Roxanne circled his cock with her hand and stroked his hard length. He gritted his teeth. He was so primed and ready it wouldn’t take much for him to come. Not that he’d stop her. Never that. He wanted to feel every stroke of her soft hand.
What he really wanted was to bury his cock into her sweet cunt while Radnor took her from behind. But it was too soon to even suggest something like that. Roxanne was still new to the idea of sleeping with two men. Better to go slow and easy, to get her used to the idea. He shoved aside the thought that she might not be here long enough for that.
She was here now. That was all that mattered.
Sednar cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her silky locks.
“I want to feel your mouth on me.” He inched closer to her, being careful not to crowd her.
She licked her lips and Sednar swallowed a groan as his balls tightened. She had such a sweet mouth and tongue. He longed to watch his cock disappear into her mouth, to feel her tongue stroking him.
Radnor covered her breasts with his hands, kneading the perfect white mounds.
Roxanne moaned, her hips rotating slightly. “I want to fuck you,” he growled.
Her eyes widened as she looked at Radnor. He continued to tease her nipples, tugging gently on them with his thumbs and forefingers.
“I want to fuck you while you suck Sednar’s cock.” Radnor released her breasts and slid his hands down her torso and between her legs, spreading them wide.
Both men waited. This very special woman held their fate in her hands.
Roxanne’s brain was whirling with the erotic images the brothers’ words evoked.
She could easily imagine taking Sednar’s hard length into her mouth while Radnor buried his cock in her heated passage.
Every inch of her skin was sensitive. She felt alive and daring. She could do this.
Why not? It was acceptable in this world. They were all adults. Roxanne wanted to store up every memory, every moment of her time with these men. She feared she’d never feel the same way about any man back on her own world. She frowned at the thought.
Radnor stroked her pussy with the tip of his cock, probing softly at her entrance.
Thought fled, replaced by need. Right or wrong, she wanted this. Had to have it. These brothers had healed her wounded soul and she longed to give back to them in some way.
She opened her legs wider to encourage Radnor as she tugged gently on Sednar’s cock to get him to move closer.
Sednar supported her head and neck as he guided his shaft toward her mouth. She licked a pearly bead of fluid from the tip, letting her tongue trace the slit. Sednar groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
Feeling totally in control, she twirled her tongue around his cock head as if it were a lollipop. She sucked it into her mouth and then slowly released it, making a wet, slurping sound as she did.
Sednar gave a strangled laugh. “Tease.” The way he said the word and the way he looked at her told her he didn’t mind in the least.
Smiling, she opened her mouth and took him as deep as she could, running her tongue over the prominent veins on his shaft.
She moaned as Radnor stroked his fingers over her clit. A second later, he slid into her snug channel, stretching her with the width of his cock. She squirmed as he held himself still inside her, allowing her inner muscles to relax around him.
The vibration of her moan caused Sednar to groan as the sensation shot through his shaft. She realized then that they were all connected when they were like this, one feeding off the pleasure of the other. It felt amazing and somehow right.
Radnor began to move between her thighs, pulling his cock almost all the way out before driving deep again. He lifted her hips, wrapping his fingers around her waist as he fucked her, alternating long, deep strokes with short, hard ones.
Sednar thrust his hips forward. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock to keep control over how far he went. She loved the salty, musky taste of him as she sucked his shaft into her mouth. She lapped at the underside with her tongue.
Occasionally, she teased the bulbous tip before taking him deep again.
The scent of sex permeated the air around them. The bed frame shifted, the headboard hitting the wall as Radnor’s thrusts became hard and fast. Short strokes that pushed her to the edge and then over it when he caressed her clit with his thumb.
Her pussy tightened around Radnor’s cock as she came. He continued to pump his hips as he came too, filling her with his seed.
The sounds of her cries vibrated around Sednar’s cock. She felt the ripple of his shaft as he came in her mouth. She swallowed, trying not to choke. Sednar eased back before she panicked, making it easier for her. She lapped at his cock, giving it one final caress before releasing him. He lowered her head back to the bed.
She groaned when Radnor eased from between her thighs. Although he’d come, he didn’t feel any smaller as he withdrew. She felt totally wasted, utterly complete and surprisingly content.
Radnor rolled out of bed and padded toward the bathing chamber. Roxanne admired the flex of his buttocks as he moved. He could make a fortune as a model in her world. His back muscles were perfectly sculpted, narrowing as they ran from his shoulders to his waist.
The more time she spent here, the less strange it seemed to have both brothers in bed with her. A trickle of fluid ran down her thigh and she stopped breathing. They hadn’t used protection. Her entire body stiffened. What if she got pregnant? This wasn’t a dream. This was reality. She’d had unprotected sex several times. If she did get pregnant, she wouldn’t even know whose baby it was.
“Are you all right?” Sednar leaned over her, concern on his face.
Was she all right? She wasn’t sure. Radnor returned at that moment, washcloth in hand. With no warning, he dipped it between her legs, cleaning away the remnants of both their orgasms. She was too stunned to be embarrassed. After all, they’d seen every part of her several times now. It seemed stupid to feel shy now. He tossed the cloth aside and then lifted her, tucking her under the covers before climbing in beside her.
Sednar slipped under the covers to join them. He hadn’t forgotten his question and prompted her again. “Roxanne?”
“I’m fine.” She kept her gaze averted. Both men were much too observant for her liking. What would she do if she were pregnant? The thought of holding a brown-haired, brown-eyed baby in her arms filled her with longing. She wouldn’t mind a child at all. Maybe a boy who’d grow up to be as big and strong as his father. Maybe a girl with golden brown eyes.
How could she deprive the child of its father? Maybe she wasn’t pregnant. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, each one more confusing than the last. What should she do? Should she mention her concerns?
No, there was no point. Both brothers had made it abundantly clear that they wanted her to stay. Whatever choice she made was up to her.
Exhaustion made her yawn. Radnor threw his arm around her and leaned close.
“Don’t worry so much. Everything will be fine.”
That was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one faced with the almost impossible choice. What had been a clear-cut decision only yesterday morning was now a dilemma. Go or stay? She fell asleep to the argument raging in her mind.
Michael sat in the corner of the great room and observed the drunken melee taking place in the center. Shouts and curses rang out as flesh met flesh. The Luther brothers were lethal bastards. He was lucky he had something they wanted—Roxanne.
He lifted the tankard of sour ale to his mouth and sipped the bitter brew. He wondered what the faithless bitch was doing at this very moment. Was she spreading her legs for some other man?