Something New

by Cameron Dane

  Dear God.

  Abby bit her lip and tried not to scream. But oh, Holy Mother, she had never had a man’s hands on her quite like this before.

  Correction. Two men’s.

  Jesus God, Rodrigo slid those long fingers of his along her slit, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, splitting her open the slightest bit with each pass to torment the entrance to her sex. And Braden, damn, he rubbed two digits in a circle pattern over the hood protecting her clit, sparking hints of shivery sensation into her belly and giving Abby a prelude to the deeper pleasure that would soon come.

  Forget a buildup or foreplay. Abby’s pussy already throbbed terribly, aching for release. She rolled her hips, reaching for a more complete handling from these two men. She hadn’t had a man’s hands on her in years, she hadn’t slept a full night in two weeks, and emotionally, she’d never stepped so far out on a ledge with another human being than she had with Rodrigo and Braden last night. Calling them, admitting to the nightmares, confessing to her inability to sleep, and then letting them comfort her by sharing a bed exposed raw places inside Abby she had never allowed to see the light of day. The night of firsts had opened a place that once breached now flooded out of her in a torrent. It felt like razor-sharp claws scratched at her skin from the inside, and she needed nothing more than these two men to own her right now and take her to a place where she could explode.

  “Rodrigo.” Abby reached down and grabbed his hip. “Braden.” She latched on to him too. “Don’t play. Make me come.” She dug her fingers into their hard flesh, wishing she could tear into them with the same animal rawness she felt inside herself right now. “Please.”

  In an instant, Braden seared himself to Abby’s front, and Rodrigo rode her back, sandwiching her in an inferno of body heat from which she didn’t care if she got burned. Braden buried his face against her throat, and Rodrigo grazed her shoulder with his teeth and tucked into her nape. As the first licks of tongues branded Abby’s skin, drawing a fast gasp from her, Rodrigo yanked her thigh back over his flank, spreading her open below.

  Cool air whispered over the slick moisture covering Abby’s pussy, inducing another tremor. Before a second brush of chill could touch her exposed sex, Rodrigo and Braden took her over with their fingers—Jesus, their entire hands—driving away even the slightest brush of cold.

  Oh, oh God.

  Abby bit her lip as everything inside her wound into a tighter coil. “God…God, yes.” She bucked and cried out as Rodrigo drove two long fingers into her shivering channel, taking, deeper and deeper until he could go no more. With one twist of his digits, he seemed to touch her everywhere inside with just the right amount of pressure. Just as fast, he withdrew his penetration and sank in again, fucking her with his hand.

  While Rodrigo yanked bone-shivering pleasure out of her cunt, Braden rubbed a deep, massaging figure eight into the top of her crease, right over her protected clit. Each infinity sign he made revealed her aching bead for a split second and then covered it back up, killing Abby with the glancing contact.

  Blood rushed straight to Abby’s cunt and clit, and she could not stay still. She shuttled her hips to and fro, struggling to get more from each man’s magical touch. Rodrigo rumbled a rough noise into her nape. He teased his fingers along the swollen folds of her sex, moving all the way up to tangle with Braden at her clit before reversing direction and rimming her asshole, shocking a jolt and a gasping yes out of Abby, along with a clenching in her rectum.

  Another pleased growl escaped Rodrigo, the noise vibrating through him and into her shoulder and neck. “So fucking amazing,” he murmured. He bit her shoulder and thrust his fingers back into her pussy, all the way to the hilt, taking her again.

  Hardly able to withstand the things Rodrigo did to her, Abby still wantonly begged Braden to make her come too. The man uttered a gruff curse and tore Abby’s nightdress down in the front, trapping her arms in the straps and exposing her breasts. Dusky-colored nipples already twisted into tight pebbles contracted to become even stiffer under Braden’s open stare.

  Abby couldn’t see Rodrigo’s eyes, but he whispered roughly, “Jesus Christ, that’s pretty,” and shoved himself more completely against her back. He ground his erection into her spine, and she could feel his rigid shape clearly through his sweats.

