“Mmm, yes. I like more that this tiny scrap is already damp.” He brushed a single finger against her there and she moaned.
“I can smell your juices, baby, and my mouth is watering to taste you.” He stroked her again.
Charlotta let her head fall back on Barry’s shoulder. She shivered, and then thrust her hips toward him, a silent invitation to feast away.
His low chuckle sent warm air to tease her pussy.
Barry slid his right hand around to her back and deftly released the catch to her bra. Jesse reached up and removed it.
His hands made quick work of stripping her G-string down. She stood between them totally naked and extremely aroused.
“Is this tiny little landing strip here to show us the way to heaven?” Jesse ran his finger up and down the narrow strip of hair positioned above her clit.
She raised her head from Barry’s shoulder and looked down at him. Oh, she liked that expression on his face. Charlotta licked her lips. “Why don’t you follow it down and find out, lover?”
Without looking away from her, he did just that, using a single finger to caress down, stroke her clit, and continue south until he parted her pussy lips and found her juices.
“You’re so wet for us, baby. Do you know what a turn on that is?” He leaned forward, but instead of doing what she thought he’d do—lick her slit—he instead placed light kisses, one at the top of each thigh.
“We sure as hell don’t deserve you, Charlotta Carmichael. But we’re having you, anyway.”
She opened her mouth to protest his avowal, but all that emerged was a strangled moan when Jesse put his mouth on her pussy.
It was a good thing Barry had hold of her because all strength deserted her legs. Twin masculine chuckles—one against her ear and one on her wet feminine folds—tickled her in more ways than one. Then Barry’s right hand cupped her breast and he stroked and tugged her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re so responsive, princess. Jesse’s right. It’s one hell of a turn-on knowing we get to you like this.”
“Mmm.” Words were beyond her, but she could hum and moan and push her needy cunt close to Jesse’s hungry mouth—all of which she did.
Jesse responded by using his fingers to first caress the wet folds, and then slide them gently into her. He moved them in and out, finger fucking her in a sultry rhythm, timed perfectly with the stroke of his tongue on her pussy. When he rasped it over her clit, she mewed, because her orgasm was so close. She just needed a little bit more.
Then Jesse opened and closed his fingers, as if he was looking for something—and found it when he brushed against her sweet spot.
“Oh, oh yes! Yes!” Charlotta threw one hand back to grasp Barry and the other to tangle into Jesse’s hair as she came. Her orgasm, a giant wave of sensation that swept through her, flooded every inch of her body with electric spasms of rapture.
Jesse held her still, his one hand gripping her hips as the fingers of the other continued to fuck her. His lips and tongue could only be described as relentless. He sucked her clit into his mouth and her orgasm peaked again, wiping away thought, stress, everything. All that was left were the pleasure-shocks rocketing through her and the two men who held her secure between them.
Charlotta let Barry take all her weight, something he seemed pleased to do. While Jesse kissed his way up her body, Barry caressed her stomach and placed a sucking kiss on her shoulder.
“Am I the only one who’s going to be naked?”
“Nope.” Jesse drew her into his arms and snuggled her in. “But we wanted to pleasure you first, because once we strip, it’s game over.”
“No, lover. Once you strip, it’s game on.” And to prove her point, she reached down and squeezed his erection through his pants. The layer of denim between her hand and his cock didn’t seem to make a difference. Jesse groaned and thrust himself into her grip.
Sounds behind her registered and she realized that Barry had stepped back and undressed at the exact moment he nestled against her back once more.
The sensation of his hot flesh pressing into hers reawakened her arousal. Barry’s arms came around her as Jesse stepped back. She grinned as she rubbed her ass against the hard cock resting against her ass dimple, but kept her gaze locked with Jesse’s. “Lose the clothes, lover.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Charlotta licked her lips as Jesse shed the garments covering him. His chest testified that here was a man who worked, and worked hard. Corded with muscles, covered with a smattering of hair, she thought his torso a work of art.
