Tyler slipped two fingers inside her ready entrance and she arched to meet him, trying to thrust against his hand.
“Do you like that, baby?” Thomas asked.
She moaned her assent as she took him deeper into her mouth, using one hand to stroke the rest of his shaft and the other to play with his heavy sac.
Tyler wanted to plunge inside her. With his tongue and lips he suckled her swollen nub, making her scream around Thomas’ shaft as she climaxed.
“That’s a good girl,” Tyler whispered as he lifted his head from between her legs, kissing her tummy. “That was very good, sweetheart.”
He knelt between her legs and grabbed her hips, sliding into her ready heat, holding still for a moment to savor the feeling. She trembled, gasping, the last echoes of her orgasm still resounding within her.
Thomas pulled his stiff cock from her mouth. She groaned with disappointment.
“You lay back and enjoy it, sugar.” He got out of bed and disappeared to the bathroom.
She focused on Tyler’s eyes as he slowly stroked into her.
“You’re my sweet angel,” he whispered. “Aren’t you?”
She nodded, pulling him down, kissing him. She felt the bed move and they realized Thomas had returned. Tyler jumped, breaking their kiss to glance over his shoulder, then turned to her and closed his eyes. “Mmm. Oh…yes.”
Thomas knelt behind Tyler and dropped a bottle of lube to the bed.
Ah. Now she knew why he went to the bathroom.
Tyler opened his eyes and kissed her again, holding still while Thomas gently slid his cock past Tyler’s rim with a satisfied grunt.
Nevvie rolled her hips under Tyler and he gasped, bending his head to her neck. “Oh, sweetheart…yes.” He gently bit down on her shoulder with a satisfied moan, sucking, shifting his hips against Thomas.
Nevvie wrapped her arms around Tyler and met Thomas’ eyes. He caressed Tyler’s back, his hands settling on his lover’s hips as he took long, slow strokes.
Tyler trembled in her arms, moaning. She’d have a hell of a hickey in the morning, and she loved it.
“That’s it, baby,” Nevvie whispered in his ear, stroking his hair. “I want to feel you come for us.”
The men found a rhythm. As Tyler moaned, Thomas’ eyes never wavered from hers. Tyler’s strokes into her grew deeper, harder, faster. As his breath came in shallower gasps, she knew he was close and nodded to Thomas.
He closed his eyes, his lower lip caught under his teeth as he struggled to hold back. With a loud cry Tyler jerked, spasming, burying himself deep inside her as he came. She held on tightly as Thomas took his cue, his last several strokes faster, before he cried out and fell on top of Tyler.
They all caught their breath, Thomas the first to recover. “You okay down there, Nev?”
She kissed Tyler’s damp forehead. His eyes were closed, his head resting on her shoulder. “I’m okay. I think we wore our poor guy out.”
“Mmm hmm.”
She felt the bed move as Thomas withdrew and went to the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a washcloth and cleaned Tyler before stretching out beside them, his hand on Tyler’s back.
“You okay, sugar?” Thomas asked him.
“Mmm hmm.”
Nevvie smiled and looked at Thomas. “I’m telling you, we wore him out.”
“Am I smooshing you, love?” Tyler mumbled.
“No. You’re fine where you are.”
Thomas turned off the lights and pulled the sheet over all three of them. He nuzzled against them, and within a few minutes, they fell asleep.
The weather was nice enough to take the bike. They left at seven the next morning, making Ft.Myers before lunch. Nevvie helped Thomas and the site manager sort through the paperwork issues, including arranging a conference call with one of their environmental specialists to try to resolve the confusion. They knocked off at six. The snafu wasn’t untangled, but should be by the next afternoon.
They rode to the same hotel and checked in. Nevvie was surprised to find the sundress and sandals packed in the saddlebags with their other things.
She held them up. “Whose idea was this?”
Thomas grinned. “Tyler’s I suppose, but a damned good one.”
They went to dinner and enjoyed the evening, skipping the tiki bar. Nevvie recalled their earlier visit, and by the time they returned to their room her passion had warmed to a low boil. Thomas started emptying his pockets and turned to look at her.
“What?”
She smiled and launched herself at him, much as she had the previous time. He was a quick study and grabbed her, his hands cupping her ass, grinding his hips into hers, falling to the bed on top of her.
“You don’t have to stop this time, Tommy,” she whispered, nibbling his neck.
“Damn straight,” he growled, his hands running under her dress and yanking down her panties.
When he had them off he unzipped his pants and freed his cock, grabbing her hips and sinking hard and deep into her with a satisfied moan. Then he held still for a moment, his forehead touching hers.
“Jesus, I love you.”
She kissed him, her tongue stroking his. “I love you too. Now fuck me, goddammit.”
He grinned and slammed home again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting to meet his hips. “That’s it,” she said, her voice hoarse with passion. “I want you to fuck me hard, Tommy.”
“Don’t you want to come, sugar?” But he didn’t slow his deep, powerful thrusts.
“Later. Right now I want you to fuck me. You know you want to. Fuck me harder than you ever have.”
“Yes!” He did, pounding into her, drawing satisfied grunts from both. It wasn’t long before he felt his climax nearing.
Her nails raked his back, her hands slipping on his shirt. “Come on, fuck me baby, do it, pound that cock into me.”
“Shit!” He came, collapsing onto her, trying to catch his breath. He finally rolled onto his side, taking her with him. “Baby girl, you’re wild. Wow.”
She snuggled tight against him, knowing he’d take care of her soon enough. “I know you love it like that sometimes. I do, too.” He couldn’t be that rough with Tyler because it would hurt him. Nevvie, however, enjoyed it. They waited for the rare times when Tyler wasn’t around, to unleash. Both understood it might worry Tyler seeing them like that, and they never acted that rough together around Tyler.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Did I sound like it?” she purred.
He laughed, hugging her. “You’re amazing.” He rolled her on top of him and lifted her sundress off while she worked on his shirt buttons. His phone was still clipped to his belt on his pants, which had dropped to around his knees. He dialed Tyler and handed her the phone, nudging her off him while he removed his shoes and pants.
“Hello, Master,” she purred into the phone. She put it in speaker mode and laid it on the bed.
“Jesus, Nevvie, you know what that does to me,” Tyler said.
She laid back and looked at Thomas while he straddled her. “That’s the point, Master.” Thomas kissed her.
“Did you wear the sundress to dinner?”
“Ah, so it was you.”
“Of course. And?”
“And what?”
“Did you finish any unfinished business?”
Thomas shook his head and grinned. “Fucking spooky, Ty. You really are, I’m not kidding.” Nevvie gasped when he took one of her nipples in his mouth and suckled it, teasing it into a hard pebble.
“I’m assuming our girl needs a little relief?”
Thomas moved to her other nipple. “That’s the idea.”
“Mmm. I’m sitting here in bed, stroking myself, my eyes closed, imagining what she must look like freshly fucked and laying there with that delicious smile on her face, ready for us to make her come. Do you want to come, sweetheart?”