  “Fucking stunning,” Braden said, still locked on her breasts too. The cool fire in his eyes ignited; he dipped down and flicked the crest of her tit with his tongue, then swirled it all around the dusky area, anointing Abby’s nipple with his saliva. He coated her flesh with the sheen of his spit, first one breast, then the other; he did it so deliberately, so carefully, that Abby sucked in continuous shallow breaths in anticipation of the next lick that maybe, maybe would engulf her whole and make her scream.

  Goose bumps popped up all along Abby’s arms, and knifing lines of pleasure shot up from her core to her nipples, twisting them even tighter. “Braden…” She tunneled her hands into her hair and pulled, desperate to disperse the knotted concentration of joy Braden pulled out of her breasts, even if doing so caused pain somewhere else. Her chest heaved with each breath she dragged in. Every time she did, her nipples grazed Braden’s jaw, and his stubble abraded the area with delicious torture.

  Rodrigo chose right then to ease another finger into her cunt, pushing up through her squeezing walls until he had it lodged as deeply as the other two. He pumped the triple penetration, Braden swirled his tongue around her breast, and Abby gritted her teeth through the double dose of foreplay.

  “Please.” Her sheath filled with slick wetness and pulsated all around Rodrigo’s fingers. “You’re both killing me.”

  His mouth less than an inch away from Abby’s breast, Braden glanced up, held her gaze to his for a moment, and then looked over her shoulder. “Take her over, Rigo.” He withdrew his hand from between her legs. “Give her what she needs to come.”

  With that, Braden opened his mouth wide and went down on one of Abby’s breasts, suckling her voraciously, as he had not done before. He pulled on her with incredible drag, bringing the tip of her smallish tit to the back of his throat. He closed his now-free hand around her other breast, kneading the flesh he denied the heaven of his mouth and tongue.

  During the time Braden sucked every nerve ending in her nipple to the surface of her skin, Rodrigo pulled his fingers out of her channel and reversed direction. He went at her cunt from the front, fully unearthing her clit for an all-out attack. Three fingers whipped over and around the small blood-filled button, driving her nuts. Abby carelessly spread her thighs wider, silently begging for more, anything. Rodrigo accommodated, dipped his digits down, and pushed deep and fast into her slit. He pumped enough times to send her pussy into a fluttering frenzy and then went back to her clit again. Rodrigo didn’t let up, and he wasn’t gentle in the slightest, which was good, because Abby didn’t want sensitive or malleable in a partner right now. She wanted these men to fling her right out of her skin.

  Braden chose that moment to bite at the very tip of her nipple, rocking a shock wave through Abby and making her breast hurt so fucking good. He nipped a second time, radiating the sweetest, sharpest pleasure from her chest to her core. After one more graze of his teeth, Braden licked his way down the slope of her breast and kissed his way across the valley to the other side. He brushed his hard lips back and forth across the crest of her breast, withholding that wonderful warm, wet suction she so desperately wanted. Then, as if they’d timed it, Rodrigo knifed one long finger into her cunt just as Braden parted his lips and drew Abby’s neglected breast into his mouth.

  Both men brought on a full-out assault, and Abby went up in flames. Each suckle or nip Braden delivered to her breast, and every rub Rodrigo sent across her clit, followed by a fucking motion with that narrow, deep penetration of his single, incredible finger, dragged Abby closer and closer to the abyss.

  “Yes…yes.” Her voice high and tight, she whimpered and writhed between the two men, reveling in
their size and heat and the things they were doing to her body. She hardly felt like she could breathe and didn’t care if she died of asphyxiation. “Rodrigo.” She reached back and latched on to his corded forearm. “Braden.” She dug her other hand into Braden’s dark hair, holding him to her breast. “Fuck me.” Fingers tapped her clit and filled her channel at the same time, and teeth bit her nipple again. Each man gave Abby everything she needed and more.

  So fucking good.

  Out of control, Abby pulled Braden’s hair and scratched Rodrigo’s arm as everything in her tightened inexplicably and then sent pulsating jets of pure joy to every corner of her being. “Oh, oh…” She jerked and bucked between Rodrigo and Braden as her sex contracted again and again and again around Rodrigo’s buried finger, clutching him inside her pussy. “It’s happening. I’m coming. Oh God.” She started to shake all over. “There, there, there.”

