Randy caressed her right breast, his fingers gentle at first, nearly teasing as his tongue gentled and stroked hers. Then his fingers began to pluck her nipple.
Lewis’s fingers slid into her pussy and began to stroke inside her tunnel, scissoring back and forth, as if searching. And then his fingers lit a fuse as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
A jolt of pure arousal—sharp, sweet, and incredibly electric—shot through her body. Her orgasm exploded, spewing wave after wave of ecstasy to every nerve ending and along every vein. She shivered and quivered, and when she began to come down, when the storm began to ebb, Lewis kissed his way up her body. She felt Randy ease back, and as she opened her eyes, it was to encounter Lewis’s wet grin and determined gaze.
Michaela felt the brush of his latex-covered cock just before he slowly but inexorably pushed himself into her.
Arousal that had evolved into satiation ignited anew. So sweet, the electric jolt of horniness bowed her back off the bed. An inarticulate sound gurgled from her soul, a gurgle that ended in a mew as her feral woman, incapable of words, begged for more.
Lewis slid his hands beneath her, his touch gentle despite the trembling she felt in him and the fierce determination in his gaze.
“You tasted so good to me, baby girl. Have some.”
Michaela didn’t need a moment to think about it. As soon as Lewis made that suggestion, her mouth watered, and she felt a desperate need to do just that.
Her lips wide, she arched up to meet the wonderful mouth her lover brought to her. Their combined taste was like no other, the intimacy of the moment absolutely total and totally erotic. Two deep groans, one above her and one on her left, let her know she wasn’t the only one who thought this moment sexy.
“Good.” She licked her lips to let him know she meant it. And then, as he began to thrust within her, she met each of his thrusts. She needed her arms around him and flinched when her left hand reminded her that she’d been wounded.
“Careful, woman.”
“Usually, but there are moments, and this is one.” She used her right hand to caress his neck as she kept her left arm on his shoulder, extended. The need to curl that hand around him, too, was more than visceral. Lewis had kept his gaze on hers. He paused his thrusting.
“Do we need to secure your left wrist to one of these headboard posts to keep you from hurting yourself?”
“Ooh, bondage.”
His bark of laughter jolted his entire body on top of her and that part of him that was inside her as well.
“You’re a brat.”
“Is that so bad?”
“Depends on the nature of your Doms, I guess.”
Were they supposed to be trading one-liners while his cock was inside her pussy? The question faded as an inner voice asserted that whatever any of them did together, provided they were all in agreement, was perfectly fine.
“Do I have Doms?”
“It’s a very distinct possibility. We’ll deal.”
He covered her mouth again with his own, and Michaela felt the flex of his cock in her cunt and let all thought go. Her left arm might not be able to cling as she wanted it to, but there was nothing wrong with her legs. She wrapped them around Lewis’s hips. The press of his hands beneath her, bringing her even closer with each of his thrusts, sent the heat and the horniness soaring. Over and over, again and again, the friction of his cock inside her and the hair that nested him on her clit controlled her. Close, so close, she held tight to him and growled.
She felt one hand come out from beneath her and slide between them. One brush of her clit with his fingers, and Michaela screamed as her climax hit.
Spasm after sensuous spasm of pleasure consumed her. Lewis’s low curse, the strength with which he held himself deep inside her, and the pulsing of his cock within her all bore testimony to the potency of his own orgasm.
She shivered in the aftermath, and Lewis turned them so that she was on her right side, still within his arms.
“Are you okay?” He brushed his words against her cheek as he kissed her.
“Better than, I would hope.”
“Yep, you’re a brat. How’s the hand?”
“It’s all right, Lewis. I promise I will let you guys know if it hurts too much.”
“You know we both really hate that it hurts at all, right?”
“I know.” She did know that and, knowing, felt her heart melt just a little more for these two men.
