by HELEN HARDT
She quivered at his touch, and then removed the terry towel from around his waist. His cock stood at attention—hard, long and magnificent. She dropped to her knees and flicked her tongue over the salty head.
“Wet,” she echoed. “That’s exactly how I’m going to give it to you, cowboy. The way you like it. Slow and wet.”
Her Two Lovers: Primal Instinct
Primal Instinct
The scent was unmistakably male.
Two bodies crushed hard against her while Erin leaned against the bar, waiting for the bartender. She had planned to spend most of the week hiding away in the small cabin she’d rented in the Rocky Mountains, but after two days of seclusion, she visited the clubhouse of the rustic resort for a drink.
She breathed in the spicy aroma. Beach. Leather. A touch of cinnamon. Undeniable male musk. Primal.
A year of involuntary celibacy—were all thirty-something men married, gay, or brainless boobs?—had prompted Erin to take a week of vacation and embark on a soul-searching pilgrimage.
Men. Who needed them? She’d get to know herself. Get to know what made Erin Monroe tick and contemplate a life of single solitude.
The enticing virile fragrance, not to mention the warmth of two hot bodies, wasn’t helping her cause.
“Can I help you?” the bartender asked.
Erin’s skin prickled. She looked to her left, and then to her right. Four slightly slanted masculine eyes—two blue and clear, two dark and smoky—burned into her.
“She’ll have what we’re having,” the dark-eyed man said.
She turned. “Excuse me?” A mug of stout sat in front of him. “I don’t drink beer. So no, thank you.”
“Whatever you want then, honey,” he said. “It’s on us.”
“For sure,” Blue Eyes said.
He edged his body closer to hers, until not a part of her wasn’t touching him. Erin tingled. What the hell was going on? The invasion seemed far too intimate, though they were all fully clothed and in a public place.
She warmed with embarrassment over how she was dressed. Sweats and a tank top. Clingy, yes, and her body was pretty good thanks to daily yoga. But sweats? She was hardly clothed to socialize. Even less to pick up men. The two men, though, looked gorgeous in loose faded jeans. Dark Eyes wore a black polo, Blue Eyes a faded gray T-shirt. Both sported finely sculpted shoulders and arms. How might they feel beneath her fingertips?
Remember the purpose of this self-imposed mini-retreat. Be strong, Erin.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” Blue Eyes drew his words out almost like a purr. His long finger drifted over her hand on the bar.
Erin edged her hand away from his warmth. A sense of loss washed over her. She ignored his question and faced the woman tending bar. “A gin and tonic, please.” She fumbled in her handbag for money.
Blue Eyes threw a twenty onto the counter. “Keep the change,” he said.
Erin extended her hand to reach for the bill before the bartender took it.
Blue Eyes covered her hand with his. “Please, let us.”
A spark shot through Erin at the contact.“But I don’t even know you.”
“You will, as soon as you tell us your name.”
Erin’s heart sped up at the man’s gorgeous smile. He was blond and perfect, and the warmth from his hand on hers spread to every cell in her body. Her skin blazed.
“I’m Landon Kay,” he said, “and this is my…friend, Nick Foster.”
She turned and gazed into Nick’s dark eyes.
“Pleasure.” Nick reached for her other hand and brushed his full lips lightly across her fingertips.
Nick was dark where Landon was fair. Two incredibly perfect males. Two incredibly perfect bodies on either side of her. Her blood sizzled and her heart thumped.
Nick dropped her hand and traced one warm finger across her cheek. A low hum resonated. His voice, just like Landon’s. A purr. “Tell us your name, honey.”
“Erin,” she said without meaning to. “Erin Monroe.”
“Mmm.” From behind, Landon purred into her neck.
Shivers raced through her and landed between her legs.
* * *
Erin wasn’t sure how she ended up in their cabin. She’d left her drink sitting untouched on the bar, so she couldn’t blame the alcohol. Hell, one drink wouldn’t have impaired her judgment anyway. She’d followed them as if in a trance.
Both men rubbed up against her, Nick in front, Landon behind, their bodies hard and ready. She should have been frightened. Freaked.
