by Marla Monroe
White-hot fire ignited along her center as Aden finally licked her along her slit. All breath left her lungs. He didn’t stop there. Aden ran the tip of his tongue all around her clit before lapping at her like a kitten over a bowl of milk. Pleasure rolled through her to the point she thought she would pass out, and she hadn’t even climaxed.
She pried one hand loose from Roy’s head and reached down to try and latch on to Aden’s close-cut hair without success. Frustration clawed at her as she settled for touching him when what she really wanted to do was grasp his hair or his head and hold on tight.
Roy was pulling and twisting her other nipple now as he sucked and nipped at the one he had in his mouth. With Aden’s mouth on her pussy, Cynthia didn’t think she was going to last much longer. They were driving her higher, faster than she’d ever been before. It was as if any previous sexual experience she’d ever had was all foreplay, and this was the real thing.
Aden pressed two fingers inside her sopping pussy as he licked at her clit. Lights exploded behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut and screamed. The orgasm hit her before she realized it was there. Despite knowing it wasn’t far off, Cynthia hadn’t been ready for it. Her entire body tightened down to the point of pain even as she bowed up from the bed. Her cunt squeezed at the fingers still moving inside of her as both men placed a hand on her abdomen and held her to the bed.
Even before she’d completely settled down, Aden had removed his fingers and settled between her legs with his rock-hard cock pressing at her entrance.
“Condom!” she managed to yell between gasps for breath.
“Taken care of, sweet Cyn,” Aden hissed as he slowly entered her with the tip of his dick.
She hadn’t even realized that he’d removed his boxers, let alone rolled on a condom. Had she lost consciousness? Once again her thoughts were silenced as Aden thrust deeper into her quivering pussy, and Roy’s long cock appeared in front of her face.
“Suck me, baby girl. I’ve been dreaming of your lips around my dick.”
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and opened her mouth. Roy held the base of the shaft as he slowly fed the length to her an inch at a time. His taste spread along her tongue. It was wild and spicy. She hummed her approval as she took more of him deeper into her mouth.
“Aw, fuck. That’s so damn good, baby,” Roy said.
“She’s tight as sin, Roy. Her pussy is squeezing my dick like a rubber glove.” Aden’s strained voice barely registered as she struggled to concentrate on Roy’s cock.
When his slick shaft reached the back of her throat, she relaxed and drew in a breath through her nose so she could take more of him. As he slipped deeper, she swallowed around him. His tight curses as he pulled free of her mouth gave her a momentary thrill. Then Aden plunged all the way inside of her and bumped her cervix. The tiny pain quickly morphed into pleasure. He stilled as if waiting for her to complain. When she didn’t, he pulled back and thrust again.
“That’s it, baby. Swallow me down. That’s so fucking hot seeing your mouth wrapped around my cock. Better than my dreams,” Roy crooned.
She ran her tongue all around the shaft and under the crown. When he pulled free of her, she licked at the slit to steal a taste of the pre-cum there. Salty and heady, it only made her want more. She re-doubled her efforts at making him come. The harder she sucked and swallowed around him, the raspier his voice became as he talked. All those naughty words falling from his mouth turned her on. She’d never have thought that talking dirty would have that effect on her. Always before, she’d cringed when someone said something like that to her. Now, with these men, it got her hot.
“Fuck, Roy. Her pussy looks so good sucking down my cock. She’s tight and hot. Just wait. She’s going to blow your mind,” Aden told him.
Aden’s conversation with Roy didn’t bother her either. She liked being between them like this, liked knowing they were fine with sharing her. Cynthia felt cherished as they praised her body. She’d never felt all that confident about her body and dressed to look sexy in the shop. Now she felt sexy even without the clothes.
Aden moved in and out of her pussy, the crown of his cock rasping over her hot spot with each pass. It sent burning sparks down her spine, a precursor of the explosion that she felt building inside. If it was anything like the first one, she would never recover from it.
Cynthia rubbed her tongue up and down the large vein of Roy’s cock as he shuttled in and out of her mouth. Each time he pushed deep into her throat, she swallowed around him and let her teeth gently graze the wet shaft as he pulled back. When he slid into her mouth a short distance, she groaned around him. It always elicited a moan or curse from him.
Once she could tell he was close, she reached up and massaged his balls with one hand. The instant contracting of his thigh muscles and indrawn hiss of breath let her know it felt good. She pulled lightly on his scrotum then gently rolled his balls around before giving them a light squeeze as she swallowed around his dick again.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. That’s so good. Hell, I’m gonna come soon.” Roy’s southern accent had thickened the more aroused he grew.
“Swallow him, Cyn. All of him,” Aden said in a strangled voice as he slowly filled her with his thick cock.
She was sure he’d maintained control while Roy fucked her mouth with his cock so she wouldn’t choke. He wasn’t quite as thick as Aden, but he was almost a full inch longer. There was no way she could swallow all of him, but Cynthia tried each time he touched the back of her throat. He kept one hand fisted around the base to keep from feeding her too much. As much as she wanted to tell him to let go, she appreciated that he wasn’t forcing her.
