“Lie down,” I instruct Ransom after I release him from my mouth. He does as directed, stretching his long frame beside mine.
I look to Tucker, who is still between my legs, his sex still wet with my release. “You too.”
I’m sandwiched between two of the sexiest men alive, wondering what the hell I plan to do with them. I turn to Tucker first, who is at my right and kiss his lips. Still ravenous and on the edge of orgasm, he eagerly snakes his tongue in my mouth, devouring every one of my soft whimpers. His hand trails up to knead my breasts, just the way he knows I like it. Breathless, I pull away and turn to Ransom. He gazes back with dark, hooded eyes, his sensual lips parted in expectation. I give him my mouth, my tongue. I give him my heart in that kiss, and let him taste my soul. I drink his anguish and lick love letters on his lips.
I kiss Ransom like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, hoping that somewhere in the midst of our lust he can taste the goodbye that I can’t bring myself to say. Because that’s what tonight will have to be: goodbye. When I pull away, the desolation in his stare tells me that he knows it too.
Tucker is still hard and ready behind me, his hands roaming my body in search of release. If we’re here to push the limits of our marriage, I’m going to take this opportunity to put it all on the table. I may not ever get another chance.
“I want to feel you,” I whisper to him, turning my head to look at him from over my shoulder. I reach behind me to stroke the hardened flesh that’s sliding between my cheeks and take it one step further, placing the tip of him at my puckered entrance to show him exactly where I want to feel him. Tucker has never been willing to try it. He’d always been too afraid of hurting me. But now that we’re here, throwing every speck of inhibition to the wind, there’s no better time like the present.
As I expect, shock and alarm flash across his features, but he quickly tamps it down. “Is that what you really want?”
I stare back with unshakeable certainty, despite the coiled doubt in my belly. “I do.”
I lift my gaze to find Justice staring back at me. Without a word, he strides over to us and extends his palm to Tucker, revealing a small tube of lube. With the tentative tips of his fingers, my husband receives it then looks over my shoulder to Ransom. Something passes between the men, something that encourages Ransom to grasp my thigh and drape my leg over his hip.
This is happening. Against all my better judgment, against the niggling voice in my head that tells me to shut this shit down right now and escape with my marred dignity and what’s left of my marriage, I’m seriously going to do this.
I look up to find that Justice is still looming over us, his expression terse. When our eyes meet, the line of his bowed lips tightens until they’re completely white. I know how he feels about me and what I’m destroying in this moment. But he’s made his living off building fantasies, even for those who don’t deserve them, like the sexist, spineless husbands who would send their wives to him for instruction. Even for people like me, the twisted, the weak, the unfulfilled. His nostrils flare just subtly before he takes a step back. However, that’s all the distance he puts between us. He wants to see. He may deal with every sordid type of sex there is, but he is still a man.
With my leg angled like this, my sex open and so close to his, I hold my breath, awaiting contact. I turn back to Ransom and gaze up into those dark, sultry eyes, seeking comfort and solitude. I can hear the shuffling of Tucker fiddling with the lube. When the cold gel touches my inflamed skin, I nearly yelp in surprise. It’s only Ransom’s face and his tight hold on my thigh that stills me.
Without warning, he crushes his lips to mine, wrapping me up in an intense kiss that steals the oxygen from my lungs. He tastes like the sweetest sin, his mouth as captivating as the lyrics that fall from his tongue. I’m losing myself in him when I feel a prick of pressure behind me. Instinctively, I try to fight against it, but Ransom just holds me tighter and pulls my leg wider, giving Tucker more room to push inside me. I squirm and groan, but Ransom just absorbs it all, continuing to kiss me deeper and hold me tighter.
When Tucker pushes in to the hilt, we all sigh audibly. He kisses my hair and shoulders, kneading my ass as he allows me to adjust to his size. I know he’s still afraid to hurt me, but the way that he’s pulsing deep inside me and groaning with the need to move, tells me that he likes it too. He feels so good here that I want to cry. Not only from the physical sensation, but from the fact that he’s overcome so many of his hang-ups, all out of love for me. I turn to him and smile lazily, basking in his body connected with mine. He kisses me slowly, tasting Ransom on my tongue, when he begins to move his hips. I gasp into his mouth, but he doesn’t stop. His strokes are gentle and unhurried, but each one fills me to the brim, making it difficult to do much more than let my head fall back onto his shoulder and moan his name. Tuck isn’t as long as Ransom, but he’s a good bit thicker, and right now, I can feel every strong inch of him caressing places that he’s never dared to touch before.
Ransom’s hands slide up to my breasts where he rolls my nipples between his callused fingers. I cry out at the sensation, but I need . . . more. I need to be stimulated everywhere. I need him to fill me too.
I pull his lips to mine as I reach between us to stroke his length. Ransom moans into my mouth, only encouraging me further. I guide him to my slickness and rub the tip of him against my swollen mound. It feels indescribable, and soon I’m panting with the mounting need to come.
“I need you,” I nearly beg. “I need you right now.”
Ransom wastes no time hoisting my leg up to his waist and angling his body to meet mine. Tucker keeps a steady rhythm, restraining himself, and Ransom is able to slip in easily.
We all pause to take a breath and contemplate the severity of this crucial moment. Both men are inside me, making love to each other through me. While their hands and mouths and cocks may only be reserved for me, they can’t deny the intimacy of this act. We’ll forever be connected—the three of us. Even after tonight, after I send Ransom away, Tucker and I will be forever stained by the pleasure we all shared.
The guys move slowly at first, testing to see how much my body can take. Tucker pushes in, Ransom pulls out. They alternate like this with shallow, languid strokes. I’m so unbelievably full that I feel like I’m to the point of bursting. Still, when Tucker increases his tempo and presses in deeper, prompting Ransom to do the same, I can’t imagine euphoria feeling much better than this. I’m floating, so high that I may kiss the sky. I never knew that it could be like this, and now that I’ve felt bliss and tasted heaven, I don’t know how I could ever go back to how things were before.
I want both men. I need them. And if that makes me immoral or selfish or whorish, then so be it. But I won’t deny what I am. I won’t pretend any longer.
It doesn’t take long before we’re all shaking with the need for climax. Ransom is panting in front of me, eyes shut tight, lower lip sucked between his teeth. I nuzzle into the space under his chin and kiss his neck. With trembling fingers, he cups my cheek, turning my face up to meet his. The very second I see those heavy-lidded eyes, rimmed in anguish, I gasp aloud. I want to say something—do something—but it’s too late. My body wins out over my emotions, and sends me into a climax that shakes heaven and earth. I pulse wildly around them both, and I start to feel Tucker quivering behind me, his own orgasm coursing through him. But Ransom . . . Ransom continues to watch me as he thrusts into me, the fear and pain in his stare so jarring that I’m afraid to look away.
I’d have shot down the moon for you