“Yes, Master,” Drew said, grabbing his cock and starting to pump his cock hard and fast.
“Slow down and match your strokes to Hannah’s bobbing,” Brody ordered, not wanting to make things too easy for his boy.
Drew pulled a face but slowed his hand.
With that, Brody turned his attention to the woman staring at his cock as she licked her lips. She looked like she was ready to pounce. Which was amazing, considering how out of it she had been in just fifteen minutes earlier. “All right, baby girl, it’s your game now.”
Drew stood with his back to the shower, blocking the water so Hannah would not drown. Her lips parted and took in just the head of Brody’s cock. He hissed at the sweet warmth as she gently closed her mouth around his shaft. Her touch was soft and hot and oh-so-gentle as she swabbed her tongue around the head. Pulses of need surged through his body as his heartbeat picked up speed.
When Hannah began to take more of his cock, he slid his fingers through her hair and wrapped them around the back of her skull. He fought back the need to fuck her mouth. Though her mouth felt amazing, he could tell that she was inexperienced when it came to sucking cock.
“Oh, baby girl,” he murmured. “So fucking good.”
He did not realize his eyes had drifted shut until he had to force them open again. He smiled when Drew began making the noises he always did when he was close to his tipping point.
He then heard himself make the same kinds of sounds. “Hold back, babe. Come with me,” he panted.
Drew met his gaze with one of wide-eyed panic. “Too close, Master. Gotta come.”
Brody’s hips began thrusting as his own balls tightened and juices began to boil. “Now, babe. Come now.”
With a growling roar, he tightened his fingers around the back of Hannah’s head as his orgasm pulsed through him. His hips grew uncoordinated in their movements as he came. The orgasm was so intense his balls ached as they gave up their seed. By the time his cock finished pulsing, he could not feel his lower body.
Brody leaned heavily against the wall as Hannah tenderly licked his cock clean. When it became too sensitive, he eased from her mouth then motioned for her to stand. He was not surprised to see ropes of Drew’s release painted up and down her back. The man was leaning against the wall opposite him, gasping for breath as well.
While still using the wall for balance, Brody moved Hannah so she stood under the spray. Picking up a discarded washcloth, he quickly wiped here back free of Drew’s spend before rinsing her one last time.
After turning off the water, he dried his babies, and then himself. Taking Drew by one hand and Hannah by the other, he led the way to the king-size bed where they curled together under the covers and fell asleep like a pile of puppies.
Chapter Seven
Hannah slept deep, without dreams, worries, or thoughts of any kind, for the first night in weeks. A large, warm hand sliding across the naked skin of her belly jolted her awake. At the same instant, a phone rang out with a ringtone she did not recognize.
Frowning, she opened her eyes, and found herself nose to sternum with a large, slightly furred, fully masculine chest. When she tried to back up and figure out where she was, and who this was, she discovered her retreat was impeded by another large, warm, obviously male body.
She never slept naked. She had not slept with a man since leaving Seth, much less two men.
“Wha…” she croaked as another hand slid up her body to cup one of her naked breasts.
“Shhh, baby girl,” a deep, sleep-roughened voice said from above her head. “It’s all right. You’re safe. Go back to sleep.”
Taking a deep breath, she looked up into Brody’s heavy-lidded green eyes. He appeared to be more asleep than awake.
She worked to slow her racing heart as she thought back to what had happened the day before. Visiting the playroom with Brody and Drew and having the best sex of her life. The garage burning down. The shower.
All at once, she was wide-awake with a pussy purring with need. Shifting on the bed, she arched her back and brushed her breasts against Brody’s chest. At the same time, she pushed her ass toward Drew. She was not surprised when his hard cock pressed between the globes of her ass.
The phone quit ringing and silence descended over the room once more. Both men sighed and relaxed, apparently sliding back into their dreams.
Hannah knew she would not be able to go back to sleep. She was a morning person. Even after three years working in the Tavern, she still woke early and was most productive in the first hours of the day.
Feeling playful, she slowly moved her right arm from where it draped over Brody’s waist down. Moving as slow as refrigerated molasses, she slid her hand over his hip and between their lower bodies. Knowing Drew was hard made her curious as to Brody’s condition.
She touched and lightly traced a line up the side of Brody’s sizeable erection. She smiled when it twitched and seemed to grow even larger. The man shifted and took a breath, telling her he was on the verge of waking up. But the warm, velvety shaft under her fingertips with its intriguing combination of hard and soft, made her want to spend an hour or so exploring every dent and ridge of the thick length with her fingers, tongue, and lips.
“Keep that up, baby girl, and you’ll find yourself over my knee for your first spanking,” Brody warned in a soft whisper.
She looked into his face and saw his eyes remained closed. “How did you know it was me and not Drew?” she whispered.
Brody opened his eyes halfway and met her gaze squarely. He did not look happy, but did not look angry either. “Drew’s fingers have calluses. He also knows better than to wake me unless there is an emergency.”
“Oh,” Hannah said, dropping her gaze to stare at his chest, feeling exposed by Brody’s unwavering, penetrating green-eyed gaze. “Sorry, Sir.”
