Bracing her hands by his head, she straddled the outside of his thighs and rubbed on him like a cat. Purring at the sensation of his chest hair tickling her ni**les. Dipping low to feel his washboard abs tightening against the softer curve of her lower belly.
The bed jostled. Another pair of calloused hands drifted down her back, eliciting a full-body tremble. Fingers dipped into the dimples above her hips, then followed the crack of her ass, past her tailbone and anus, stopping at the wet mouth of her sex. Hank groaned. “Lord, woman, I do love how you heat up.”
Kyle’s hands left her hair as he ended the kiss. “Bring them ni**les up here while Hank gets you ready for us.”
“I’m ready now,” she murmured, nipping at the cord straining in Kyle’s neck. “Really ready.”
Hands kneaded her ass, pulling her butt cheeks apart. A slick digit brushed her ass**le as Kyle’s hot mouth started working her nipple. She barely noticed when a finger breached the opening. But she definitely felt the second finger.
Hank’s razor stubble scored her spine and he murmured, “Relax a little.”
“Lift up onto your knees,” Kyle said. He placed his hands on her hips, keeping his molten gaze between their bodies. “Take me in, sugar.”
Lainie aligned his c**k to her pu**y, smiling at the visual, despite the now, now, now, screaming in her head for her to just slam down until he was buried deep.
“What’s that smile for?”
“Talk about a Jolly Green Giant.”
Hank’s chuckle against her skin vibrated up the nape of her neck.
She looked at him over her shoulder. “What color condom are you sporting?”
He grinned. “Yellow. Feel free to comment about a yellow submarine bein’ long, thick, hard, and filled with seamen.”
Lainie couldn’t help it; she giggled.
“Can we get to the f**king good part and save the jokes for later?” Kyle prompted.
Locking their gazes, Lainie dropped her hips and took him in completely. She lifted and lowered, squeezing her pu**y muscles around his cock. Oh, yeah. That was so good.
Kyle groaned.
A hand landed in the middle of her back and pushed her forward. “My turn,” Hank breathed in her ear. He circled the wet tip of his c**k around her puckered entrance and was balls-deep in her anal passage in one quick thrust.
Pain. A burning that made her want to scream. The feeling of fullness—of being overfilled—caused a moment’s panic. Lainie bore down on both cocks.
“Sweet f**king Christ,” Hank gritted out behind her. “Do it again.”
“It hurts.” She arched her neck and closed her eyes.
“I’m sure.” A tender caress floated up her back. “It’ll get better, darlin’; it has before, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That wasn’t real convincing.”
Because I’m not convinced.
Just breathe. In. Out. You wanted this.
Kyle’s hands framed her face. “Lainie. Sugar, look at me.”
Her lids flipped open and she stared into Kyle’s eyes.
“You want to stop?”
Yes! “Um. I don’t know.”
“It’s okay. Let us take care of you.” He pressed his mouth to hers and started kissing her in his take-no-prisoners way. While Kyle brought her back to the level of passion they’d started at, Hank touched her. Trailing those wonderful rough-skinned hands up her wrists and arms. Across her shoulders and neck. Zigzagging her spine from top to bottom. Even the backs of her thighs and calves received his tender caresses.
Mesmerizing touches and hypnotic kisses relaxed her to the point that she began to move on Kyle. Slowly at first, until she realized rubbing against Kyle’s pelvis abraded her clit. The faster she moved the more intense it felt.
“That’s it. You’re in control,” Kyle whispered against her lips.
Hank just kept touching her, staying with her as she rode Kyle, but holding back. Reverting to the gentlemanly Hank.
But she didn’t want to hold anyone back. She wanted to feel that burning edge of desire full force.
Even if it hurts?
Maybe especially if it hurt.
Lainie lifted her mouth from Kyle’s. “Hank.”
That was all she needed to say.
He pulled out until his c**k head rested against her sphincter and closed around the crown. Then he plunged his shaft back in to the root.
She slid forward at the same time Hank withdrew. When she pushed down onto Kyle’s cock, Hank thrust into her back channel. That sharp scrape against the sensitive tissues, feeling both cocks wedged so tightly inside her, separated only by a thin membrane . . . was erotic as hell.
A half snarl sounded and Hank’s hips pistoned faster. Lainie attempted to match his pace, but she couldn’t. So they began a countermovement—Hank’s c**k in, Kyle’s out—and an entirely different, more intense sensation zipped through her blood and pulsed between her thighs.
Close. So close.
“That’s it, baby. Take us with you,” Kyle said. He jacked his pelvis up and his body stiffened beneath hers as he came.
Hank followed a second later with a hoarse shout. She swore she felt the heat of his ejaculate through the latex as his c**k jerked against her tight bowels.
She shifted her pubic bone, searching for the perfect friction on her clit, and it was right there. Like a sudden storm, her orgasm burst free, tightening her pu**y, compressing her anal muscles around the male flesh invading her body. Her clit spasmed and her vision dimmed as pleasure washed over her in an eruption of heat and light.