She looked at him, desperation in her face as her hips tried to rock against him.
“You can say no at any time and we’ll stop,” he reminded her. He pulled the ice cube away and watched her face.
She swallowed.
“Yes or no, baby?” he asked, his tone stern.
Libbie slowly nodded, as if her body fought her mind for control of the show.
“Good girl,” Ben cooed.
Allan grinned and began tormenting her with the ice cube again.
Then he pulled the cold dildo out and slowly began fucking her with it. Her moans of pleasure drove deep into the center of his being, making his dick twitch and regain interest.
When that ice cube totally melted, he grabbed another and started again, repeatedly soaking the dildo in the cold water before fucking her with it. He knew they had driven her into a blissful realm she’d never before experienced, where her body had shut her mind down in an attempt to glean every last bit of pleasure it could from them.
Still sitting cross-legged between her thighs, he pushed the dildo deep inside her and held it in place with his foot. He grabbed the vibrator again and flipped it on, trapping her clit between the ice cube and the vibrator.
It was a good thing Ben had a hold of her, because she nearly came off the bed as another orgasm exploded through her.
That time, he didn’t torture her for too long as he read her body and relented once he knew she’d had enough.
“Good girl,” he said, shutting off the vibrator. “Time for a little It’s a Sweet Life 131
break.”
Ben’s cock had already regained more than enough interest as he watched his brother working between Libbie’s legs and giving her a taste of something Ben had dubbed “the polar bear” during a slightly inebriated tryst in college.
It had seemed a lot funnier moniker midway through tequila shots, but after they’d sobered up he couldn’t think of anything better to call it so the name had stuck.
It’d taken every ounce of his self-control not to burst into gales of laughter when he’d seen Allan return to the bedroom with the glass of ice water. The move never failed to bring a woman to another explosive orgasm, even when she claimed she couldn’t take any more.
And it had been years since they’d had the opportunity to work together to bring a woman pleasure like this.
Damn, I’ve missed this.
The revelation shocked him. He had missed this. In college, he’d idly thought on more than one occasion that it would be nice to find a woman who could settle down with both of them on a permanent basis. He didn’t mind sharing a woman with his brother. Allan could be there for her when he couldn’t, and vice versa. She’d have twice the love to keep her happy, twice the support.
Twice the cocks.
And knowing that he wanted to be a cop, it meant she’d have someone to help her with her grief if she ever received the same call their mom had. And Allan would have someone to lean on as well.
Together.
He didn’t resist when Libbie rolled in his arms and nuzzled around until she found his half-stiff cock and sucked it between her lips.
With his eyes closed and his head flung back, he leaned against 132 Tymber Dalton
the pillows with his hands buried in her hair and enjoyed the way she went down on him.
Perfect. She was absolutely perfect.
And they didn’t dare put her in danger.
He shoved the thought out of his mind and let the scorching heat of her mouth suck him completely hard again.
When he felt the bed move, he cracked an eye open and saw Allan had helped her roll completely onto her tummy, her ass in the air, and was lining up his condom-sheathed cock for another go at her pussy.
He closed his eyes and stroked her hair while Allan fucked her, driving her onto his cock with each stroke. She was so good, so perfect. Then her fingers cupped his balls and he groaned, trying to hold back and make it last.
The click of the vibrator again, and Libbie’s loud moan vibrated throughout his body via his cock. When she came, he quit holding back and let his balls empty stream after stream of cum down her throat. After a minute or so, the vibrator shut off, and she fell limp into his lap while Allan frantically fucked her to finish as well.
Now worn out, the two men collapsed on either side of her, their arms wrapped around her.
This has to be the best night of my life.
It’s a Sweet Life
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Chapter Thirteen
Libbie awoke before dawn the next morning aching and unable to move. The aching wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and the “unable to move” part wasn’t related directly to the aching. It was due to the fact that Ken had his leg slung over hers, while Charles had an arm draped around her waist.
Wow.
She thought about the night before, everything that had happened.
Wow.
She craned her head around Charles to look at her alarm clock and saw she needed to get up in ten minutes to get ready to go downstairs.
Wow.
She didn’t want to move. The two sleeping men on each side of her were a warm bubble of goodness that made staying in bed and being an irresponsible business owner look like a totally acceptable option.
Wow.
Yes, as she took mental inventory of her bits and pieces, she found her ass felt pleasantly achy, her pussy felt completely and utterly plowed, and her clit still seemed to throb from the attention they’d given her the night before.
And they didn’t even get a chance to read my Kindle.
It was her soft snickers over that thought that awoke the men.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Charles said, pulling her in for a kiss.
Then Ken grabbed her and kissed her, too. “How do you feel?”
She nodded. “Not bad. Sore in the good ways.” Totally truthful because the rest of her body, other than the miscellaneous aches she 134 Tymber Dalton
knew were due to their wild sex, felt good.
Damn good.
Ken glanced at the clock, then sat up. “I know, you have to get ready.”
She let out a sigh. “Yeah.”
He scooted down the bed and had her legs pushed apart before she could protest. “Can’t send you down there frustrated.” He buried his head between her legs and flicked her clit with his tongue.
She’d started to protest that they didn’t have time, then gave up and let Charles kiss her. Ken was as skilled as his cousin in the oral department. He had her coming in just a couple of minutes.
When he sat up and grinned at her, she couldn’t help but laugh at the pleased look on his face. “From now on, baby, every morning, you don’t set foot out of this apartment until we’ve made you come at least once.”
Her heart shivered in her chest. “Okay,” she squeaked.
“Such a good girl,” Charles said as he kissed her again.
Ken helped her get out of bed. “Well, obviously, if you’re really in a lot of pain, or you know, it’s that time of the month, we’ll take a rain check.” He pulled her to him and kissed her as the heat from his body rolled through her. “We’ll just make you come extra hard the next time.”
Charles stepped out of bed and joined them, his firm body pressed along her back.
And his stiff cock pressed against the seam of her ass.
Fuck it, I can be late once. “What about you guys?” she asked. “I feel bad leaving you hanging.”
Ken and Charles exchanged a glance and smiled at her. Ken helped her sit on the floor at the end of the bed as both men sat in front of her on the bed, their cocks ready. They placed her hands on their cocks. “Have fun,” Charles said.