Twice as Hard

by Amber Bardan

  “No, no, no.” I grab Abel’s wrist.

  Abel stops instantly, his gaze meeting mine. That connection pierces me to the core. “Want us to stop?”

  I pant, almost wishing we were back in the force fantasy where I’d be so much less likely to wuss out. Where fear is the rush.

  But here, with the real me and them, my insecurities so close to the surface, I feel every inch of myself inside and out is so much more fragile than when they were making me. “It’s just too big.”

  “Not as big as my cock, honey.” His eyes are still on me and he’s not being full of himself—he really is packing a huge beast of a dick.

  If I want him and them together, doing something that I’ve always dreamed of, I have to take it all.

  “Go slow,” I whisper, and wiggle back into Dean.

  Abel sets the toy between my thighs, then he’s back at my ass with his fingers. One, then two, working in and out, and rubbing my clit again.

  Then I’m squirming, need and lust rushing and grinding through me.

  He scissors his fingers, stretching me wide. My eyes fly open. That right there is a dangerous sensation. The cool stroke of rubber replaces his touch.

  “Relax, baby.” Dean’s breath warms my temple. “We got you.”

  I breathe all the way out.

  Abel pushes the toy. My ass stretches, quivering under the strain. “That’s it, you got it. Push on that.”

  I do, and the thing slides in, then it’s buried deep. So fucking deep.

  A pressure that makes my head spin.

  Dean hums, and lifts me back. His cock grinds underneath me, then knocks to my entrance.

  My pulse rushes.

  His grip squeezes behind my knees, then he thrusts his cock in my pussy.

  I shriek. It’s full, so fucking full.

  But they’ve lubed me well.

  “Fuck.” Dean moans. “She’s even tighter. Even fucking tighter than before.”

  Abel’s gaze devours the sight—my thighs held wide to my chest, impaled in Dean’s lap.

  He removes his clothes. “She’s going to be even tighter when we’re both in her.”

  “It’s going to feel so good.” Dean rotates his hips.

  The heady pressure builds.

  “For all of us.” Abel leans over me, and reaches between my legs. Dean shoves up. Abel strokes my slippery, saturated clit. Pleasure hums fast inside me. There’s so much. So goddamn much. The toy a pressure in my ass, the tug in my pussy, the stroke on my clit.

  I’m going to come before they even get started.

  Moans wring from me.

  Abel kisses me. I suck his wicked tongue, then kiss him back.

  Dean moves faster, then I lose my freaking mind.

  My eyes roll back and I arch.

  Abel moves faster on my clit. I come, a wash of blissful white clouding my vision. My muscles pulsate.

  “She’s fucking milking my cock.” Dean lets out a long groan, and twitches under me. “I’m not going to last. Abe, I’m not going to last much more.”

  Abel pulls me off Dean, and flips me around.

  I grab on to Dean’s shoulders and straddle him.

  His head knocks back on the headboard as I lower myself over him. He grasps my hips, his chest hitching with sharp pants like he’s agonized.

  Everything slows down.

  My fierce, dominant, virile husband looks completely undone. He’s flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening over his face and chest. I’ve never been hornier in all my life and I only just came.

  I kiss him.

  Abel’s hand closes on my waist. The crisp hairs on his legs brush the back of my thighs.

  He grabs the base of the plug, and tugs.

  There’s only a moment to prepare, because he doesn’t give me a chance to close replacing the toy with his cock.

  My nails dig into Dean’s shoulders.

  Holy shit.

  He sinks inside. My ass burns. Fuck, the stretching.

  I hiss at the sting, but it hurts so very, very right. Hurts full and throbbing, piercing and consuming.

  The way I’ve always imagined.

  He stills, buried deep, and I’m so chock-full I can’t breathe in.

  Dean moves underneath me, giving a sharp little thrust. I scream from deep down in my belly, and dig nails deeper on his shoulders. There’s no room to move inside me. But he does again, small thrusts that make me give, with Abe rooted and still.

  Sensations whip through me.

  Like this is a freaking G-spot sandwich, every move hitting the exact right place.

  Abel groans, grip crushing my waist, then he bucks, fucking my ass.

  I can only pant and gasp, my abdominals clenching tight, bearing down.

  It’s too much. Too excruciating to be pleasure. Too good to be pain.

  Two big dicks press inside me, only a thin barrier of flesh separating them, moving in tempo. Feels like my ass and pussy are one and the freaking same.

  Dean grips my throat.

  My vision clears, and I see him, my devilish husband—impassioned and so close to the edge, his fierce filthy dominance back in his steely grip. “Do you like two cocks in you, baby?”

  They move faster.

  I shout again, and grab on to Dean’s wrist for support.

  “Tell us how you like it, dirty girl.” He squeezes my throat harder, and my eyes strain wide, the swell of orgasm building to a peak.

  “I fucking love your two cocks in me.”

  Abel snaps, pounding into my ass. I explode, contracting with muscles in my cunt and ass that feel as though they will break from the tension. Pleasure turns me inside out, twisting me into a quivering heap of flesh.

