When at last they parted, she turned her head to see Jeremy had entered the room behind them. She watched as he toed off his shoes and socks before lifting his shirt over his head. Her breath caught at the sight of him. It didn’t matter how many times she’d seen him shirtless as he worked out. This was different. This time, she was allowed to touch. It brought the experience to a whole new level.
As he drew closer beside them, she placed a hand on Jeremy’s chest before sliding it down over his flat stomach all the way to his waist. His muscles twitched beneath her fingers and he let out a hiss. Swooping in, he took her mouth with his, threading his fingers through her hair.
Another hand slid across her stomach, sneaking beneath the waistband of her skirt and then her panties. That questing male hand didn’t belong to the man she was kissing, but to the second man who held her against him. It was a strange reality that should have been shocking to her senses. But she’d thought about this moment too many times, fantasised about it, brought herself to orgasm with the mere possibility. Now it was happening, she could only wallow in the pleasure.
A single, long finger slid along her clitoris and she cried out. Jeremy had moved to stand behind her and her head fell backward onto his shoulder as her hands clutched at Brady in an attempt to stay upright. Brady’s finger slid deeper inside her, curling and curving until her whole body quivered with excitement. His free hand stole beneath her skirt to stroke her arse through her panties, learning her curves with a boldness she’d had no idea he possessed.
“Brady,” Jeremy murmured, “you’re gonna make her blow her top before we’ve even got her naked. What’s the rush?”
“Can’t help myself.” Brady’s voice was strained, his hands unrelenting as they played her body. “I’ve wanted this woman from the second I laid eyes on her.” With a regretful sigh, his hand slipped free from her panties and Trina whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Looking up, she watched as he sucked his middle finger into his mouth, cleaning it with his tongue. She heard Jeremy swear before he took her chin in his hand and turned her head for another devouring kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with unrestrained passion.
Meanwhile, Brady started to undo the buttons on her shirt. “You were all wet and achy that night, weren’t you, Katrina?”
She barely managed to nod as she trembled between the two hard male bodies surrounding her.
“Say it,” Brady demanded, his breath hot against her neck as he pushed her shirt back over her shoulders until it fell away.
Breaking the kiss with Jeremy, she faced Brady once more. “Yes. God, yes. I was so horny it hurt.”
Brady reached around to unhook her bra before using his blunt fingernails to rake the straps down her arms until the white lace fell away. “You looked sexy as sin when you opened that door.”
Jeremy tugged her skirt and panties down her legs, waiting for her to step out of them before tossing them aside.
“Your face was flushed with arousal,” Brady continued, “and your nipples were hard like they are now.” He palmed her breasts as he spoke, ran his thumbs over the turgid peaks. Meanwhile, Jeremy pressed kisses to the upper curves of her buttocks, his hands skimming over the back of her calves, continuing along her thighs as he rose to his feet behind her.
“You were breathing hard and your hair was all messed up.” Brady’s hands ran through the mass of strands as his lips brushed against hers. “Fuck, you had me hard before we even met.”
Trina couldn’t answer, couldn’t even think. Brady’s voice washed over her in an erotic tumble of words while his and Jeremy’s hands fondled her now naked body, made every nerve ending scream with arousal. Forcing her eyes open, she saw Brady watching her with wild eyes. “It was Jeremy who got you all hot that night, wasn’t it?”
Biting down into her lower lip, she leaned back against Jeremy’s chest and lifted one hand to wrap around the back of his neck before giving Brady the answer she knew he wanted. “Yes.”
Brady’s eyes darted to Jeremy’s face before lowering back to hers. Taking her waist in a tight grip, he urged her to face Jeremy. “Show me.” The words were a growl in her ear. Rough and unexpected.
Her own surprise was mirrored in Jeremy’s eyes. Neither of them had expected Brady to make such a request. Jeremy licked his lips, hesitating. Trina made the decision for him. Stepping closer, she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him. He was warm and welcoming as his arms came around her, his touch spreading wildfire through her body.