She wasn’t.
“You’re beautiful.” Landon pulled the band holding her brown hair in a ponytail and let her tresses sift through his fingers. “Like silk,” he said. “Mahogany silk.” He inhaled. “Apples. Tart apples.”
Nick smoothed the strap of her tank top off her shoulder and dropped a light kiss onto her bare skin. The soft whisper of his lips made her quiver.
“Apples,” Nick echoed. “You sure it’s her hair, Lan?” His lips curved against her flesh.
Fresh juice trickled between her thighs. Her panties would be soaked by now. What was she doing here with not one, but two men? Two strange men?
“No.” Landon brushed his lips against Erin’s cheek. “I wasn’t talking about her hair.” He kissed her nose, her other cheek. “I was talking about her sweet juicy cunt.”
Her breath caught. The c-word. Instead of horrifying her, the word made her hot. “What am I doing here?”
“Oh, honey,” Nick said, “you’re doing what you were put on earth to do.”
“And that is?” Her voice cracked.
“Making love to us.” Nick’s hand slid up her waist and cupped one breast. He groaned. “Both of us.”
“You can’t mean…”
“Oh, yes we can.” Landon cupped the other breast. “And we do.”
“But shouldn’t we…” What had she meant to say?
“Get to know each other?” Landon chuckled into her hair. “We will. Don’t you worry.”
Erin fell limp between their two beautiful bodies. How had Landon known what she meant? She looked into his sparkling azure eyes. Though tall herself, these men dwarfed her, both six-four at least. She stood, paralyzed, aching to touch them, to sift her fingers through Nick’s dark locks, Landon’s blond waves. Nick’s broad and beefy shoulders beckoned. The golden curls peeking from the V of Landon’s T-shirt begged to be caressed.
“Go ahead,” Landon said, reading her mind again.
“Yes,” Nick purred. “Touch us. We want you to touch us.”
“You’re the most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen.” Landon pushed against her, his erection apparent at her side.
The most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen. They talked as one. Strange.
And strangely arousing.
Emotion, thick and heady, coursed through her. Her body was ready, no doubt, but her mind? Her heart? Why did this seem so normal? So right?
Shaking, she cupped Nick’s chiseled cheek. His smile warmed her, and his stubble scraped her palm.
“Your eyes are the color of pine trees in the moonlight.”
Erin’s nipples tightened. Her eyes were a dull greenish gray. Nick made them sound glorious.
But glorious they were not. Her heart thudded to her stomach. This had to stop. Now. No way was she going to have a threesome with two strangers, no matter how wet she was for them. She opened her mouth to say as much, but Nick’s lips covered hers.
The kiss was crushing, almost violent. He ate at her lips, bit them, sucked them, and then sank his tongue between them and devoured her mouth. His erection throbbed against her belly, and another, Landon’s, pressed into her back. Tiny nibbles trailed over the sensitive skin of her neck. Landon. The throaty rumbles of their groans vibrated around her.
These men wanted her. Why? She hadn’t a clue, but at this moment, with her nipples straining and her pussy pulsing, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Mini-retreat be damned.
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nbsp; She was going to do this. She had no choice. Her body had taken over. She would make love to two flawless men. Even better, they were going to make love to her.
Nick’s nimble fingers eased her tank up her chest, and Landon unclasped her bra in back. Her breasts fell gently against her hot skin. Landon cupped them from behind and gently plucked at her turgid nipples, all the while grinding his hardness into the small of her back.
Nick ripped his mouth from hers and covered Landon’s hands with his own. “Damn, you’ve got great nipples. Pink as a mountain sunrise. Just the right size to suck on.”
Erin shivered as he bent to one.
“You’re going to need to move your fingers, Lan.”
“Aw…” Landon eased her sweats over her hips and massaged the crease between her ass cheeks. “Good thing there are other things for me to do.”
Her blood boiled. From Landon massaging her ass? Or from Nick nibbling on her nipple? Or simply from being sandwiched between two beautiful men? She closed her eyes and inhaled.
At this rate, she’d be a puddle of honey on the floor before long.
