by Leah Brooke
Jesse sucked in a breath as he slid down her body, knowing just how decadent that mouth of his could be. Her body shook uncontrollably in anticipation of the pleasure to come. Her pulse tripped when Rio moved in closer and took her wrists in his, lifting them over her head.
Clay lowered his head to her slit, forcing yet another cry from her, each one seeming to spur them both to greater heights.
Clay’s hands tightened on her thighs, holding them high and wide as he buried his face between them, sliding his tongue over her folds before concentrating on her clit. With slow strokes designed to drive her wild, he used his tongue on her clit—rapid flicks that made her jolt and cry out, the sensation as strong as if an electric current ran through her.
Rio grinned down at her, his eyes shining with the confidence of a man who knew how to pleasure his woman. “All spread out like a feast. Clay sure is enjoying that pussy.”
He ran his hands over her, igniting flames everywhere he touched. His eyes gleamed with fascination, narrowing when she cried out and writhed beneath him.
“I’ve never in my life seen a woman more beautiful.” Using a callused finger to circle her nipple, he held her hands in an iron grip, easily overcoming her struggles.
Jesse’s cries got louder and more frantic as Clay sucked her clit into his mouth, the warning tingles of her impending orgasm becoming so strong she kicked at him in an involuntary struggle to escape. She wanted it badly, but the strength of it overwhelmed her.
So familiar, and yet always so exciting.
Rio squeezed her nipple lightly, applying just the right amount of pressure. “Come, darlin’. I love watching you try to hold back. You want to make it last, but this morning, you’re not going to be able to.”
The shock of Clay’s teeth scraping lightly over her clit stunned her so much she froze, the tingling sensation exploding and racing from her clit outward. With a loud cry, she came, pressing down with her legs and arching as the rush of pleasure consumed her.
Releasing her thighs, Clay ran his hands over her abdomen and hips, using slow, light strokes of his tongue over her clit, keeping the waves of pleasure and shimmering heat rolling through her as he brought her down slowly.
She didn’t have to open her eyes to know who touched her where. She knew the feel of their hands, the rhythm of their caresses as well as she knew her own name.
The familiarity hadn’t lessened her need for either of them.
It only made it richer.
Clay and Rio knew her.
Her body.
Her mind.
Her heart.
As Clay lifted his head, his eyes filled with hunger and satisfaction, she realized she knew them both just as well.
Even now, she could feel Clay’s pride in the fact that’s he’d made her come so easily. She could feel his anticipation, and the gleam in his narrowed gaze told her how much he’d enjoyed what he just did to her and how much he looked forward to more.
The hard edge of possessiveness in his eyes told her that he wanted to be the one in her ass, to cover her body with his in the bright morning light, and take her in the most dominant way possible for a man to take a woman.
Her puckered opening tingled with awareness and anticipation, making it difficult to breathe.
She could feel the love all around her, their seemingly endless fascination in her.
She also knew they hurt, and her shame in that had her reaching for both of them.
“I’m sorry. It’s scary, isn’t it?”
Clay lifted his head. “What is, baby?”
“Love. Real love. It’s so strong. The thought of losing it scared me to death. It’s so hard to believe sometimes.”
Her body trembled, the small waves of heat still rippling through her. She let out a moan as Rio rolled to his back, taking her with him.
Settling her on top of him, Rio gathered her close, running his hands up and down her spine.
“Terrifying. You deserve to be spanked for what you put us through.”
Lifting her hips, he lowered her again, impaling her on his cock with a groan, his hands firm on her hips to hold her steady.
“When I’m inside you, you’re not thinking about anything else.” He lifted her several inches, his eyes full of mischief and hunger as he lowered her again. “Fucking you seems to be the only way to keep you out of trouble.”
Jesse’s breath caught as he filled her again, making it difficult to speak. “That has to be—ah—the most—chau—damn, that feels good—chauvinistic and arrogant thing—oh, God—you’ve ever said.”
Rio withdrew a bit and surged deep again. “Not by a long shot.”
Moaning at the feel of every bump and ridge of his cock caressing her inner walls, Jesse moved into his thrusts, her desperate gulps of air growing louder.
“You’re lucky you’re both good at this.”
When Clay moved in behind her, Rio thrust deep and pulled her down to his chest, his hands firm at her shoulders and back.
“We can handle you, darlin’. Easy, Jesse. Hold on tight while Clay gets inside you. Fuck. Hurry up, Clay. She’s clenching on me the way she does when she wants us to hurry.”
Clay groaned harshly and rubbed the cheeks of her ass, running his fingers down the crease and over her sensitive opening. “But she’s not in charge here, now is she?”
Fisting her hands in the pillow below Rio’s head, Jesse cried out, her pussy clenching on Rio’s thick cock while her bottom hole tingled with anticipation.
“I will be soon. You’re both suckers for me and you know it. Damn, I never get used to you taking me together.”
Clay ran a hand over her back. “None of us do. It would be a pity, I think, if we ever did. I know how good it’s going to feel to have my cock inside that tight ass, but each time is like the first time.”
