Barry had big plans.
Shaking himself from his pondering, Barry looked through the binoculars once again, keeping an eye on his subjects.
She was leaving with them. Those unsuspecting bastards intended to bond with her, and soon. No matter, the bond would be broken after he killed them anyway. Then he could take the prize, spoils of war if you wish, and start his life anew.
Both men glanced around the parking lot before entering the truck. Did they sense him? He had masked his scent to the best of his abilities. Nevertheless, the two looked suspicious. Their noses were in the air. Good. Let them sweat a little. This was going to be fun.
Chapter Seven
Kara rode between Justin and Trevor in the front of Justin’s truck. The same truck he had used last night to show her the dairy farm for the first time. Only this time, she was acutely aware of not one, but two sexy men, both currently touching her thighs. Neither seemed remotely chagrined by the idea.
Luckily the sound of country music coming from the speakers, coupled with the bumpy ride toward the farm, lessened the silence and eliminated the need for constant conversation to fill the lull.
Kara had dressed in a rather short, lightweight summer skirt and a white tight-fitting, V-necked T-shirt. She had been warm at the time, but now she was … so much warmer.
Had her outfit been a good idea? Sitting between the two hunks, Kara held her hands in her lap and stared down at the amount of thigh sticking out. The friction against the jeans rasping her skin on both sides was sending goose bumps down her legs and making her wet with need.
She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. What the hell was the matter with her? Never in her life had she even pondered the idea of a ménage. Why now? How could not one, but two, men make her so incredibly aroused? More aware of her body’s response than ever before?
What was she going to do with herself? She no longer felt a singular attraction for just Justin. There was no way she could deny she wanted Trevor just as badly. What kind of a slut was she?
“Are you tired?” Justin broke the silence and laid a hand on her exposed leg to squeeze her muscle. The contact was so intimate fireworks shot off inside Kara. Moisture pooled in a desert, so dry for such a long time. The number of oases she had stumbled upon in the last few days was mindboggling. No man had ever elicited such a response from her before. And here she sat with two men, either could single-handedly have caused a waterfall to run freely down her legs. And had.
“Not really. Just … relaxed, I guess.” Would they buy that?
“We’re almost there. Then you can relax all you want while we cook you a nice meal. You must be starving after all those … acrobatics.” Kara laughed at their naiveté. “Tumbling.”
Justin glanced at her and gave her a warm smile, melting her insides just a little bit more, if possible.
His hand, still resting on her thigh, started to stroke her skin. Kara stiffened and held her breath, afraid she would start moaning at any second. His thumb moved in a circular pattern on her leg and made her feel like her heart was beating clear out of her chest. And his pinky … the tiny little digit was searing a path between her legs mere inches from her burning hot core.
Kara warred with herself. Part of her wanted to slip down farther in the seat and press her now-drenched panties against his hand. The other, more reasonable part screamed she was sitting next to his best friend, and for Christ’s sake, lusting after him also.
By the time Justin pulled into the gravel area to the side of the house, Kara was nearly panting. She didn’t actually believe her legs were going to hold her up when they got out of the car.
*
Justin pulled the truck, as quickly as possible, to the side of the house, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from coming in his pants. His hard on was rigid enough to rival any hard on in the history of mankind.
“Holy mother, she is so fucking hot. I can smell her essence leaking out of her. She is drenched. Practically moaning.” Trevor shifted in the seat, probably trying to adjust his own hardening dick on Kara’s right side.
“Yeah. Let’s just hope she doesn’t freak out when she finds out who and what we are
… and what we expect from her.” Justin parked and grabbed for the door handle. Perhaps a little outside air would soothe his burning skin. Not.
He jumped down from the truck lightning fast, as if there was a poisonous snake in the cab. With a deep breath he turned to take Kara’s hand and help her down to the ground while Trevor made a similar hasty exit from the other side.
The cool breeze outside was a relief from the tension-filled cab of the truck.
“Shall we?” Justin pulled Kara’s hand and headed toward the house. “You must be hungry.” I know I am. It was almost one p.m. and he was fairly starving. Though for the life of him Justin was not sure what he would prefer to eat first, hamburgers or Kara’s hot wet pussy.