“Yes!” Roy’s hoarse shout told her he was there. Less than a second later, he filled her mouth and throat with his cum.
Cynthia struggled to swallow all of what he gave her. His slightly musky taste filled her senses. Everything about Roy was slightly wild and all male. The way he ran his fingers through her hair, letting his nails lightly drag across her scalp let her know she had all of him in that instant. He held nothing back from her.
He gently massaged her head, his own thrown back with a fierce expression that looked like a mix between agony and ecstasy. Knowing that she’d put that look there, that it was her mouth that had given him release, gave her a sense of power. He opened his eyes and gazed down into hers with an intense light that had her heart stuttering in her chest.
“That was perfect, baby girl. You’re perfect.” Roy ran his thumb across her cheek then moved back.
Aden lifted her legs over his arms, recapturing her attention once again. He always seemed to have a serious expression on his face as if he never truly relaxed. She wanted him to let go with her as Roy had. Would he do that when he came, or would he still hold a fist-tight grip on all of his emotions?
He gripped her thighs as he pulled back then slowly sank deep inside of her again. She wanted more, faster. She wanted him to fuck her like he meant it. When she opened her mouth to tell him that, he slammed into her as if he’d read her mind.
“Yes!” she hissed out.
Without thinking, she gripped his hands where he held her thighs before dropping them to the bed to dig into the covers. She used the mattress as a leverage of sorts so that when he shoved that hard cock deep inside her cunt, she was able to meet him halfway. With each thrust of his dick, he moved faster until soon he was pounding into her, fast and hard. She couldn’t catch her breath, and the pressure of her impending climax was almost painful.
“Fuck, you’re tight. So hot and tight. Pure, hot Cyn. Our Cyn. Say it. Tell us you are ours,” Aden said in a deep, guttural voice.
“Yes. Please don’t stop.” Cynthia thought she’d die if he stopped now.
“Say it, Cyn. I want to hear you say that you belong to us. No one but us,” he rasped out.
“Yes. I belong to you. You and Roy. Oh, God, it’s too good.” She felt the scream building inside of her.
“Roy. Help her, man. I’m about gone.” Aden’s voice barely registered as she stretched to reach her peak.
The first touch of Roy’s fingers on her breasts elicited chills, the second drew a cry as he twisted her nipples, pulling at them until she felt it deep inside of her pussy. He replaced one hand with his hot, wet mouth and moved that hand down her abdomen and over her pelvis to her mound. To her surprise, he swirled his finger around her clit as Aden pounded into her.
“Come, Cyn. Come for us,” Aden shouted.
Roy tugged gently on her clit as he bit down on one nipple. She screamed and flew apart between them, the pleasure so intense that she thought she’d shatter into a million pieces. Nothing had ever felt that good before. No matter how many times she might think it, this first time between them was more than she could have imagined.
She dimly heard Aden’s shout as he came, but she couldn’t mistake the expression on his face as he fought to remain in control. The brief second that he lost it would forever be in her memory as his face relaxed for an instant and pure pleasure took over until he ruthlessly clamped down on it. The release had been good for him, but he hadn’t meant to let it go that far. Even in her floating state of euphoria, Cynthia could see that.
He collapsed on top of her, Roy barely managing to scamper back before he became the filling in their sandwich. His soft curse set her off into a fit of giggles. Aden groaned and rolled to one side.
“What’s so fucking funny?” he demanded.
“You nearly squished Roy.” She fought to stop laughing.
“Serves him right. He was in the way,” he huffed out.
“Next time yell timber before you fall, man,” Roy added with a chuckle.
Aden didn’t answer, just lifted one hand and made a rude gesture with his middle finger. It set her off into another fit of giggles.
“I think she’s suffering from oxygen starvation. What should we do?” Roy asked.
“Beats the hell out of me.”
Roy leaned over her with a smug smile. “I know what to do. We—tickle her.”
Cynthia immediately tried to scramble away, but with one man on either side of her, she had no chance of escape. They had her curled into a tight ball begging them to stop in less than a minute. Finally, they relented and left her gasping for breath. Aden slipped off to the bathroom but returned to help Roy settle her beneath the sheets between them.
Totally exhausted, Cynthia never once thought about the earlier nightmare or even Nick. Instead, questions on what she’d agreed to when she’d promised that she was theirs began to trickle into her head. Before she could settle on one to worry over, she fell asleep.
Chapter Twelve
Cynthia woke up with the feeling that something was different. She didn’t open her eyes right away, unsure of what she’d find. Why did she feel so odd? Then flashes of memory from the night before jerked her eyelids open and her body in an upright position at the same time.
Oh, hell. What have I done?
Sounds from the front of the house finally penetrated the roaring in her ears, alerting her to the fact that at least one of the men was still around. She looked over at the bedside clock and breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t late opening the shop. She needed to get a move on, though, if she was going to stay on time. What in the hell was she going to say to them?
When she opened the bathroom door, it was to find a very naked Roy drying his scrumptious body with one of her towels. If she hadn’t gotten sidetracked by the view, she would have screamed in surprise. Instead, she found herself pulled into a Roy-hug where she lost her breath and forgot who she was for a few seconds from the mind-numbing kiss he gave her.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said with a grin.