“Oh!” Make that now. Puddle on the floor. Landon’s long finger found her wetness and drilled into her pussy.
“Tight,” he purred, “and wet. Feels so good around my finger.” He inhaled against her neck. “And you smell like tart apple pie. Damn, I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Mmm.” Nick’s breath whispered against the swollen flesh of her breast. “Cut you a deal. You taste her first. I get to fuck her first.”
Erin caressed Nick’s granite shoulders. A soft moan left her throat.
“You like that, honey?” Nick rasped against her nipple. “You like Lan to rub your hot little clit and finger fuck you?”
“Yes.” The word was more breath than speech.
“Wait till I stuff your pussy with my cock.” He left her breasts and stood tall, leaning to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make you scream.”
Red heat whirled around her. So hot in this room. So very hot.
Still, this situation… She had every intention of following through. To hell with her mini-retreat. Her body was on fire. But she needed to know more. “You guys, I need to know why you’re doing this. Why you…together…”
“Shh.” Nick traced the outer shell of her ear with his hot tongue. “We’ll explain it all later. Now is the time for pleasure.”
“But—”
“You just concentrate on us. Feel Lan’s fingers sliding in and out of you. Think about me shoving my dick into you. I’m so hard right now. I’m going to fuck you soon, Erin Monroe.”
“And when he’s done”—Landon’s warm breath caressed her shoulder—“I’m going to take you. Ram my cock into you until you don’t know your own name.”
Erin. Her name was Erin. Beyond that she couldn’t remember much.
“We’re not easy lovers,” Landon continued. “We’re going to take you hard. And you’re going to enjoy every heart-pounding, breath-stealing minute of it.”
Oh, hell, yeah. She would. Landon’s hard body glided down her back. He slid her sweats and panties the rest of the way down her legs. His teeth grazed her ass cheeks, and his hands whispered along her inner thighs.
“Step out of your flip-flops, sweet.”
She obeyed, and he tossed the shoes and the discarded sweats onto a nearby chair. At least she thought he did. Nick had gone back to nibbling her nipples, so her brain was mush.
“Gorgeous long legs.” Landon’s warm breath drifted into the crease of her ass. “Fucking beautiful ass. You know what that means, don’t you, Nick?”
“You want the ass first?”
“It’s only fair. You get that sweet pussy first.”
The ass? Were they kidding? “Uh, guys…”
“Shh,” Nick murmured against her breast. “You’ll love it.”
Love it? She might. The idea had merit. Right now, though, she really wanted Landon’s fingers in her pussy again. “Landon?”
He shoved them into her and tongued her anus at the same time.
“Damn.” Oh, she’d shatter in a minute. If only she could reach her clit. She inched her fingers downward. “Do you read minds?”
Landon slurped a wet kiss between her cheeks. “Only yours.”
“God.”
Nick released her nipple with a soft smack. “The bed, Lan. She’s not going to be able to stand much longer.”
Now Nick was reading her mind. How was any of this possible?
“Mmm. The bed sounds good.” Landon gripped her hips with firm hands. “As much as I like tonguing your sweet little asshole, I really want to sink into that luscious pussy.”
Nick seared her flesh with smoky dark eyes. “And as soon as he sucks you till you’re swollen as a new peach, I’m going to slam my cock into you.”
Shivers skittered across Erin’s skin. Nick was no longer purring. His voice was raw, untamed. He was growling. Growling like an animal.
What a fucking turn-on. Not easy lovers, Landon had said. Primal instinct swirled around her so thick she swore she could feel it massaging her skin. They were going to fuck her like animals.
She couldn’t wait.
“I’m gonna make her come first.” Landon.
“I’m gonna make her come harder.” Nick.
Clearly, they both liked control. Yeah, she was okay with that. But for now, she had something to say before they robbed her of her ability to speak altogether.
“I’ll be happy to come as many times as the two of you can manage.” Her voice was low and sultry. Since when had she become a seductress? “But I won’t until we take care of one tiny detail.”
Nick bit her areola. The pleasure-pain hit her between the legs. No, damn it. She wouldn’t come yet.
