Karen’s head was spinning, she couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her but no way did she want it to stop. Rob under her, Conn behind her and Wendy beside them watching was the most erotic experience she’d ever had. She was so far gone she could barely process it. All she wanted was to feel. Feel! Everything.
Karen nodded and forced her muscles to calm. When she felt Conn settle behind her, his thighs under hers, supporting, and his cock press into her ass Karen let herself be taken over.
“Shh, relax.” Conn gripped her hip with a hand.
Karen nodded and let herself plummet into a world of immeasurable ecstasy. She collapsed on Rob, clinging to him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and Conn’s arms slid between hers and Rob’s chest. One hand snaked lower to play with her clit, and the other caught a breast, squeezing her nipple between his fingers.
“Ohh.” She had no words for the rapture boiling inside her.
“Come for us, baby. I want to see you cream all over the boys’ cocks.” Wendy’s voice penetrated her muffled hearing and sounded as if she were a million miles away. But her words sent Karen careening.
Combined with the utterly full sensation and frisson of being fucked by two guys at the same time, her orgasm hovered on the misty edge of awareness. Tempting and teasing her with tremors flaring in her belly and rippling along her flesh, causing goose bumps to rise in their wake. She moaned and rocked her hips, wanting their cocks deep and hard.
Karen’s eyes fluttered open, her vision a blur as she rode the men, every muscle quivering. Hot wetness rushed from her, slicking Rob’s cock and soaking her thighs. Karen groaned deep in her throat, a primitive sound, as a flutter of something oh-so-sweet began deep inside her. Not in her pussy, filled by Rob, but with every strong thrust Conn made into her ass. He matched each drive with a flick on her clit and rolled her nipple between his fingers.
A bloom of undeniable delight pulsated in ripples along her ass cheeks and up her back in an orgasm that body-rocked her. Conn ground into her and he grunted as he came, his cock throbbing rhythmically inside her. He caught his breath and pulled out. The brief sense of loss that filled her was quickly forgotten when Rob flipped her onto her back.
She lay under him now with him cradled between her thighs. It all happened so quickly, Karen hardly knew she was beneath him. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the blazing desire reflecting in them, and realized how difficult it must have been for him to hold back for her.
“It’s your turn now.” She lifted her head and caught his lips, their tongues finding each other. Their breath mingling and making breathing impossible. The need to gasp for air broke them apart. Rob reared back and grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto his thighs. She lay sprawled before him as he drove into her.
“Fuck me, Rob. I’m here for you. Don’t hold back. I feel you so deep inside me and I love it!” Karen cried out. It seemed to spark him into a fervor and Rob increased his pace. Veins bulged on his neck and forehead. His muscles bunched as if he were about to compete in a body-building event. He was the most wonderful image of male perfection she had ever seen.
His eyes opened and their gazes met until he dropped it to where his cock pounded in and out of her pussy. She watched him watch their fucking. It thrilled her to see his intensity.
Moans and cries of passion caught her attention and Karen turned her head. Conn and Wendy were fucking beside them and there were a few people watching them from the doorway.
Karen embraced the moment. She didn’t care if they were being watched. She was lost in her body, with Rob fucking her mindless. He grabbed one of her breasts and kneaded it, sending quivers of delight straight to her clit. Karen slipped her hand down her belly and found the hard nub, rolling her fingers on it, bringing her closer to another earth-rocking climax.
The slap of their bodies heightened everything, the slip of his cock deliciously deep to almost withdrawing was driving her crazy. But she rode the storm, waiting for the light that would surely burst her world into blinding whiteness. And it did, before carrying her down into a black abyss of keening delight.
Rob growled his release, his pulsing, throbbing cock swelled inside her. Stretching her wide. Karen worked her hand furiously on her clit as he drove deep into her and stayed there. She came apart before him. Her arms flung wide, grasping at the towel her hand found.
Convulsions pulled her belly into a humming tightness, an altered state of bliss, until it slowly dissipated like mist. Light filtered back to her once-darkened eyelids and Rob fell on her. His weight pinning her below him. She didn’t mind and wrapped her arms around his powerful back, her legs falling to the bed.
Slowly sound came back and the thumping music of the DJ downstairs became louder as she got her bearings. Wendy and Conn must have finished and disappeared. Karen didn’t even notice them leaving. She glanced at the doorway. It was empty, their audience obviously moved off to find more visual stimulation. Or to find their own physical pleasure.
Rob lay on her as if he were dead. She turned her face and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. His eyes opened. He turned his head to her and smiled. Karen returned it.
“Amazing,” he murmured against her lips.
“I know.”
They were quiet for a few moments before Rob spoke. “Glad you wore those kick-ass shoes.”
Karen burst out laughing. “Oh, you mean my sensible pumps?”
“Yep, them.” He sighed. “I was right.”
“About what?”
“That you needed unleashing.”
“I’m glad you figured that out from a pair of black shoes.”
“So am I.”
About Cristal Ryder
An expressionist through words and art from a young age, Cristal read her first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to passion and romance that fuelled a craving to read anything she could get her hands on. Reading long into the night until her father shouted for her to turn off the light.
Cristal wrote her first story at fifteen and spent many hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school. Now, ready to experience all life has to offer, Cristal tempts her readers and takes them on journeys of passion to vivid locations with squirm-in-your-seat plots. The combination of artistic talent with her gift for the written word helps Cristal bring to life the characters and stories she weaves.
Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom of two college-aged sons and, yes, they do fly home after their initial excitement of leaving the nest! Along with her writing, Cristal works full time in the law enforcement field, loves horses, the outdoors and will jet off at any given opportunity to see the world. Cristal is multi-published and excited to be an Ellora’s Cave author.
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