Love Under Two Bad Boys

by Cara Covington

  The look of shock on Jeremy’s face hurt her because his first thought must have been that April Bixby was one stone-cold bitch. And then, finally, she saw a glimmer. Just a glimmer, but it was a thread to pull. She wasn’t the only one to see that thread, either.

  “Lover, what happened to Ari, and all the other children that monster molested, girls and boys, was only his fault,” Marc said. “Not theirs. Not Ari’s. And sure as hell, not yours.”

  “Emotions, attractions, curiosity—these are natural in all of us,” April said. “Just because we experience them—something, by the way that we really don’t have any say over because it’s a matter of biology and chemistry—experiencing those little urges and impulses doesn’t mean we deserve the bad things that happen to us.

  “Your being bisexual did not cause your father to molest you. Being a pedophile and choosing to satisfy his own sick compulsions did. That was his choice. His choice, his responsibility, and his damn fault.”

  Jeremy’s expression—hurting, hopeful—tore at her. She nodded as she stroked his arm when he looked at her. Marc was just as loving when Jeremy turned his gaze to him.

  “Not my fault.”

  “Not your fault,” Marc said.

  In that moment, for Jeremy Bishop, the gap closed between head knowledge and heart knowledge. No one was surprised when the first tear fell. No one said another word. They just closed the distance between them. She and Marc held each other and Jeremy. Their man had carried this burden for far too long. He’d known the truth, intellectually. Now, however, he felt the truth for the first time, and at long last, he accepted it.

  “Oh God, oh God, now I just feel so stupid.” Jeremy eased back and, being a guy, used his shirt to wipe away his tears.

  “You’re not, love, you’re just human,” Marc said.

  “Yeah, human and flawed like everyone else in this hug.” April stretched up and brushed her lips over Jeremy’s. Then she did the same with Marc.

  “Feel better, boyfriend?” Marc asked.

  “God, you have no idea. I…I didn’t know I could ever feel this…this good.”

  “This was what I wanted for us—for all of us, including myself. This is where I imagined we’d be. Now we can look forward to our commitment ceremony and to sinking down roots, right here in Lusty.”

  “And children,” Jeremy said. His gaze on Marc’s didn’t waver. Marc turned to her, and she saw it then. The longing, and the hope.

  “I want babies, Marc Jessop. Yours and Jeremy’s.”

  He closed his eyes only for a moment. When he opened them again, when she looked at him, they were wet with unshed tears.

  “How many?”

  “I’ve always believed you should only have as many children as you can afford.”

  Marc’s grin split wide. “Oh, Nancy Drew, we’re going to have to adopt some as well as having our own because we can afford as many babies as our hearts desire!”

  “Right now, my heart desires two things.” Two things she’d been thinking of from the moment she’d understood how these two men drew her, how they’d captivated her—how they owned her. She’d been longing for a couple of firsts, and the moment she’d seen Philip Kardigan in handcuffs, she’d known she needed those two firsts today. “First, Marc, I need to feel your hand on my ass the way you’ve been promising to give it to me.”

  “Oh, April. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see how many ways I can pleasure you and see your sweet ass turn pink under my hand.”

  “And after you do that, I really, really want to have you both inside me. I want us joined together, one flesh. Please.”

  “That’s what I want, too. Jeremy?”

  “Upstairs, in our kick-ass bed,” Jeremy said. “Now.”

  * * * *

  Marc led her into the bedroom then turned to face her. He bent down and gave her a sweet, sexy kiss. Their tongues danced for a moment, and when he eased his lips from hers, she used her tongue to lap his essence from her lips.

  “You’ve responded so well when I’ve needed you to submit, baby. Have I told you how much I appreciate that?”

  April met Marc’s gaze and let him see all she felt for him. “No, but I knew.”

  “Well, I do. You’ve given your submission to me when that was what I needed. It’s time I returned the favor by giving you what I believe you need.” He took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. Then he took a half-step back.

