by Jenny Penn
“No, I bet this feels better,” Nick argued with his brother, emphasizing his point with a shift of his hips that had Lindsay’s squeal turning into a scream as his slow, careful stroke added fuel to the pleasure beginning to rage out of control. “Damn, Cooper, you should see the way this tight little ass looks stretched around a big ol’ dick. Hell, you should feel it…sucking at me…”
Nick groaned and dipped his head to murmur straight into her ear. “I’m going to fuck this ass so hard, so deep, lil’ bit, you ain’t never going to forget the feel of me packed inside you.”
“Well then, you better work really hard at it,” Lindsay managed to pant out that taunt as she stretched down to grind herself against Cooper. “Because you have some pretty stiff competition.”
“She makes jokes.” Lindsay could hear the laughter along with the hunger in Cooper’s tone. “But are you laughing, Nick?”
“No. Are you?”
“No. What about you, pet? You feel like laughing now?”
Before Lindsay could meet that challenge with at least an attempt at a laugh, Cooper shifted right along with Nick. They moved together in perfect harmony, fucking her with fast, hard strokes that left her empty and then unbelievably filled. With their hands on her hips and waist, they maneuvered her, fucking her back and forth between them as they raced each other in a game that showed no concern for the poor woman trapped between them. Not that Lindsay had any complaints.
The feel of their cocks grinding and rubbing against her sensitive walls as they fucked her only fed Lindsay’s own ferocious appetite. She could feel every inch of them. Every throbbing, pulsing inch as the burrowed deep into her. Each inch they fed her drove her that much closer to the glorious horizon she could feel peeking through her.
Lost in the searing burn of the pressure filling her pelvis, Lindsay grunted out demands as she rallied her lovers to fuck her that much harder, that much deeper, while everything inside her strained and stretched, reaching for the release that remained tantalizingly out of reach. She knew what she needed, what Cooper and Nick held back from her. Lindsay also knew what they wanted and didn’t have the mind left to deny them.
“Please,” she cried out, uncaring that she was begging them as they so often promised her she would. “Please, let me come. I can’t take it anymore.”
She’d uttered those five words often enough in the past few hours to know how rarely they worked but this time Cooper and Nick finally showed some mercy. Without a word, their tempo shifted as they started to move as one, fucking into her on the same stroke. It was too much. The pressure boiling in her pelvis exploded. Lindsay came so hard she blacked out from the pleasure.
Minute, hours, possibly even days passed before the darkness receded and the world started to reorder itself. The hard press of male bodies pinning her between them and the soft give of the mattress beneath her assured Lindsay that Nick and Cooper had tucked her back into bed after using her so ruthlessly. Not that she’d complain.
Lindsay smiled as she stretched, enjoying the burn and ache in her muscles. They’d been well earned. So had her rest but right then she was a little hungry. Her stomach rumbled hard enough to force her eyes to open and her head to lift as she sought a path toward food.
The first thing Lindsay saw was the diamond weighing heavy on her finger. It was an engagement ring and looked to be old and long cared for.
“You like?” Cooper shifted behind her, his gravelly voice thick with sleep as he caught her hand in his. He turned her fingers to admire the ring as he explained, “It belonged to my mom, and grandmother before that, and my great-grandmother before her—”
“—and a few greats before her,” Nick finished for his brother. Yawning and stretching, he offered Lindsay a dirty little smile. “How you feeling this morning, pet?”
“Well used,” Lindsay answered honestly. “And hungry?”
“For meat?” Cooper growled against her neck as he dropped her hand to wrap his arms around her and snuggle her up tight against the erection digging into her hip.
“For food.” Lindsay giggled and squirmed when his lips dipped to start placing big, wet, sloppy kisses all along her neck. “Cooper! I mean it. I’m hungry.”
“Oh, come on, pet. Have some mercy,” Cooper pleaded between nibbles. “I’m hurting here.”
“And so’s my stomach,” Lindsay shot back, finally managing to wiggle free enough to turn on him. Too late, she realized her mistake as he growled and slid down her length.
“Then maybe I should kiss it and make it all better.”
“Maybe you should go make me a bacon-and-cheese omelet,” Lindsay ordered, causing Cooper to growl and grab at her.
“What was that, pet?” he asked as she slapped at his hands. “You’re wanting sausage?”
“It depends.” Lindsay giggled as she wiggled away from him. “Are we talking a hot dog or kielbasa? Because—hey!”
She squealed, having forgotten for the moment that she had two horny men to contend with. Nick reminded her as he lassoed her in his strong hold and pulled tight up against him, burying a second, just as hard, cock against the back of her thighs.
“Come on, pet, open up.” Nick growled against her shoulder as he nudged her knees apart with his own. “You know them legs aren’t allowed to be clamped shut.”
Lindsay didn’t fight him, allowing him to lift her leg all the way up and over his and leaving her completely vulnerable to the heavy press of his cock as it burrowed between the lips of her pussy. As natural as taking a breath, he fitted his thick head to her opening and slid in. Her breath caught as he filled her with a delicious warmth that had her sighing with something more than just lust.
“Now, what was that about hot dogs or kielbasa?” Nick murmured as he tucked her even tighter against his chest.
“Hmmm,” Lindsay sighed as she reached out to cup Cooper’s cheek. The hunger in his gaze warmed her through because she knew he wanted so much more from her than simply sexual obedience. “I think I was saying that I’ve decided to accept your proposals on one condition.”
“Dare I ask what?” He lifted a brow.
“Food. Now.” That blunt command had both Cooper and Nick snickering but they weren’t laughing as she continued on. “And after every fifth time you drag me out here, it’s my turn to be boss.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live near Charleston, SC, with my two biggies (my dogs). I have had a slightly unconventional life. Moving almost every three years, I’ve had a range of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the world’s largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I’ve always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one.
Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, as a latchkey kid I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.
I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old-fashion kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.
I’ve been working on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the anything goes mentality and letting my imagination run wild.
I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.
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