Part 9 (2/2)

Connor pressed up behind her and reached around to untie the belt that held her robe closed. He opened it, then eased it off her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck. ”Have you ever had a.n.a.l s.e.x, Emily Anne?”

The one time Billy J had tried with her-without asking first-had been a terrible experience. He hadn't gotten very far before she'd managed to stop him. She hadn't let him near her again for weeks after that incident. Now that she thought about it, she probably should have been the one to dump him right then and there.

”No, I haven't.” And she would have sworn the idea would just raise her hackles. But...ah, the idea of having both of these men inside her body at the same time tickled more than just her fancy. She could have sworn that her c.l.i.t had just wiggled with excitement.

”Your nipples just beaded,” Mel said. ”Does that mean you're interested?”

”Can I be interested and leery at the same time?” Yes, she wanted these two men at the same time but she couldn't forget that one horrible experience.

”Of course you can. We can talk about it, and you can think about it, until you're ready to try,” Connor said. He kissed her shoulder again. ”You don't have to be afraid, sweetheart. We'd make sure you were well prepared, first.”

”How would you do that? Make sure I was prepared, first?”

”We'd begin by using our fingers for a little a.n.a.l play, and then we'd use b.u.t.t plugs,” Mel said. ”A series of plugs in graduated sizes that you could wear for a couple of hours at a time. They would work by stretching you so that when it came time to take one of our c.o.c.ks in your a.s.s, it wouldn't be as difficult or as painful for you as it might be, otherwise. The very last thing we want to do is hurt you.”

b.u.t.t plugs. Maybe one of the women at work could tell her about b.u.t.t plugs. Or...Emily Anne nearly smiled. She had another idea about who she could talk to about b.u.t.t plugs. She was planning on that trip over to Morehead and a certain ”boutique.” From what Rebecca Jessop had told her about Discretion, Emily Anne was willing to bet she'd find everything that she needed there.

”Okay. We'll talk about it. I want to try, I really do. I'm just apprehensive.”

Emily Anne felt Connor tense behind her. And then he kissed her shoulder again. ”Sweetheart, did someone try to have a.n.a.l s.e.x with you without preparing you first?”

Trust Connor to read her body language. ”You could say that.”

She couldn't see the look on his face, but judging by the way that Mel looked up and seemed to meet Connor's gaze, neither man was very happy to hear that.

”We'll take care of you, angel eyes. I promise.”

”I believe you.” She didn't want these men thinking for even one moment that she in any way put them in the same category as Billy J.

The steam from the tub rose up, a light, fresh scent that made her want to get wet, wild, and very wicked.

Mel reached out and stroked the underside of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her nipples drew even tighter than they already had. She leaned back against Connor, making a little ”mmm” sound when she realized his c.o.c.k was hard, poking against his jeans and pressing against her back and bottom.

”We can talk about b.u.t.t s.e.x later.” Mel gave her a grin that was full of fun and made her smile right back at him.

”All right. What do you want to talk about next?” She looked over her shoulder at Connor, then met Mel's gaze again.

”Well now, precious, I think it's safe to say that for the next segment of our program, words will be more or less superfluous.”

Feeling bolder than bold, she reached out and used a single finger to draw an imaginary line down the front of Mel's body. The cotton of his s.h.i.+rt and the denim of his jeans seemed a real travesty to her just then.

”I reckon that's fitting. But, lover, I really think you have to lose the clothes before we can proceed.”

”Hmm...I get the impression that you just want to see me naked.”

Emily Anne grinned. ”There's that investigative genius of yours at work. A very impressive demonstration, sir.”

”Why, Emily Anne Bancroft, you're a smart-a.s.s!”

”And you, Melvin Richardson, are still dressed.”

”So I am indeed, and will be so again, in a way, shortly.”

She tilted her head to the side, letting him know she didn't quite follow that particular verbal volley.

The look that came into his eyes was pure l.u.s.t, and Emily Anne's heart began to beat faster.

”I'll strip so that I'll be wearing nothing. And then I'm going to wear you.”

He kept his gaze locked with hers as he reached for the hem of his s.h.i.+rt. It was up and off in a heartbeat, and then he began to open his pants.

Standing behind her, Connor had stepped away from her for a few moments. She guessed he'd been busy undressing himself while she and Mel sparred. As soon as Mel began to undress, Connor pressed close against her once more. His heated flesh warmed hers, and his rigid c.o.c.k pressed against her back. He took her hands in his and raised her arms, bringing her hands behind his neck. She laced her fingers together, guessing that was what he wanted her to do.

”Good girl,” Connor said. ”Keep your hands there for a while, angel eyes.”

He slid his big, warm hands around her hips and let them rest on her stomach. He splayed his fingers there, and for the first time in a long time she didn't feel self-conscious, having a man touch that part of her body.

She felt incredibly s.e.xy, having one man's hands on her while she watched another one undress in front of her.

Connor moved his hands on her and she smiled. His palms weren't soft, either, and neither were Mel's. When they held her, she felt every inch a woman being held by real men.

”I like that look in your eyes. It says you want me.”

Her nipples beaded even tighter in response to Mel's husky tone. ”I do want you.”

Mel stepped up to her and bent to kiss her. Connor gently pulled her hands from around his neck and lowered them to his friend's shoulders.

Mel lifted her in his arms, cradling her with one arm around her back and the other under her knees. How easily he moved, sitting on the edge of the spa with her held in his arms, and then lowering them both to the bubbling froth at the same time.

She slid her arms around his neck and then laid her lips on his. She realized this was the first kiss she'd initiated with either man. She guessed she'd let them take the lead because they were, each of them, a lot more experienced than she. Plus, she'd been unsure as to whether or not they would welcome her making any moves on her own.

Yet already she felt a freedom with them she hadn't known could exist between lovers. She knew beyond a doubt she could ask them for anything, and it would be okay.

Mel responded to her kiss in full measure. He used his tongue to dance with hers, as his lips moved on hers and seduced her. The heat of the water and the hint of arousal swirling through her made her bolder still. She moved, and straddled him.

His c.o.c.k, hard and hot and pulsing, rose up straight from his body so that its tip broke the surface of the water. She wiggled, and the lips of her p.u.s.s.y parted, then wrapped around his c.o.c.k, bringing his hard flesh in contact with her c.l.i.t.

Emily Anne closed her eyes and moaned in pure pleasure.

Mel eased his lips from hers and rested his forehead against hers. ”You tempt me to take you just like this, precious. I've never been naked inside a woman and you make me want that, and much, much more.” He raised his head and seared her with his gaze. ”You make me want it all.”

”Our woman is quite the temptress,” Connor said. ”I want the same things. You test our control, Emily Anne.”

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