“God, you are incredibly hot.”
She grasped his wrist with a groan and forced his fingers into her pussy.
“So wet. Spread your thighs and let me make you come.”
With a whimper, she complied; opening herself to him and feeling his lips drift down her chest before he sucked her nipple inside his warm mouth.
“Oh,” she groaned.
His tongue rasped against the hard nub, almost making her scream. One finger toggled her clit several times while she squirmed against his touch.
“I want—”
His lips moved down her belly until she felt his breath against her lower abdomen. She whimpered and spread her legs farther apart.
“Brett… eat me, pleaaassseee.”
A scream bubbled in her throat when his tongue flicked against her clit.
“So sweet,” he whispered between licks.
Fingers lifted the hood protecting her most sensitive spot from his tongue, giving him the access he needed to send her over the edge with a swiftness she’d never experienced before.
Her back arched, and the scream she’d held in sprang from her lips, echoing off the walls of the room as sweet heat spread through her belly. Two fingers slipped inside her, stroking her as cream flooded from her pussy.
He continued to eat her until she ceased to tremble, her body coming down from one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. Warm breath flittered over her clit for a second before he kissed his way up her stomach. His lips closed around her nipple for a moment while he sucked and flicked it with his tongue before they settled back on her mouth. He kissed her deeply, his tongue stroking the inside of her mouth, letting her know he wanted her. When he lifted his head, their gazes met and a self-satisfied smile drifted over his lips.
“Better?”
“Yeah,” she sighed.
“Good.”
“Not as good as the whole thing, but it’ll do in a pinch.”
“Tease.”
“Me? No.” She frowned. “What about Ryan?”
“What about him?”
She shifted back against the headboard, pushing him so he no longer sat over the top of her. Confusion zipped through her. I am attracted to both men in different ways, but I just let Brett eat me until I came so hard stars burst behind my eyelids.
“You’re confused.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t be.”
“I don’t understand. I want both of you, but I don’t know how this is supposed to work.” Grabbing the quilt from the side of the bed, she pulled it over her nakedness, a little uncomfortable now that the passion had ebbed.
What would it be like having both men focused on my needs?
“You’re imaging what it would be like,” he murmured. His hand moved over her breast. “My mouth here, sucking your nipple until you scream.” Pushing the quilt back until she was exposed to his wandering touch, he rasped one finger across the sensitive surface. “And Ryan’s mouth on your pussy, licking your clit until you come for us.” One finger dipped between her legs, and he smiled as he spread her juices against her thigh. “You’re hot.” He leaned toward her, his mouth stopping a mere hairsbreadth from hers. “How about Ryan’s cock in your pussy, driving into your hot center and pounding into your flesh as you wrap your fantastic thighs around his hips?” He ran his tongue up her neck. “And my cock in your ass? Have you ever had a man in your ass, Whit?”
“N-no.”
“Ah fuck, sweetheart. I bet you’re so tight.” His finger dipped toward her back hole, nudging against the entrance.
“Stop, Brett.”
“Why, baby?”
“Because I’m so hot now I could burst into flames.”
The wicked smile was back. “Do you want me? Do you want me and Ryan?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm…soon.”
She shivered and scooted closer to his touch. “Damn it!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I want you inside me. Not your fingers, not your mouth on my clit, I want your cock buried to the hilt in my pussy.”
“Good. I want you bad.”
Her pussy creamed when he stood on the side of the bed and whipped the t-shirt over his head as a wicked smile graced his mouth. Damn, he’s a sight. All bulging muscles, sharp angles, and enticing planes met her gaze, making her mouth water to taste every tempting inch. She moved closer and ran her tongue down his chest, following the dark line of hair until she hovered over his cock. Pre-cum glistened on the head, begging for her mouth. Opening wide, she took him inside and swirled her tongue around him.
His hips rocked with her movements, and he fisted her hair in his hands as he fucked her mouth. A tortured hiss left his lips when she cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them, before her finger traced the skin back toward his ass.
“God, Whit,” he groaned, pulling back until she released him with a pop.
A squeak from the small drawer next to the bed revealed a small stash of condoms.
“Anticipating?”
“Hopeful,” he murmured, as he held her gaze. White latex found a path over his erection impressive erection. Brown eyes twinkled when he put one knee on the bed and crawled toward her like a cat stalking its prey.
Hard muscles and crisp hair scraped against her puckered nipples and the insides of her thighs. The whimper that escaped her lips took her by surprise, but it obviously didn’t surprise Brett. He chuckled and captured it with his mouth when his tongue dove between her lips.
“Open for me.” The cool air of the room spreading across her engorged clit made her moan. “That’s it.”
The wide head of his cock bumped against her pussy. One small shift of his hips, and the tip parted her pussy lips.
If he wants me to beg, then beg I will.
“Brett, please,” she pleaded.
With a soft chuckle and then a hearty moan, he slipped all the way inside.
“God, you feel incredible,” he murmured, burying his face in her neck.
“Move. I need you.”
