by Amy Brent
This was so needy, but she felt good with them watching what she’d done since walking away from them. Sadie wept as she brought herself closer to an orgasm, heady from the feeling of their presence and the way that they were watching her as she gazed at them with hooded eyes. “I do this every night thinking of you both. I want to be in your bed every day and feel you inside of my pussy, my mouth…my ass.” That was something that they hadn’t done yet, and she watched Jacob slip off his tie before they both stepped forward.
Sadie was lifted onto the couch and pressed back as Brent tied her hands and pulled them above her head. Jacob took her feet and tied one to the bottom of the sofa before he buried his face in her hot core and feasted on her hungrily. “You’re not fucking moving for a while,” Jacob said against her before he dove back in and his voice vibrated against her throbbing clit.
Something firm got clipped onto her nipples, and Sadie looked down to see the clips used for thick stacks of paper pressing her together as she cried out. The pain was intense, but it urged her orgasm forward as she arched her back and offered more of herself to Jacob. Brent covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard and long as she closed her eyes and memorized the feel of the men that she loved against her.
Sadie cried out as she exploded against Jacob and Brent sucked her tongue into his mouth as he reached a hand down to tease her clit as Jacob drove his tongue into her. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” Sadie whispered in the seconds that her lips were free of the kiss. “I love you, both of you.”
“I love you, Sadie,” Brent whispered against her lips as he stroked her clit harder and drove her into another full release.
“I never stopped thinking about you,” Jacob breathed as he dropped his pants and rolled on a condom before he drove himself inside of her. Brent watched, not moving his fingers as his best friend fucked the woman that they both loved without envy or anger. Sadie leaned her head back and moaned as Jacob took her harder before he released her foot and dropped onto his back. Jacob tugged Sadie over him, and she found him with her center as she slid over him and rode him with her hands pressed against his rippled abdomen.
Brent slipped a hand between her ass cheeks and found the tight entrance as he prodded with his finger. “Oh God. I need you, Brent.” She vaguely heard him dropping something to the floor. He walked somewhere and came back before he parted her and slipped his cock over her rim and moved inside inch by inch. Brent ripped off the clips and cupped and squeezed her as he filled her with his cock and she leaned back against him.
Sadie rocked onto Jacob as Brent moved into her in a rough rhythm and she knew that she was going to break apart with the sweet pressure of both of them filling her. Sadie whimpered softly as her body tensed and let go before Jacob shot deep inside of her and stared into her eyes. Brent gripped her hips and thrust once, twice before she felt his hot come filling her ass as she cried out his name.
“You know that I can’t live without this, don’t you?” Sadie asked them as she leaned forward against Jacob and stared into his eyes.
“I feel the same way,” Jacob replied as he untied her hands and pulled her down for a kiss.
“I want to give this a try. I choose us over all of the other fears that I have.” Sadie said to both of them as Brent pulled out of her and leaned forward to kiss her back.
“Yes. I missed both of you, and I can’t live like that,” Brent added as she smiled and found Jacob’s full lips with her mouth.
They ordered lunch in and ate on the couch as the three got to know each other again without all of the strain that had been between them before. Sadie cuddled against both men before they made love again with Brent taking her from behind and Jacob in her mouth. They told her that they loved her.
Sadie left the office with a smile on her face and her body aching from their afternoon. She didn’t look at anybody and went home to get ready for dinner with her men, feeling complete and full inside.
Their relationship wasn’t normal, but it made them happy. Three people could love one another and risk it all for their happiness, and that was what she was going to do.
She was going to live her life for herself.
SPECIAL BONUS - HOT TIPS TO MAKE YOUR MAN YOUR DREAM LOVER
WANNA KNOW WHAT YOUR MAN SECRETLY DESIRES IN BED?
Who said sex has to be a test? Who said it has to be perfect?
It is a game, a dance that needs to be played and danced together, exploring each other, pleasing each other’s bodies and warming each other’s spirits.
So, how do you convert your man into your PERFECT lover?
A tricky question, with a simple answer:
Begin with acceptance: Yes, bathe your man with acceptance. That’s what most men want. They are so much conditioned with performance pressure and continuously fear failure. You can be his soothing harbor. You are the one who will make him believe that he is perfect, you are the one who will accept him as he is and together both of you will discover the best way to perform. Let him know how much you love him and how grateful you are for him. Keep encouraging him through the process so that there is absolutely no room for shame.
