The garment hit Jacob’s leg. He didn’t appear to notice. He stared at her bra.
Zeke’s breathing picked up. He tightened his arms as though he needed to control himself. His muscular biceps flexed. Liz nearly moaned at how commanding he was…and so damn beautiful. She lowered her bra straps, taking her time, making him want her as no man ever had.
Except for Jacob. He regarded her bra with such fascination and longing it seemed he’d never seen one before.
Giving him a show, Zeke too, Liz undid the clasp. The lingerie slipped off her arms, baring her breasts. The room’s tepid air did nothing to tighten her nipples. The attention her men provided did the trick. Her areolas puckered. The tips grew hard. She tossed her bra.
It hit Zeke’s belly.
He grinned. So did she.
All that remained were her jeans and panties. Liz made quicker work of the button and fly than she’d originally intended. Haste seemed prudent now so she might know their fevered touch, the wonder of their bodies, both brothers taking whatever they demanded, expecting her to yield to them.
Her cleft grew damp at the thought of being used so well, so relentlessly.
She pushed her panties and jeans over her hips, past her knees, to her ankles.
Zeke reacted first. He went behind her, one hand holding both of her wrists, his other moving over her breasts. Liz rested her head on his shoulder, exposing her throat. Zeke kissed her there, then suckled. The sweep of his tongue registered throughout her body. Weakened by the delicious sensations, Liz released her weight into him and emptied her lungs on a breathy sigh.
Zeke tightened his grip, letting her know he wouldn’t release her for a very long time. Certainly not until all three of them were sated…and some of her healing gift had returned.
Jacob went to his knees at her feet. He ran his hands down the insides of her naked thighs. Liz trembled, liking that. However, she wanted far more. His face to her pussy, his mouth on her slit.
He remained where he was and guided her to lift her feet from her jeans and panties. Once he’d pushed the garments aside, he murmured, “Spread your legs.”
Liz did so immediately. Her sex felt hot and achy, needy of a man’s touch.
To make certain she kept herself open to them, Zeke slid his right foot inside of hers, then did the same with his left. Naked and opened to the Neekoma brothers, Liz waited for their next move.
Again, Zeke acted first. He ran the tip of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of pleasure tore through her. Jacob interrupted it, his mouth on her cunt, his tongue stroking her clit.
Oh my God.
The sensations were needed yet overwhelming, nearly more than Liz could bear as Jacob slipped two fingers inside her sheath. Held captive by his touch and Zeke’s, she had no choice except to submit. Neither man would allow her freedom.
While Jacob tongued her clit and worked his fingers in and out of her as he would his cock, Zeke again kissed the side of neck and ran his roughened palm over her breasts. The friction of his touch and Jacob’s emphasized how helpless she was against their carnal hunger and strength—how they demanded that she submit. Just as their male ancestors had most likely behaved with their women, tolerating no disobedience. They ruled. The females surrendered, especially those they’d taken captive from enemy camps.
A wanton and delicious thought that sent her over the edge.
Liz’s orgasm came too quickly, tearing through her. She moaned loudly—lewdly, she thought—then slumped against Zeke, whimpering at him suckling her shoulder and squeezing her breasts. Jacob hadn’t stopped licking her nub. That part of her was still hypersensitive thanks to her climax. Liz needed him to stop.
He didn’t. He ran his free hand down the furrow beneath her cheeks, his fingers circling her anus.
She shivered at the intensity of that contact and endured, giving herself fully to him, because she wanted to.
He concentrated on both of her openings even as Zeke resumed suckling her throat and playing with her nipples. How long they used her, Liz wasn’t certain. Time seemed to have stopped, the seconds and minutes replaced by a lick, a stroke, a wanting sigh.
At length, Jacob removed his fingers from her sheath and pulled his other hand from her ass. When he abandoned her clit, Zeke lifted Liz into his arms and put her on the bed. There she lay, sprawled indecently, her nudity displayed to both men.
The brothers regarded her as they undressed. Zeke beat Jacob by a few seconds. Both of them were erect, their balls plumped by lust, their bodies flushed with desire. Liz noted the network of veins on Zeke’s cock and sinewy arms. She regarded Jacob’s broad chest and hard abs.
Zeke climbed on the bed and lay on his back. Jacob followed, his weight also shaking the mattress.
Liz didn’t wait to see what would happen next, knowing what the Neekoma brothers craved. Straddling Zeke, she took his thick cock and directed it into her sheath, her slit juicy and wanting of him. Her body eased down his, swallowing his sex, taking him as deep as he could go. Zeke inhaled sharply. Liz released a wanton sigh at his size, how relentlessly he stretched her so her body would shelter his.
The pleasure was intense, but not nearly enough. Liz needed it all. Draping her torso over his, she sought his lips.
Zeke’s tongue filled her mouth before Liz could think to do the same to him. His kiss was wild with passion, tender with love. An incredible combination that touched her soul. The noise she and he made thrilled her. So primitive. So necessary.
If Jacob thought the same, he didn’t voice his opinion. Nor would he allow Liz to ignore him. He settled between her and Zeke’s legs. With his hand on the small of her back, he directed her to present her ass to him.
Readily, she obeyed.
Jacob placed his hands on her buttocks and eased them apart. His thumbs stroked her anus.
Liz gasped around Zeke’s tongue. He slanted his mouth for better penetration and deepened his kiss.
Jacob ran his hand over her belly to her mound and touched her clit.
A shock of pleasure rippled through her. She had no chance to indulge in it.
Jacob had stroked her there to merely bathe his fingers in her moisture. He now brought them to her tight ring, lubricating it.
She wiggled at his touch. Didn’t deter or stop him. Jacob rubbed the head of his cock against her anus. Liz trembled in anticipation of his crown entering her, the invasion of his rigid yet silky flesh.
The wait wasn’t long. Jacob eased the tip of his shaft into her tightest opening, then tunneled inside.
The pressure proved so intense and seductive, Liz pulled her mouth from Zeke’s. Several sounds escaped her, betraying her lust, her desire for this.
Zeke pumped his hips, a demand that she work her body up and down his cock. Jacob was already fully within her other opening, his fingers pressed into her hips to make certain she couldn’t get away from him.
Filled by both men, Liz surrendered to each. Immeasurable feelings coursed through her along with a sense of being restored. Not only emotionally, but that they were returning some of her life force to her.
Or was she merely imagining that?
Liz didn’t know and couldn’t dwell on the matter. The bed shook with each thrust and pump, the springs squealing. The noises they made were far more enticing. Jacob grunted. Zeke groaned. Moan after moan spilled from Liz followed by a whimper of delight as Zeke slid his hand between their bodies and worked her clit.
Ah. It was more than any woman could endure, the pleasure too great, the wantonness complete. For minutes, the brothers enjoyed her and Liz did the same with them. At last, she came on a strangled cry. Jacob followed, the racket he made uncivilized. Zeke was the last, his baritone filling the room with sounds of immense pleasure.