He stopped after an inch because holy shit she was tight. It was like forcing his dick into a closed fist. He was never going to make it like this.
Holding a thumb to her clit and then rubbing over it in featherlike strokes, he tensed and then thrust hard.
She opened around him but her body fought the sudden invasion. She spasmed and gripped him so tight that he nearly lost consciousness. He’d never felt anything so good in his life.
Rick was riding her mouth hard and Truitt knew he couldn’t make slow, sweet love to her this time. He withdrew and thrust hard and deep, his thumb stroking her flesh.
Her hands flew up to grip Rick’s hands that were holding the sides of her head as he fucked her mouth. For a moment Truitt thought she wanted them to stop and so he went still, though it damn near killed him. Rick did the same, pulling out in a hurry.
“No,” she gasped. “Oh God, no, please don’t stop.”
Even as the plea slipped out, her body was arching and undulating, on the verge of her orgasm.
Both men thrust back into her body at the same time and they began riding in relentless rhythm. Truitt closed his eyes as his balls drew up and his release pushed painfully up his cock.
Mindlessly he pumped against her, no longer taking care. He wasn’t thinking of whether he hurt her. He was only thinking that if he didn’t move, he’d die.
He heard Rick’s cry, felt Jessie clutch him in her velvet sheathe and then go wet around him, bathing him in her heat.
He began coming, pumping harder, coming even harder. On and on in endless spurts. Even when he finally came down over her, he could feel his cock still pulsing inside her, could feel the warm, slick semen rising up the condom around his dick.
Shit.
With a groan he rolled to the side, pulling out so the condom wouldn’t leak. Hell, he’d pumped it so full it was a wonder it hadn’t burst.
He quickly disposed of it and then returned to Jessie. Rick was tenderly wiping the semen from her mouth and then he lifted her and rolled so that she was fully on the bed.
Truitt pulled her into his arms and she snuggled up tighter than a bedbug. Rick spooned up close behind her and they lay there panting, their hearts racing.
“Holy hell,” Rick said hoarsely. “My fantasies didn’t even come close to the reality.”
Chapter 3
Jessie lay between Rick and Truitt, her mind scrambling to get a grip on what had just happened. They hadn’t lied. They’d fucked her. Hard. And it had been glorious.
There was nothing nice and sweet about their possession. They’d taken her, they’d owned her. And they’d given her the single most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.
She shivered at the memory, and her clit still pulsed, sensitive to even the slightest movement.
Rick kissed her shoulder and then slid his hand down the length of her body, until it rested possessively on her hip.
“You okay?” he murmured.
She snuggled a little deeper into Truitt’s neck. “Mmm hmm.”
Truitt chuckled. “You’re quite a snuggle bug and if you burrow any closer to me you’re going to find yourself on your back again with me inside you.”
“I believe that pleasure is mine this time,” Rick growled.
She laughed. She was lying between two men who were fighting over her like she was queen of the universe. They certainly knew how to stroke a girl’s ego.
“What are you laughing at?” Rick demanded.
“You two arguing over who gets to fuck me where,” she said, her voice muffled by Truitt’s neck. “I like it.”
“Before the night’s over, we’re going to fuck you in every conceivable way,” Truitt vowed. “So there’s no argument. Maybe just impatience.”
Then he pulled her head back so he could kiss her and his voice gentled. “Did we hurt you? Were we too rough?”
She smiled. “No. It was perfect. Really, really perfect.”
“If you thought that was perfect, you’re awfully easy to please,” Rick grumbled. “It was too fast and we didn’t spend enough time making it good for you.”
“Well, as you said, we have all night,” she said mischievously. “Though, I have to say, I have no complaints so far. If you guys make it any better I may not survive.”
Truitt caressed the curve of her behind and massaged one plump cheek. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
She was sure her cheeks went pink again. Both sets of cheeks. She shook her head, too mortified to squeak out a no.
“Would you want to try it?”
Rick nibbled at her shoulder and his hand went to her ass too, squeezing and massaging as if to tell her his opinion of the whole idea.
“Maybe. I’ve heard it’s . . . painful.”
“Well, if you get with an uncaring dickhead who just wants to shove it in, yeah, it’ll hurt. But we’ll take it nice and slow. We’ll make it good for you, baby. We’ll make it damn good. You can take one of us in your ass and the other in your pussy.”
“I thought the only people who did that were porn stars,” she mumbled.
“How would you know this?” Rick asked in mock surprise.
“A girl can watch porn too,” she defended. “We like sex, same as guys do.”
“I can’t speak for porn stars, but it’s pretty damn hot,” Truitt said. “There’s nothing like the sensation of taking a woman at the same time, having her between you, small and delicate, while you fuck her from both ends.”
She shivered at the crudeness and the vividness with which he described the act. It was suddenly something she wanted to experience very much. And if this was going to be her sole night of debauchery, then the more debauched she was, the better. When the hell else was she ever going to get an opportunity like this? It wasn’t like she had guys lining up to ask her to have threesomes with them.
“The idea is to get you so horny, so unbelievably aroused, that you’ll agree to anything,” Rick teased.