  No more actual words escaped Abby for the next handful of heartbeats, just a series of moans and cries as Rodrigo and Braden kept at her, ripping the longest, most shattering orgasm from Abby she’d ever experienced. It seemed she convulsed forever, and her breasts and cunt had never been more sensitive to a person’s touch, yet Abby kept rubbing herself back and forth against these two men, riding the delicious ebbing waves.

  Rodrigo suddenly let out a low, guttural noise and shoved his cock into her lower back. “Shit, shit.” He sounded in agony as he scraped his teeth up Abby’s neck and tucked his face against her temple. “I need to shoot.”

  Dear God. Yes. Please.

  Abby rolled her shoulders flat, whipped her head around, and found eyes black as pitch already locked in on her. “Let me feel it.” With one flare of Rodrigo’s pupils, Abby shoved her hand between them and pushed Rodrigo’s sweatpants down in the front, springing his dark, glorious cock free. Holy Mother, he could scorch a person’s skin with the heat it generated. “Come on me.” The order erupted from a place within Abby she’d never tapped before, but it came out as naturally as breathing when looking into Rodrigo’s eyes. She could also feel Braden’s prick—granite hard and slick with precum—against her hip. She shifted back to him, finding his jasper green gaze deepening to moss as he shifted his glance between her and Rodrigo.

  “You too,” she told Braden, her tone going husky as he pulled his thick length from his underwear and put the tip against her belly. “Please.” One shift of her hips put Abby on her back with Rodrigo’s and Braden’s cocks poised on either side of her waist. “Let me feel you lose it. Both of you.” Just by thinking and speaking of this newfound desire, Abby felt her pussy pulsate and produce more lubricant. “Come on my stomach.”

  She reached down and grazed the pads of her thumbs across each man’s slit, smearing pearls of early ejaculate around the heads. Both men gasped and jerked, and it was as if Abby had flipped the switch that got the electricity humming in their bodies again. Almost mirrors of each other, Rodrigo and Braden rose halfway up, braced themselves on one hand, wrapped the others around their cocks, and started jerking off in long, even drags. Braden’s face went stark, all sharp edges, as he pulled on his dick, rapidly increasing the speed of his strokes to a pace that very likely put him in a place of pain. Rodrigo matched Braden tug for tug. He rocked his hips and moaned low in his throat each time he reached down to pull on his balls, mixing in a move that Braden quickly added to his own.

  Dark eyes and a pale gaze moved back and forth between Abby, to each other, and then back to Abby, holding on her. Arousal had never stayed with Abby so long after climax, but what these men did in front of each other without freaking out kept her blood rushing and her skin buzzing with zest and life. Feeling close to coming again, Abby rubbed her hands over her abdomen and deliberately brushed her knuckles against the undersides of Rodrigo’s and Braden’s erections. Both men jolted again and started whipping their hands up and down their shafts even faster, which only added flint to the fire inside Abby. With her hips moving anew, Abby scratched her fingernails up her torso to her breasts, leaving red streaks in her pale skin. She scraped the lightest abrasion around the areola but stayed away from touching her too-big, mauvy nipples.

  Braden growled and rose up to his knees, double handing his cock. “Do it.” He stared down at Abby, his teeth bared and looking fierce as he jerked himself off with fast drags. “Pinch your tits hard enough to make yourself scream.”

  “Fucking let me see you play with yourself,” Rodrigo ordered as he pulled hard on his stiff prick. So far gone sexually, he sounded almost cruel, although Abby knew he was anything but. “I need to come.”

  In this moment, Abby didn’t care what might happen in an hour or day with these men. Only satisfying their current needs existed in her mind. “Yes.” Watching the raw display of desire in Rodrigo and Braden, Abby covered her breast with one hand and delved between her spread legs with the other. She squeezed her nipple, tugged hard on the tip, and at the same time whipped her fingertips over her exposed clit. “Yes.” The invisible string of pleasure pulled hard between the two places Abby touched, and she rolled her hips on the twist of sheets beneath her. “So good.”