“Since we came to Lusty, Jesse and I have been learning all the family history and traditions.”
“Mmm.” It was hard to focus on mere words when before her very eyes, an Adonis was being revealed to her. She wanted very much to see the one behind her, too, because she could tell by what she could feel snuggled against her body that he’d been blessed with a nice, big cock.
“I don’t think our woman’s listening to you, brother.”
“I did get the impression her attention wasn’t on my words.” Laughter laced Barry’s tone. “That’s all right.”
Jesse dropped his pants and Charlotta felt her left eyebrow go up. Dear God, the man was hung! She felt her face color slightly as she looked up and met Jesse’s gaze. He grinned, likely in response to the way she’d stared at his cock.
“One of the things we did, of course, was to make appointments at the clinic. Robert and David Jessop became our family doctors, and they ordered all sorts of tests just to make sure we were in the best of health.”
Charlotta tilted her head slightly. “That was a good idea.”
“So we can tell you that we’re both clean and healthy.” Barry kissed her ear. “Are you on the pill?”
“As a matter of fact, I never came off it after…well, after. But I never let Roger go without a condom. I think it must have been a sixth sense at work in me, warning me that he was a man slut.” Then she decided to give them just a bit more. “I’ve never had a man naked inside of me. I want the two of you to be.” Wanted was such a wimpy word. She needed to feel their flesh inside of hers.
Barry’s cock pulsed, and Jesse’s face showed his pleasure at her words. He reached out with one hand and cupped her chin. His thumb stroked her bottom lip. “Have you ever had anal sex, Shar?”
Charlotta nodded. She’d had anal sex with her boyfriend in college. I didn’t let Roger do that, either. Note to self. Listen to your instincts.
“Good. We’ll wear condoms when we take your ass. Not negotiable, because it protects us both.”
Not if, but when. A part of her thought she should protest Jesse’s arrogant assumption, but the rest of her realized she wanted these two men every way she could have them—and she liked that dominant streak of his.
Charlotta reached out and stroked her hand over the yummy chest just inches from her breasts. “Can we stop talking now?”
Neither man answered her. Instead, Jesse stepped forward and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed and followed her down. Lying half on her, his arms beneath her shoulders, his fingers lightly combing her hair, he stole her breath from her body and every lucid thought from her mind.
“Yes, baby, we can stop talking now.” Jesse smiled and then laid that smile against her lips.
Hot, carnal, his kiss drove them deep down to depths she’d never plumbed. She could taste herself on his lips. Mixed with his flavor, so manly and his scent, so woodsy, the combination flooded her senses until she was steeped in sexual hunger.
The slide of his lips against hers, the movement of his tongue as he stroked hers, as he tasted every bit of her mouth, fueled her fires, making her crave more, and still more. Charlotta took and gave, as she reveled in the absolute sensuality of the moment. Jesse moved subtly against her and the hair on his chest made already hard nipples harder still.
He lifted his lips from hers and covered her face with tiny little kisses, licks, and s
ucks that thrilled her. The bed dipped and she felt another body beside her, pressing close. When Jesse kissed his way down her body toward her breasts, Barry tilted her face toward his.
No words were needed. Barry covered her mouth with his, and Charlotta sucked his tongue in, stroking and caressing and savoring. For the briefest moment, she imagined she had the flavor of both men, and the combination caused immediate addiction.
Her body went on sensory overload as one lover kissed her and the other suckled, as four firm masculine hands caressed and cupped, as fingers brushed and stroked and delved.
Charlotta wanted to play, too. She couldn’t do much more than run her fingers through Jesse’s hair, but Barry had angled himself over her on her left. She reached down and fisted Barry’s cock, gently squeezing the velvety flesh, rubbing her thumb over the tiny eye, and spreading his pre-cum over the head.
Barry broke their kiss, sucked in a breath, and then thrust his hot, hard flesh into her hand. “Princess, that feels damn good.”
“Mm, yes, it does.” She treated him to a slow pumping, and on the down stroke managed to stretch her fingers to tease his balls.