The tension in his voice spoke volumes about his level of excitement, an excitement that hadn’t appeared to wane a bit in the last two years.
Clay’s hands moved over her, sliding down to cup her bottom, making her quiver everywhere he touched her.
“You know, I think this is a perfect time to give you that spanking for scaring the hell out of us the way you did.”
Jesse jolted, trying to lift off of Rio’s chest, but Rio held firm.
“Clay! You can’t be serious! You don’t spank me anymore.”
Leaning over her, Clay scraped his teeth over her shoulder.
“An oversight on our part—one that won’t be repeated. We’ve obviously been too soft on you. You know damned well that what you did was foolish and could have gotten you hurt. Or worse. I can’t go through something like that again, Jesse. You put us through hell. Did you really think you were going to get away with that?”
Jesse shuddered at the anger in Clay’s voice. Alarmed now, Jesse struggled to get up, the realization that she’d somehow forgotten just how chauvinistic and dominant her men could be. She’d also forgotten what they were like in this mood—forceful and intense, and sometimes unpredictable.
“Clay, we need to talk about this.” Apprehensive and aroused, she lifted slightly to look down into Rio’s face, becoming even more nervous when she saw the determination and lingering fear in Rio’s eyes.
Rio reached between them and pinched a nipple, his hard arm around her back like iron, and just as inflexible.
“The chance for talking was last night before you snuck out of here through the fucking bathroom window. Do you know how it felt to find you gone? Do you know how terrified we were?”
Clay slapped her ass, the sting setting off a riot of sensation from her ass to her clit and back again. “More terrified than you are now, that’s for sure. If I had my way, Jesse Erickson, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”
He delivered another sharp slap to her other butt cheek, the heat from it mingling with the first slap and centering at her slit.
Clenching her teeth, she squeezed her eyes closed, wondering how she could have forgotte
n how much this excited her.
“You could have had car trouble.”
Another slap. More heat.
Jesse wiggled, the warmth from the spanking making her pussy clench on Rio’s cock, while at the same time intensifying the awareness of her puckered opening.
Her clit felt huge, the throbbing becoming even worse.
It always got to her, this position of vulnerability. They knew what it did to her, and that it pissed her off as much as it excited her.
“Stop spanking me, damn it. I swear when I get up, you’re going to be sorry.”
Hell, no wonder her sister always taunted Jake into spanking her.
Rio chuckled, groaning when she wiggled again. “Hell no, don’t stop. She’s fucking herself on my cock while you’re heating that ass. Maybe she’ll think before she ever does something like this to us again.”
Clay delivered another slap. “I have no intention of stopping. If you’d had car trouble, you could have been stuck on a dark road out in the middle of nowhere.”
Another slap, and then another, each earning cries from her—each creating more heat and building the awareness in her bottom hole. Wiggling her ass, she gasped when Clay slid a finger over her forbidden opening, stiffening when he chuckled.
He did it again, pressing lightly and making it sting.
“You want this ass filled and I’m not even done yet. I’m going to shove my cock in that tight ass and make it burn, like my guts burned last night when you almost got hurt in a hotel fire! What if we hadn’t gotten to you? You. Could. Have. Been. Killed.”
He punctuated each word with a slap on her ass, except the last. With a groan, he covered her back, his lips hot on her shoulder.
“My heart would have died with you.”
Jesse arched as much as she could, allowing Rio better access to her breasts, the firm pinch of her nipples between his strong fingers sending arrows of tingling sizzles to her clit, ass, and pussy. Choking back a cry, she threw her head back. “I love you. Both. So much. Too much.”
Her clit felt huge, throbbing to the beat of her heart, becoming so sensitive that each time she moved against Rio, it sent jolts of sizzling heat to her pussy and ass.
With no warning, a lubed finger was shoved into her ass, the shock of it stealing her breath.
“Never too much.”
Clay sunk his teeth into her shoulder as he moved it inside her.
“Next time I won’t be so nice.”
Jesse squirmed on Rio, her ass clenching on the finger Clay slid deep inside her, clamping down on Rio’s cock at the same time.
“Ah, God!” The feel of something invading her bottom never failed to shake her. It always felt too intimate, too naughty, and as with the spanking, made her feel vulnerable as hell, something her husbands used to their advantage.
Rio’s hoarse curses mingled with her cries and whimpers, his groan rumbling beneath her, the vibrations of it racing over her heated skin.
“The way she clenches drives me crazy. Everything about her drives me crazy.” He tugged a nipple, groaning when she cried out and clenched on him again. “I still owe her a spanking.”
Clay slid his finger from her, igniting every nerve ending along the way. “I want to be there.”
Jesse shivered at the threat, unable to catch her breath when Clay positioned the head of his cock against her puckered opening. As always, the vulnerability of her position filled her with trepidation, but the trust in her husbands made it possible to let herself go.
“Easy, baby. Hold on tight to Rio. My cock’s going in there no matter how much you try to close against me.” Clay’s rough drawl sent a decadent thrill through her, telling her more than words just how much this excited him.