How about an invitation? Men love being told what they should be doing – and they get particularly turned on if the person guiding them is their partner. Now, don’t start giving orders. Men like being heroes – your man wants to be your hero. Therefore, he feels better when he gives rather than when he receives.
So, what should you do? Well, it’s simple – you must invite him to please you, your body and your soul. Don’t say that to him – let your body, your moans, your sighs, your shudders and your writhing say that! If possible, exaggerate your pleasures – don’t become a school master in bed – become his satisfied, seductive mistress.
How about the garnish? Well, this one is really important. Men like to be acknowledged. Acknowledge him whenever he does something you love – you can do this physically as well as otherwise. Make him feel like your hero again – he is the one who does it right!
Finally, how about the dessert? Yes, men feel nice to be givers. But sometimes, they like to sit back and relax. So, once he has been a giver, just tell him that you want to pleasure him and check for guidance here and there as you caress his body, giving careful attention to his ears (yes, nibble his ears), his nipples, his torso….no…don’t get to the shaft yet. Let him have his hands by his sides – no touching allowed! And let him enjoy the reward of being a good man. Finally, fuel his desire to please you in as many ways as possible by moving to the shaft and paying special attention to his balls, length and the tip. Use the right amount of pressure and move your hands and mouth in coordination – more on this in my next book!
For now, if you have mastered this – you have converted your man into a good man, your perfect lover – a man committed to pleasing you all the time!
Have fun!
PREVIEW OF AUTHOR’S NEXT YET TO BE RELEASED BOOK: DOUBLE DARE
DOUBLE DARE (EXCERPT)
CHAPTER 1
I sat in the chair and let the makeup artist work her magic as I listened to the activity around me. I remembered asking my agent if I really needed to do this fashion show since I was an established plus sized model here in New York, but she assured me that it was a charity of sorts by a well-known architecture company and for a great cause, helping the local hospital in the interest of sick children. I would be walking the runway in fashions by an up and coming designer who’d recently graduated from Parsons at the top of her class.
I think her name was Valerie something. I wasn’t interested in work that didn’t pay cash, but Monica assured me that this would be fantastic
exposure, and my agent hadn’t steered me wrong. I’d forgiven her for the calls that were for skimpy barely there lingerie a few years ago since they presented themselves as a legitimate clothing store.
I was a bigger model at size eighteen, but my curves were firm and sexy. My favorite look that I had was the highlighted loose curls that I’d give
n in to when I was young, highlighted in a soft honey shade, completely natural and wild. My sister shared my hair and taught me how to treat it and what products to use, and so far, it had done well for my modeling career. I also had some green eyes that while dark, could lighten depending on my mood. I wasn’t good at hiding my feelings about too much, and they’d flash as my voice started rising when I was irritated.
“Your skin is amazing. You look about nineteen!” The cute blue-haired artist told me as she brushed something over my broad cheekbones. I was twenty-six, so I liked that. “I barely need any foundation with this gorgeous caramel tone and I never say that.”
“Thanks,” I told her as my eyes darted to the mirror to make sure I didn’t look awful. I’d been zoning out since I got here, tired from staying out late with my roommate at a club opening the night before. We had stayed a bit later than necessary and enjoyed the free drinks more than I normally did.
I looked good, and she’d added some highlighter on my skin that popped out in an alluring way. It would look great with the slinky red dress that I was wearing tonight, and she’d done a great job darkening my eyes with smoky colors and great blending. “Ah, thanks. I like this. Can you do my face on a regular basis?” A lot of them took away from my skin color, and I would have to have them fix their errors.
“I’d love to. What do you think about a glossy red on these full lips? I hear you’re wearing a red dress tonight?” She asked, and I nodded as I raised an eyebrow. She giggled. “They tell me this stuff before the models come in.”
“I thought you were psychic,” I replied with a smile as she shook her head and grinned. “I like that idea.”
I was done within a few minutes, and I thanked her and headed to wardrobe as I tugged on the low messy bun that the man had done in my hair. It showed my curls but suited the dress, and I smiled as I pushed the door open and watched the madness for a moment. Models were running everywhere with clothes in their hands, and people were barking at them as I shook my head slowly. This was the reason I preferred solo work and photo shoots. I ran my hands down my yoga pants and stepped forward to the platinum blonde I’d spoken to earlier, who looked completely frazzled by this point. “Hi. I am here for my dress,” I told her as she asked me my name. “Trina James.”
Her tired brown eyes searched the paper on her clipboard, and she glanced up at me and pointed to the corner of the room. “Over there, number fifteen. There’s a place to change right there.”