Jesse inserted his fingers into her pussy and Charlotta moaned, arching her hips and pressing herself into his strokes.
“You’re so wet, baby,” Jesse whispered his words against her breast, then lifted his head and met her gaze. “Do you want me?”
“Yes. Yes, I want you. I want you both!”
“You’ll have us both, Shar. I promise.” Barry covered her hand with his then deftly removed his cock from her grasp. Before she could ask what he was doing, he moved away just a little—and Jesse settled himself on top of her, spreading her legs wider with his own.
“Mmm.” She slid her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips. Just that small action pulled him closer, causing her pussy lips to open just enough that his hot cock could nestle against her slit.
The heat of his penis touching her clit nearly made her come right there. The scent of their sex mingled together rose up, an aphrodisiac to her already triggered libido. Unable to resist the urge, she clenched her pelvic floor muscles, and moaned in pleasure when Jesse responded by flexing his cock.
Jesse nuzzled her neck, kissed her ear, and then laid his lips on hers. As he did, he began to rock against her, spreading her juices, the slippery glide another layer of enticement.
Shar gave herself to the moment, to the taste of his kiss and the scent of his sweat, to the sensation of his flesh on hers and then yes, yes, in hers.
Jesse entered her in one strong stroke, surging into her until he could go no further. He shivered. “My God, Charlotta. You feel so good. I’ve never…I can’t believe how hot, how…ah, fuck, yeah.”
Tickled she’d reduced him to incoherency, she moved with him, rocking against his thrusts, pushing up and clenching, running her hands up and down his back. She’d never felt this kind of wonderful, either, and she began to suck on his tongue, stroking it, the way she planned, later, to suck on his cock. Her arousal grew and changed, a life force evolving on its own. Shivering, quivering, she felt the tingles begin to spread, the electricity rise. Want had evolved into need, and then leapt into desperation.
She wrenched her mouth from his, stretched up, and licked his neck. “Come in me, lover. Come inside me, and let me come on your cock.”
Jesse slid his hands beneath her and held her close. “Take it, woman. Take it all.” Fierce and strong, he fucked her fast. His control shattered, and fed her the passion she craved.
Their shouts of release made the most amazing duet. Charlotta convulsed in climax, wave after wave of rapture thrilling every inch of her inside and out. And as she felt each hot wet stream of his cum bathe her womb, she wished, for one heartbeat of time, that her body was nesting.
Chapter 12
Heart pounding, blood racing, and her chest heaving for breath, Charlotte submerged herself in the sensations of afterglow and wondered. How could she have lived to the age of thirty and only now just discover what making love was all about?
Jesse’s weight pressed her down into the mattress, and she gloried in having him right there—collapsed on her, with her hips and legs still cradling him as he, too, struggled for breath. His heart pounded in concert with hers, and she sighed. Lazily stroking his perspiration covered back, completely aware of his slowly softening cock still inside her, Charlotta grinned, feeling totally smug. Wanting to give him as all-encompassing a hug as possible, she tightened her inner muscles around his cock.
Jesse groaned and kissed the side of her neck. “Have mercy, baby. You wrecked me just now.”
“You’re welcome, handsome.” She felt a slight trickle and knew their juices, mingled, were seeping out of her body. The sensation and the image it conjured nearly sent her over the edge again. Charlotta made a humming noise, and then she turned her head and looked at Barry. Something in his expression poked her senses. She couldn’t really read him just then, but seeing him, she wanted him. She patted Jesse’s shoulder. “Why don’t you recover beside me so I can take care of Barry, now?”
Jesse laughed. He shifted his weight to his arms but remained over and in her. He lowered his mouth and gave her another of those devastatingly sweet kisses. “Yeah, why don’t I do that little thing?” He kissed her again and then left her, falling to the bed beside her.
“Y’all come back now, y’hear?” Charlotta laid her Texas accent on as thick as she could. She’d never felt the urge to tease or laugh in the bedroom. But with these two men—it was as if she’d reached a level of comfort she’d never known with anyone else.