A shiver went up Jesse’s spine as Clay pressed forward, a whimpered cry escaping when the head of his cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle and into her.
“Clay! Oh, God.” She never got used to it—was never prepared for being so full, so taken.
Clay’s hands firmed on her hips, his voice like shattered glass. “Rio, hold on to her.”
Rio held her closer. “I’ve got her.” Lifting his hips, he groaned. “Hurry up, damn it. She’s gonna scream my name before we’re through here.”
“And mine.” Clay forced his cock an inch deeper, withdrew slightly, and thrust again, pushing even deeper. “I’ll bet she screams mine first.”
Trembling helplessly, Jesse whimpered at the burning heat as Clay worked his cock into her, inch by incredible inch, forcing the delicate inner walls of her bottom to stretch to accommodate him.
Rio slid his hands lower, gripping her thighs to control her movements.
Clay held her hips with an equally firm grip. “Hell, I can never get over how tight her ass is.”
Rio groaned, his eyes narrowed on hers as he thrust deep.
“Especially when we’re both inside her.”
Jesse threw her head back again, crying out as her husbands fucked her pussy and ass in a rhythm that drove her ruthlessly toward the edge. As Rio withdrew, Clay surged deep, only to withdraw until the head of his cock reached the tight ring of muscle while Rio thrust into her again.
Every thrust made her clench, making her feel even fuller. Her clit throbbed unbearably, so badly that she reached for it herself, only to have Rio slap her hand away.
“No way, darlin’. You’ve gotta pay.”
Clay surged deep. “Never again.”
Mini-explosions went off inside her, gathering to add to the tingling heat. “God! Clay!”
“Yes!” Gripping her waist, he withdrew several inches and surged deep again. “Mine.”
Rio’s face tightened, a mask of tortured concentration, groans of pleasure rumbling from his chest. Pinching her clit between his thumbs, he worked the swollen nub, setting her off.
Every nerve ending in her ass and pussy sizzled, her clit burning and pulsing beneath Rio’s thumbs.
Sensation took over. She threw back her head, screaming Rio’s name, her body stiffening as she clamped down on their cocks.
The waves engulfed her, rolling through her and tossing her everywhere. She couldn’t hold on to anything, but knew they held her. She heard their groans as they came, felt the pulsing of the cocks inside her, but couldn’t move.
Her voice became hoarse from screaming, but she had no idea what she said.
She only knew heat.
And the love all around her.
By slow increments, she became aware of Rio and Clay’s crooning voices, the words of praise and love pouring over her. She became aware of the firm hands gentling on her body, caressing her and guiding her back down to earth.
After what could have been several minutes, or an hour, Jesse lifted her head from Rio’s chest, smiling at the drowsy look in his eyes. “I love you so much it scares the hell out of me sometimes.”
Rio grinned. “Back atcha, darlin’.”
Clay placed a kiss on her back, rubbing her hip as he withdrew from her ass.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get a shower.”
Once in the shower, Clay backed her against the wall, his eyes fierce. “You’re my life, Jesse. I couldn’t live without you. The next time you get pissed at us—and you will—talk to us. Yell. Scream. Curse. Just don’t run out. If you’re scared, we face it together.”
Lifting her face for his kiss, Jesse sighed. “Yes. I love you, Clay, more than I ever thought possible.”
He gathered her against him, letting the warm water soothe the last of her tremors away. “You’re my world, baby.”
“And you’re mine.” She lifted her head, pushing back his wet hair. “No more lies. What did you mean about turning my world upside down?”
Clay frowned, staring down at her. “What do you mean—oh! Honey, it’s not your world we were talking about. It was your sister’s. Don’t ask me anything else. Nat’s going to be just fine.”
Grinning, he began washing her. “You just worry about yourself. You’re still
in trouble, you know.”
Pressing herself against him, she rubbed her breasts against his chest, adopting a look of innocence as she stared up at him through her lashes.
“Is there anything I can do to get out of trouble?”
A flash of heat shone in Clay’s eyes before they narrowed. “Maybe. It’s been a long time since you sat on my lap naked while we ate breakfast.”
Happier than ever, Jesse pursed her lips, pretending to consider that. “Well, since the boys are away this weekend, I guess it would be all right.”
Clay nodded once. “Good. Then afterward, I can spread you out on the table and have my dessert.”
A cold burst of air made her shiver as Rio opened the shower door and stepped inside. With no warning, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, sliding a finger into her ass. “After that, I owe her a spanking.”
Jesse gasped and went to her toes, holding on to Clay. “I have a feeling I won’t be able to walk after this weekend.”
Clay’s hold firmed. “You sure as hell won’t be able to run.”
Working herself on Rio’s finger, Jesse cupped Clay’s cock. “Never again. I promise.”
Clay covered her hand with his. “We’re going to hold you to that, baby. You’re stuck with us forever.”
Jesse couldn’t think of anything she treasured more than the love of her husbands. “Promise?”
“Promise. Now about that breakfast…”
THE END
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