  “Strip, and hand your clothes to Jeremy.”

  Oh, that particular tone of voice just does it for me. She shivered in anticipation even as her fingers set to work, obeying her Dom. Thoughts began to swirl, wondering how much they would eventually come to incorporate this aspect of loving into their daily lives.

  “Turn off your thoughts and stay in the moment, woman.”

  “Yes, Marc.” April found it surprisingly easy to obey. When she’d given Jeremy her last stitch of clothing, she looked at Marc, calmed her nerves, and waited.

  “I’m going to give you an erotic spanking. For now, until we decide how much kink we’re going to use, your safe word is red. If you want to stop, use it. I’ll ask you halfway through how you’re doing. If you’re good, then say green. If you have a question or want to take a breath, you say yellow. Please repeat that to me so I know you understand.”

  “Red for stop, yellow for pause, and green, I’m okay.”

  “Good girl. Come here.” He held out his hand, and she gave him hers. He led her over to the bed then sat.

  She let him arrange her as he would and felt her nipples tighten when she was across his lap, with her fingers just touching the floor. He hooked his left arm across her waist, his hand holding her securely.

  “Let’s see if this is something you enjoy.”

  April didn’t doubt she would because she was already wet. Marc caressed her ass, using his right hand to touch and squeeze. She felt her flesh get warm as he continued to pet and grip.

  “I’m going to give you ten,” he said. “This time, you don’t have to count. Use your safe word if you need to.”

  “Yes, Marc.”

  Whap.

  April’s body jerked, and then the sting and the heat began to spread from her ass to her hips and seeped inside her body.

  Whap. Whap. Whap.

  The heat spread, the sting tingled, and she felt her pelvic floor muscles contract. Moisture coated her pussy lips, and she shivered.

  Whap.

  “How are you doing, April?”

  Won-der-ful. No, he wanted something else. “Green, sir.” The title slipped out. Beneath her hip, she felt Marc’s cock harden even more.

  “Good. Let’s continue, then.”

  She felt the next slap and closed her eyes. A moan escaped, and she reveled in the arousal the raced through her, but this was an arousal unlike any she’d ever known. It didn’t soar so much as it expanded, like it had created a bubble around her and let her float, just a little, in the moment.

  She felt fingers stroke her slit and knew she was very wet. Marc lifted her and held her close.

  She blinked and looked at him. “Aren’t you going to finish?”

  He eased her back, and she saw his smile. “We did, baby. I’d say that experiment was a success. I’d say we have some more experiments in our future.”

  “Those sounds you made, sweetheart, got me harder than ever.” Jeremy stood close, and she felt his naked cock press against her back.

  Oh, yes. April was going to look forward to those times. The arousal bubble popped, leaving her raw and hungry. “I really need you both inside me now, please.”

  “Yeah,” Marc kissed her, a hard mating of lips that just barely satisfied. Then he nodded to Jeremy, who lifted her off Marc’s lap and turned her to face him as he let her find her feet.

  Marc ran his hand over her bottom. “Does this sting?”

  “No, it’s just nice and warm.”

  “Good.”

  Jeremy drew her closer, and she opened
her mouth under his. His hands caressed her, nape to ass, and she shivered when he nudged her stomach with his cock. Behind her, she heard the sound of clothing being dropped, and then Marc joined them.

  April shivered as her men made her their sandwich filling. Naked male flesh pressed to her naked female flesh, front and back, making her even hornier than she’d already been. Her nipples beaded, contracting into two tight, hard points. Jeremy hummed his pleasure then rubbed his chest against hers.

  April shivered again. Her men chuckled.

  “Feeling your hot ass has me ready to explode. So does your scent. I can smell your cunt, baby.” Marc’s whispered words brushed her right ear. She closed her eyes and moaned as her arousal soared. “You get so damn wet for us.”

  “I can’t help it. The two of you just have to look at me and I’m sopping.”

  “We don’t want you to help it,” Jeremy said. “We want you wet.”