What would she do if he set her up on the counter and spread her legs for his feasting? What would she do if Trevor sucked her ripe nipples at the same time?
A shiver went down Justin’s spine all the way to his toes. “Man, this is going to be a long fucking afternoon of wooing.”
“You ain’t kidding,” was Trevor’s only response.
Chapter Eight
After lunch, Kara found herself lounging on the patio behind the house. She couldn’t believe how her body was responding to these men, in their house. She had gone outside to escape the incredible pull she had to both of them. A respite from the constant attentions of two of the sexiest guys on the planet. Her confusion over her feelings toward them was mounting and making her nervous. And why did neither of them seem fazed by the other? She would’ve thought by now Justin would’ve sucker punched his friend for flirting with her mercilessly.
Throughout lunch, each man had taken turns catering to her every need, ensuring she was never out of anything, that she was comfortable. She’d felt like a princess. It’s too bad I can’t have both of them. Kara chuckled to herself. The impossible thought sent liquid heat through her bloodstream. She closed her eyes and wondered what it would be like to have both of them catering to her sexual needs, at the same time. Oh God. Where the hell did that come from? Kara was a one man woman. Wasn’t she?
“Kara?” Justin approached her and she had to squint into the afternoon sun to see his face. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine. Just … exhausted,” she lied. What was she supposed to tell him?
Well, Justin, I’m struggling with wanting both you and your roommate to strip me naked right here and have your way with me. Surely Justin would run off.
Justin leaned down and gently pushed Kara forward to make room to straddle the soft cushions of the lounge chair and nestle himself behind her. He pulled her back against his chest and she couldn’t help a sigh from escaping her lips. He was so warm and comfortable. She felt calm. At peace. Home. Except for the fact her mind kept wandering to Trevor. Where was he?
Justin’s hands skimmed up and down Kara’s arms, so gently she could barely feel them. Just enough pressure to make her shiver. The hair on her arms stood on end. He leaned in to nibble her neck and she found herself tilting her head to one side to give him better access. Hmmm… It felt so good. So … right.
Kara twisted slightly in front of Justin to bring her lips to his. She needed his mouth on hers. Needed to taste him. Like her life depended on it.
As soon as their lips came together, the desire intensified. Like a starving woman, Kara moaned around the kiss and pressed herself into Justin’s body. She was completely at the mercy of … she had no idea what. But she couldn’t stop this madness, even if she wanted to. Her heavy eyes drifted closed.
Justin’s hand cupped Kara’s face and held her chin gently but firmly. The kiss intensified. His tongue lightly brushed the edge of her lips and she found herself opening to him. Allowing him to enter her greedy mouth. God, she wanted him. She’d never wanted anything in her life as
much as she wanted this.
She stretched her legs out in front of her on the lounge chair, but the heat between them was scorching her.
When Justin finally broke the kiss, it was to let his mouth wander down her chin and over to her ear. His warm breath streamed rhythmically into and around the lobe. A shiver ran through her entire body.
When Justin’s hands began to move down Kara’s arms and onto her thighs, she thought she would combust. She even pulled her legs slightly apart to allow him access to her center, like a wanton woman. A soft moan escaped her lips. It surprised her.
Sensing movement, Kara’s eyes opened slowly to find Trevor wandering in their direction. His shirt was off, his glorious bronze chest exposed to her perusal. She sucked in a breath at the thought of the scene he was walking into.
Unable to stop herself, her gaze meandered down Trevor’s body. His jeans were unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. So sexy. He had no shoes or socks on. When she allowed her gaze to return upward, she found herself staring at his expression. Lust. He wanted her. How was this possible? Was she dreaming?
Justin wrapped his arms around Kara’s middle just under her breasts. She could feel their heaviness against his forearms and ached to have him grasp them in his hands. Her shirt felt several sizes too small, and her lace bra was abrading her nipples and sending a shiver down her spine.
