by Becca Van
Clay began to pump his hand up and down his length and before she even thought about what she was doing, she was walking toward him. All thoughts of being exposed and her own nakedness flew out the window. She stopped when she was within touching distance and reached out to touch his chest. His hand stopped moving on his cock and he released it, dropping his arms back to his sides.
“You’re both so muscular,” Misha whispered as her fingers lightly caressed over his pecs, down his torso, before dipping into and smoothing over each delineated striation beneath that warm skin.
“You like our muscles, sweetheart?” Spence asked as he came up behind her.
She glanced over her shoulder and nodded before turning back to watch her fingers moving over Clay’s body. When she realized that Spence had to be naked, too, she stepped to the side and eyed his brawny body.
Misha couldn’t believe that two such handsome, sexy, muscular men wanted to be with her, but she wasn’t about to question her good fortune. For all she knew, these two men could end up holding her heart in their hands.
“Are you on the pill, baby?” Clay asked as he snagged an arm around her waist and pulled her up against his hot body.
Misha nodded and sighed as the heat from his large frame seeped into her cool naked skin.
Spence pressed his front to her back and whispered in her ear, “We’re clean, honey. We had blood tests six months ago and haven’t been with anyone for a year.”
Misha looked up at Clay to find him nodding and there was sincerity in his eyes. “But if you want us to use a condom, baby, we will. The choice is yours.”
Misha thought about that for a moment and shook her head. She’d heard that although condoms were great to prevent an unwanted pregnancy and against diseases, sometimes they could be uncomfortable depending on what sort they were and how wet the woman was. She didn’t want her first time with Clay and Spence to be hampered by being uncomfortable, or feeling any pain even if it was only minimal. However, since she was so wet, she didn’t think she would feel any discomfort, but the need to have them skin to skin was a craving she couldn’t ignore.
“No,” she managed to get out around a constricted throat and when she saw disappointment in Clay’s eyes, she realized that he’d misunderstood her, so she quickly clarified. “No, I don’t want you to wear a condom.”
Clay’s sigh of relief was loud and his gaze changed to an intensity that had her heart stuttering in her chest and her breathing escalating once more.
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. This time he didn’t take, he coaxed, starting off slow as if he was worried he’d frighten her off, but that was so far from the truth it was almost laughable. She turned into his body, went up on tiptoes, and leaned into him as she looped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth wider, hoping he’d take the hint and deepen the kiss. When he didn’t give her what she wanted, she decided that it was time for her to take control. She arched her back and rubbed her breasts against his chest at the same time as she licked into his mouth.
He groaned, tightened his warm, muscular arms around her waist, and lifted her up against his body. She moaned as their slightly sweat dampened skin slid against each other’s bodies and she tightened her arms around his neck as she hooked her legs around his waist. Clay slanted his mouth over hers, his free hand going down to her ass and cupping first one butt cheek and then the other, before caressing his way up her back.
She loved his taste, his masculinity, and his passion. His hunger for her brought out a need in her so great, she was once more trembling with arousal. She whimpered when Clay thrust his hips forward, his stomach rubbing over her wet folds and pressing against her engorged clit.
Her world spun out of control for a moment when Clay moved but she didn’t care, just kept her eyes closed and went right on kissing him. She gasped when her back connected with the cool cotton sheet on the bed and he twirled his tongue around hers just before he swept it all around her mouth. She groaned with disappointment when he released her lips and inhaled breath after breath, trying to get her rapid breathing to slow, but when she met his hungry, dark blue eyes, she knew her efforts were futile.
Clay removed his arm from under her back and braced his weight on his hands on either side of her head. When she eyed over his body, she stopped breathing when she saw he was also up on his knees, his long thick cock was pointing toward her pussy, and she actually saw it pulsing and bobbing, as if it was a tuning fork and knew exactly where it was supposed to be.
She glanced to the side when the mattress dipped beside her and perused Spence’s sexy, naked body. He smiled and winked at her playfully as if he was trying to downplay the sexual intensity in the room, but the hunger in his green eyes gave him away.
Misha moved her gaze back to Clay’s when he shifted so his big, brawny thighs were between hers. She spread her limbs wider to accommodate his size and hoped the heat in her face wouldn’t be obvious to them. She hoped they thought the flush in her cheeks was due to her desire. She should have known better.
“Don’t be embarrassed with us, honey.” Spence stroked a finger down her throat. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is abso-fucking-lutely perfect.”
Misha snorted and shook her head.
Spence lifted up onto his elbow, resting his head in his hand, and reached over with his free hand and combed his fingers into her hair, holding her firmly so she couldn’t look away.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re perfect, sweetheart. We do.”
Misha smiled as warmth filled her heart. No one other than her parents had ever said such nice things to her before. Tears stung the back of her eyes and she lowered her lashes to shield her emotional state.
“Look at me, baby,” Clay demanded.
