She searched his eyes and he paused before saying his next words. “I think the three of us will make a lovely couple, er, threesome. Bree, we want you in our lives. Permanently.”
So there it was. Dumbfounded, she swallowed and hooked her gaze into Carson’s. Slowly, she dragged it away and then connected with Jake.
Both of them?
Would that satisfy her want for variety? Give her what she needed in a relationship?
“You did say earlier, sweetheart, that one man was not enough for you.”
That, she did.
She took a moment to think. Reflect. And wonder…
“I have only one request,” she told them finally.
“Your wish is our command.” Jake reached for her hand and held it.
She nodded. “All right. Put the blindfold back on me and take away the straps. I have a feeling I am going to need both of my hands. But for our first time together, I don’t want to see. I just want to feel and meld you together in my head.”
And heart.
I just want to feel, experience, and fall in love with you both. I don’t want to think about who is who, and who is doing what.
She paused and watched both of their eyes grow round. “Now, please. Green.”
The last thing she saw was Jake moving toward her with the blindfold. He fastened it snug around her eyes, then moved to rest beside her on the bed. Carson joined them on the opposite side. For a little while, she lay there sandwiched between them, absorbing the heat of their bodies and relishing in the musky smell of men, plural, flanking her.
Turning on one side, she nuzzled into the body on her left. Jake, she was certain. Carson spooned her from behind. Hands wandered over her body from both sides and she simply closed her eyes and let the scene play out in her head behind the silky scrap of fabric.
Being the center of attention between two virile males was definitely not a bad thing, she confessed to herself. There was no hint of resistance even, to whether she should or shouldn’t do this. It just seemed right. And the more they smoothed their big male hands over her torso and hips and breasts, the more she was just lost, resigned to live in the moment.
They soon felt like one being.
Jake wasn’t Jake and Carson wasn’t Carson and Bree wasn’t even Bree anymore. Their bodies writhed and rubbed and angled over each other, reminding her of kittens at play; their lean lengths stretched and limber, their actions uninhibited, their passions ready to pop.
A hand slipped between her thighs from the rear. Fingers groped and toyed with her ass. She spread her legs and allowed him access. Her pussy was hot, she could tell, and wet. Her thighs sticky with her nectar. A manly groan from behind her came forth and each of their bodies shifted position. Suddenly, Bree was up on her knees, with strong hands firmly placed just above her hips, holding her steady. She had one man behind her and one in front of her.
Her sense of touch, or near touch, was heightened. She could sense their presence.
The one behind smoothed his hands over her ass and settled himself close. With his mouth, he started at her inner thigh and nibbled his way up toward her core. In the meantime, the other man’s hands took her face into his palms and angled her toward him. A soft something brushed against her cheek…something smooth as velvet.
“Yes,” she told him. “Cock.” She wanted his cock. It didn’t matter if it was Jake or Carson, she wanted a cock her mouth.
Now.
Soon her desire was granted. A firm head of kid-leather soft flesh pushed against her mouth. She parted her lips and curled them over him, taking his head into her wetness. Bracing herself with one hand against the mattress, she grasped him with the other to steady him as she licked. The length and size made her wonder if it was Jake, but she couldn’t be certain, even though she was quite familiar with his organ. Wouldn’t it be lovely if they both had cocks to rival a bull in heat?
What a lucky girl she would be.
That would certainly keep her home nights, wouldn’t it?
She stroked with her tongue, playing over him like she was licking an ice cream cone and had to catch every drip; she circled him, tasting the salty drops of moisture at his tip, and smiled at the fullness he brought to her mouth.
She pulled him deeper into her throat.
Her mouth filled and stretched by him was heavenly. She anticipated that same sensation in other ways and areas of her body, very soon.
Hands went to her head, holding her still, and the cock in her mouth began a slow and sure piston-like motion in and out. She felt the thrusts of his hips, and sensed him as he drew nearer, and then back again from her face.
Behind her, the kisses on her inner thighs were moving closer to her core. Fingers spread her ass cheeks, exploring. Arching her back, she spread her legs a little to allow him easier access. A finger probed her hole and she moaned. He stroked, in and out, and added another finger to fill her vagina. Still nibbling, he worked his way up her leg and sent brief kisses down her crack. His tongue lightly rimmed her asshole, sending a thrill of delight straight through her.
She sucked cock harder.
Licking with broad strokes now, the tongue at her pussy laved over her perineum then slipped inside her vagina. He lanced into her with parries and thrusts…in and out…in and out… She grew lightheaded with over stimulation. Unexpectedly, her labia was caught between his lips and drawn into his mouth. He covered her opening and sucked hard. It was a different feeling, being pulled into him like that.
Bree shuddered. Hard.
Filled with a cock in front, and being teased and toyed with tongue from behind, made her lose all sense of time and place and inhibition. She was lost. And dammit, didn’t care.
“Oh, fuck…”
The sensation of tumbling overtook her and they worked to change positions on the bed. They rolled and she ended up on top of one man, straddling him.
“There,” he said. “Ride me.”
Eager to please and intrigued to find out what next was in store, she mounted her man’s rigid cock and relished in the feel of the over-sized organ in her pussy. “Oh, shit…” she said. “I like that.”
“You’ll like this, too,” came the other voice.
He was patient and that was a good thing. Leaning forward, she braced herself on the broad chest below. The man beneath steadied her with his hands on her forearms. Curling her fingers over his muscled breast, she leisurely moved up and down on his cock. All the while, behind her, her other lover was preparing to fuck her ass.
His fingers where wet, she supposed with lubricant, as he circled and teased at the pucker of her hole.
“Shit,” she heard the curse from behind. “I want inside you.”
Her body responded to his ministrations. Her hole opened and flowered. He probed deeper with a digit and she felt the pressure from inside her vagina. The man beneath her groaned and she lay flat against his chest, her ass up, her mouth poised at a nipple. A strong urge to suck came over her, and so she did, fiddling with this erect nipple.
Fingers threaded through her hair, then wound themselves tightly in her locks, holding her against him.
The deeper the finger in her ass stroked, the faster she rode cock on the man between her legs.
At once, she stilled, when the head of another dick slid down her crack and slipped over her slick perineum. She waited, expecting him to move back up to enter and fill her ass.
He didn’t.
The pushing came lower, where she was already impaled with one huge cock. Thumbs spread her apart. Fingers dipped inside, skimming along the dick that had already claimed her pussy.
“I want in there, too.”
The man beneath her growled and cried out, “Yes…”
The cock behind was dancing over and around the one stroking inside her. He guided his dick with a hand and teased his partner’s cock, as well as her clit and vagina. Both men jerked their bodies with excited thrusts. Bree grew wild with the need for both of them to be inside her at the same time.