I stretched playfully, getting into the vibe. If he was so anxious to repeat our previous encounter, then I would give him everything he was searching for. I nipped at his bottom lip, biting down just hard enough to send shock waves echoing through him.
He took that as an invitation, leaving my hands where they were so that he could stroke my hips. I floated my arms down to his shoulders, and we danced without music. The beat of our hearts was all that we needed to mark the tempo. It was fast-paced and dangerous, erotic instead of sweet.
He scooped me up, holding me effortlessly in his hands. Walking back to the bedroom, he set me down on the bed. He lost no time getting undressed. Reaching for his belt, he undid the buckle and let his pants gape wide open. Beneath the fabric of his underwear, I could see the rising beast. Excited to begin, I stood up, pushing Connor down in my place.
I didn’t even let him finish his disrobing before climbing onto his lap. Restoring our kiss, I made him aware that I was just as hungry as he was. I dug my hands beneath his shirt, lifting it up over his head and tossing it aside.
Unlike Flynn, Connor’s chest was bare. There were no tattoos to scar the flesh, no Celtic crosses to run my tongue over. Instead, there was heavy muscle stacked on top of muscle, all the way down. He was built like no one else, with careful attention paid to the outline of his form and the way it moved in bed.
Connor had sculpted the perfect sexual physique, designed to attract both men and women. And he was all mine, not only for this evening, but for the rest of our lives. Both Connor and Dex had promised to stand by me, to raise the child as if it were their own. The joy I felt at that mere thought was enough to send shivers of delight racing through me.
This wasn’t just sex. This was love. I would take both of them into my body again, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that we would be together forever. I inched closer, rubbing myself against that hard body.
He had enough, pushing me away so that he could take his pants off. In one fluid move, he peeled his boxers off as well, leaving them on the floor beside the bed. His cock stood at attention, jutting out from his lap like a magical joystick. I longed to sit on it, or to run it through my lips, I wasn’t sure which.
I pulled my shirt off, eager to get started. But before I could return to Connor’s arms, Dex came up behind me. He helped me disrobe, yanking me back against his chest. His arm circled my body, his palm cupping one breast. His lips descended to my neck, kissing gently along the arch of my windpipe.
I laid my head back against his shoulder, feeling relief wash over me. This was what I needed, two men, both attentive, both hard for me. I had been fighting my way upstream, but with Dex’s calm insistence, I could relax and let myself go.
He brought his hand down to my center, past my rib cage, past my navel, all the way to the hot core of my being. I felt his fingers cup me gently at first, then pry open my folds to explore. He worked on my nipple at the same time, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. I nearly cried out, remembering the last time we did this. I’d had no less than four orgasms, and I wondered how many I would have today. I was well on my way to the first, and I was putty in his hands.
Dex continued his ministrations, rubbing me all the way to a climax. I didn’t even need penetration. His fingers worked their magic, my body like a flute. He made beautiful music, and the instinctive part of me responded. I knew I was with my mates, two of the men who had fathered my child. With that thought, I crested the wave, falling over the top into an ocean of bliss.
Dex felt the change in my stance, the release of tension and the throbbing pulse of my inner muscles. He removed his hand from my sex, bending me over so that my head was in Connor’s lap.
I found myself face to face with Connor’s member. It was large and ruddy, differently shaped than Flynn’s but equally as powerful. I opened greedy lips to lick the prize, gathering it to my mouth with a warm hand. It was smooth beneath my tongue, the head bisected by a little divot. I explored the curves and the edges, feeling the joy of life beneath my touch.
At the same time, Dex slid his hands across my ass. I knew what he was about to do and braced myself. I heard fabric rustling, and I understood that he was removing his clothes. That gave me some time to focus on Connor and the exquisite feast that he represented.
Before I knew it, Dex was back, positioned at my opening and ready to take me. He spread my lower lips wide, making room for himself to move. I felt the tug like a warning call, as if he needed more room than I could afford.
With reckless abandon, I slid my lips down Connor’s shaft, all the way to his lap. Filling my mouth with his manhood, I sucked greedily, eager to taste his final offering. I didn’t know if I could do it, if I could bring him to completion using just my jaw, but I was determined to try.
A moment later, Dex blew past all my barriers, sliding deep within the cavern of my body. He pushed all the way down, only stopping when his hips connected to mine. We were fused then, three people becoming one. With Connor’s dick in my mouth and Dex’s inserted completely, I felt free.
I reached around to grip Connor’s thighs, holding on as Dex applied pressure from behind. I was gloriously full, both pussy and throat, consuming my men from both ends. Dex took the reins, moving tenderly at first, my passageway wet with desire.
Friction built, pushing me toward the gates of glory. I sucked hard, channeling all my need on to Connor’s tool. He slid his fingers through my hair, not holding me down, but just stroking my head as I worked.
Dex pumped into me, beating my sensitive flesh into submission. I was almost there when he came inside me, filling my canal with salty spray. He dug deep, releasing his essence, pressing so close that I could feel his cock all the way up in my throat. The lines between the two men blurred. Was I fucking Dex or was Connor fucking me? I descended into a dreamy swirl of pleasure where nothing mattered and there were only sensations.
Dex pulled out, drawing me away from his buddy’s prick. I felt the absence of both men, cold and hollow for a moment. Then Dex settled me down into Connor’s lap. I eased myself on top of his cock, the resurrection of the shaft in my passageway enough to send me over the edge. I held on to Connor’s biceps, putting my head down against his shoulder. Dex came down beside us on one knee, using his fingers to guide my lips to his. We kissed, and that gave me the energy I needed.
All at once, I began to move, drawing up on my haunches and blazing back down to cover Connor’s rod. Dex and I had the most spectacular kiss. It was deep and fulfilling. I rode hard on Connor’s lap, reaching up to grasp Dex by the ears so I could thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.
He parried back, and our kiss became electric. I fought for dominance, leading the charge against both of them. Paradise was within my grasp. I only had to strike three or four more times. Burying Connor’s implement deep within my core, I gasped, splitting from Dex and pouring all my energy into the final sprint.
My breasts thumped against Connor’s chest, matching tempo to my bucking. I was on the home stretch. The doors to heaven were open wide, begging me to come in. I hit the ceiling, my body exploding with relief. A second later, Connor gripped my hips, thrusting up into my core to implant me with his own seed.
I relaxed into my boyfriends’ grip, all three of us sweaty and exhausted. Dex stood up, claiming the shower first. I detached myself indelicately from Connor, leaning down to kiss him. He went to the second bathroom, leaving me alone in the bed.
I lay down happily, imagining two batches of sperm swimming around inside me. We were about to have a baby, and it would have three fathers instead of one.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
CONNOR
I gazed down at the bed and Bre’s soft hair spread out on the pillow. She was a vision, a goddess, and she was in my life for good. The night before, the three of us had crowded into one king-sized bed. Bre lay in the middle, and we’d fought briefly over who would hold her as we fell asleep.