  Both men uttered the same in rough tones, and their faces pulled into harsh lines. Suddenly, Braden threw his head back and roared. Rodrigo cursed in Spanish, staring at his hand moving over his dick with piston-fast speed. Orgasm hit them both, with Rodrigo coming a heartbeat before Braden. Rodrigo unloaded straight down on Abby’s stomach, spitting lines of thick, milky cum that pooled in the dip of her belly. Braden held his cock and shot ejaculate into the air, where it then rained down in splashes, dotting Abby’s stomach, breasts, and arm. It even dotted Rodrigo’s penis and hand, which jerked the man’s dark gaze up to Braden’s light one. Then, seemingly out of Rodrigo’s control, he shuddered and came again.

  As Abby stared at Rodrigo and Braden squaring off, riveted to each other’s gaze, a tremor racked through her core. It was an enormous wave of acute pleasure that went deeper than an orgasm; it felt like it went all the way inside her and settled into her very soul.

  It’s not about choosing one. The truth of why Abby had felt so torn between these men—to the point of feeling paralyzed by her desire for each of them at times—finally hit her. It’s supposed to be both of them.

  Holy Mother.

  She could hardly handle herself on a daily basis. How in the hell was she supposed to bring two men into her life?

  And deal with the nightmares too? The presence of these men had only put them off for one morning. The dreams would be back tonight. She could still feel the discomforting wiggle of them living in her brain.

  All she’d done by inviting Rodrigo and Braden over, and then engaging in this carnal display, was open up a whole new can of worms.

  One Abby feared she would not simply be able to close back up or contain now.

  You’re in a whole new world of trouble, girl.

  “Damn.”

  Chapter Four

  “Damn.”

  Abby’s utterance rang in Braden’s head. Rather than raise the hairs on the back of his neck, it made him work like the devil to suppress a grin. He liked this woman all worked up, even if it was potentially in anger directed at him. And no matter what might come out of her mouth next, she had goddamn wanted—no, craved—what they’d done together. Braden knew it.

  As for the stunned man kneeling across from him, Braden would take the fact that Rodrigo hadn’t sent his fist flying at Braden’s jaw as a good sign. After all, Braden’s cum had landed on the guy’s cock. Christ, he could still see the shiny beads dotting the length. Braden had to figure that would freak the hell out of most hard-core heterosexual men. As he stared, Braden reevaluated his assumption from just last night. Rodrigo might be closer to accepting a ménage relationship that included another man than he had previously assessed.

  Right then, Rodrigo scrambled to shove his prick back into his sweats, and Braden decided confronting the sexy Colombian could wait a day or two.

  Bett
er to tackle someone already familiar with her attraction to men.

  Letting his gaze travel up Abby’s body, Braden openly admired her, not stopping until he made eye contact. “Well”—he flashed her a wry smile—“I was hoping more for a damn that translated to ‘that was fucking amazing and when can we do it again’ than damn as in ‘the shit just hit the fan and what am I going to do to get these two assholes out of my bed as quickly as possible?’”

  Rather than moving to cover herself, Abby pitted an unblinking stare against Braden’s and somehow managed to stir a pleasant reaction from his recently sated cock.

  “Got all that from one word, huh?” she asked, raising a brow.

  “Honey,” Braden shared, in between chuckling, “you often put a whole essay’s worth of thoughts into one succinctly spit-out comment.”

  Rodrigo snorted, and Braden and Abby whipped their heads around to put their full attention on him.

  “What?” Rodrigo’s stare narrowed. “I didn’t say anything.”

  Abby made an inelegant noise. “Apparently you’re attempting to prove you can convey even more than I can without using words at all.” She checked Rodrigo out so completely, so aggressively, that Braden almost went to full staff just as a bystander. “Forget that noise of pure agreement you just made, Santiago. Let’s talk about when you’re rubbing up against another person, how you growl and moan and rumble and make all kinds of declarative noises. You were telegraphing all kinds of things just a few minutes ago, and I read you like you had paragraphs stamped all over your body.”

  “Hey.” The word burst like a bullet out of Rodrigo, and he pointed his finger just as fast. He shot out of bed and snatched his shirt off the floor. “I don’t make anything more than the normal male sounds during sex.”

  “Yeah, right,” Abby said, her tone bone-dry. “And I’m the pope.”

  Pausing in the act of donning his T-shirt, Rodrigo replied, “You are Catholic, and you do like to wear those long billowy coat things that could be mistaken for papal robes.”