“Darlin’, we’re gonna take our sweet time.”
“I can handle it.” That was the biggest lie she’d ever told.
Morgan drew a circle around the tips of her breasts, using the lightest of strokes. Because he was kneeling, he could press his balls against the side of her breast and there was nothing she could do about it. If she’d been able to reach his cock, she would have drawn her mouth over his tip, but he seemed intent on keeping out of her reach.
She licked her lips and eyed his big cock. “Wouldn’t you like to have me lick him? I can make you scream.”
“Not right now. Besides, men don’t scream.” He pinched her nipple and the sharp, quick stab of pain morphed into instant pleasure.
Cream leaked out of her wet hole and perfumed the air.
Clint sniffed. “I think someone wants me to lick her.”
“Please.” Man, she needed to learn not to beg. If she planned on spending a long time with them, she didn’t want them to think she was easy. Aw, hell. Who was she kidding? She was easy with them.
Every look excited her. These last few weeks proved to her that she had no control where they were concerned.
Morgan took hold of her tits, one in each hand. Simultaneously, he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. His rough rancher’s hands made the tips prickle in delight with each swipe. He continued circling, never quite putting enough tension on either one. Even Clint was being evasive. His tongue would lick her inner thighs, getting closer to her pussy with each swipe, but no matter how much she 164
willed him to touch her clit or her pussy itself, he wouldn’t. What was wrong with them? They had to be hurting now, too.
“Okay, I give. What do I have to do to get you both to really touch me?”
Morgan slid his knees behind him until he was on his stomach.
Instead of answering, he nipped her chin then captured his lips. One hand threaded through her hair and the other lightly pinched her nipple. The new sparks ignited the swollen crests. She wiggled her hips, praying Clint would be equally as nice and lick her clit.
“Is there anyone here who wants me to probe her?” Music to her ears. “Mmm.” She was too busy playing tonsil hockey with Morgan to answer coherently. She loved when Morgan thrust and parried his tongue in her mouth.
His right hand fisted her hair and he tugged. The tension helped release a bit of her own sexual frustration. Finally, Clint made half-inch licks on her pussy lips. If only he would drink up her juice with his tongue, she’d be one step closer to heaven. Her groans increased.
He dragged his teeth along the edge.
A little bit closer, please.
Finally, he obliged by delving into her opening with his tongue.
The first big suck drove her wild. A riot of pleasure bubbled up.
Morgan leaned back and inhaled. His lips slipped down her cheek.
Each nibble drew him to the sensitive spot below her ear. When he arrived, he sucked on her neck. Somehow, Clint must have seen what his brother was doing because Clint finally landed on her clit.
She bucked upward as streaks of throbbing lust engorged her pussy. “Sweet Jesus, Clint.”
“She likes it.”
“I more than like it. I love it. I need it. I have to have more.” She couldn’t make her desire any clearer.
Thankfully, he stayed focused on her clit, electrifying her body with every nip. She tugged the ropes securing her ankles and wrists, but nothing gave way. The frustration of not being able to feel their
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muscles pulse was pushing her too close to the edge.
“I want you to release me.” The desperation must have been so severe that within five seconds she was free. She rubbed her wrists.
They weren’t sore, but she almost needed to put her hands on skin.
To force Clint back to where he’d been, she wrapped her legs around his back and pressed downward. For Morgan, she lowered her arms and grabbed his rock-hard cock.
“Careful, babe.”
She wasn’t going to do too much. Holding him in her hand sufficed. Okay, her fingers tapped out a beat, urging him to move quicker. The trail of kisses stopped. Morgan shot his mouth down to her tit and sucked hard enough to set her whole body on fire.
“Ahhh.”
He left her left nipple swollen and needy and latched on to the other one. He repeatedly sucked and nipped. Her pussy rejoiced as the streaks of pleasure shot downward.
Drawing her attention back to him, Clint delved his fingers into her pussy and circled her walls, stretching her out. Blood pulsed in her head and her breaths came out faster.
“We need to turn you over, darlin’.”
She understood why Clint made the demand. From all the stimulation, her body had weakened. Fortunately, her two men were there to help flip her. Clint lifted her hips and Morgan straightened her arms. He moved in front of her.
Foil ripped and a jar opened. The expectant scent of strawberry lube reached her quickly. “I like that smell.”
“Good. I’ll be sure to use a lot of it.” Clint dragged a finger covered with lube around her anus. She worked hard not to clench her tight hole. He slipped in a finger and tingles shot up her spine. By now, she knew what to expect, but the anticipation of finally getting his big cock in her ass ratcheted up the thrill.
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fingers around and around in a definite rhythm, which helped her to relax. With his other hand, he pressed his palm on her stomach.
Slowly, his hand lowered toward her pussy. She urged him to play with her clit while he fingered her ass.
Before Clint reached her desired destination, Morgan palmed both of her swollen nipples. He rubbed them between his fingers. Each press sent shivers of delight over her breasts. Suddenly, Clint grabbed hold of that tiny nub and swirled his finger in a circle. Her pussy milked his finger, and more fluids gushed out.
“I think she’s ready, Morgan.”