He placed his chin on her shoulder and Kara turned her face just enough to see he was looking at Trevor, just as she had been. With lust in his gaze. Huh? Shouldn’t he be telling Trevor to take a hike?
Kara’s gaze returned to follow Trevor as he sat down sideways on the end of her chair. Instinctively she pulled her legs back into an Indian-style position to make room for him. Trevor leaned to his side on one hand, brushing against Kara’s exposed leg.
Sparks shot up her thighs and ignited in her womb.
She held very still, breathing shallow breaths, waiting for whatever these hunks were going to say. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted them to say this wasn’t going to work out because they both wanted her … or that it was.
No one spoke for several moments. Kara could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
All three of them were breathing like they had just run a mile.
“Kara…” Justin began, “…we … Trevor and I…” He cleared his throat. “What I’m trying to say is that … you might have noticed we are both very much attracted to you.” Kara nodded against Justin’s chest below his chin. She stared into Trevor’s eyes.
Trevor cautiously reached one hand out and laid it on Kara’s thigh. “We think the feeling is mutual, babe.” He raised one eyebrow in question. His blond hair fell across his forehead in the breeze and his dark green eyes bore into hers, waiting.
“I…” Liquid heat leaked between her legs. Yes. She gripped Justin’s biceps with her hands.
“It’s okay,” Justin whispered into Kara’s ear, eliciting a shiver that spread through her entire body. “Let us take care of you.” He nibbled her ear and loosened his hold on her middle to spread his hands across her abdomen, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her needy breasts.
Kara gasped. What is happening to me? She felt like a slut. A pampered, wanton, needy slut.
Trevor inched slowly closer and lightly placed both hands on Kara’s folded shins. “I can smell your arousal, babe. I want to taste you.”
Heat burned through Kara’s chest and face. Was she really going to let these two men ravish her? Those piercing green eyes staring at her were feral. At that moment Trevor reminded her of a large dog. She could almost see his tongue hanging out ready to lap at her.
She was powerless to stop the madness. You know you want this. Let it go.
Justin reached his large rough hands under Kara’s tight shirt and spread them once again over her stomach, this time against her bare skin.
Meanwhile, Trevor separated Kara’s tangled ankles and pushed them apart to straddle the seat. He moved into the V of her legs and let his hands run up her thighs.
“I…” She just couldn’t form any words. What the hell was she supposed to say?
Don’t? Don’t stop?
Justin’s lips ran a trail from her ear down to her neck. Kara let her eyes fall shut and leaned against his chest. His thumbs slowly crawled their way under her bra to rub against her sensitive skin. “I know, hon. Relax.”
Large hands suddenly covered her sensitive breasts and squeezed.
At the same time, Kara felt warm breath on her legs moments before lips began nibbling a path up her inner thigh. God almighty. Kara thought she would explode. And her clothes were still on. Sensations bombarded her.
“Raise your arms, hon,” Justin mumbled in her ear. She was powerless to do anything but obey as he pulled her shirt over her head. A slight breeze cooled her burning skin.
When she opened her eyes, the sight in front of her was so erotic it made her gasp.
Her skirt bunched up at her waist. Trevor was licking a path up her thigh, and her chest heaved, causing her erect nipples to bounce up and down under the thin lace of her pink bra.
Justin’s thumb brushed her lower lip and slipped into her open mouth. She couldn’t keep from sucking the digit into her warmth. For the first time in her life, she found herself actually wanting to suck on a man’s cock. Justin’s. Or Trevor’s. Or both.
“Mmmm.” The noise filling the air was her moan of desire.
“Oh, God, baby. That’s so hot.” Trevor lifted his face to hers without raising himself from his spot between her legs. “I want you so bad. I have to taste you.” His fingers trailed up Kara’s thighs, gripped her pink lace thong, and gave a quick yank to remove the material.
“Oh, my God.” Trevor growled. “Her pussy is bare. And … she’s glistening with her juices.”
“Fuck.” Justin leaned down to see Kara’s mons while she shivered under their gazes.
How can this be so incredibly erotic?