“I take it you’re one of those morning people?” His hands ghosted over her skin to the peaks of her breasts, which he took between his fingertips and gently tweaked and rolled.
Hannah shrugged. “If you mean that I wake up ready to take on the world as soon as my eyes open, then yes, I supposed you could call me a morning person.”
Brody grunted. He shifted his gaze over her head to the still-sleeping Drew before rolling over and turning his back to her. “Why don’t you wake up Drew using whatever measure you deem necessary. Be warned. He is not a morning person. When he does finally wake up, tell him coffee, pancakes, and bacon had better be ready for anyone disturbs me again.”
Hannah’s independent spirit melted under the thread of power woven into the big man’s voice. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” Brody mumbled. She watched as he took a deep breath and settled fully back into sleep.
Now understanding the consequences of waking Brody, who Hannah was coming to think of as “the boss,” she rolled over to face Drew. Though his hands had roamed her body enough to pull her from her dreams, he never fully woke up.
Slowly and carefully pushing the covers down his body, she took her time looking over that which she had exposed. Like Brody, his body was tanned, except for a narrow strip around his cock and lower hips. His cock was erect and drew her attention.
An extended tactile exploration of cock and balls garnered her nothing more than a couple lengthy sighs and a twitch of his hips before he settled again. Even the slight chill of the air outside the covers did nothing to wake the man.
Her fingers still toying with his cock, Hannah leaned in and kissed his chest. She nuzzled her way to his right nipple, which she gently sucked to a stubby bump.
Nothing.
No response.
Turning her head, Hannah looked over her shoulder at Brody. “Well, he did say I could use any measure I deemed necessary,” she whispered.
Neither man moved an inch in response.
Since her pussy was already slick with her juices, just begging to be filled with a length of male flesh, she decided to wake Drew so he had a smile on his
face. Pushing on his chest, she rolled him onto his back. She then moved to kneel between the two sleeping men.
Lifting his left arm and then his right, she moved them up over his head. Sliding his hands and wrists through the slats of the bed’s headboard, she turned them 90 degrees so the boards held his hands securely in place. Until he woke up enough to figure out how to work them loose, his hands were trapped out of her way.
Turning her attention to his lower body, she straightened his legs but moved them far enough apart that his lower body spread to where she had lain just moments earlier. Glancing at Brody, she smirked at his back. If he only knew what he was missing by going back to sleep.
Placing her hands on the mattress on either side of Drew’s chest, she carefully lifted one leg then shifted so she straddled him. She dropped until her lips were an inch from his chin and her nipples brushed his chest. Shimmying her shoulders, she sucked a breath at the electric pulses that shot from the erect peaks of her breasts straight to her balled-up clit.
Drew did not wake up.
His breathing did not even stutter or pause.
Hannah sat back, her lower cheeks resting on his upper thighs. Looking down, she grinned at the hard length that tracked up his lower belly. His cock almost appeared to extend from her own body instead of his. The head glistened, letting her know that even in the depths of sleep, his body was reacting to her playing.
Now if she could only come up with an effective method to wake him up.
Using her right hand, she swirled the pad of her index finger around the slit at the tip of his cock, gathering the dew she found there. She then traced a line down the underside, following the thick blue vein from tip to root. Then the long forgotten practicalities of sex outside a committed relationship flashed through her thoughts. Looking around, she wondered where her men kept their condoms.
“Nightstand drawer,” Brody murmured as he rolled over to face them.
Leaning forward, Hannah was just able to reach the drawer pull. Pulling it open, she fished around and found a strip of a half dozen condoms. She grabbed them and then clumsily sheathed Drew’s cock.
Then, lifting the latex-coated appendage until it rose perpendicular from his body. She rose up and knee-walked forward enough to fit the head into the entrance of her pussy. She held herself there as she shifted her legs to adjust her body a little more. Then she slowly dropped down until his length fully seated inside her.
“Mmm,” Drew breathed a contented sigh.
A glance in Brody’s direction showed that he had drifted off again, which was fine with her. She had never had sex in front of an audience before and was not sure now was the right time to start.
Her pussy clenched around Drew’s length as the need behind her clit expanded until she had to move. Starting slow and easy, she began to ride Drew’s shaft, feeling like she was riding a merry-go-round.
As her arousal spiraled tighter and tighter, she began to pant. She moved faster and faster. She watched, amazed as Drew apparently remained unconscious as she used his cock to fuck herself. Then his legs twitched and moved. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw he had planted his feet on the mattress. His eyes fluttered and he looked at her for a second before they drifted closed again. His hips began to move in counterpoint to her up and down riding.
She grew closer to her pinnacle but past experience had taught her she would not be able to peak without a bit of help. Lifting her right hand from the bed, she slid it up the inside of her thigh. A few seconds of rubbing and the golden light of orgasm blew through her until even her fingers and toes tingled with it.
As she rode it out, Drew finally opened his eyes. Even as his cock expanded and twitched inside her channel, his eyes widened until she thought they might pop out of his head. Jerking on his arms, he cried out as his hips bucked even higher. Hannah had to rest her hands on his chest to maintain her balance and keep him inside her as he thrashed through his orgasm.