  I collapse, lying on Dean, but there’s no relief. Abel lowers onto my back. They move like that. Pinning me. Trapping me between two thrusting, horny, out-of-control men. Heat consumes me. I don’t know whose sweat is whose but I know we’re all melting.

  Dissolving into each other.

  “I’m going to come.” Abel stiffens behind me, pressing hard on my back, and shoving deep, holding us all still.

  “Come in her ass, Abe. I’m about to flood her pussy.” Dean strains and his cock drives up. They come together, every pulsation a messy sucker-punch of bliss.

  I absorb every flex of their warm wet eruption.

  Abel goes so heavy my ribs creak. I feel the dribble from my front and back. We’re a goddamned, dirty mess. They remain in me, weighing me down, filling me up. Completing me.

  Tears leak from my eyes, joining in with the pouring sweat.

  I’d never believed I could really be lovable, but the emotion here is present and undeniable.

  I want it like this, every fucking day.

  Forever.

  Epilogue

  I nuzzle into chest hair. My nose tickles but I love the feeling. Abel’s arms tighten around me. The mattress dips at my back. Dean slips back into bed, his skin cool from being up too long.

  “Does he need me?” I whisper.

  I can get up. I can totally get out of bed if I have to.

  Dean buries his face in the nape of my neck. “Relax, Mommy, I took care of our boy.”

  Warmth floods me. Of course he did. I’m spoiled rotten. Our baby too. With two daddies this child gets no end of love and attention.

  Our kid might be the luckiest kid in the world with two amazing but different kinds of dads. Dean, who carries him around the house when he’ll only cry for me, and settles him by explaining what everything is and how it works.

  And Abe, who blows raspberries, and lifts him up in the air, and snuggles him.

  “He must be hungry.” I know he must be hungry. The ache in my
boobs insists it’s time for a feed.

  “Gave him expressed milk so you could rest.” He cups my ass in warning. “But you’re not resting.”

  Abel shifts against me, and joins in the discussion. “She’s incorrigible. Whatever should we do with her?”

  I have some ideas. The warmth inside me turns to a burn. “You should both teach me a really big lesson.” I can’t stand it anymore. It’s been too long. I squirm between them. God, I need them so badly. “It’s been six weeks...”

  I feel both their bodies react in unison, muscles bristling with arousal. Oh, they’ve been desperate too, but they’re such good, patient boys.

  “Are you sure you’re ready?” Dean, the party-pooper, has to be the voice of caution. Always assessing risk before he leaps into it.

  “Well, I don’t hurt anymore.” My voice dips. A flush bursts through me. Oh, my poor vagina. I haven’t explored her too thoroughly, but I remember every agonizing second of what happened to her.

  “What’s wrong?” Abel asks.

  “I’m just...” I sink my face deeper in his chest. “I’m not sure I’m going to be the same. Jack’s a big baby. I just keep picturing how stretched I must be.”

  Dean chuckles behind me.

  “Oh, no...” His erection brushes my ass, then presses between my thighs. “Whatever could we do with a stretched out pussy, Abe?”

  Abel’s hard cock grinds against me, before he too pushes between my thighs from the front. Two cocks sliding against my lips, knocking together. “I think it means soon she’ll be ready for two cocks in her pussy.”

  I gasp. Two in there at the same time?

  No way...

  Dean groans and rolls me over onto my back. He tugs the sheet down, and grabs my tit. Milk dribbles from my nipple. “Fuck me, look at these huge beautiful boobs.”

  Abel grabs my other breast, and squeezes. I feel myself leak and want to shield myself.

  “Boys, I’m going to make a mess.” I bite my lip. It’s been six weeks, and this change in my body is all so new.

  And yet they haven’t been able to keep their hands off me. Even if it’s just to hold and caress me. Tell me how sexy I still am.

  “Oh, baby, we haven’t started making a mess yet.” Dean leans down and licks the trickle he just caused.

  Abel’s lips brush on my tummy, which is slowly shrinking back to something like it used to be. His breath is hot on my abdomen.

  I know what he wants.

  Abe’s all about eating pussy. The tension in his hand on my hip lets me know it’s like his favorite treat has been kept from him.

  Dean’s mouth closes on my nipple. He sucks, and his eyes flash wickedly at me. Sensation riots to my core. Yeah, his favorite treat has been withheld too.

  The look on his face tells me he intends to reclaim them today.

  I open my legs wide. Beard brushes my inner thigh.

  Oh, boy. There’s barely an instant to gasp and a warm wet tongue strokes my clit. “Oh, shit.”

  Desire floods me.

  Dean tongues my nipple, and Abel massages my clit. Two hot tongues on me, it’s too perfect a feeling to be real.

  I grab a handful of Dean’s hair.

  A finger joins Abel’s mouth. He presses between my lips. Pleasure coils tight. Fuck, I’m so sensitive. Slick and swollen, obscenely so from our weeks of abstinence.

  His finger enters me, and I go stiff for an instant. He presses deep into me. Tender, sure, but not broken like I feared. Sure as shit not loose. He presses in a second digit and I groan at the sweet ache.

  I stare down my body at Dean sucking my tit and Abel eating my pussy—my two gorgeous men. The visual stimulation sends a jolt of pleasure slamming into me.