“I don’t want this to end.” His warm breath whispered over her skin, prickling it into goose bumps.
“Oh God, please.”
A moment later, he lifted his chest, tilted his pelvis and slammed into her. With hips rotating, he stroked in and out until they were both moaning loudly.
“Come for me, Whit. I want to feel you milk my cock, sweetheart.”
His words drove her over the edge as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust and each stroke of his hard length inside her. Her world tilted, and she screamed as cum slipped from her pussy and slid down between them.
Within a few moments, his cry of climax echoed in her ear, and she thought for sure he had rung every bit of energy she had.
“Sounds like you two had fun. Mind if I join you?”
Ryan stood at the door with his arms crossed over his broad, naked chest. “Ryan.” Heat flushed her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to the bed as Brett unsheathed his cock from her pussy and rolled to her side.
“Don’t be embarrassed, princess.” When he reached her side, he tipped her face up with fingers under her chin. “I’m disappointed Brett got to love you first, but I’m sure he told you, we don’t have a problem sharing. I’m hard as a damned boulder watching him fuck you. Are you okay with both of us? We didn’t want to push you, but since here we are—”
“I think so.” She sat up and pulled the quilt up to her chin, sneaking a look at Brett, who lay gloriously naked next to her on the bed. Ryan climbed in on the other side.
Ryan took a piece of her hair between his fingers and rubbed it like he was fascinated by the texture.
Brett’s lips drifted over her bare shoulder.
“It’s okay if you want to think about this. I know, it’s kind of sudden and overwhelming,” Brett said, tucking her next to him. “Let us hold you while you sleep and we’ll go from there.”
Her gaze skimmed Ryan’s chest and down his six-pack abdomen t
o the cock straining against the front of his shorts.
“Don’t look at me like that, Whit.”
“Like what?”
His mouth stopped near hers. “Like you want to see how my cock tastes.”
“Maybe I do.” Did I just say that? Can I really suck Ryan while Brett watches? Hell, yeah!
A low growl rumbled from his chest, and he closed his eyes as he shivered. He lay back against the headboard, his muscular arms crossed behind his head, his hot gaze pinning her to her spot. “I’m all yours.”
She licked her lips and moved out of Brett’s embrace and dropped the blanket down around her waist. Her fingers skimmed Ryan’s chest, raking through the curly hair spread across the expanse of muscles.
“I love chest hair.”
A warm chuckle sounded behind her and she’d almost forgotten Brett still sat next to her. “Good thing both Ryan and I have a bit then, huh?”
“Mmm…yeah. Just right.” Letting her breasts skim over Ryan’s thighs, across his cock, and along his abs, she settled her lips over his right nipple and rasped her tongue over the tip. Brett made sure she knew he enjoyed watching her with Ryan as he slid his hand down her back and cupped her ass, dipping his finger between her thighs.
Rolling Ryan’s other nipple between her fingers while she tongued the right one, she smiled against his skin when she heard a tortured moan escape his mouth. She worked her way down his chest, licking and nipping at the soft skin. His hips surged toward her when she opened her mouth and took the head of his penis between her lips.
“Ah, God! Suck it, Whit.”
Brett dipped his fingers into her pussy, and she moaned around Ryan’s cock.
“That’s so hot,” Brett murmured, his lips brushing down her back, kissing every inch of skin he came into contact with while his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. He pulled them out, and she whimpered at the loss. “On your back. I’m going to eat you until you come so hard you see stars.”
Ryan’s cock slipped from between her lips as Brett forced her over on her back. Ryan scooted to the top of the bed and she braced her head against his thighs. This way, if she turned her head, she could suck him while Brett ate her pussy. Once he was back inside her mouth, she scraped her teeth along him, bringing a moan to his lips.
“Easy with the teeth, babe,” Ryan whispered.
Brett licked her from vagina to clit and then toggled the hard nub with his tongue. Two fingers drove deep between her labia, stroking in and out bringing her to the brink of insanity within seconds.
She cupped Ryan’s balls in her hands, rolling the sack and fingering the skin between it and his back hole as she groaned around his hard flesh. He pumped his hips in time with her sucking mouth.
“That’s it. That’s it. Oh yes,” Ryan murmured. “I’m gonna come. Yes!”
As Ryan’s hips surged, pushing his cock deep into her throat, she felt the first spurts of his hot cum shoot to the back. Her own world exploded on the quick flick of Brett’s tongue, flooding his mouth with her cum. The next moment, Brett’s mouth moved away, only to be replaced with his cock as he pushed it inside her pussy.
“You are so sweet. Your climax is lingering, making your pussy ripple around me. God, you feel like heaven.”
“Fuck me, Brett. Hard, oh God, hard, please.”
Ryan sucked her nipple between his lips, nipping with his teeth, while Brett’s pelvis slammed against hers. She climaxed so fast she hardly had time to focus on the sensations having the two men together brought to her body.
With a low, deep growl, Brett climaxed, surging fully into her and holding his cock deep inside her for a moment. His arms trembled when he braced his hands on either side of her shoulders.
