Part 13 (2/2)

”Perfect.” Connor sealed the one word against her lips as he covered her mouth with his.

His kiss took her deep, a drugging kind of seduction that made her hotter and wetter than she already was. He kept his hands clamped on her arms but when she indicated that she wanted to move, he released her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his around her and pulled her in tight.

Mel stepped in close behind her and played his fingers over her naked a.s.s. Back and forth he strummed her flesh, teasing her with a hint of what was to come.

”Are you ready for us?” Connor asked the question against her throat but never gave her the chance to answer. He fastened his mouth on hers once more, his tongue seeming voracious as it explored, stroking her tongue in a rhythm that made her c.l.i.t throb and her p.u.s.s.y pulse.

He lifted her and then laid her on the bed, tenting her as he weaned his lips from hers.

His gaze never leaving hers, he wrapped a large hand around each of her ankles and spread her legs wide.

Open, her c.u.n.t naked to their gaze while they were both fully clothed, she should have felt vulnerable and intimidated. But she didn't. With her stockings and shoes still in place she felt naughty. She felt tremendous pride that the sight of her could so obviously arouse them to such an extent.

And she felt anxious for them to strip themselves naked and f.u.c.k her.

”You are so incredibly s.e.xy. Can you keep your legs spread like that for us? We want to look our fill as we strip.”

”Yes, I want you both naked.”

She didn't have to worry about expending energy to keep her legs in the air and spread on her own for very long. It took them barely a minute to throw their clothes off.

”Now I think I'm overdressed.” She couldn't keep the giggle out of her voice.

”No, precious, you're perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Mel held his hand out and Connor handed him a condom.

Mel had it open and on in a heartbeat.

Her eyes followed his hand as he smoothed the latex into place and then stroked his c.o.c.k a couple of times. She didn't think she'd ever seen him quite that hard. She couldn't help but lick her lips in antic.i.p.ation.

He knelt on the bed between her open legs. ”I'm so d.a.m.n h.o.r.n.y, I know I won't last. So I'm going to f.u.c.k you, hard and fast and deep. And then, the second time, I'll be able to hang onto my control long enough to play with you.”

”You hope,” Emily Anne said. Feeling uncharacteristically bold and sure of herself, she ran her hands up and down the inside of her thighs-close to but not quite touching her p.u.s.s.y.

Mel's look turned hot and smoky. ”Well if not the second time, most definitely by the third time.”

”f.u.c.k me, Mel.”

Mel grasped his c.o.c.k and placed it right at the opening of her c.u.n.t. The heat of him made her groan. When he moved just a little and brushed his latex-covered c.o.c.khead against her c.l.i.t, she knew that despite his warning, he'd certainly last long enough to get her off.

She was nearly already there herself.

”Thank G.o.d you're dripping wet and ready for me. d.a.m.n, your succulent heat is almost enough to make me shoot my load before I even get inside you.”

What a coincidence.

Mel thrust his c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y in one slow and solid push. He hooked her legs on his arms and used his body's angle against her to keep her spread wide open.

Hard and fast and deep. True to his word he f.u.c.ked her with such dedication Emily Anne felt every thought fly from her head. There was only this man, and his powerful body cradled between her thighs, and the fabulous f.u.c.king he gave her. The friction of his hard, wide c.o.c.k stroking along the walls of her tunnel, and the brush of his pubic hair against her c.l.i.t were enough to make her scream. But she held on, held off, wanting more. She wanted to enjoy every moment of this wonderful f.u.c.king, wanted to submerge herself in the twin thrills of the s.e.xual stimulation and the sense of feminine fulfillment that having her lover's c.o.c.k moving inside her gave her.

”Come for me, precious. I want your cream all over my c.o.c.k.”

Emily Anne tried to let go of the control but found her greedy body wouldn't cooperate. She whimpered, the ability to speak beyond her.

Mel seemed to understand. He adjusted the angle of his penetration, and then took up his rhythm again. Only this time he hit that spot inside her that made her go wild. He hit her sweet spot once, twice, and she erupted in o.r.g.a.s.m. ”Yes, oh yes!” She clutched him closer and cried out as spasm after spasm of bliss washed over her.

On and on it went and Emily Anne knew she'd never come so hard in all her life. And then another thought hit her and it was enough to make her rapture spike anew.

Oh my G.o.d, our evening is really only getting started.

Chapter 14.

Connor reached down and stroked his latex-covered c.o.c.k in response to the sight of Mel f.u.c.king Emily Anne.

Until he experienced it, he never would have guessed that he could get so turned on sharing a woman. He'd hoped he could, of course, and hoped that he'd be able to actually get naked and hard in close proximity to another man who was also naked and hard. But he hadn't known, and not until this moment had he realized fully that because it was the three of them together, it was not only hotter than hot, it was right.

It was him and Mel united and at their center was Emily Anne.

If he kept his thoughts and his focus on that one reality, then it would all be fine. The little twinges of conscience and discomfort he was experiencing would eventually fade.

Connor really was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life before, and more conflicted. A tiny voice inside him was trying to tell him that being this way-naked, and hard, when another man was in the same state, wasn't manly.

Connor shook his head. If he wanted this to work he had to suppress those feelings. He needed to keep the main thing the main thing.

His eyes feasted on Emily Anne. She was their woman and he and Mel were unified, of one mind, with one purpose. That purpose was to take care of their woman-to make her feel loved, and s.e.xy and special.

Nothing else mattered-nothing else could matter-least of all his stilted sensibilities.

The fact that they were two heteros.e.xual men, naked and with erections in the same room together couldn't matter. The fact that they might accidentally touch each other in such a situation couldn't matter.

The fact that they might each of them feel the other when they joined together inside their woman's body could not matter.

All that could matter in this special place and time was Emily Anne, and the satisfaction that they, together, could give her.

Connor understood in an instant that this was the defining purpose of his life. This was why he'd survived all the h.e.l.l holes of the world his career had landed him in.

He had survived so he could join with this man to love and cherish this woman. They were both his in a way that he'd never imagined anyone could ever belong to him.

As an only child, and then an orphan, he'd dreamed of having a family. He'd hoped, when he'd married Judy, that he'd taken the first steps to achieving that goal. When his marriage had failed, he realized now, he'd figured that he had failed and so hadn't even thought of trying again.

Not until he'd fallen for this woman, with this man.

Yet he'd never imagined as profound a connection as this was even possible.

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