  “Wet and submissive. Are you submissive, woman?”

  “Yes, Marc.” April felt his pleasure at her response. Anything she could do for these men to make them feel good, she would do. And she knew the reverse was true, especially after that little taste Marc had given her of his hand on her ass. Her men’s first priority was taking care of her. Thank goodness.

  Marc combed his fingers through her short hair then fisted them. He tugged and said only one word. “Down.”

  April slid to her knees, wrapped her hand around Jeremy’s cock, and sucked him into her mouth. Marc’s tone, his actions—every damn thing about his dominant side—just melted her into a pile of submissive, horny goo. She felt him brace her, his legs cradling her back. Secure. Protected. If these were ancient times, these men would guard her very life with all they had.

  Ancient times? They do that now.

  She gave. She suckled, she licked, and with her hands, she pumped and cupped. Jeremy’s moan changed. She felt Marc leaning forward. They’re kissing. So many things about being with her lovers turned her on, but nothing as much as knowing they felt free enough with her to give and take love to and from each other.

  The sound of a wet release, lips unlocking, punctuated their heavy breathing. “I’m close, sweetheart,” Jeremy said. His voice sounded husky, on edge. She sucked a bit harder for just a moment then uplifted her eyes to him.

  Jeremy’s gaze reflected his passion and his determination. “I want to come in your cunt, April.”

  “Yes, please.”

  She didn’t get the chance to stand up. Marc picked her up, and as soon as Jeremy stretched out in the middle of their mattress, he set her on the bed. Wasting no time, April crawled over to Jeremy and straddled him.

  “I love this moment, when my cock brushes your slit and I feel how wet you are. And that, can you feel the way your labia fairly curled around my cock?”

  “Oh, yes.” She felt the way her pussy lips hugged him. Her entire body craved every touch, every penetration, everything her lovers offered, and every single thing they were. “I need you, Jeremy.”

  “Impale yourself on me, woman. Fuck me.”

  “Yes, Jeremy.”

  Her left hand balanced her while her right reached for his cock. Lifting slightly, she centered him and then slowly lowered herself until she was resting on his hips with his cock buried deep inside her body.

  “Oh, Jeremy, you feel so good…” April couldn’t keep talking. She needed to savor this, to ride her lover’s cock, to pleasure them both.

  “Your dick has left our woman speechless,” Marc said. “I know how that feels.”

  She hadn’t even felt him get on the bed, but he tented her, kissed her shoulder, and ran his hand down her back.

  “Lay your head on his chest, baby, so I can fuck your ass.”

  Here, in these moments, they became raw, basic, and feral. Here, when they were naked and together, their deepest cravings and pleasures could be met with no shame and with total dignity and complete abandon.

  They were lovers and loved, about to be joined physically as they’d already become joined emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

  Love lived here, and love was pure.

  April bent forward, laid her head on Jeremy, offering her ass to Marc. Jeremy’s hands bracketed her hips, holding her as he took over fucking her.

  Marc spread lube over her anus. The silky slide as he let his fingers brush her still warm ass felt good, sending electric tingles from her anus to her nipples and her clit.

  “She’s even wetter now, love,” Jeremy said.

  Marc grunted, and April heard the sound of a condom being slid into place, followed by a slick sound of lubricant spread on latex.

  Marc’s fingers rubbed back and forth over her anus then pressed in, opening her rosette. The pressure of penetration burned, but it was such a lovely, hot burn, different from the exterior burn of the spanking he’d given her, but just as arousing. Heat moved throughout her body, and the sizzle of near climax snapped over every inch of her flesh.

  Marc fucked her ass with his fingers, stretching her. She pushed back just a little because it felt as if her clit was twitching, begging for more. All her erogenous zones were connected, and April whimpered with the need to come.

  “Hold still.” Deep, decisive, and dominant, Marc’s voice compelled her to obey when it was the last thing she wanted to do. Jeremy chuckled, a sound that came to her from the natural echo chamber of his chest.