“I … shave…”
“I see that, love.” Trevor blew a breath over her exposed sex and Kara lifted her hips toward his mouth, begging him to touch her.
“For gymnastics…”
“That is so hot,” Justin started, “I want to watch you, Trev. Take her skirt off.” Kara found herself quickly lifted a few inches in Justin’s big arms while Trevor pulled her legs back onto the chair and then removed her skirt. In less than a heartbeat, he had her spread out before him once again, her legs straddling the lounger. Her sex open wide to his inspection.
A quick snap opened the front clasp of Kara’s bra and Justin tossed the lingerie to the side. He pinned her arms beneath his own and reached forward to pinch her nipples.
“Oh … God…” Kara lolled her head back and moaned.
“Watch me, baby. Watch me suck your sweet little clit into my mouth.” Trevor was staring into her face when she opened her eyes to look down at him. A film seemed to separate them. The language he was using was not something she was accustomed to, but it seemed to ratchet her arousal even higher to hear him speak so candidly.
Trevor ran one finger through the glistening wetness pouring from her opening and she nearly shot off the chair.
Firm hands grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples. Another set of fingers grasped her thighs, pushed her open as wide as they could and held her in place.
“Eyes on me,” Trevor repeated. The command made Kara’s blood boil with need.
She had never thought of herself as submissive before, but the scene unfolding was the most erotic event of her life. Sure, she’d had several floundering experiences with men, or more like boys, experimenting with sex in high school and early college. She wasn’t a prude. She just hadn’t found anyone who really rocked her world the way she would have liked. And for more than a year, she’d been too busy finishing up school and concentrating on gymnastics to care. However, nothing in her past could have compared to what was happening here.
Finally, after a painstakingly slow examina
tion of Kara’s exposure, Trevor ran his tongue over her aching clitoris, keeping a firm grasp on her legs to keep her from struggling against him. Using his forearms to steady her movement, he reached with his long fingers to spread her open and then dipped his tongue inside her.
Kara thought she would surely die. “I need … please…”
“You need what, hon? Tell us what you need.” Justin whispered the words into her ear and twisted her burning nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“I… Oh, God … please…”
Trevor chuckled. “We’re going to have to teach her to be more specific in the future.”
Kara glared at Trevor. Please don’t make me say more.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take pity on you this time.” He smiled at her while pushing one long finger into her core and then twisting it before dragging it back out. “Like that? Is that what you want?”
“Uhh…” Kara strained to raise her hips.
So many sensations assaulted her all at once, she couldn’t concentrate on any one thing. Justin kneaded and pinched her breasts and nipples to the point of pain. The pain felt fantastic though. She craved more.
Trevor stuck two fingers inside Kara’s soaking center and then leaned down to suck her throbbing clit hard into his mouth.
The action made Kara scream and buck as the orgasm washed over her, Trevor’s unrelenting tongue flicking repeatedly over her engorged nub. As she rode out the waves of the longest and best orgasm of her life, Trevor continued to flick her clit and drag his fingers over the most sensitive spot inside her.
As she finally came down from the natural high, sweat ran down her face, in spite of the cool afternoon air. Justin brushed sticky hair back from her cheeks and whispered into her ear. “God, that was so hot, hon. I need you so bad.” The evidence of his “need” was poking Kara in the back and she longed to have him buried deep inside her. The recent orgasm only fueled her need. Kara twisted to look into his deep chocolate eyes. “I want to taste you.” The bold words escaped her lips before she could even think and she bit her bottom lip at the admission.
“And you shall.” Justin leaned around to kiss her, a steamy kiss skipping right over gentle and quickly became urgent. Heated. His tongue drove into her mouth and searched every corner. He groaned against her and then pulled away almost as fast as he had pressed into her. “Hold her for me, would you?” Justin directed the question at Trevor and when Kara turned toward him, she found Trevor had somehow already managed to strip his jeans off and was now kneeling forward reaching for her. His bronzed skin was glorious. Fine blond hair coated his chest. Every inch of him was tan. Or was that his natural color? He didn’t even have tan lines. Did he lie out in the nude? The thought brought new heat to her core.
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