Her Two Lovers

by HELEN HARDT

  “Now,” Brian said. “Take her now.”

  Jon thrust his massive cock into her wet channel. She felt complete, possessed, in the most wonderful of ways.

  “That’s it, fuck her good, Jonny. Fuck her hard. Harder. Faster.”

  Jon complied, and with each thrust, Eve edged closer to climax.

  “Don’t come, sweetheart.” Brian’s tone reeked of authority. “You either, bud.”

  “Damn, Bri. I’ve got to come. She’s so tight, so wet.”

  “No. I’ll decide when you come.”

  “Fuck.” Jon continued to pump.

  Perspiration dripped from his forehead onto her face. His musk, his vanilla essence, seeped into her.

  “Bri,” she begged. “Please. I’ve got to come.”

  He smiled at her, his beautiful eyes gleaming, and before she had a chance to realize what he was doing, his palm came down with a smack on Jon’s taut ass.

  “Damn, Bri!” Jon cried out.

  Brian reached between their writhing bodies and fingered her clit. “You can come now, Eve.” He rubbed her furiously.

  Sparks flew over her flesh.

  “But you, Jon, not yet.”

  “Fuck,” Jon said. “I can’t hold on.”

  “Oh you can,” Brian said. “And you will.” He pinched Eve’s clit. “Now, baby. Come now.”

  Eve screamed as she convulsed around Jon’s thick cock. So good. So amazing. “God damn. I love you. I love you both!”

  “We love you too, sweetheart.” Brian patted her clit as she came down.

  “I’m dying here,” Jon said.

  “You’re no worse off than I am, pal.” Brian stroked Eve’s belly, twirling her wetness over her skin in soothing circles.

  She panted, trying to catch her breath. The orgasm had literally rocked her world.

  “Get on your back, Jon,” Brian said. “And you, sweetheart, on top of him. Show him your flutter again.”

  “If she flutters, I’m going to shoot.”

  “No you’re not.”

  “Fuck, Brian. I can’t hold on any longer.”

  “You will hold on!” Brian’s voice, though still commanding, had softened. But only a bit.

  Eve’s body still hummed from her release. She could only imagine how Jon was suffering.

  “Come on, baby. Get on top of him.”

  She slid her cunt down on Jon’s unyielding shaft. Ah, exquisite stretch.

  “How’s that feel, Jonny? Isn’t she tight after she comes?”

  “God. I’m going to burst, damn you.” Jon squeezed his eyes shut.

  “No, you’re not. Ride him, Eve. Flutter.”

  She nodded and contracted her abdominals in short rapid bursts.

  “Shit,” Jon said through clenched teeth, his body rigid beneath her.

  Brian’s lips bussed her neck. “You ready for me, baby?”

  Her flutter still going strong, she nodded. Cool lubricant coated her crease. Chills gripped her, followed by the soothing heat of Brian’s fingers massaging her tight rim. She breathed in and fluttered again, each rhythmic contraction hitting her clit with a surge of warmth.

  “Now, Bri.” Her ass was achingly empty. “Take me now.”

  She ground down onto Jon as Brian nudged her entrance. She sighed when he breached her. “All the way in, Bri.”

  He kissed her neck. “Say please.”

  “Please.”

  Slowly he glided into her. Full. So full. Her body, so full of cock. Her heart so full of love.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, sweetheart. I’m going to pound your pretty ass while Jonny fucks your pussy. Fuck her, Jon. Fuck her good and hard.”

  Jon thrust upward and Brian pounded from behind.

  “Damn, I can feel you fucking her, Bri.”

  “Me too.” Brian’s breath puffed against Eve’s neck. “God. I never imagined.”

  Ripples blazed across Eve’s skin.

  “Pinch her nipples, Jon.” Jon pinched one nipple and then the other. His curls teased her clit.

  She edged toward the precipice. “I love you. You, Jonny, and you, Bri. Both of you. I love you so much!”

  A duet of breathless “I love yous” met her ears. They did love her. She’d never doubt it. To do this for her…

  “I’m close,” she said, her voice a series of rapid pants.

  “Hold on, baby.” Brian’s whisper slid across her moist neck. “We’re all going to come. Together.”

  “Thank God,” Jon rasped. “I’m ready when you are.”