“That was so damn hot to watch.” Randy placed a sweet kiss on her shoulder. Then he pressed flush to her. She felt the condom he wore and couldn’t help but look over her shoulder at him.
“I need you.” That wasn’t what she’d planned to say, but it was the truth.
“You’ll have me. You just lie there and look beautiful, and we’ll do all the work.”
Lewis clearly was in line with this, because he reached down and eased her left leg up onto his hips then flexed those hips, which eased his cock from her body.
“Our way,” he said. Then he covered her mouth again, and this time his kiss was deep, dark, and dangerous.
Behind her, Randy edged closer. She felt his fingers brush her wet folds, understood the sound that emerged from him was a hum of pleasure. She was wet because she’d come so hard with Lewis.
Then she felt his condom-covered cock there and felt him guide himself to exactly where she needed him to be. He slid into her, stretching her as his cousin had done, filling her and fulfilling her feminine need, one she hadn’t understood she had, for two lovers.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Lewis released her lips. She caught sight of his grin before her eyes closed in pleasure. “Oh, Randy! That’s…” All her thoughts shattered as Randy began to thrust into her.
In front of her, Lewis gently wrapped his hand around her left arm. He’s keeping my hand up, supported and protected as his cousin and best friend fucks me from behind. The sexy thought made her shiver.
Over and over Randy thrust into her, and she moved, using her hips to push back and meet those thrusts, to give and to take, to pleasure even as she was being driven to heights of delight she’d never experienced. His cock hit deep, and she loved the twinge of pain. She felt all of him in all of her, as she had with Lewis. But now, now with her second lover inside her body, she felt a sense of everything being right and solid in her world.
Multiple orgasms? She had a sense those were going to be a constant in her immediate future. They’re going to ruin me for any other men.
Michaela couldn’t really find the energy to mind about that so much at the moment. Arousal turned needy and greedy, on the way to desperation. She opened her eyes and met Lewis’s glittering gaze.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Yes…yes.” The words emerged on their own, and the heat in one lover’s eyes as another did just that sent her over the edge. She opened her mouth to scream and surrendered to that and Lewis’s kiss.
Her sound of jubilation muffled as her body clenched, as she came and came and came, was the hottest moment ever. Her entire body shook. The spasms of release, Randy’s growl and then shout, and the sensation of his cock ejaculating inside the condom within her—all worked together to bring her to peak again.
It lasted forever and was over far too soon. Michaela fought for air and waited for the pounding in her chest, and the pounding in the chests holding her close, to subside. She drew in a deep lungful of breath and felt her lips slide into a smile. She could smell her lovers—clean sweat and sexy juices—and in that moment wondered if she could bottle the scent and make a fortune.
No, at this moment, I’m already rich enough.
Randy kissed her shoulder. “Come here.” He eased back just slightly and reached for her. He didn’t turn her into his arms but drew her back, wrapping his arms around her. Lewis slid to the edge of the bed and laid her arm on a pillow before getting to his feet.
“Be right back.”
“Are you feeling okay?” Randy asked her
“Perfect.” Michaela thought it was the perfect response. Because Randy was kissing her cheek, she felt his smile.
“You are certainly that.”
“No, not me. This. Us. The three of us. Perfect.”
“That, too.”
“She being a brat again?” Lewis strolled back into the bedroom and toward her, clearly absolutely comfortable in his nakedness.
“You’ve gotta kind of like that about her,” Randy said.
Michaela heard the laughter in his voice.
“I take exception to that. If a man is vocal in his opinions, why he’s considered thoughtful, confident, deserving of respect. If a woman is vocal…she’s a brat?”
Lewis grinned. “Pretty much.”
He stretched out beside her, lifting her arm and letting her rest it on him instead of the pillow. “We’re teasing you, baby girl, and you take the bait so easily.”
“I never used to like being teased.”
“You know we’re not being disrespectful. And you are, by the way, most definitely deserving of respect.” He leaned in and gave her a way-too-short kiss.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, your bathroom is way too small for us to party in—so no watersports for you.”