  Abe laps at my clit, his touch getting less cautious, thrusting into me a little harder.

  Tension snaps tight up my legs, into my middle.

  “Oh, fuck...” I groan, my eyes roll upward.

  “Already, baby?” Dean rises over me, his cock in his hand. “You’re lucky we’re taking it easy on you today.”

  Abel sucks my clit. My back bows, orgasm gathering tight.

  Dean pumps his cock over my chest with one hand, and grabs my tit with the other. “How do you get even fucking sexier?”

  Abel finds my G-spot with his finger. I shatter, exploding into a million fantastic pieces. Pleasure curls my fingers and toes. My spine bows.

  I gasp and cry out. Warmth floods my chest. Dean spurts on me, his fist around his cock and possession in his gaze.

  My cunt spasms.

  Dean releases his cock, then leans down and kisses me with a hard press of his mouth, before taking me by the back of the neck and hauling me up.

  Abel shuffles out from between my legs, and in the next moment I’m somehow straddling Dean’s face. Abe kneels beside me, and leans in for a kiss.

  Long and slow and with lots of soft drags of his lips.

  Shivers wash over me.

  Dean’s tongue pushes up into my pussy. I gasp, arousal flying back up to another peak.

  Abe releases me and guides me forward, drawing my face to his thick wonderful cock. I suck him while Dean fucks my vagina with his tongue.

  Abe’s fingers curl in the back of my scalp. His passion for me fills his touch. His big cock strains my jaw. My hips rock. I’m not going to last long even this second time around. This is my favorite thing that’s been withheld.

  One man I love between my legs and other in my mouth.

  Being taken at both ends.

  Dean tilts me, moving to my oversensitive clit.

  I come again, ripples of delight trembling my thighs and stealing my breath. Abel pulls out of my mouth, taking himself in hand, and explodes on my chest.

  Right where Dean came.

  Over the heart they’ve claimed.

  I gasp and shudder as they draw me down to the bed. They hug me between them, not caring that we’ve made such a terrible mess.

  The thought makes me smile.

  That they both came on me like this means one thing. My treats aren’t over today. This tells me Abe’s going to bathe me while Dean changes the sheets.

  I’ll never get tired of being bathed like I’m some kind of princess.

  I regain my breath. I’m shocked they didn’t try to make love to me. But then, they’re both so protective of me. It’s going to take a while before they’re as rough as I’d like again.

  Which reminds me of something...

  “Are you really going to try to put two cocks in my pussy?” I breathe the question, not sure if it’s apprehension or anticipation making my pulse skip.

  “We fucking-well-are.” Dean faces me, his hand on my hip. “But relax, not today. We’ll have to get you good and ready. But when we do it’s going to be so damned good.”

  Abel snuggles deeper behind me. “It’s going to be so much better at getting you pregnant again.”

  “How many babies do you think we’re having?” I laugh.

  We’ve all agreed on wanting a big family but if love has taught us one thing, it’s that you can’t always put a number on what feels right.

  Abel’s breath warms the back of my head. “Dean says four, but I want five.”

  “Five?” Five kids?

  “How many do you want?” Dean stares at me. His features are fierce with need, and with love.

  My heart thunks. I know the truth. I’d give them five or twenty-five. “As many as we can make.”

  Abel’s chuckle rumbles behind me. “Maybe we’ll ask you again after the next one or two.”

  “Or three.” Dean lowers his face to mine. I kiss him, deeply and passionately, then pull Abel closer and kiss him too, never leaving one or the other out.

  There’s
so much love in me I never had the chance to share. So much love I was afraid to discover. But they opened me up, let it all out.

  Now I’m giving it all to them.

  Just like they’ve given all to me.

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  Prologue

  Long fingers close around my throat. Not squeezing, not hurting, but commanding. I look at him. This man I love. This devil I adore. He’s gorgeous—dark hair, darker eyes, olive skin, body and features all chiseled hardness. But that’s not what makes my veins jump under his hand. That’s not what makes my skin slick with sweat.

  There’s more to this man than meets the eye.

  His thumb strokes my pulse, gleaning secrets right out of my blood. His mouth curls to the side, forming a smile that reveals he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

  “Didn’t I warn you, Angel,” he says, and his thumb moves up to my chin, “that it’s not a good idea to love me?”

  My pulse leaps from erratic to chaotic. I can’t answer, only listen in horrified fascination to what I know will come next.

  He traces the groove below my bottom lip. “Didn’t I warn you my love would be bad?”

  Shivers run hot then cold over my skin.

  “Didn’t I tell you, you’d pay for my heart?” He touches my mouth, dragging my bottom lip down.

  My body sings, my blood hums right down to my womb. I can’t resist him. He did warn me. He truly did. But I was greedy. I wanted him anyway.

  I didn’t understand how bad he could be.

  He’s the devil. Tempting me with what I desire most. Luring me to an irresistible destruction. A destruction I’m so close to I can smell it—taste it—touch it. Pain grips me, my insides bruise with it. My family believes I’m dead. The life I’ve left behind lies in tatters because of him. Because he keeps me.

  He won’t let me go.