Luckily, she’d been able to control herself and the tears had receded before they had a chance to form. She met Clay’s gaze just as he caressed a finger up and down her pussy. She moaned as the tip of his finger lightly swirled around her clit without actually touching it. Her hips bowed up from the bed and she gasped as that finger slid down her drenched labia before dipping into her creamy well.
“So fucking wet,” Clay rasped as he shifted once more. “I can’t wait anymore.”
Misha held her breath when Clay grasped the base of his hard cock and aligned it with her needy cunt. She exhaled on a moan as he pushed the tip of his dick into her pussy. Her tissues stretched to accommodate the broad head, but there was no pain because she was dripping with juices. Her sheath clenched reflexively, and as soon as her muscles released again, Clay pressed in further.
She kept her gaze locked with his as he slowly but surely worked his hard cock into her cunt. She’d thought having his fingers moving in and out of her had been amazing but that had been nothing compared to having a cock in her pussy. Nerves fired up as the bulbous crown caressed them as he slid in and out of her vagina.
Clay’s eyes were filled with blazing intent, and although she wanted to close her eyes, she didn’t want to look away. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face and his jaw was clenched tight. By the time his pelvis connected with hers, Misha’s body was one big, massive lustful ache.
“You okay, Misha?” Spence asked.
She glanced his way and nodded. His head was next to hers on the pillow and she’d been so focused on Clay she hadn’t even been aware of it. Spence lifted his head, shoved an arm under her head and neck, and cupped her chin. His mouth slammed down on hers just as Clay began to withdraw from her cunt. She moaned and groaned as he pressed back in, kissing Spence back as rapaciously as he was kissing her.
Her pussy muscles clenched right before she heard Clay growl and then he was driving his hard dick in and out of her pussy, hard, fast, and deep.
Misha writhed as liquid heat formed in her cunt before spreading to her womb and to every single cell in her body. She sucked in air when Spence broke the kiss and then whimpered with delight as he cupped a breast and sucke
d the nipple into his mouth.
The tension in her muscles grew so taut she was worried she would end up getting a cramp, but that thought quickly fled when the fire coursing through her body seemed to coalesce in her lower belly, womb, and pussy until she could feel her liquid arousal dripping from her.
Clay’s cock was shuttling in and out of her pussy, faster and faster, the head going so deep she was sure it would come out her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed and she groaned as he shoved forward again. They lifted quickly again when Spence released her nipple from his mouth with a resounding pop and he rolled away from her. She was about to demand that he come back, but didn’t get the chance. Clay blanketed her body with his, one of his arms sliding beneath her shoulders and the other beneath her hips. His big, manly hand squeezed over both her ass cheeks and he lifted her pelvis up slightly as he continued to make love to her. This time when their hips slapped together, his pubis pressed against her clit, making her moan.
Misha hooked her legs around his upper thighs and her arms around his neck, and held on tight as their lovemaking got even wilder. Rasping breaths sawed in and out of her lungs, making more noise than she’d thought she’d ever make, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered except climbing up that steep slope toward the stars.
Clay licked and sucked at the skin at the crook of her shoulder and neck and scraped his teeth down the tendon, driving her wild. The pressure inside of her grew bigger and bigger, the coil growing so taut she thought she was about to snap. And then snap she did.
Misha’s head tilted back, her mouth gaped open, and the air in her lungs froze for a second or two. And then she was screaming. The soft scream coming from between her parted lips sounded loud to her own ears, but that was quickly drowned out by the sound of her blood rushing through her ears as she climaxed.
Her whole body quaked and quivered, her pussy clamped down and released, over and over. Stars burst in front of her eyes and she clung to Clay in a maelstrom of rapture.
The contractions in her womb and cunt caused the muscles in her belly to jump and quiver. Just as the intense nirvana began to lessen, Clay shoved in deep and, with a loud groan, came. His cock pulsed and twitched inside her, sending her back up into another paroxysm of bliss.
Flashes of white blinded her but she didn’t need her eyes because she was too busy feeling. Warmth jetted deep into her pussy and womb as Clay shot load after load of cum into her body.
Finally, the contractions began to wane and the tension in her muscles seeped away, leaving her as weak as a newborn babe. Her racing heart and rapid breaths began to slow until finally she was able to fill her lungs with air. Her arms and legs dropped away from Clay’s body, too weak to remain wrapped around him, and she sank back into the mattress. Her body felt as if it was floating on air, so replete from such a carnally erotic experience she was in danger of falling asleep.
Her eyes fluttered open when Clay placed a light kiss on her lips and he smiled down at her.
“You all right, baby?” His voice sounder hoarse and deeper than normal.
“Yeah.” She sighed and blinked when she felt tears burn behind her eyes again. Her heart was so full of joy and warmth she was sure it was about to burst. Misha had never felt so emotionally connected to another human being in her life other than Janice, and she liked it. A lot.
She knew then and there that she wasn’t in danger of falling in love with Clay and Spence, it had already happened. She was so in love with them she didn’t want to ever be away from them, but this relationship was too new, and they still had so much to learn about each other. Plus, she had her career and she wasn’t about to give that up for anyone. Not even the men who had managed to work their way into her heart.