“Well, that sucks because I’ve heard some interesting things about those watersports.”
“We wouldn’t be doing that anyway, sweetheart, because you can’t get your hand wet.”
“So many restrictions.” Michaela actually felt disgruntled about that.
“However…” Lewis met her gaze and held it. “There are two of us, so we can, between us, see that you get what you need. At the moment, one of us will make breakfast, and one of us will… help you shower.”
“I’m the better cook,” Randy said. He gave her an extra little squeeze. “I’ll go get breakfast—and coffee—started.”
She looked over her shoulder and met Randy’s gaze. Something in his eyes sent her a message she wasn’t quite getting. Except she had the sense that Randy wasn’t taking care of only her.
“Thank you.” Then she turned her attention back to Lewis. “I’ve seen the master bathroom suites in both Jenny’s and Bailey’s houses, so I understand that this bathroom is in need of…renovations.”
“Renovations, is it? Well, isn’t it handy that you now have a couple of helpers close at hand who have some experience in that? Not to mention all those others who will be volunteering to pitch in.”
“Helpers?” Michaela couldn’t hold back her grin. “I don’t know, Lewis. I can picture you as the captain on a pirate ship and the leader of an invading army. ‘Helper’ just doesn’t play for me where the two of you are concerned.”
“Sure it does, sweet thing. It all depends on the definition of the word ‘helper.’” He moved to the edge of the bed and carefully drew her body over to him. “Randy and I both plan to show you what great helpers we can be, helping you come over and over again.”
Now she saw the heat in his gaze, and as he lifted her into his arms, she felt the hardness of his cock against her hip. Her nipples tightened, and she felt a renewal of wetness between her thighs.
“And, of course, because we’re also going to be helping ourselves—to you.”
Chapter Ten
Lewis figured he owed Randy, big time.
The truth was his best friend was a better cook—but the speed with which Randy had claimed the kitchen just now?
He thinks I don’t know how he has a bit of the mother hen in him. But I do. And this time, I definitely owe him.
Lewis lowered Michaela to the mat in the bathroom and left his hands on her waist until he knew she had her footing.
“Here.”
Randy poked his head in. He held out a plastic bag, and Lewis nodded. “Good, thanks.”
Randy came all the way in and laid a wet squishy-sounding kiss on their woman. “Have fun. You’ve got about a half-hour.”
Our woman. Lewis took just a heartbeat of time to hold that phrase close. It was something he’d felt earlier and let pass, but here, right here and right now, he knew it for truth.
And from that quick grin Randy just gave him, Lewis understood that so did he.
“I’ve never shared a shower.”
Michaela’s softly spoken words brought him out of himself and put him where he needed to be, in the moment with her.
“It won’t hurt one bit. I promise.”
His solemnly spoken words had the desired effect. Michaela smiled. “I’m so very glad to hear that.”
Lewis used the plastic bag that his cousin had given him and took a moment to tie it over the bandage on her left hand. Probably wouldn’t work in a pool or a deep tub. But it should be okay for their shower.
Lewis turned on the water and regulated the temperature. He was really happy to see she had a shower wand. That particular accessory would make it easier to work.
I wonder if she’s ever used the wand to give herself an orgasm. That was a question for another day.
He got into the shower and used his body to block the water from hitting her while he helped her join him.
“Here, baby girl, like this.”
He adjusted the spray and then turned them so that she was in front of him. A quick look had shown him she preferred shower gel to bar soap. Taking up the bottle, he poured a small amount onto his palm. With her front nice and wet, he angled them so she was no longer in the spray and then began to spread the soap on her.
And groaned in unison with her at the sensation of her wet, naked self under his hands.
“Ohmygod.” Michaela shivered. “I may need you to tie my left arm in place. I don’t know if I have the strength to keep it up and out of the way on my own.”