The clink of a belt buckle was followed by the sound of clothing being removed and Trina knew Brady was getting undressed. The knowledge heightened her sense of anticipation and when his hands found her again, her sex pulsed in an almost painful need.
“After I left that night,” he told her, “I jerked off at the thought of the two of you together.” She imagined Brady lying in his bed, his body taut as he stroked himself and she shivered with delight. “Tell me, Katrina,” he rasped in her ear. “Did he make you come, after I left?”
She shook her head as she broke away from Jeremy’s kiss. “No,” she gasped, panting hard. “We didn’t… we haven’t.”
Brady straightened. Turning her head, she saw his frown as his eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them.
“Trina and I didn’t have sex that night.” Jeremy’s words were steady as he watched the other man. “Or any night.”
“Why not?” Brady asked, shaking his head.
She didn’t know how to explain it. They’d been so close. If Brady hadn’t stopped them, they would have had sex. But after he left, it was like it didn’t occur to them to take up where they’d left off. And since then, every time they’d started to talk in innuendo or tease each other, Brady’s name always seemed to work its way into the conversation.
“We met you.” Meeting his eyes, she smiled and shrugged one shoulder. “I suppose, in a way, we’ve been waiting for you.”
Brady stared at her, his brown eyes growing impossibly darker, before looking over her shoulder to where Jeremy stood before her. “Both of you?”
Trina thought for sure Jeremy would have some quip prepared for exactly this moment. Instead, he hugged her closer, leaning down to brush his lips against her ear. “Now you have us here, we are gonna take real good care of you.” His hands lifted to cup her breasts, his fingers pulling gently on the distended nipples until she was a quivering mess, all previous thoughts forgotten.
Turning her back toward him, Brady ran his tongue along her bottom lip. “Lie down on the bed. I want to taste you.”
Trina followed his lead, shivering as her heated skin touched the cool sheets. She stretched out in the middle of the bed, a languorous relaxation taking over as the two men joined her.
Brady lowered himself to his knees between her parted thighs. Bending over, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her left knee, his hands stroking the length of her trembling limbs. Meanwhile, Jeremy began to suck one hard nipple deep into his mouth. One hand lightly pinched the other peak, before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Trina’s back arched off the bed, desperate for more. Warm air caressed her wet labia and her hips curled toward Brady’s mouth right before he licked her with the flat of his tongue. She reached for him and Jeremy both, one hand on each of them, but Brady caught her wrist and held it down on the bed. Jeremy did the same, trapping her other wrist over her head.
Gazing down at her with that wicked grin, Jeremy whispered, “There’s no escaping now, gorgeous. You belong to us.”
She couldn’t help but return his smile. “Promise?”
“Oh, yeah.” Jeremy lay down beside her, naked now, his body pressed lightly against her side. He started to stroke her body with one hand, while the other brushed strands of hair out of her face. “You’re so beautiful, Trina,” he told her in soft tones. “So sexy.”
Again, she thought it should have felt strange to be having a tender moment with Jeremy while the lower half of her body writhed in ecstasy from Brady’s mouth. Instea
d, she felt the way Jeremy had told her she would: worshipped.
Unable to speak, she lifted her head to Jeremy’s and kissed him. Slow and deep. Their tongues exploring and caressing.
Then, one long finger slid inside her hot channel and she gasped, throwing her head back.
“Jeremy.” Brady’s voice was little more than a deep gravelly sound now. He held one hand out toward Jeremy, his middle finger slick and shiny with Trina’s arousal. “Taste?”
Jeremy leapt up, eager to accept the offering. Trina watched in fascination as Jeremy sucked Brady’s finger into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he cleaned the digit. He gave a quiet moan before slowly releasing Brady. Looking down at her, he licked his lips. “Damn, you taste good.”
Trina whimpered, her body throbbing in painful pleasure, desperate to be filled.
“Brady, man, I think she needs more than tongue.” He gave the other man a smirk. “Talented as it may be.”
Jeremy dragged himself to the head of the bed where he arranged a few pillows before he lay back against them in a half-reclining position.