“Already there,” she muttered.
“There’s no hurry,” Truitt said in an easy voice. “We don’t have to do it all tonight. There’s always tomorrow night. Or the next. But if you want to give it a try tonight, we’ll certainly accommodate you.”
She didn’t know quite what to say to that. It sounded like they wanted more than a fling, more than some one-night stand, but how did that work with more than two people involved. Were they wanting a regular fuck buddy?
While she wasn’t opposed to sex for the sake of sex, it had never been something she indulged in. Not that she was a prude, she simply hadn’t had the opportunity. Neither had she had sex with a guy she wanted to commit to doing the act with often.
“Tell me about your knee,” Rick said against her shoulder. “You said you had a car accident. It must not have been very long ago if it still bothers you.”
“It was two years ago,” she said in a quiet voice.
Truitt frowned. “Two years? And your knee still hurts you?”
“It was ... a bad accident. It took me a long time to recover. I’ve had six surgeries on my leg and knee. They had to completely reconstruct parts of the bone.”
“Why in the hell are you working as a waitress? That can’t be good for your leg,” Rick said.
“I was in school when the accident happened. I had to quit. I started back but it’s hard to find a job that works around my class schedule. I have bills to pay so I can’t be too picky about the work, you know?”
Neither man looked happy with her response but they let it go. The last thing she wanted was to get into the fact that she no longer had a job.
There had to be a way of convincing Merriam that she hadn’t stolen money. Suddenly the idea of not seeing Rick and Truitt on a regular basis depressed the hell out of her. They always managed to brighten her day no matter how shitty it had been to that point.
She wasn’t a quitter. If she was, she’d have given up a long time ago when the odds were against her walking again. It might not be the best jo
b in the world, but it was hers and she was damn good at it, and she wasn’t about to let her asshole boss pin the blame on her for missing money.
“Hey, what’s the fierce expression for?” Truitt asked.
She relaxed and smiled. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering when act two begins. I may be new to the whole being in bed with two gorgeous male specimens thing, but I’ve decided that Waste Not, Want Not is a very good motto.”
Rick chuckled and nipped at her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine. Truitt lowered his head and pulled at one nipple with his mouth and then sucked strongly until she moaned low in her throat.
“You are absolutely delicious,” Truitt said as he pushed her over so that both breasts were available to him.
Rick scooted back on the bed to give Jessie more room and she reached for him, wanting to touch him. She hadn’t been able to touch either man yet. Things had happened so quickly.
She slid her fingers through Rick ’s hair as Truitt teased and tormented her nipples.
“I love your hair,” she said.
Rick seemed uncomfortable with the praise but his eyes glowed as he turned to look at her. He caught her hand as she trailed her fingers through the silky ends and kissed her palm.
“And I love yours,” Truitt said even as he delved a hand into her thick curls. “I’ve been dying to run my hands through it ever since I first saw you.”
Rick laughed. “Face it, man, you’ve been dying to touch her since we saw her.”
Truitt shrugged. “Yeah, that too.”
“I don’t get it,” she said, marveling at their words.
“What don’t you get?” Rick asked.
“Why me? I mean you both act like I’m something special. I feel like a goddess the way you two look at me and talk about me.”
“That’s how you’re supposed to feel,” Truitt said as he drew away, his eyes gleaming. “As for why you? Honey, you’re just it with a capital I. No other way to explain it. I saw you and it was kind of like taking a bullet.”
She frowned. “I’m not sure that’s the way I want to be immortalized. Have you ever been shot?”
“He hasn’t. I have,” Rick said dryly. “If he had, he wouldn’t be throwing around that colorful little descriptor.”
Truitt grinned. “I have a good imagination.”
Jessie pushed herself upward and got to her knees so she could stare down at the two men in bed with her. It was a feast of male flesh and she couldn’t control her itchy fingers. She placed her palms on their chests and let them wander over the muscled dips and ridges and downward to their taut bellies.
She absently traced the outline of Truitt’s tattoo while her hand stilled on Rick’s pelvis just above the dark patch of hair surrounding his cock.
“I love your tats,” she murmured. “I used to stare at you and wonder how far up your body they went.” She turned and took her hand from Rick’s abdomen and picked up his hand. “Why do you have Courage, Honor, and Heart tattooed on your wrist? Does it have a special meaning?”
A dark shadow passed over Rick’s face as he stared down at the words encircling his wrist. “They’re for my brother. He was a cop too. He was killed in the line of duty. They were his creed. Words he lived his entire life by. Values our father taught us to uphold every day of our lives.”
“They both sound like awesome people,” she said softly.
“They were,” Rick said. “World isn’t quite the same without them.”
“What happened to your father?” she asked.
“He retired from the force and then a year later he died of a heart attack. The same year my brother was killed.”
Her heart aching for him, she bent and pulled him into her arms, hugging him fiercely. “I’m sorry. What a terrible time for you.”
When she pulled away, Rick seemed a little dazed. Then he reached up, touched her cheek and smiled. “Thanks. Nobody’s hugged me since my dad died. It felt ... nice.”