This was it. She swore a drum roll sounded in her head. Clint removed his hands from her pussy and her ass. The scent of more lube floated into the air. When he pressed his cock against her puckered hole, she realized this was one big dick about to enter her. He rubbed her ass cheeks as he made tiny thrusts to get past that tight ring. The muscle widened. Perhaps to distract her, Clint mercifully returned to playing with her pussy. The moment he slipped in two fingers into her cream-filled hole, she tightened down on his fingers. Her ass followed suit.
“Don’t do that, darlin’. I’m working too hard to hold on as it is.” She smiled. He must have flexed his abs because his cock shifted position and touched new nerves. Chaos exploded both in her pussy and in her ass. Morgan kept pressing hard on her tits. The erotic pain burst past the pleasure line and Clint drove in deeper. Her breath caught.
Clint stilled. “Easy there. Take a big breath.” She did and her ass muscles relaxed. With so much going on, she was being bombarded with electric shocks that ran rampant all over her body. Her pussy sang with joy while the pleasure Morgan was doling out to her tits would make her juice up more.
Clint returned to stroking her darkened hole. He might have on a condom slathered in lube, but given his size, he had to work to get past her tight muscles. He continued to massage her ass as well as her
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pussy. When her muscles finally gave up the battle, Clint was able to slowly ease on in to the end.
“Good girl. Now we’ll let Morgan make love to you.” This was the moment she’d been waiting for. To have two men inside her at once would be a thrill she’d never forget. “How?” She was on her hands and knees.
Morgan moved closer and lifted her shoulders so that she was kneeling. Her mouth formed an O as the change in angle drove Clint’s cock deeper. Morgan kneaded her tits and leaned in to kiss her. The moment he pressed his chest to her body, all thought disappeared. The kiss was sweet and tender, almost as if he was trying to make up for the fact that
she was going to have both of them inside her.
Clint grabbed her hips. “I need to move you back.” Morgan seemed to understand and got out of the way, but she didn’t know what was happening except that Clint’s cock was impaling her. He slid his legs onto either side of her so that she was firmly sitting on him.
“Oh, my God. I can’t move.” His cock drove in farther. She didn’t think that was possible.
“Don’t worry.” Clint lifted her up and held her tight.
She reached behind her to support herself. Her pussy was now within inches of Morgan’s cock.
His mouth opened. “I have to taste you first.” Her body was about to burst. He got on his belly, clasped his hands on her thighs, and went to work slurping up her juices.
“I love how you taste. I could stay here forever.”
“No. I need your cock.”
Morgan looked up and grinned. “Give me a second to enjoy this feast. Then I’ll fuck you silly.”
Yes! Her pussy was so needy she could barely breathe. His tongue licked, probed, and sucked. With each second, a torrent of need built higher and higher. She clawed the bedspread and tried to buck up and down to get Clint to fuck her ass, but he held on tight.
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“Let Morgan have his fun. If I move an inch, I’m going to explode.
God, but I want you too much.”
His needy tone excited her, though having Morgan use his magic tongue on her pussy helped, too.
“Hurry, Morgan,” Clint nearly shouted.
Morgan looked up and grinned. He then got up. Kneeling, and with one foot on the bed, he threaded his cock into her opening. Her pussy sucked him in. As if he still had a lot of patience left, he eased into her inch by inch. The slow, tentative motion set her on fire.
“Faster.”
“I have to be careful.”
Only when Clint withdrew and eased back into her ass at the same time Morgan traveled farther did she understand. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. “Too much.”
They both stopped. Morgan withdrew most of the way as did Clint.
That was not really what she wanted.
She swallowed. “It’s okay. Having both cocks inside me took me by surprise. I didn’t think you’d both fit.”
“Don’t you worry, darlin’. We’ll make it fit. Just relax and love the ride.”
She trusted these men. She loved them with her whole heart and knew they’d be careful. She nodded, unable to form the words. As if they’d choreographed it before, Morgan delved in first. Her pussy had to stretch to accommodate him. When the tip of his cock bounced off the back wall, he withdrew, and then Clint dove in. They glided in and out, in and out, in a slow rhythm.
Now that her body had accepted both cocks, she wanted it faster.
She tried to help by lifting her butt, but Clint clamped down on her.
“Let us control the speed.”
“I want it faster.”
“In due time.”
“My pussy wants it now.” She didn’t want to sound like a spoiled girl, but the buildup of heat was almost too much to bear. The torrent
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of carnal ecstasy was within reach.
Morgan grinned. “Hey, what your pussy wants is what your pussy will get.”
Thank God he was listening to her. While he didn’t go real fast, they both plunged in at the same time. Her body coiled tight and her abdomen clenched and fluttered. Having them inside her at the same time turned her lust dial to high. Her climax built with each thrust. As their breaths came out faster and faster, so did the speed of their thrusts.
As if a green light flashed, both men seemed consumed with an unquenchable desire. They pumped and plunged, pistoning in and out of her. She dropped back her head and closed her eyes, loving the incessant pounding.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Heat scorched her insides and fireworks exploded in her ass as Clint hit every nerve possible. Morgan’s cock expanded the closer he came to his climax. His final thrust pushed her past all ability to think.