“You brushed your teeth!” she accused with a frown.
His brows drew up in confusion. “Uh, yeah? Was I not supposed to?”
“Well, I haven’t yet. That’s not fair.” She narrowed her eyes at him then walked around him to turn the shower back on.
When she turned back to grab a towel, he was still standing in the same place with the same silly, confused expression on his face. She stepped into the shower and ignored him. She didn’t have time to visit. First she needed coffee, and then she needed something to eat. A clouded memory of noise coming from the front of her house hit her, and she groaned. Aden was probably in her kitchen making a mess. Cynthia redoubled her efforts to finish faster.
When she turned off the water and opened the shower door, it was to find Aden there with a steaming mug of coffee held out in offering in one hand and a towel in the other. She sighed and grabbed both.
“I’m sorry, honey,” he said.
“About what?” Visions of a totally trashed kitchen filled her head with dread.
“Um, evidently we weren’t supposed to brush our teeth until after you did. I already brushed mine, too,” he said.
Cynthia blinked really slowly. Then she blinked again.
“Um, I don’t understand,” she finally said.
Aden scowled. “Roy said you got mad because he’d brushed his teeth and you hadn’t.”
“Oh. Well, he kissed me, and I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet. That made me have yucky morning breath, and he didn’t.” Feeling as if she’d explained the situation, she began drying off after setting her mug on the counter.
Aden opened his mouth then shut it. Then he shook his head and turned to her. “Can I kiss you?”
“I still haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” she told him.
“Fuck that!” He grabbed her and kissed her anyway. When he pulled away, he smiled. “Now you can be mad at both of us at the same time.”
She started to argue with him, but he turned and walked out before she could get the words out. What was up with them? Finally she shrugged. They must not be morning people. With that thought, she brushed her teeth and dried her hair.
By the time she’d emerged from her bedroom dressed and ready to go, the men had put together a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. When she scanned the kitchen, it was to find that it seemed unscathed. Either they’d cleaned up after themselves, which earned them brownie points, or they were of the rare breed of male that didn’t make huge messes in the kitchen, which earned them more brownie points.
“Breakfast is ready. We didn’t know if you usually made your own lunch or not, so we figured today it wouldn’t hurt to pick something up instead,” Aden said.
Roy urged her onto a bar stool where they piled food on her plate, despite her trying to stop them. It didn’t matter that it smelled wonderful—she wasn’t able to eat that much.
“We’re going to follow you to work this morning, then go by the hardware store and grab some locks,” Roy told her.
“Thanks, but are you sure that’s necessary?” she asked as she gathered her purse to leave.
“Absolutely necessary,” Aden said. “One of us will come back tonight to be there while you lock up. We’ll take turns until the security system is installed and working.”
“Se—what? What security system? What are you talking about, Aden?” She growled over at Roy when he took her keys from her to unlock her car door.
“I called a friend of ours from Knoxville. He specializes in home security systems. He’s going to come see about installing one here so we don’t have to worry about you,” Aden told her.
“First of all,” she stuck her hands on her hips, “I didn’t agree to get a security system. And second of all, what in the hell do you think you’re doing? You don’t have to worry about me with or without a damn security system.” She stomped her foot.
“Language, baby girl,” Roy said with a grin.
“Poor choice of words, Cyn. What I meant to say was that we will worry about you no matter what because you’re important to us, but we won’t worry as much if we know you’ve got a good security system in place.” Aden bent and kissed her before she could figure out what to say to that.
When she finally had
her thoughts together, he’d already jumped into the truck and closed the door. She turned to lay into Roy, but the bastard had fled the scene as well and was saluting her as he climbed into the passenger side of the truck. She gritted her teeth before getting into her SUV and buckling up. She’d get them later. No way was she going to let them get away with dictating her life.
Cynthia mumbled to herself all the way to the shop. She parked in the back and watched as they sat in the truck a safe distance away as she unlocked the shop’s back door. Once she had the door unlocked and the security off, she waved and closed and locked the door behind her. She smiled to herself. They hadn’t thought about asking for a key to get in her house to install the new locks. Neither could the security guy get inside without her there.
As she started to put her keys into her purse, she realized why they hadn’t said anything about borrowing a key. The sneaky things had lifted her key off her key ring. She added that to their growing list of demerits as she got ready to open the shop. Clearly she hadn’t been in her right mind when she’d agreed to a relationship with those two.
I was begging for an orgasm. What do I expect?
It wouldn’t last anyway. They’d get jealous of each other and decide she wasn’t worth their friendship and end it soon enough. Worrying about the future was a waste of her time. There wouldn’t be a future.
By the time she’d checked out the first few customers of the day, Cynthia felt much better. She’d go along for the ride and wait it out. No one would say much for a while anyway. They’d just figure she was sowing a few wild oats. Her own friends had urged her to give them a try. She had been worrying about it for no reason.
When lunchtime rolled around, she decided to see if Denise was ready for lunch. They could grab a hamburger at Five Guys Burgers and Fries down the street. It had been a while since she’d had one, and they were always delicious.