She smiled back. “Glad I could be the first then.”
She put her hand back down, low on his abdomen, and then shyly went lower until her fingers brushed across his erection.
It pulsed hot and hard against her palm as she wrapped her hand around the satiny smooth flesh.
Truitt bent and nuzzled her ear. “Why don’t you hop on top. I have an idea. If you’ll let Rick take care of you for a while, I’ll get some lubricant and work you up to taking us both.”
She sucked in her breath as her mind flashed with the images of her on top of Rick and Truitt behind her. It was so darkly erotic, like nothing she’d even ever imagined. But now that the idea had been planted, she was riveted, intrigued, and wildly turned on.
Rick reached blindly for a condom even as Jessie gingerly climbed over his legs and settled her knees on either side of him.
But when he tossed the opened condom to the mattress beside Jessie, he reached for her and started to pull her up his body.
“I haven’t got to taste that sweet pussy of yours yet,” he murmured. “And no way I want you to try to take me when you’re unprepared. Move up and straddle my face.”
Her face burned. She could feel the flush spread over her entire body. Her hands shook as he began to help her scale up his muscular body. Oh God, she wasn’t a sex goddess. How was she going to pull this off?
But by the time she levered herself over his face, she forgot all her inhibitions. All she wanted was to feel the magic of his tongue.
He gripped her hips and guided her down.
“Open yourself for me, sweetheart.”
Swallowing back her nervousness, she reached tentatively down, sliding her fingers through damp, swollen flesh. She spread her folds just as his tongue swept over her opening and up to her clit.
“Perfect,” he breathed. “Fucking perfect. Stay just like that, doll.”
Soon though, remaining still was impossible. She moved back and forth, guiding his mouth to the places she most wanted his tongue. He nuzzled, nibbled, and licked and she had to reach with her other hand to grip the headboard so she didn’t collapse on him.
“You two are killing me,” Truitt groaned.
Jessie tensed as the beginnings of her orgasm built rapidly, burning like an intense fire. Rick eased her backward until she sat on his chest and they stared at each other, both trying to catch their breath.
“I didn’t want you to come yet,” he said. “I want to be inside you when that happens.”
He reached for the condom and she moved back down his body. With shaking hands, he rolled the latex over his rigid cock and then held out his hand to her.
She slid her fingers into his and then arched over him, reaching with her other hand to position him. They both held their breath when the head lodged against her entrance.
She slid slowly down, closing her eyes at the exquisite fullness. He stretched and strained her limits. She pulled tight around him, clutching him deeper, and she wondered if she’d even be able to take all of him in this position.
“Be easy, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself,” he gasped out.
But she was determined to bring them both ultimate pleasure.
She inched downward, sucking in her breath. She was light-headed with the sheer decadent thrill of his possession. Or was it her possession?
As her ass came to rest on the tops of his thighs, she paused, absorbing the sensation of having such a large cock wedged tightly inside her pussy. She felt impossibly full and stretched tight.
Warm hands slid sensuously down her back and she arched into Truitt’s touch like a cat. He pushed her forward the tiniest bit and then stroked over her behind, allowing his fingers to brush over the seam.
He parted her cheeks and touched the tip of his finger to her opening, eliciting a gasp of surprise. He pushed inward just a bit and she was surprised at the ease with which he penetrated her tight ring. It was then she realized that he’d used lubricant.
“Just relax and enjoy it,” Rick said as he smoothed his hands
over her waist and then over to cup her breasts. “We want to make you feel good. We want you to want this as much as we do.”
He brushed his thumbs across her taut nipples and ripples of pleasure rolled through her body. Then Truitt pushed in a bit more even as he pressed a tender kiss to the middle of her back.
With one hand he caressed and kneaded the flesh of her behind as his other finger worked carefully in and out of her ass. Rick stroked and toyed with her nipples and every once in a while he’d flex his cock, sending mini spasms through her pussy.
She was already impatient, even though she knew she’d never be able to take Truitt so soon. She sighed and lifted her ass when Truitt eased another finger through her opening and stroked in an out, spreading the cool gel. Then he slid one finger all the way in and she gasped in surprise—and pleasure.
“God, you’re tight,” Truitt gritted out. “It’s killing me to think of fucking this sweet ass.”
“Ditto,” she muttered, moving back, impatient for more.
When he added a third finger, stretching her to accommodate the added width, she felt the first pinch of pain. Instead of shying away, she moaned softly and embraced the stretching burn.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Truitt whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jessie.”
His fingers moved faster and with more force. Occasionally he stopped to add more lubricant, always making sure his entry was slick and easy.
She closed her eyes and began to anticipate just how it would feel when he thrust his big cock into that tiny opening, stretching her, forcing his way in, making her accommodate him.
Sweat beaded her forehead and her breaths came in short, erratic puffs.
“Jesus, Tru, you need to hurry or she’s going to come and I’m not even moving,” Rick groaned.
“She’s not ready,” Truitt said. “I’m not going to hurt her.”
“Please, just try,” she begged. “I’ll stop you if it’s too painful. What you’re doing feels so good. I want you inside me. I want you both inside me.”