He held a hand out to Trina and urged her to come toward him. “Lie back against me.”
Lifting herself higher up the bed, she allowed Jeremy to arrange her between his legs, her back against his chest. She could feel his long, hard erection trapped between them. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms behind his neck and turned to place a kiss against his jaw before returning her attention to Brady. He stared down at her, his eyes drinking in every part of her naked body, making her feel beautiful and wanton as she presented herself to him.
Jeremy cupped her breasts, lifting them in offering to Brady, who leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth. He laved the hard tip, swirling his tongue around the areola in slow circular motions before sucking hard. Trina almost launched off the bed and Jeremy gripped her upper arms, holding her in place against him. Brady switched to the other nipple, showing it the same loving attention.
“Please, Brady,” she gasped, curling her hips upward in invitation. “I want you inside me.”
“My pleasure.” Brady sat up long enough to locate one of the foil packets that had been retrieved from the drawer at some stage after they’d entered the room. When he was sheathed, he lowered himself between her legs. With one hand on either side of her and Jeremy, he held himself up with his arms. Trina stroked his warm skin, everywhere she could reach, loving the obvious strength that flowed through his muscular form.
He slid into her body with one thrust and Trina cried out in relief. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her body drawn further down the bed by his thrusts until her head rested on Jeremy’s chest.
Jeremy reached down to play with her clitoris, catching it between two fingers with a gentle tugging motion that made her crazy. She was already on the edge, but she held on, wanting this moment to last. Clutching at the two men, she relished the differences between them. Brady’s broad shoulders. Jeremy’s lean strength. Brady kissed her, their mouths fusing. She keened loudly as everything in her body pulled tight.
She shattered, come and coming around Brady’s cock in hard pulses. He followed her with a harsh grunt, his arms coming around her, sliding between her and Jeremy, to hold her tight against him.
They both collapsed in a heap and it took a few moments for Trina to summon the energy to move. When she did stir, she heard Jeremy hiss in a quiet breath, reminding her there was still one member of this trio who had yet to reach fulfilment. She could think of nothing she wanted more than to help him get there.
Brady moved when she started to turn over, rolling on to his side next to them. Getting onto her hands and knees, Trina leaned over to place a kiss on Jeremy’s stomach. His torso curled upward as he lifted to press his lips against the top of her head, drawing the scent of her deep into his lungs. The movement made his abdominal muscles stand out and Trina hummed her appreciation. “Yummy.” She used her tongue to trace each dip and curve, delighting in every centimetre of muscular goodness. The agony she’d gone through watching him do sit-ups of a morning was worth it for this one experience. Rising to his chest, she nuzzled each flat nipple before crawling the rest of the way up his body.
“Finally,” she murmured, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiled at him. “I get to have my wicked way with you.”
Jeremy’s left hand clutched at the covers beside her, searching for something. Getting the point, Brady handed him a condom and Jeremy’s head fell back against the headboard as he garbled something that sounded like thanks.
A few seconds later, Trina held her breath as she sat poised above him, the very tip of his cock nestled between her labia. Her breaths were shallow as she sank down with exquisite slowness. Jeremy’s hands gripped her hips, his fingernails digging into her generous flesh as he panted in need. She clenched around him and laughed when he swore loudly. Then, she began to move.
Having already experienced one powerful orgasm, courtesy of Brady, she was content to ride this wave nice and slow, despite Jeremy’s obvious hunger. She leaned forward so her breasts brushed against his chest, her nipples dragging along his skin as they moved together. Jeremy sat up, wrapping his arms around her body as she straddled him. Trina continued to rock against him, lifting and lowering her body in a slow, comfortable rhythm.
He bent down to capture one breast in his mouth and she lifted a little higher to give him easier access. Leaning forward, Brady latched onto the other breast and her hips began to move in jerky motions. At the same time, Jeremy’s thrusts grew harder, deeper. He was as affected by Brady’s closeness as she was.
Jeremy came inside her, his roar of release setting off her own orgasm. This one was longer, and more languorous than the first. It left her floating for a long time.