Jesse groaned as he rolled over to face her. “Someone is feeling pretty damn smug, I think.”
“I am. And I’m not going to apologize for that, either.” Was she testing them? Charlotta wasn’t sure. A part of her was shaking her head, muttering this wasn’t like her. But another part—a small part—whispered that yes, it really was.
“Why would you?” Jesse grinned. “You earned the smug, sweet Shar, and then some.”
“On your stomach, woman.” Barry’s tone traveled like a shockwave down her body. She snapped her attention back to him and this time his emotions were right there for her to absorb. And what she saw was not annoyance, as she’d immediately imagined, but a man at the end of his needy rope.
The heat in his expression rekindled her fires. Her body hungered, and the woman deep within her yearned to fill his every want and need.
Unable and unwilling to deny him, Charlotta quickly turned onto her stomach. She looked over her shoulder at him, and shivered at the naked longing on his face as his gaze raked her, nape to ass.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you turn me on like I’ve never been turned on before.” One hand smoothed where his gaze had seared. He let his fingers follow the curve of her bottom and slid his fingers between the cheeks of her ass until they found her wet pussy. “Watching you come, taking in the beauty of you as you surrendered so completely to the moment just now, has unleashed a part of me I never knew existed.” He speared two fingers into her and then used her juices to tease her. He smoothed his wet fingers over her pussy lips and her clit, then dragged them up and teased her anus. Charlotta mewed as the eroticism of that act catapulted her arousal to the stratosphere. She couldn’t look away from him. His gaze had captivated her, as if he’d mesmerized her.
“Ours.” Barry’s blatantly hungry look and alpha-male tone made her shiver. He moved then, tented her, and began to lay a string of kisses, wet, opened-mouth and carnal, down her spine. He reached the dimple of her ass and Charlotta whimpered with excitement as he dragged his tongue over it. He worshipped her right ass cheek with lips and tongue and then gave her a nip that straddled that line between pleasure and pain. “Ours,” he said again, and then turned his attention to her left ass cheek, giving it the same attention. This time the nip was a pain that increased the pleasure, making her yearn for more.
; His hands on her hips told her what he wanted. She gained her hands and knees, and when he moved again, when he used one knee to spread her legs even wider, she felt her juices begin to trickle down her thigh.
Then he was over her, his chest brushing her back, his cock and balls between her thighs. He moved back and forth rubbing his turgid flesh against her, teasing her folds, coating himself in her wetness. Charlotta moaned and thrust her hips toward him, begging him without words to take her.
Barry jerked his hips, and his cock surged into her, strong and fast and deep. “Ours. Say it.”
Charlotta responded to the demand, to the arrogance, in a way she couldn’t have imagined she ever would. Every part of her that was feral woman recognized the dominant male in him. She quite simply melted into submission.
“Yours.”
Barry pulled nearly all the way out of her and then thrust home once more. “Again.”
“Yours.”
“Yes. Ours.” He slipped his left arm around her, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and pulling the nipple. He thrust his cock in and out of her, hard and fast, hitting deep. The girth of his dick stretched her, giving her a wonderful full feeling. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Ours.” Faster, harder, he fucked her, driving them both higher and higher still. The bed shook with the power of his thrusts, but she didn’t care. This was what she needed right now, and she bowed to his demands, moving against him to increase the pleasure for them both. When he bit down on her shoulder, images flashed in her mind, images of wild horses mating, the male claiming the female, the raw fury of nature unfettered in this most basic, instinctive act.
Charlotta screamed as she came, and she came harder than she ever had in her life. The tempest of ecstasy stormed her, spasm upon spasm of release that consumed her, pushing her beyond the boundaries of civilization, into the flames of creation itself.
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Jesse stretched out on the bed, completely content. He could stay right there all night, just watching Charlotta doze. If this was all there ever was, he’d know he’d been blessed beyond measure. But he wanted, needed more. Once could never really be enough with this woman.
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