“I don’t recommend taunting us.” Luc’s voice sounded strained.
She wriggled again, and flashed him a come-hither smile. He hissed in a breath.
“I’ll stop taunting if you’ll start fucking.”
“Deal,” Deke growled, even as he eased back—then plunged forward in a killer stroke, punctuated by a little pinch of her clit.
Kimber yelped, but it did no good when Luc’s mouth covered hers and he teased her with a slow, friction-fantastic withdrawal just as Deke surged all the way inside her ass. Then they reversed, Deke drawing back, Luc arching his hips and shoving into her swollen sex with every inch he had. They repeated the process again and again, their mouths, fingers, and cocks relentless.
Like a well-oiled machine, they worked her. Clearly, they had done this before—
lots. They knew exactly how to work with and around each other to maximize everything she was experiencing. She no more than had an inkling that something would feel good before one of them was all over it, making it happen…making it blindingly sublime.
In minutes, sensation overwhelmed her. Her whole body shook as the ache swelled between her legs, grew, expanded, multiplied faster than she could deal with. Breathing nearly came to a stop as she used all her energy to move with them and handle the onslaught of pleasure they kept throwing her way.
“You’re about to come,” Luc whispered against her mouth. “I’m dying to feel you again.”
She was dying, period. Overwhelmed, overpowered. The sensations were huge, almost frightful. Everything inside her fixated on the hot rhythm of the two cocks working in and out of her body, insistent fingers plucking and twisting, two mouths breathing, laving, biting…demanding.
“You’re not going to outlast us, kitten,” Deke vowed. Luc stroked deep inside her, until she felt him nudging her womb, shooting off a new barrage of sparks that battered her selfcontrol. Deke included a gentle pinch of his thumb and forefingers to her clit, then a blindsiding little rub that spelled the demise of her restraint.
Sensation shot her straight up into the stars. Her body shivered, bucked, as her womb convulsed, her sex contracted, and pleasure torched her body. She spun into a realm beyond her imagination. Her throat stung, and she realized suddenly it was because she couldn’t stop screaming. Orgasm was always a fabulous experience, but this wasn’t just a big O, it was ginormous, threatening to consume her as the pleasure poured all over her.
“Oh, damn.. Hell! I—”
Luc didn’t have to finish his sentence for Kimber to know that he was about to follow her in orgasm.
“No! Suck it up,” Deke growled to his cousin. “We’ve waited too long to lose it like teenagers.”
After a sharp peak, climax let Kimber down gently. The warm honey of languor spread sweetly.
Luc wasn’t so lucky. As she regained her wits, she watched him in fascination as he tensed, shook, sucked in a harsh breath, and fought with squinted eyes and clenched fists. Tendons striped his neck. His cock had never felt so hard inside her.
Finally, he let out a shaky breath. “Bastard.”
“As long as you hold it in and fuck her until she comes again, you can call me whatever the hell you want.”
“Again?” Kimber gasped. “Deke, I don’t think I can—”
“You can. I know your body. You’re like a temperamental car. Once you’re engine is warmed up, it’s easy to rev you repeatedly. It’s getting your motor to purr the first time that’s a bitch.”
And he was damned determined to make her motor purr like it never had. She might have regrets later about the choice to give him her virginity and engage in full ménage with them, but until then, he intended to take her every chance he had to give her so much pleasure that any regrets would be all tangled in it.
Maybe then he’d have a chance of keeping her when the truth came out. Maybe.
Knowing that Luc’s self-control wasn’t on his side and that his own was fraying too fast for comfort, Deke started the dance into Kimber’s body again. Luc followed his lead. With each stroke, he gritted his teeth, fighting the crushing sensitivity.
He’d never felt so rigid and engorged. His thrusts grew rough. And Luc…he kept rhythm, but now wracked by tortured need, he wasn’t nearly as gentle as he had been. Deke hoped that worked in their favor.
As they began their efforts again, Kimber responded with pleasant moans and sweet ahs, like she was in the midst of a lovely afternoon, bathed in spring sunshine. Like she thought the sex was warm and enjoyable. Nothing earth-shattering. Totally unacceptable. Time to turn up the heat.
Deke leaned over her back and delved his fingers back into the slick flesh of her clit. As he had earlier, he used that alternating pressure—light on the top, friction on the sides, hard circles above.
In the span of a heartbeat, her body drew taut. Her clit swelled, hardened. She gave them a throaty growl between pants. Ah, yes. God, yes.
She writhed, trying to accommodate him and Luc deeper into the silken perfection of her body. She moved with them as Deke slid every hard inch across the electric hot zone inside her that begged to be stroked. And despite Luc hanging on by his fingernails, he was, no doubt, doing the same.
Kimber struggled against the quicksilver change in her body, Deke wasn’t having any of that. He wanted her drowning in pleasure.
“You don’t know how many times I imagined you between the two of us while we fucked you from anxiety to arousal, from arousal to orgasm,” Deke whispered in her ear. “Once wasn’t enough. Give it to us again. Take us with you.” Kimber glanced over her shoulder at him. A flush spread across her fair complexion. Her hazel eyes looked unfocused, dilated. Needy. Beautiful. Sweat trickled from his temples, filmed his chest. His insides burned with determination.
She was going to come again, damn it. He wasn’t giving up until she did.
“Damn,” Luc panted. “The more my cock swells, the more friction I feel from you.
And she keeps closing in on me. It’s mindblowing.”
“And it’s only going to get better. Give her everything you’ve got now.” The look of relief on Luc’s face would have been comical if Deke had been in the frame of mind to do anything but tunnel into Kimber over and over, to compel her into perfect surrender. Luc grabbed her hips, Deke her waist. They unleashed the well-practiced rhythm he knew would bring them all to climax.
But this was more. Last night, inside her pussy, the sensations had been different.
He’d been swamped, like a soldier on a mission with tangos all over him.
Overtaken. The sensations hadn’t all been in his dick.
Kimber hit him square in the chest, and everything he felt there splintered through his body, melding with the physical gratification that being inside her gave him.
Today was no different…except it was more intense. Holy hell. Being buried inside her, exposing his heart to more of her, was so damn dangerous, like walking a tightrope above a swamp full of hungry gators. He was only going to fall more every time he touched her. And someday…