  Eve ground down onto Jon’s cock, rubbed her clit in his bristly curls.

  “Now.” Brian’s stern voice was husky.

  The climax zoomed into her. “I love you! God, I love you both!” She let out a ragged groan of release, and a tidal wave of joy carried her into a sea of raw, primal euphoria.

  One of Brian’s hands locked onto hers. She clutched it to her breast and laid it on top of Jon’s fingers. Brian thrust into her from behind, and his cock convulsed against the tight wall of her ass. Jon plunged upward into her cunt with a violent jerk. Their releases hugged her in thunderous shock waves that rippled through her, adding to her own orgasm.

  She rocked with them, swayed with them, danced with them. And when the shudders ceased, they panted together, still joined in body. Still holding hands.

  Time stood still. Eve didn’t know how many minutes had passed when Brian eased his cock from her ass, pulled her down onto the bed, and nestled her between him and Jon. Two hard, beautiful bodies embraced her. Warmth, satisfaction, sheer passion and emotion. The two men she loved, who each loved her. If only it could last.

  But this wasn’t reality.

  “That was wonderful,” she said. “Thank you both. Thank you so much.”

  Jon brushed his lips against her cheek, tickling her with his stubble. “Thank you, honey. That was amazing.”

  “Yeah,” Brian agreed, taking her hand. “It sure was.”

  “You both mean everything to me,” she said.

  “You mean everything to us too,” Jon said.

  “The thing is…” Eve drew a deep breath. “I said I’d make a decision after we made love. But…I can’t. I can’t decide between the two of you. I know it’s selfish, but I want you both.”

  Brian chuckled against her hair. “You’re not selfish, Eve. You’re just in love.”

  “But—”

  “You have any complaints, Jon?” Brian asked. “About what just happened?”

  Eve turned to Jon, whose dark eyes twinkled.

  “Not a one.”

  “Are you both serious? This isn’t—”

  “Conventional? No,” Brian said. “But I have to tell you, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  “Me too,” Jon agreed, “hands down.”

  “You mean you want to be…together? All of us?”

  Brian kissed her forehead. “It’s not originally what either of us had in mind, but we discussed it before you got home. We both agreed if you were up to it, we’d give it a try. We even talked a little about what we like in the bedroom. After all, Jon and I have been best friends forever. We love each other, though not in that way. And we both love you. Want you as a friend and as a lover.”

  “So when I suggested a threesome…?”

  “We were all for it,” Jon said.

  Eve smiled, caressed Brian’s thigh, Jon’s taut abs. “And I was scared you’d think I was a freak for wanting to try it.”

  “If you hadn’t suggested it,” Brian said, “we would have.”

  “Oh…” Pleasure gripped her. Love filled her heart. She sat up in bed and looked down at her lovers. “I’ve got to be the luckiest woman on the planet. What can I do for you? Anything. I’ll cook you a gourmet feast. I’ll even make it healthy, Jonny. I’ll serve you breakfast in bed. I’ll suck both your cocks at the same time. Anything. I’ll give you anything.”

  Brian’s eyes pierced her with emerald fire. Jon’s burned her with dark embers. T
hey spoke in unison.

  “Dance for us.”

  Her Two Lovers: Slow and Wet

  Slow and Wet

  “Slow and wet, darlin’, slow and wet. You know just what I like.”

  Jillian grinned against the steel of Dale’s gorgeous cock. Oh, yeah, she knew what her man liked. And she liked it too. That was her naughty secret to giving the fantastic head Dale adored. Concentrate on what felt good to her tongue and lips, and his pleasure would follow. Right now, licking every inch of his erection felt sweet as honey-lemonade on a hot summer day.

  Jill swirled her tongue along his length, up over his cock head, and tormented him with long, wet strokes. When she reached the base, she circled around his sac, savoring every moan, every sigh from his firm, full lips as she cupped him and sucked each ball into her mouth.

  “You’re killin’ me,” Dale said, his voice low and husky.

  Jill smiled again, twirled her tongue around his sac, and licked up the long shaft to tease him underneath. She flicked her tongue over his cock head and sucked it between her lips.

  He moaned. “Damn, Jill. You give great head.”

