateway of orgasmic bliss. She felt the added heat as their juices exploded from them and filled the latex sheaths separating their bodies. The knowledge that they’d all come together caused a second orgasm to roll over her, this one sending every muscle she’d relaxed into spasmodic clenching once again.
She rode it out, continuing to buck against the men. Finally, she collapsed against Merlin’s chest.
Dane rested heavily over her for a moment, a hot, wet human blanket. She felt his heart racing against her back and Merlin’s against her breast and smiled as blackness rolled over her.
* * * *
Once he’d regained his senses after the most intense sexual experience of his life, Dane wrapped his arms around both angel and pet and rolled them so they all lay on the bed. They remained connected though it was only a matter of time before spent cocks would drop from angel’s hot, loving core.
He kissed angel’s shoulder and neck. Looking at Merlin, he saw the same bone-deep satisfaction he felt. He also saw love in the man’s eyes and knew he felt the same way. They’d found their woman. An adventurous angel who completed them. Would she believe their love was true? Especially since they knew nothing about one another?
Leaning over her, he kissed Merlin before gently easing from Sloan’s back hole. With a sigh, he rolled from the bed. After cleaning up, he brought two warm cloths back to the bedroom. He handed one to Merlin before cleaning Sloan up. Once they were back in the bathroom, he brought the covers up over the figures in the bed before crawling back in himself. Sloan had rolled over in her sleep. Merlin snuggled against her back after Dane lifted her head to rest on his chest. As her breath softly caressed his skin, he allowed himself to enjoy the contented feeling that settled over his heart.
“She’s incredible, isn’t she?” Merlin asked, his soft words slurred with exhaustion.
Chapter 11
By Sunday evening, Sloan was wonderfully sore and carried a secret—she had fallen in love. Not with one or the other, but with both men.
They’d spent the entire weekend naked, putting on aprons only to cook meals. They’d even played in the well-screened backyard in the buff. The men were attentive and loving but not overbearing in their dominance. Their playtimes were eye-opening and enjoyable, even when Merlin introduced Sloan to his favorite flogger while Dane held her stretched across the bed.
They’d even allowed her some alone time Saturday afternoon to write. They only demanded that she share what she’d written over dinner. The resulting story was far from finished but was hotter than anything she’d written yet, and by the time she finished reading, her juices were pooling on the chair beneath her. She was not surprised when she looked up and found both men stroking themselves. Which led to Sloan’s next lesson in D/s lifestyle—being driven to and held just at the edge of orgasm for a long period of time.
After dinner Sunday evening, she climbed
