She felt like all the air had left the room. She was certain most of the moisture in her body was now in her pussy, waiting for Michael to do exactly what he’d said he would do. She’d had sex before. She’d had oral sex, but it had been a hurried thing, something her partner wanted to get through because it was something he needed to check off his list before he got to his part.
Michael sounded like he truly wanted to spend time there, to lavish her with affection.
Ty’s hand tugged on her hair, forcing her to look his way. “Don’t you think I’ll sit back and let Mike be the only one to have you. Or to make all the decisions when it comes to this. I know I seem soft, but I won’t always be soft in bed. And by bed I mean anywhere I want to fuck you. Baby, I’ll pretty much follow you wherever you want to go. I’ll always be right beside you. I’ll support you in anything you want to do. But I’m going to make you trust me in bed.”
“I trust you.” She should have always trusted him. It was the world she hadn’t had faith in, her own personal history
“Not the way you’re going to.” Desire was stamped all over Ty’s handsome face. “Not the way you will after I’ve fucked you in every way I can. I mean it. Your body is going to be my playground, and I’ll never get sick of it. I’m never going to touch another woman after tonight. You’re the be-all, end-all of my existence, and I’ll worship your body as often as I can.”
“How, Ty?” Michael asked in that deep tone that went straight to her pussy. “How will you worship her?”
“With my hands and mouth and cock.” Ty never took his eyes off her. “I’ll worship every part of her. And do you know why I’m excited about our ménage?”
Michael chuckled. “I can only imagine.”
“Because this way I don’t have to ease her into anal sex,” Ty confessed. “Because this way I’ll see and touch and play with that pretty ass tonight because we have to prepare her to take both of us.”
Oh, that thought should scare her more than it did, but the truth was she lived in Bliss and that meant imagining what it meant to be in the middle of two men. She couldn’t not think about it. She watched happy threesomes all the time, and it was hard not to fantasize about it for herself. “Tonight?”
“One of the things Mike and I did today was buy a plug and lube. We’re going to start getting that pretty asshole ready for our cocks,” Ty admitted. “So I’m going to take off these clothes of yours and show you off to Michael, and then he’s going to taste that pussy while I have some fun with your ass.”
She was going to be between them tonight. Not fully the way they eventually would be, but they would both touch her. They would both be with her.
She let Ty turn her toward Michael, allowed him to slip his hands around and cup her breasts before going lower and undoing the fly of her jeans. She’d slipped out of her shoes and socks when they’d walked in the door, so it was easy for Ty to drag the jeans down her body, leaving her in her bra and underwear.
“These aren’t so bad,” Ty whispered, his fingertips brushing the cups of her bra. “But they definitely aren’t as pretty as what’s underneath. Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about seeing you naked? How often when we were teens I would think about you and yank my own dick? Sitting near you in math class is why I almost failed.”
“You never almost failed a class in your life.” Ty was far smarter than he let on. Sometimes she thought he discounted himself. He could have gone to med school, but he’d wanted to be back here with her. He could have gone to a big city and found a good-paying job, but he’d left it behind for her, and she believed him now. She’d put up walls, and he’d been too afraid to knock them down for fear they’d both be caught in the landslide.
“Well, I thought about you far more than geometry,” he muttered as he twisted the clasp of her bra and it came off.
Cool air hit her nipples and they tightened and peaked. She looked at Michael, whose eyes were on her chest, taking in every inch of her.
Ty’s hands reached around to cup her naked breasts, molding them. She loved the warmth and rasp of his calluses against her skin. She had to remember to breathe as his hands skimmed down her torso to the waistband of her undies. He slipped his fingertips under and eased them down her legs, helping her when she stepped out. He tossed them aside, showing her she wouldn’t need them again. Not tonight.