  Flexing her tongue into a point, she fucked his tiny slit. Once. Twice. Three times. He grabbed her cheeks, fisted his hands into her auburn tresses, and pulled her forward, forcing her to take his entire length. She devoured him, his salty manliness an enticing flavor. But only for a few seconds. Jill liked to be in control when she sucked Dale, so she eased back and twirled her tongue over the sensitive head of his penis. She resisted the urge to take him in her hands, to curl her fingers around his steely hardness.

  Instead, she rained tiny kisses along his length. With each of his trembles, her pulse quickened. Nothing turned her on more than turning him on. Taking his cock head into her mouth again, she let it rest against her bottom lip while she flicked her tongue over the top. Slowly, she crept forward, her lips molding around his hot cock. She increased her suction just a little, and then stopped and backed off every now and again, teasing him. When he grabbed her head again, the muscles in his forearms taut with tension, she took pity on him and took another rigid inch into her mouth.

  “Just a little farther, darlin’. God, that’s good, the way you suck me.”

  Each time he tried to pull her forward, she retaliated by taking an inch away. Smiling against his hardness, a tiny giggle escaped her throat. The vibration must have tickled him because he shuddered and growled out a low curse. She gave in and took another inch. His cock felt hot and moist in her mouth, and she loved it. Loved him, though she hadn’t told him.

  Dale Cross was her cowboy. Her lover. Her Prince Charming. Her destiny. He just didn’t know it yet.

  Her hips undulated in rhythm with her soft thrusts on his cock, and with each forward motion, she imagined him sinking that rock-hard length into her moist pussy. She was already wet. Had been since he’d greeted her with a kiss when she showed up at his place to surprise him. She’d been out of town on business for a week and hadn’t been able to wait a minute longer to see her man.

  And now she couldn’t wait a minute longer to fuck him. She wanted his hardness inside her, stretching her. She took his entire shaft into her mouth one last time, letting the knob of his cock head graze the back of her throat.

  He groaned, shivering against her, his dark nest of curls tickling her lips and chin. Her pulse raced with the urge to finish him this way, to let him erupt in her mouth so she could taste his salty cum as it slid down her throat.

  But no. She wanted to fuck. Now. Though sorry to let it go, she removed her lips from his hard length. It stood erect in all its glory, shiny from her saliva, its golden color marbled with two veins meandering around its thickness. Dale Cross had the most beautiful cock Jill had ever seen.

  She pushed him onto his back and started to climb on top of him for a ride, but suddenly found herself on her own back, her cowboy staring down at her with mischief in his eyes.

  “Hey, Dale. I wanted to fuck.”

  “Darlin’”—is brown eyes gleamed at her—“I promise you the fuck of the century. Later. Right now I want to taste that sweet pussy.”

  Jill sighed and relented. As much as she loved fucking Dale and sucking his cock, having him lick her pussy was right up there on the feel-good scale too.

  Dale smiled between her legs, pulled each thigh over his shoulders, and buried his face in her wetness. He sucked pussy the way he did everything—with a singular purpose and motivation to be the best. From his bronc busting, to babysitting his niece and nephew, to helping his grandmother run the ranch that would be his someday—he tackled each job that came his way with effort and finesse. Goose bumps formed on Jill’s body, and her nipples stiffened when his silky tongue slid over her slick pussy lips. He nibbled at her clit, bringing her almost to the precipice, and then backed off, teasing her.

  “Please, Dale. Let me come.”

  “You’ll get what’s comin’ to you, darlin’,” he said. “You drove me insane with your cock suckin’.” His lopsided grin, lips shiny with her juices, tantalized her from between her thighs.

  She met his smoldering gaze. “That’s not fair, Dale.”

  “Not fair?” He chuckled and nipped her thigh. “I’ll show you not fair. I’m gonna kiss your hot pussy till you scream, lady. How’s that for not fair?” He dove back into her cunt, licking and nibbling.

  Jill cupped her breasts, squeezed them, and plucked her hard nipples. The sensation traveled at light speed and landed between her legs, adding to the torment Dale was inflicting on her. He sucked at her, and the smacking of his tongue and lips made her tingle.

  “Damn, you sure are wet,” he said against her folds. “So wet for me. So juicy. I guess you missed me, huh?”

  “Y-Yes. I missed you more than I can say. Now please let me come.”