Each breath he took seemed torn from his chest, and his eyes were glazed when he stared down at her. “You’re amazing.”
She chuckled softly. “You two are pretty good yourselves. I would never have thought being with two men would feel like this.”
Ryan laughed along with her as he scooted down and tucked her close to his side. “Just wait, princess. We’re just getting started.”
“At this rate, you two will be the death of me,” she whispered with a smile as her eyes got heavy and drifted shut.
Chapter Five
A warm, hard body was pressed against Whitney’s backside, and she smiled when she felt soft lips brush across her shoulder. A rock-hard erection rested between her ass cheeks, but the other side of the bed was empty.
“Are you awake?” Ryan asked as he nibbled her ear.
“Mmm…I think so,” she whispered, rolling over to meet Ryan’s twinkling hazel eyes.
“Good. I’m hungry.”
“It smells like someone is making breakfast. I assume it’s Brett since he’s not in the bed with us and I’m kind of hungry myself.” She moved to swing her legs over the side of the bed, only to be tugged back to Ryan’s side.
“Not for food but if pussy is on the menu, I’m game.”
A quick glance through her lashes, revealed a devilish smile on his lips. “Could be.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Having you suck me off was fantastic, but I want to feel your sweet heat surrounding me when I come inside you.”
His fingers slipped between her thighs and glanced across her clit, making her suck in a ragged breath. Damn, these two can get me on high alert quick.
“Is that a yes?”
“Keep that up and you’ll definitely convince me.”
He lifted her leg over his, opening her to his seeking fingers as two of them slipped knuckle deep inside her and pumped in and out with a slow, torturous rhythm.
“God, Ryan.”
“Do you want my cock, Whit?”
“Oh, yes.” She rocked her hips with his movements. “Now, right now.”
He chuckled, removed his fingers and slipped into her from behind with a soft moan. “Oh my. You’re tight and oh so good.”
His palm rasped against her hard nipple, and she pushed her breast into his hand. His pace was slow and languorous, not at all hurried.
She whimpered, wanting him to move faster as she pushed back, but he didn’t speed up. One hand came around the front to slip over her clit and toggle it quickly.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want. This is for you, too, babe, not just me. I want you to come along for the ride.”
Not like Eric. He only cared about himself, never me.
Her movements stopped at his words, and when she didn’t move, he stopped, too.
“What’s wrong? Am I just not getting it?”
Biting her lip, she wiggled until he slipped from her pussy. Why am I even thinking of that ass? A tear streaked down her cheek. Unfortunately, he left me a child to remember him by, and it ruined anything I could ever hope to have with Brett and Ryan.
“Uh-uh. Whit, talk to me.”
He pulled her back around and forced her face up with his fingers under her chin.
“Why are you crying? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Afraid to speak, she shook her head.
“Then what?”
“I can’t,” she whispered, burying her face against his chest.
“Shh. Don’t cry.” He held her tight, stroked her back and whispered words in her ear she could understand, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Ryan and Brett wanted her, not because of who her family was or how much money they had, but because she was just Whitney.
“What the hell did you do, Ryan?” Brett grumbled from the doorway.
“Nothing.”
Brett set the tray he’d been carrying on the dresser and crawled onto the bed with them. He took her hand and tugged her out of Ryan’s grasp and into his arms.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. He can be such a brute,” Brett said, his lips in her hair.
A watery chuckle left her lips, and she tipped her face up.
Brett brushed the tears from her cheeks and tucked her hair behind her ear.<
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“Now. Tell me what has you so upset.”
How can I explain? How can I tell them I don’t deserve this from them? No, this has to stay a secret. This is something I can’t share, even with them.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing, Whitney, if you’re crying. Something has you upset.”
She moved out of Brett’s embrace, not wanting to touch either man while she tried to gather her thoughts.
“I need to get dressed.” Sliding toward the edge of the bed, she scooped up her clothes from the floor and slipped her tank top over her head.
Ryan shifted on the bed and grabbed his own clothing. The tinkle of his belt buckle sounded loud in the room as she fought the tears still clogging her throat.
Tucking her pants and underwear beneath her arm, she headed for the bathroom. Grumbling under her breath about men in general, she plopped herself down on the toilet, trying to think.
What the hell am I getting myself into? It would be too easy to fall for one or both of these two, but I can’t expect them to accept everything about me. There are things they don’t know and probably won’t be able to get past. Getting involved with them will only hurt them in the end. She came to a decision while she sat in the bathroom—one she knew they wouldn’t like, but it had to be done. I refuse to hurt them. They’ve been too good to me.
Once she dressed, she pulled the door open to find the two of them standing on the other side with their arms over their chests, waiting.
“Can’t a girl get any privacy around here?”
“What’s going on, Whitney?”
With a rush of air from between her lips, she sighed. “I’m leaving.”
* * * *
What the hell? She can’t leave.
“What do you mean you’re leaving?” Ryan asked. He stepped in front of her and grasped her shoulders. “What about Eric?”
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