She nodded because she couldn’t speak, the excitement had stolen her breath.
She’d never had anal sex, hadn’t really even considered it before, but now she was dying for it. Wanted him to bend her over and fulfill his promise to her.
He didn’t answer, but he did run his lips down her throat until he opened his mouth over the juncture of her neck and shoulders and bit on the tendon.
Crying out, she felt herself falling forward, felt her breasts crushed against Greg’s broad chest, his cock still embedded deep inside.
Tyler’s hands began a slow slide down her back, teasing, petting, kneading, until he reached her ass.
Then he caressed, warming her until she was sure her skin had to be bright red.
The difference in the angle of penetration caused her to arch her back and Greg thrust, short and sharp, to keep himself seated as deep as he could.
She wanted to move again, felt like she had to move, but the men holding her between them had taken back the control. They made the rules and she obeyed.
At the feel of cool liquid dribbling between her ass cheeks, she moaned. When Tyler’s fingers followed, rubbing the slickness around the smaller, puckered entrance, she held her breath.
“Breathe, Kate.” Greg’s voice was followed by another thrust that gave him even more depth than she thought possible at this angle. “We don’t want you to pass out. Trust me, you’ll want to be awake for this.”
“Then you better hurry because I’m going to take care of this myself if you don’t.”
Both men laughed, though neither released more than a breath of air. She felt it to her bones.
“Trust me, sweetheart.” Tyler pressed his thumb against the tiny hole. “You don’t want us to hurry. You want us to take our time.”
When he breached her, the pressure on such sensitive tissues made her gasp. And that was only his thumb. How the hell was she going to take his much thicker cock?
She didn’t have a lot of time for rational thought after that because he began to do wicked things with that thumb.
Twisting. Stretching. Making her ready.
She tried to stay still, didn’t have a choice, really, because Greg held her so tightly, but the need to move had become a necessity. And the need for release pushed her into a state of fevered awareness.
Greg’s cock felt like an iron pole shoved inside her, heating her from the inside. Tyler’s thumb felt cool as he pressed further.
At first, he used only the tip, but as she squirmed, he sank to the first knuckle. And still she wanted more.
She bore down and heard both men groan. The sound of their desire fueled the fire consuming her. She became a creature of pure sensation, living only for the next release.
Turning her head, she bit Greg’s neck, felt him buck beneath her. Heard him swear, one hand moving from her hips to her neck, where he pressed her closer.
“Fuck, Tyler. Do her. Now.”
Greg’s words barely penetrated her brain but she knew what he wanted.
“Yes. Do me. Tyler, please, just—”
She moaned as she felt Tyler’s thumb retreat only to be replaced by the broad tip of his newly sheathed cock, so much bigger than his thumb. With one hand spread across her lower back, he held her still as he pushed forward.
Oh, God. Yes. That’s what she needed. That bite of pain. That sense of too much.
And it was too much. In the best way possible. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.
She could only hold on while Tyler began to move. So slowly at first, it was almost excruciating. Every nerve ending in her lower body flared, sending confused signals. Pain. Pleasure.
But not enough of either.
“More.”
Greg’s breath bathed her neck in moist heat just before he turned her head and took her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, giving into the wildness of his kiss as Tyler continued to press forward, filling her until he had nowhere else to go.
When he stopped and held steady, she felt Greg still as well, pulling away from her mouth.
No, no, no. That’s not—
Greg began to retreat and the nerve endings in her pussy began to pop and snap in response. She clamped around Greg, around Tyler, making it harder for Greg to move.
Still he managed enough to shoot her straight to the edge of orgasm as he thrust back in. But then Tyler began to move and her overloaded system lost all hold on her response.
The men began a wicked rhythm, rocking her between them, pumping inside her with smooth strokes. She sensed their control, the way they coordinated each motion to maximize her pleasure.
So much. Almost too much.
She felt as if she had too much energy contained in her body. Too much emotion.
Tears formed, but she wasn’t upset. With her face buried in Greg’s neck, she reached behind her, searching for a connection to Tyler.
He caught her hand, linking his fingers with hers as she bent her arm across her back. That point of contact anchored her even as she felt the first ripple of orgasm filter through her.
“Jesus, Kate. You feel so fucking amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”
Tyler’s lust-infused voice pushed her past ripples and into a full-blown orgasm that tore a cry from her throat as both channels contracted.
“Ah, fuck.” Greg groaned, the sound penetrating through his chest into hers. “Can’t—”
She had the sensation of falling even though her body was impaled by and sandwiched between two men. She let her climax implode, sucking both men along with her.
Seventeen
Greg returned to his room when Tyler carried Kate back to his apartment.
He’d wondered if Greg would follow, but he just brushed a kiss against Kate’s temple and waved good night before disappearing.
Tyler didn’t have enough brain cells left to form a coherent argument for Greg to come with them. And right now, it wasn’t a major priority.
There’d be time enough tomorrow to figure out what the hell was going on with his friend.
Kate was mostly asleep as he walked to the bathroom, but he knew she’d sleep better if she had a shower.
“Oh, don’t even think about taking me anywhere but to bed.” She punctuated her words with a tug on his hair. “I’m tired. Want to sleep.”
Smiling, he set her feet on the floor but kept her upright by holding her against his side as he turned the taps in the shower. “You will. But you need a shower.”
“Hmm. I guess that’ll be okay. But put my hair up. And you’re doing all the work.”
He laughed, loving the grumpy tone of her voice, the warmth of her body. The way her cheek felt against his chest. “I’m fine with that, considering that’s what I’ve been doing anyway for the past couple of hours.”
Her hands clenched against his back and her fingernails dug into his skin. Though he doubted he’d be able to get it up again, at least until tomorrow morning, his brain registered the fact that he really, really wanted to.
“And you do it so well.”
She sighed then, the rush of air against his chest sparking a more tender emotion. One he hadn’t felt in years. Now wasn’t the time to blurt it out like a lovesick teenager who’d just gotten laid for the first time.
He was a grown man who knew enough to realize the first time he told a woman he loved her, it should be special.
At the very least, she should be awake enough to appreciate the words.
The woman in his arms could barely keep her eyes open, even though she held on to him with a tight grip.
Almost as tight as his.
The water warmed while he turned to grab an elastic band from the kit she’d left on his vanity.
With a few twists of her hands, she had her hair gathered into a sexy, messy mass on top of her head. He couldn’t wait to let it fall again.