“Thanks,” I told her as I smiled and turned to search the room with my eyes. The little curtained off areas weren’t the best conditions for getting some of the clothing that I’d worn on, but it was the nature of these events. I walked over to the spot where my dress was hung and stepped inside of the thin blue material as the noise level increased around me. I was quick to slide it on, and I made sure that it was covering everything before I stepped out, thought it was cut in such a way that it showed off all of my curves. I looked in the mirror and slipped my feet into the Louboutin heels that brought me from five foot nine to over six feet tall.
I needed some quiet, so I left the room to put on the black choker and earrings in the hallway as I reminded myself to never take a job like this again. Models were hard to deal with on a smaller scale, and this was chaos. I walked over to where we’d be entering the stage area, early enough to be on my own and find a seat as I prepped myself for this. These things were always bright lights and loud music, usually with a rambunctious audience that was drunk from the cocktails and little food they’d eaten over the dinner they paid top dollar for. I smoothed my hands over the top that was tied around my neck and cut daringly with a good tease of my cleavage. I knew not to mess with my face or press my lips together from the near ten years of experience that I’d gained, but I was nervous about this evening. I wasn’t sure just why, but my stomach fluttered as I heard other models approaching.
They were all dressed up in revealing dresses of various colors, and I had to admit that the designer had a good style about her. I’d opted to wear only one and be out of there since I wasn’t fond of the quick changes and Monica had grudgingly agreed. I might stick around in the back and check out some of the other clothes, but that was my limit. I wasn’t getting paid for this.
CHAPTER 2
The announcer stopped the music that was playing to announce the fashion show and the designer, Valerie Bacceli. She bounced by us, tiny and young in a black dress with an edge. She looked happy, and I smiled as she walked out and waved to everyone before answering the questions the man asked her. She was flustered and nervous and absolutely adorable. The crowd cheered obnoxiously, and I waited as they started calling our names to walk the long runway. I was the sixth model and walked out to a Sade song that I favored.
I walked to the sensual beat; shoulders raised and eyes forward as I let them pass over the vague crowd as if I could see them. I wanted to make Valerie look good, and I knew damn good and well how to own a dress. I flirted and swayed before making a turn at the end to show off every part of the dress from every angle. I paused for a moment as I felt someone staring hard at me and blinked before I started back towards the exit. It seemed to take forever, and I was happy to step into the dimly lit hallway as the next girl took the stage. I was done for the night, but I figured that I’d change back into my clothes and watch a little more from the back just to see more details in the clothes.
Once I was changed into my yoga pants and sweater, I was surprised when the blonde handed me a bag in the changing room. “What’s this?” I peeked inside to see the dress I’d modeled as well as the heels and I stared at her. I was only in the bathroom for a few minutes rinsing off my makeup. “Why are you giving this to me?”
“I was told by my sponsors to give that to you since they thought you looked so beautiful in it. There’s some paperwork that you’ll want to read as well.” She gave me a bright smile, and I tilted my head as red flags showed up everywhere in my mind.
“Who might the sponsors be?” I inquired as she laughed.
“Brighton Architecture, among other businesses all over the world.” That’s right. My agent told me about them, but I’d hardly paid attention.
“Do they do these kinds of things often?” My question seemed to fluster her, and she shrugged mysteriously. “Have a good night.”
“Thanks. You, too.” I left with my purse slung over my body and the bag in my hand and skirted around the crowd to watch some of the remaining show. The dresses were quite impressive, but I found it odd that none of the other models seemed to be leaving with a bag like mine. I was at the bar ordering a drink when I felt someone beside me.
“You’re the sixth model, correct?” I turned to see a handsome man sitting beside me, muscled and dark and a few years older than my twenty-three years.
“I am. How do you remember me?” I asked as he smiled seductively and extended his hand.
“Colton Brighton. Trina, was it?” He asked, and a lightbulb flashed in my mind.
“Brighton as in the company?” He nodded, and I wondered what he did there. The man couldn’t be older than thirty. “You sponsored this event?”
“My company did, yes.” He said easily as a man that looked just like him came to stand beside him. I looked from one to the other and wondered what kind of family would produce such gorgeous people, twins at that. “This is my brother, Declan.” I shook his hand as we greeted each other and could immediately sense some tension thick in the air. I wasn’t sure if it was of a sexual nature since they were some of the hottest men I’d laid eyes on and I’d be crazy not to think a few dirty thoughts. I also sensed it between the siblings as I looked them over. “We own the company.”
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