“That was amazing.” Clay rolled them over to their sides.
Misha cupped his cheek, loving the sensation of his slight stubble tickling her hand. “Yes, it was.” She traced a finger over his bottom lip before caressing down to the indent in the middle of his chin. “Is it always like that?”
“No, not even close. I’ve never felt anything so intense in my life.” Clay kissed the tip of her finger and then her lips. “You’re one special lady, Misha Collette.”
“Thank you for saying so, but I’m just an ordinary woman.”
“Not to us you aren’t.”
Misha smiled, happy and content but in the back of her mind was the fear that something would happen to ruin everything.
She just prayed that she was wrong.
Chapter Eleven
It was difficult for Spence to let Clay and Misha have their moment after making love. He wanted to lift her into his arms and ravage her until he had her screaming, but he bided his time impatiently and hoped that Misha would want to make love to him, too. She’d been a virgin and he was a little concerned that she was going to be sore. Clay had lost all control in the end and taken her hard, and though Misha had been with his friend every step of the way, she had to be tender.
Clay removed his arms from around Misha and rolled toward the side of the bed before heading into the adjoining bathroom. Misha pushed her hair away from her face and glanced toward him.
“What are you doing over there?”
Spence rose from the sofa he’d been sitting on and walked toward the bed. “I was just giving you and Clay some alone time.”
“You didn’t need to do that, Spence. We’re all in this together, aren’t we?” She frowned and gnawed on her lower lip with her teeth.
Spence got onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. “Yes, we are, sweetheart, but sometimes we are going to want to have you to ourselves. We aren’t going to make love to you together all the time.”
Misha grimaced.
“What?”
“What?” Misha asked.
“Why did you just make that face?”
When she lowered her gaze to his chest and her face began to turn a pink hue, he wondered what was going through that busy mind. He grasped her chin between his finger and thumb, lifting her gaze to his. “Talk to me, honey. Please?”
She sighed and began to caress a finger through his chest hair and around his small areola. From the frown of concentration on her face he was sure she wasn’t even aware of what she was doing.
“Does it hurt?”
“Does what hurt, sweetheart?”
She met his glance briefly before lowering her gaze to his chest again. Spence didn’t like the way she avoided his gaze and decided to do something about that. He rolled them over until she was on her back with him draped over her body, but bracing most of his weight on his elbows and knees. He clasped her wrists in his hands and lifted her arms up above her head, shackling them in one hand, and then palming her cheek so she couldn’t look away from him.
“Tell me what’s bothering you, Misha.”
Her face turned red again but when she opened her mouth to explain she kept her gaze locked with his. “Does anal sex hurt?”
“No, sweetheart. Never. The first couple of times might be a little uncomfortable, but if we prepare you properly, you shouldn’t feel anything more than a slight burning or pinching pain.”
Misha sighed with relief and nodded. “How does one prepare for something like that?”
“We’ll stretch you out before we fuck your ass, baby.”
Misha turned to meet Clay’s gaze.
Spence was glad that his friend hadn’t taken too long to clean up in the bathroom. He liked having Clay with him when they needed to explain things to a woman. Clay was always more confident in the explanation part of dealing with a woman. Spence was more lighthearted and liked to play around. He loved to make a woman smile and laugh, but he knew he was going to have to learn to deal with the serious side of a relationship, too. Especially if they wanted to keep Misha for the rest of their lives. She deserved to know everything about them. The good as well as the bad. It wasn’t that he didn’t do emotions, because he did, but he just wasn’t as comfortable talking about his feelings with any
one else. That had been a side effect after serving in the Rangers.
Normally, Clay was more closed mouthed than Spence was, but Misha seemed to bring the chatty side out in him. Spence just hoped that he didn’t clam up again. He liked seeing this softer side of Clay. He didn’t think the hard-ass soldier would ever open up with a woman. Thankfully, Misha had proven him wrong.
Clay moved toward the bed, brushed a few strands of hair away from her face before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then headed out.
“Does that scare you, sweetheart?”
“No. I’m not scared, just a little nervous,” she replied.
“I promise that we will never do anything to hurt you. Okay?”
“I know you won’t hurt me, Spence. You or Clay. I never thought you would. I’m just a little apprehensive since I’d never even thought about…doing that.”
Spence held back his smile when her blush deepened. She was so much younger and innocent than they were. Sometimes he felt so jaded, but now that they had Misha in their lives, he was seeing things, life, from a new perspective. There was such a lively glow about her. Misha seemed to look at everything and everyone and see them at face value. He, Clay, and their other friends were always looking for underlying reasons as to why people did the things the way they did, or tried to read between the lines looking for the lies that went unspoken.
He just hoped that their cynicism didn’t rub off onto her. He’d hate to see the light in her eyes dull. She was unique and so damn beautiful she made his heart nearly stop beating every time he looked at her.
“What if I don’t like it?” Misha murmured her question.
“Then we won’t do it again,” he answered emphatically. “Honey, this is all about you. Your wants and needs come before ours.”