When they finally came out the other side of the orgasmic storm, Hannah melted and she ended up resting on Drew’s chest as she caught her breath. Her hips protested the position, so she eased up and off his cock and moved to lie once more between the two men.
“Damn, that was sexy,” Brody said before leaning down and brushing his lips over her shoulder before leaning further to kiss the still panting Drew.
“Master?” Drew looked lost and confused as he worked his hands free from the headboard.
“It’s all right, babe. I told her to wake you any way she could. Seems our baby girl is an inventive little thing,” Brody said as he stretched. He seemed in a much better mood than he had been a half hour earlier. Pulling Hannah into his arms, he kissed her long and hard. “And now, babe, since our baby girl is such a morning person, she and I are going to play while you fix breakfast.”
“Yes, Master,” Drew said, sounding more awake by the minute.
Hannah remained silent as she cuddled against Brody’s warmth, unsure if she was supposed to answer or not. She felt Drew leave the bed and heard him walk to the bathroom, no doubt to deal with the condom.
Chapter Eight
As soon as Drew disappeared down the hall to the kitchen wearing a pair of loose fitting boxers, Brody kissed her again. At the same time, one hand stroked down her spine then slipped into the valley of her ass.
“Has anyone ever taken you here?” he asked as a single fingertip brushed across her puckered star.
Hannah inhaled sharply as everything below her waist clenched tight. It took a moment before she could relax enough to answer with a soft, “No, Sir.”
“Well, I will, and soon,” he promised as the fingertip pressed gently but persistently for entry. “Just imagine, Drew filling your hot, wet pussy at the same time I take this sexy virgin ass. You’ll be so full you won’t know whether to scream or sing.”
Hannah could not help her soft groan as the arousal she thought Drew had unwound just moments before spiraled tight once more. Arching her back slightly, she sucked in another sharp breath. Brody’s finger had just slipped through the muscles into her back hole to the first joint. Her pussy clenched and gushed as he invaded her, gently beginning the process of stretching her in preparation.
“So tight,” he murmured as he began to ease the finger in and out and twisting it. “So sexy.”
Then he kissed her deeply, splintering her concentration so she could not fully focus on the invader in her ass. When a second finger joined the first, she arched her break, and turned her head to break the lip-lock. Then she sucked in badly needed air to push back the spots that were speckling her vision.
“Breathe, baby girl,” Brody instructed as he slipped a second finger into her.
Hannah gasped, tightened, and slowly relaxed once the painful burn eased into a pleasurable stretch that had her shifting her hips to fuck his fingers deeper into her. She could not believe she was cooperating with such an invasion. No other man had ever touched her back there, and now to have Brody with two fingers buried into her body was almost more than she could take.
Then a third finger joined the first two, causing her to make a whining sound as her empty pussy pulsed with need.
“Up on your hands and knees, girl,” Brody ordered. His voice had grown deeper and rougher as he played.
Having a hard time catching her breath, Hannah struggled to roll onto her stomach and then pushed up so she was positioned as Brody wanted. Trembling, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on holding herself up instead of the fact that she was hovering on the edge of another orgasm that felt like it was going to be even bigger than the last.
She felt the mattress shift behind her. Then she heard a soft tearing sound and then Brody hiss. Turning her head, she saw he was on his knees and moving in between her legs behind her. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock traced a line from the top of her slit to her pussy where it pressed for entrance. Once the head slipped inside, he pressed forward until he filled her completely. With his fingers still fi
lling her ass and his long, thick cock in her pussy, she felt full. Too full. Too much.
Her arms weakened and collapsed. She ended up resting her head and chest on the mattress. Her hips remained in the air, thanks to Brody’s solid arm sliding around her and holding them up. Before she could make demands, he pulled out until only the head remained in her.
Then he began to move his cock in and out using long, slow, easy strokes. His fingers remained buried deep in her ass. He occasionally twisted them but never pulled them out.
Hannah’s body shifted with him, her arousal for more growing with each stroke of his cock. “Master,” she whimpered without thinking.
“Yes, baby girl?” Brody asked, sound as if he, too, was on the sword’s edge of need.
“Please,” she grunted, not able to put words to the desire that gripped her, tightening nipples and clit and everything in between.
“Do you need this?” he asked, jerking his hips back and then shoving forward with more force.
“Yes, please. Oh, God, harder. Faster.”
Sliding her hands under her chest, she cupped her breasts, adding another layer of stimulation to those already running through her. She began to rock back as much as her position allowed, needing more.
Brody took her at her word, moving faster, and harder. She fought for breath as her mind splintered and her body shook as another orgasm slammed through her. She rode it bravely, loving the wildness, the naughtiness, she had never experienced before. The thought of having both men in her at once had her crying out with yet another peak in what appeared to be a rolling orgasm.
Brody’s hips snapped faster and harder. He slammed deep one last time, then attempted to push even further into her as he roared out his own release. At the same time the hand under her belly slipped down and pinched her clit. “Come again for me, baby girl.” He ordered as his hips unlocked and he began to slide in and out once more.
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