  He shook his head, and his wavy dark curls tickled her inner thighs. “I missed you too, Jill. I missed your hot kisses, your tasty nipples, your sweet pussy.” He flicked his tongue over her clit and then dragged it downward through her folds, all the way to her anus, where he swirled it in lazy circles.

  She shivered.

  “Mmm,” he said. “When are you gonna give me your ass, darlin’?”

  “I… I don’t know.” She couldn’t think about that now. All she could think about was coming. She feared she might explode into a million pieces if he didn’t let her release.

  His laugh rumbled against her ass cheeks as he fingered her tight hole. “I got it nice and lubed up right now. Let me just…”

  Jill gasped as he penetrated her.

  “Just a finger. Relax.”

  She loved this man, and she wanted to please him. She loosened and found she liked the feeling of his thick finger sliding in and out of her ass.

  “You’re so pretty, darlin’,” he said. “So pink and puckered. I’m gonna fuck your pussy today. And someday,” he sighed, his voice a heady rumble, “you’re gonna let me sink my cock into your virgin ass, and we’re both going to love every second of it.”

  “Sure, Dale, sure.” Jill was pretty certain she’d agree to anything right now, if he’d just let her come.

  “Promise, darlin’? Promise you’ll let me fuck your ass someday?”

  “Dale…”

  “It doesn’t have to be today. But I want you so much. I want to claim every part of you.”

  “Yes, Dale. Fine. Just. Please. Let. Me. Come.”

  The hot breath from his laugh tickled her clit. “You’ve been a good girl. You deserve a reward.” His finger still penetrating her ass, he lowered his mouth to her pussy and sucked the whole swollen fruit into his mouth while he tongued her clit.

  She exploded, and her womb convulsed. The spasms radiated outward, until every nerve ending in her body sizzled. Still he fingered her ass, and the intense pressure added to her blazing climax. She soared as the ripples surged through her body. “Dale!” she cried. “That feels so good. So fucking good!”

  He licked her folds,
and she floated downward, her body sinking into the softness of his bed. His finger left her ass and he tongued her once, twice more, before he crawled upward and crushed his mouth to hers in a searing kiss. He tasted of the crisp honey-lemonade they had shared, spiced with her female musk. Intoxicating. Their tongues dueled and tangled, their breaths mingled, until he ripped his lips from hers, panting.

  “Condom,” he said, and extended his arm and fumbled in his nightstand drawer. A few seconds later, sheathed, he plunged into her hot, willing cunt.

  Jill let out a soft sigh as her walls clamped around him. Good. So damn good. Like he was born to fill her. A perfect fit.

  “Darlin’, you’re so tight right after you come. So hot.”

  His voice, deep and hoarse, swirled around her like a smoky bourbon. So fucking sexy. He pulled out and thrust into her again, his hardness sliding along the swollen nub of her clit. She squeezed her legs together and hugged his hips as he drove his cock harder and harder into her. Each time he pulled out, she whimpered until he drove back in.

  “So tight, Jill. So fuckin’ tight.”

  With each thrust, she longed to cry out her true feelings of love for him. Was it too soon? They’d only been seeing each other a couple months. But with each kiss of his lips, each stroke of his long, hard cock, Jill knew, without a doubt, that she was in love with Dale Cross. The way he worshiped her body, made love to her soul, he had to feel the same way.

  Didn’t he?

  She grabbed the firm cheeks of his bottom.

  He groaned. “Yeah, Jill. I love when you play with my ass.”

  She squeezed him and pushed downward, forcing him farther into her heat. “Dale,” she panted, as her climax ascended, “Dale, I—”

  “Jillian, I can’t hold on any longer,” he rasped. “I’m sorry, darlin’, I wanted you to come again… God!” He thrust into her one last time, releasing.

  Her orgasm hit her as his hot cum shot into the condom. She spasmed around him.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “You’re coming too. I’m glad. So glad…” He kissed her neck with firm, moist lips. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”

  Jill’s whole body quivered from her climax, from his sweet kiss, but mostly from his admission that he’d missed her. She’d missed him so much she’d gotten a speeding ticket getting back home to see him. The job offer she’d received—complete with significant pay increase—to relocate back to Denver paled in comparison to life here with Dale. She’d say no first thing tomorrow.