  “She’s actually vibrating, lover, she wants you that much.”

  “I know.” Marc pulled his fingers out. She heard a sound, realized he was wiping his hands on the small towel he’d brought from the bathroom, and almost screamed, I don’t care, just do it. Only a seed of logic, of understanding how much her submission and obedience meant to him kept her silent.

  Jeremy squeezed her waist and thrust his cock inside her hard once, twice, again. She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, and his hum of approval as she squeezed him drew her tension away from waiting for…

  Marc moved in behind her and set his cock against her anus. “Ours.” He pressed into her, slow and steady, and April felt herself open, felt the burn morph to pain, sharp and acute and sexy as hell.

  “Ours,” Jeremy said. He held her tight and thrust into her, just as the pressure from Marc’s cock was reaching the critical point.

  She imagined Jeremy could feel their lover’s progress in her ass tightening her tunnel surrounding him. Marc continued to penetrate, and April took a deep breath in through her nose and expelled it through her mouth. There wasn’t anything about this pain she didn’t immediately love. Then Marc’s cockhead breached her sphincter, and he moved in so deep his balls caressed the bottom of her slit.

  “Yours.” She was theirs, and they were hers, and in that moment, that was the only fact in life that mattered.

  “I can feel you both,” Jeremy said. “I don’t know how long…”

  “Tell me about it. It’s like I’m fucking you both at the same time.” Marc’s head rested on her back, and his deep breaths bathed her skin. She fought for control, too, needing desperately to move. She didn’t think. She simply begged.

  “Sir? Please…I need to…”

  Marc kissed her shoulder. “You need to move? I think that makes all three of us. Okay, then, let’s do it. Carefully, baby. We could damage you very badly.”

  “Only if you leave me. Only if you stop loving me.”

  “Never.” The denial in stereo soothed. Better was Marc’s grunt as he began to thrust inside her, as Jeremy coordinated his pushes with their lover’s. A volcanic-style eruption began to build within her as they fucked her and as she gave in to the desperate drive within to fuck them right back. The rhythm came, down and in, up and out, friction creating a high energy charge that overloaded thought and logic and drilled down to the most basic, primitive instincts lurking in her soul.

  This careful ballet lost all semblance of civilized movement as they took and they gave. She felt hard, hot flesh moving inside her, plundering plea
sure, and April seized every drop of it. Over and over she worked her inner muscles, every squeeze sending her higher and higher. Finally, she lost it, any resemblance of control as her body demanded, and a fierce, hungry desperate clawing that took over.

  “Yes, yes, yes! Oh…” April shattered, a rending of emotion and sensation that she would have sworn obliterated the very laws of nature, too. Tremor after rapturous tremor flooded her body with such bliss, such joy, that she couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe, she could only feel.

  The shouts of her men and the pulsing of their cocks showed her they were together as one, flying and soaring and drowning in such ecstasy. It changed everything she’d ever known before them to nothing.

  Drenched in sweat, her heart pounding fiercely, April collapsed on Jeremy. She didn’t move or open her eyes. This was good. Right here as the shivers of climax slowly faded, this was perfect. She’d lie here for the next decade or so. No problem.

  “We’re gonna kill each other,” Marc said.

  “’K.” April sighed and floated. Maybe we already have. Maybe my ears aren’t ringing. Maybe it’s the angels singing or something.

  “The angels are definitely singing,” Jeremy said.

  She hadn’t realized she’d said that aloud. Somehow, she couldn’t get too worked up over it.

  Marc kissed her shoulder. “You stay put, baby. I’ll be right back to take care of you.”

  April’s reaction was to sigh in response to his sweet words and then again when he eased out of her and left the bed.

  “He’s wobbly.” Jeremy said that, not quite sotto voce.

  “You likely would be, too, lover.” Marc’s voice from the bathroom told her his hearing was excellent.

  “You’ve both got me beat. I can’t even move.”