“Mmm, so you like?”
“I love.”
Lewis smoothed his hand over her breasts then spread the lather down over her stomach. He brushed his fingers back and forth over her mound. He bent over slightly, kissed her ear, and whispered one word. “Open.”
Michaela mewled as she did as he asked. And she shivered when he cupped her pussy. He used his fingers to caress and care for her and could feel her own lubrication gathering, readying her for his cock.
Michaela’s not the only one getting horny. He wanted her again, and that didn’t surprise him in the least. Lewis began to suspect that there would never be a time when he didn’t want her. But first he needed to see her fed.
He reached for the wand and rinsed the soap from her breasts. Then he brought it lower and aimed it at her cunt.
Another moan, and he knew she really was as triggered as he was.
“Turn around, baby.”
“Oh, goody. Or it would be if I could wrap both arms around you and jump.”
Lewis laughed. “All in good time, Michaela. I promise.”
He’d intended to wash her back, and to his credit he did, though not as thoroughly as he would have liked. She wasn’t without skills, and he loved the way she let him know—by rubbing her hot little self against him—that she wanted him.
“Here.” He rinsed her back then turned off the water. Then he sat on the edge of the tub and eased her onto his lap. “Straddle me. Rub your pussy against my cock.”
“Ooh, we’re going to pussy jack?”
Brat. “Carefully. We weren’t exactly prepared for an all-day session yesterday, sweet thing. So until I can get my hands on some more condoms, we’ve got to be careful that my swimmers don’t swim.”
“Are you clean?”
“We both are.” Randy’s voice came from behind him. “We haven’t been sluts, sweetheart, but we’ve adopted the policy of getting tested once a year, and the last time was just a few weeks before we left Montana. Breakfast will be ready in ten, but I can keep it warm if you need more time.”
In his peripheral vision, Lewis saw Randy head back to the kitchen.
“I’m on the pill.”
Lewis met her gaze, and the siren call of those four words was damn n
ear irresistible. “For now, let’s be extra cautious.” He flicked a glance to her left arm, which rested on his right shoulder.
Her eyes widened. “I’m on antibiotics!”
“Yes, ma’am. You have no idea how badly I want to feel my naked cock inside you right now. This is me, protecting you.”
“I’ll behave.” Her pussy was flush against his dick, and he took in every sensation, the way her heat encouraged it to get bigger and the way her warmth filled him.
“Just temporarily.” He moved her, just a little, so that they both got to enjoy the sensation of sex against sex. Lewis was certain she wasn’t the only one shivering, either.
He put every bit of his focus on the warm and wet woman in his arms. Her nipples drilled into his chest, and her pussy gushed on his cock, providing all the lubrication he could ask for. He felt her temperature rise, slightly, and felt the tension in her muscles as she reached for pleasure.
He slid one hand between them and found her clit. That hard, little nub was waiting for him. He stroked it with his index finger and then caught it between that finger and his thumb and gently, but resolutely squeezed.
Lewis held his woman as she cried out, as her rapture took her. He held her, keeping her safe, not just from falling but from him as well.
* * * *
Michaela was grateful Lewis carried her into the bedroom, because she didn’t honestly think she could have walked on her own. That last orgasm had completely drained her.
Lewis set her on the bed, and it was all she could do not to just fall back and have a nap.
“Tell me what you want to wear, baby.”
She pointed to her underwear drawer, and he tossed her a pair of panties. He held up a bra, but she shook her head. If she had her way, they were going to have breakfast and return to this bed. No sense getting overdressed.
“Just a tee and a pair of shorts.” Again, she pointed, and then as she watched him reach into the drawer, a tiny string of reality intruded on her personal fantasy show.
“Crap. Do you guys have to go to work? I never even thought to ask.”
“Not today,” Lewis said. He brought her clothes over and then gave her a quick kiss. “The family knows where we are. If they need us, they’ll call.”
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