One last kiss was pressed against her lips as Jeremy withdrew, though she couldn’t say who put it there. Her eyes were still closed as she drifted on the last waves of bliss.
She didn’t resist when she was pulled down to the bed and covered with the sheet. Two warm male bodies snuggled in beside her. Someone had turned out the light, so she couldn’t see a thing, but she could tell it was Brady in front of her, and Jeremy at her back.
Long moments past, but no one spoke. They simply lay there in the darkness. Male hands wandered her body in calming strokes. Vaguely, she wondered how she’d ever thought her life was complete before this moment. And in the next moment, she slept.
Chapter 12
Jeremy woke with an erection. Which wasn’t surprising, considering his dick was pressed flush against Trina’s curvy arse. He flexed his hand and felt hard muscle. Brady. He lifted his head, wide awake now. His hand was on Brady’s arm, where it wrapped around Trina’s waist. Brady’s hand was wedged between Trina’s back and Jeremy’s stomach. A few centimetres lower and his stomach wasn’t the only thing Brady would be touching. Jeremy dropped his head back to the pillow as he tried to stifle a groan. Holy fuck.
He allowed himself the luxury of sliding his hand along Brady’s arm before regretfully lifting it away. He wasn’t the sort of man to take advantage of someone when they were sleeping, especially a man who was only ‘kind of bent.’ But at the same time, he was only human. A human with a raging hard-on at that.
Rolling onto his back, he looked at Trina’s clock. It was a few minutes after four. Plenty of time for some predawn fun before he had to get up for work. He fished around in Trina’s bedside drawer for two more condoms, placing them within easy reach behind him. Then he grabbed a small bottle of lubricant and tucked it under his body to warm up, before rolling back into Trina’s sleeping form. She was warm and relaxed and, when he ran his hands along her body, she arched into his touch. He pulled her hair back, baring her neck for his kisses. She gave a sleepy sigh, her hands stroking Brady’s body before they curled into her chest.
Brady stirred, or rather the hand still pressed against Trina’s back stirred. With a murmur, he splayed his fingers. The pinkie brushed against th
e head of Jeremy’s cock and he jerked in response. Turning his head, Jeremy bit down on the pillow as his hips rocked of their own accord. Just once—but once was all it took.
One large hand reached out to grip Jeremy’s cock in a light hold, giving the hard length a slow stroke, as Brady probably did to himself in his sleep all the time. Jeremy lifted his head to find Brady still sound asleep, though his hips now moved restlessly beneath the sheet. A muffled sound, mostly groan, came from Trina.
Another stroke and Jeremy knew he had to do something before this got more out of hand—or rather, in hand—than it already was. He knew if he tried to speak he’d wake Trina. There was no possible way he would be able to modulate his own voice—not with Brady’s hand wrapped tight around his fucking dick. Instead, he reached out to give the other man’s shoulder a shake.
Brady woke with a start, lifting his own head as he got his bearings. “Jeremy?” he asked in a croaky voice. “What’s wrong?”
“Your hand.” It wasn’t particularly eloquent, but it got the job done. Brady snatched his hand back as if he’d been burned. Which, considering how hot Jeremy felt at that moment, was entirely possible.
“Sorry.” Brady’s face was mostly hidden in the darkness, but Jeremy didn’t need to see his expression to know the other man was cringing.
“Don’t sweat it.” Jeremy did the only thing he could do to stop himself from trying to coax the now conscious Brady into repeating the gesture. He turned his attention to the woman between them. This night was about bringing pleasure to this woman he adored, not getting his own rocks off. Although, as side benefits went, that was good too. “It’s time for round two.” His whisper was harsh in the darkness, but at least it was quiet. “If you’re up for it.”
Brady grunted. “Not gonna be a problem.”
“Let’s get Trina caught up, shall we?”
“My pleasure,” Brady said, his hands already going to work.
Between the stroking of hands and the movement of mouths, it didn’t take long for Trina to stir. Little mewling sounds gave way to moans of pleasure as she stretched between them.
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