A tsunami-sized orgasm rained down on her. Her body pulsed and vibrated, releasing the tightly wound spring inside her. The climax burst forth and a primal scream erupted.
Morgan’s cock exploded, too, as he pressed tightly into her.
Clint’s fingers dug into her skin and lifted her ass high in the air as his heat filled her.
She had no idea when her breath returned to her chest. Her shallow pants slowed as the sweat dripped down her forehead.
“Did that really happen?” She’d never experienced anything like that before.
“I think so,” Clint said, but his voice sounded far away.
Morgan dropped back on his heels, his cock still erect. “I’ll get a towel.”
He managed to get to the bathroom and back before Clint lifted her one more time and disengaged his cock. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”
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She laughed. “I feel the same way.”
Morgan swiped her pussy, and she rolled over on the bed. Clint patted her ass.
“You were remarkable.”
“Ditto.”
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined something so wonderful could exist. She didn’t care if she had to wear old lady dresses for the rest of her life or tiny short shorts for them. If it made her men happy, she’d gladly do it.
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Chapter Seventeen
Dakota had spent three days shopping for the perfect dress for Jade’s wedding. Finally, she had to ask her best friend to help her pick out the dress. For most of her life, Jade had seen her with spiked blonde hair and a funky sense of style. She didn’t want go too mainstream and ruin the day, nor did she want to show up looking the odd man out.
In the end, Jade came along and picked out a pink, polka-dotted dress with a wide, white belt. The red spiked heels and a wildly colorful necklace added the perfect touch. She loved the outfit and hoped Morgan and Clint would, too.
Dakota watched Jade get ready in front of the mirror. She looked so beautiful. “Aren’t you nervous?” On the outside, Jade looked the epitome of calm.
“Surprisingly, no. My dad has actually been quite a good sport about it all. He hasn’t once brought up if I’m pregnant nor has he tried to get me to quit my life as an artist.”
“That’s fabulous.” He had been quite a male chauvinist the whole time she was growing up.
“He seems happy that I’m happy. I’m not sure how I’ll ever get used to the new Spencer Callen.”
Dakota couldn’t be more thrilled for her. “Have you decided where you’re going on your honeymoon?”
“Well, it’s a Callen family tradition we go to Hawaii.”
“Are you shitting me? Really? That’s so awesome.” If she ever became a Callen that was where she wanted to go.
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exotic rituals, and maybe even a volcano. Lisa Callen, Jade’s mom, stuck her head in Jade’s old bedroom door. “Ready, girls?” Jade smiled. “I’m ready.”
They both went downstairs. The wedding was being held outside.
Like the anniversary party, the same band was playing and the large tents had been set up.
As the maid of honor, Dakota rushed up to the altar to stand next to Jade’s sisters. Not only were Morgan and Clint at the altar as groomsmen, the husbands to be, Parker Brandt and Logan Smithfield, were there looking fine. Jade would officially be marrying Logan since he was older, but Parker would take his vows just as seriously.
Her eyes watered as the ceremony began. Jade walked down the aisle holding onto her dad’s arm. Mr. Callen beamed, as if this was his most proud moment. The image of her own dad came to mind. She scanned the crowd and spotted him with his new lady friend. She had to admit, he looked good in his black jeans, crisp white shirt, and string tie. He’d helped raise Jade, so that had to be a special day for him, too. The fact her stoic dad had a
small smile on his face made her tear up even more.
The ceremony began and the group hushed. Jade had written her vows and the words were so sincere. All too soon, the preacher pronounced them husband and wife. Jade kissed both men with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. When Dakota slanted her gaze over to Clint and Morgan, they weren’t looking at their sister, but rather at her.
Morgan and Clint stepped off the stage and came straight for her.
Not seeming to care this was their sister’s special day, they embraced her in a hug then planted mind-blowing kisses on her. Only because the father-daughter dance was announced and they were standing in the middle of the dance floor did they lead her off to the side.
“It was a beautiful wedding, wasn’t it?” Her lips seemed to be in a permanent smile.
“Wonderful. I’m so happy for Jade,” Morgan said.
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Dakota looked over at Jade in her dad’s arms. Both looked so happy and her heart soared. Someone tapped her shoulder and she turned around. Her father stood there.
“Hey, Dad.”
He held out his hand and nodded to the floor. Her body froze. Not only had she never danced with her dad, but he wasn’t the type to ask her to do so. In fact, she had no idea if he even knew how. But she sure as hell wasn’t going to turn him down.
Taking her hand, he led her a few feet, close to where Jade was dancing with her dad. A lot of other guests joined them. He touched her waist, picked up her hand, and began to move in an amazingly fluid motion.
“I didn’t know you could dance.”
“Never had anyone to dance with, but I used to always dance with your mom.” He looked away, and she swore his eyes watered.
“You never talk about her.” Actually, he’d refused to talk about her.
“Your mom wanted a man who could make her proud. I wasn’t that man.”
“Then my mom was a fool.” She meant every word.
He looked down at her and smiled. “Even without a woman around, you turned out just fine.”
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