“What detail?” Nick hummed against her throbbing breast.
“You two”—she inhaled a much-needed breath—“need to strip.” She dug her heels into the plush carpet. “Now.”
Erin’s heart hammered as they revealed two perfect male bodies. Nick, with dark hair scattered across a sculpted chest and a magnificent cock jutting from black curls. Landon, whose chest hair was blond and whose cock was just as regal in its golden nest. Two gorgeous sets of flawless pecs and abs. Both of similar height, with strong legs and arms. So unequaled, they could have been sculpted by a Renaissance artist.
Moisture trickled between her thighs. These two dazzling men were really going to make love to her.
She lay down on the bed and those two hard bodies pressed into her from either side. Touching. They liked touching. She’d be happy to oblige.
“Spread your legs, Erin.” Landon’s breath feathered across her swollen breasts as he inched down her body, the warmth of his skin never leaving hers. He entwined his thick fingers in her brown curls and inhaled.
“Apples, Erin. You have no idea how much I love a fresh, crispy apple.” His fingers slid through her folds. “So wet, baby. So fucking wet.”
Oh, yeah. She was wet all right. Landon’s fingers thrust harder and harder, finding a spot that made her convulse. When the moist tip of his tongue probed her clit, a climax hit her full force. Vibrations shimmied through her body, but before ecstasy had barely waned, Nick had straddled her chest and the head of his cock prodded against her lips.
“You turn an adorable shade of pink when you come, honey.” He nudged his cock head into her mouth. “Wait till I make you come, though. It’ll be fucking fantastic.”
No doubt it would be. Erin took Nick’s shaft between her lips. A drop of pre-cum salted her tongue. She licked the smooth tip, his groans exciting her.
All the while Landon worked her pussy like a cat lapping rich cream. Strong hands pushed her thighs upward. Her pussy was at Landon’s mercy. His lips, teeth, and tongue tantalized her labia, her slick opening, and especially her swollen clit. Her whole body hummed with awareness. Warmth, and then cold. Then warmth again. She writhed, ground her cunt against Landon’s talented mouth. Taking more
of Nick’s engorged cock, she sucked and released, the thrusts of her lips in tandem with her hips as Landon stabbed her with his long, sleek tongue.
“Mmm,” he said against her wetness. “You taste so good, baby. I could eat you all night.”
Nick increased the thrusts of his hips, giving her more cock. Happy to oblige, she sucked him deep, his tip grazing the back of her throat. What she wouldn’t give to suck him to completion, to feel the warmth of his cum trickle into her mouth, down her throat.
“Sorry, honey.” He withdrew. “Not this time. I’m coming in that sweet cunt of yours.”
Again? How did he know what she was thinking?
Landon’s finger plunged into her. God, she was going to come again. But she wanted Nick to come. She whimpered. She wanted to swallow his cum, taste his essence.
Glistening and beautiful, Nick’s penis bobbed against her chin. She craned her neck, but he held it just out of her reach.
For a split second, Erin thought she might die if she couldn’t taste his cum, but when a forceful climax hit her, all thoughts washed away.
Only feeling remained. Beautiful unbridled feeling. She soared, and her body shivered. Icy warmth glided through her, and when she relaxed, Nick was between her legs. Both he and Landon probed her pussy. Two thick fingers nursed her through the remains of her climax. Slow and sweet, they slid in and out.
“Mmm, beautiful, Erin,” Nick said. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
“Yes, you are,” Landon agreed. His finger drifted from her channel, leaving Nick penetrating her.
“Turn her over and take her from behind,” Landon said. “I want those luscious lips on my dick.”
Nick slid his finger from her and gently rolled her to her tummy. “Gorgeous ass,” he murmured. He slapped both cheeks lightly.
Never had Erin imagined a slap could feel so good. The sting reverberated through her body and landed back at her clit. Aching, throbbing. How could she still be so needy after two orgasms?
Oh, but she was. She needed more. So much more. Nick’s cock in her pussy. Landon’s in her mouth. That would be a good start. She wiggled her bottom and crawled up on her knees.
