Love Under Two Bad Boys

by Cara Covington

  She could only submit. That was the height and the width and the breadth of her ambition in that moment.

  Marc pressed his fingers against her anus, a solid push that slowly but inexorably penetrated her opening. The burning spread another blanket of heat, causing her nipples to draw tight and her clit to tremble with hunger.

  He gave one final push, fully breaching her rosebud, sinking his fingers deep, and she shattered. Wave after amazing wave of sexual ecstasy drowned her, consumed her, changed her. She felt her men join her in release, their muted shouts of completion a vibrato of bliss she heard and felt, a bliss that gave physical pleasure, yes, but emotional joy, as well. April shivered and swallowed, took and gave, and wallowed in the moment, in what they’d become, the three of them, together. Deep inside her being she felt as if they’d gone from being the three to the one.

  Aftershocks jerked her body. The smug-sounding masculine chuckles were an acknowledgement of sorts, and maybe even a bit of a gloat.

  She lay quietly limp, simply happy in that place and time to just be. Arms surrounded her, righted her, and held her close. “How are you doing there, Nancy Drew? Can you talk yet?”

  “Mumph.” It wasn’t really a word, it didn’t mean anything, but she thought if she tried, she could likely spell it.

  “What she said.” Jeremy snuggled in. They lay there together, breathing, holding each other close. Then Jeremy kissed her forehead, leaned over her and—by the sounds of it because she still had her eyes closed—shared a nice wet and squishy kiss with Marc. “I need to go make something to eat,” he said. “Comfort food for later. It’ll take me about an hour or so. Do you think the two of you can find something to do in the meantime?”

  “Oh, I think we can keep busy, lover.” Marc’s deep chest-cushioned voice tickled her ear. She felt her smile blossom as he began to run his hands up and down her back as he continued to hold her. She listened to the sounds of Jeremy grabbing something—likely his pants—and then padding, barefoot, from the room. Her thoughts wandered, briefly, over the last few moments. Her first instinct was to worry that Jeremy needed to go off on his own. Yet Marc, who admittedly knew him better, just let it be. Women and men are so different in so many ways. In time, she hoped she’d get to know both of them well enough, and herself well enough, to just let them seek their own balance their own way, without any useless self-doubt creeping in.

  Marc nuzzled his face in her hair. “I need to be inside you, April.”

  His words set instant fire to her arousal. “Yes, please.”

  With hands that became infinitely gentle, Marc eased her onto her back. “I need the traditional.” He moved between her thighs, taking his place there. She felt the heat of him, the girth of him. He moved, rubbing his engorged cock between the folds of her pussy, spreading her body’s natural lubricant on his cock.

  And then, in one slow but steady stroke, he entered her, pushing himself as deep as he could go. The slight pinch when his cockhead hit her cervix spread heat through her entire body and turned her nipples hard.

  “We haven’t done this, you and I.” Marc began a slow, soft rhythm, fucking her, taking his time. “We’ve not taken our time and savored each other. Wrap yourself around me, baby. Let’s be vanilla, just this once. Let me feel you, please.”

  She did as he asked, as needy as he apparently was for this sweeter, more sensual kind of mating. With arms and legs enclosing him, she rode with him, countering each of his thrusts, lifting her mouth to meet his. The friction of him moving inside her sent tiny little thrills throughout her body. She wanted to sigh in pure pleasure.

  Kisses deep and delicious and oh, so romantic captivated her. April would have sworn she had very little romance in her soul, but Marc Jessop drew it out of her, drew it up and out and made it bloom and grow within her.

  He slid one hand under her to hold her ass and the other beneath her shoulders. He lifted her into his thrusts, and April felt a part of her heart simply melt.

  “You feel so good, baby. Do you know what you do to me? What you give me? I never imagined…I never dared to hope.”

  “Me.” April leaned up and placed a string of kisses on his neck. “I’m giving you me, Marc Jessop. In any and every way you want to take me.”

  His cock surged within her at her words, and April cherished this moment of giving, of caring. This was deep and personal and fed a need within her she’d never felt before. She, woman, needed to succor her man in the most personal way possible.

  “I’m close.” Whispered masculine words kissed against her throat, a single shiver and a sheen of sweat that proclaimed he, too, was torn between riding this high for as long as possible or claiming the prize right now.

  April pushed her clit closer to give the tiny nub the coarse stimulation from his pubes. Then she nibbled his ear. “Yours, Marcus Jessop. Yours.”

  His growl told her he’d needed those words, that commitment. His thrusts became hard and fast and deep. Her climax exploded out of her, just as she felt Marc’s cock throb within her, pouring his seed into her.

  April clung to him, holding fast, as the rapture and the rightness rolled over and through her.

  * * * *

  The scent of something savory—beef, Marc thought—rolled through him, waking him. April had snuggled down in his arms and stirred as he gave in to the unstoppable urge and stretched.

  A quick look at the bedside clock told him they’d napped for only about an hour.

  April stretched, and the sound of her inhaling deeply put a smile on his face. “Something smells good.”

  “Thank you.”

  Her laughter, soft and sexy, washed over him. “I meant besides you.”

  “Jeremy likes to cook when he has things to think about—or when he has moments he needs to tuck away. I’m smelling beef. One of his favorite comfort foods is meatloaf. In the oven if there’s time or fashioned into patties cooked on the stove top, if there isn’t.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Marc moved so he was looking down at her. He lowered his lips and took one more drink of her. And as he kissed her, his stomach rumbled, announcing his need for food.

  “Oh my. Let’s go down there and eat. We can refuel ourselves for act two.”

  He laughed. “I think we’ve created a nymphomaniac.”

  “Lord, I hope so.”

  Marc gave her a hard, wet kiss. When he lifted his head, her smile rewarded him. Her beautiful hazel eyes shone back at him. She hadn’t said the words—none of them had. But that light in her eyes looked a hell of a lot like love.

  He bounded from the bed and grabbed his pants. He tossed her Jeremy’s shirt. Her awareness soothed him. They’d both—she and Jeremy—taken care of him this afternoon. He was signaling it was time for them to take care of Jeremy.

  Thinking that, he sat on the bed for a moment and held his hand out to her. She took it, and he brought hers to his lips and kissed it. “We haven’t gone into the D/s dynamic yet, the three of us. I know we’ll get there. I know you were really turned on thinking about being spanked.”

  “I was, and I’m looking forward to finding out if that’s something I need.”

  He wondered if a bit of prescience had colored her words. “Before we get there, I should give you a bit of a warning. Jeremy needs…well, sometimes he needs the bite of my paddle, and I do mean bite.”

  April reached out and cupped his cheek with her hand. “I know you’d never do anything to either of us that we didn’t agree to.”

  “Do you? I’ll tell you because we’re very close, the three of us, to becoming that single heart I’ve always envisioned. Jeremy has asked me to learn how to use a whip, but I’m not comfortable giving him that level of pain. I’ve been hoping to help him heal inside so he doesn’t need that. It isn’t sexual for him, that need. He doesn’t get off on it. He has a need that surfaces, every once in a while, to be punished. I see improvements, but…” He couldn’t put it completely into words. Marcus knew there was a
darkness inside his lover, a guilt for what he’d endured when only a child. He had never admitted it, and he wouldn’t see a counselor, so it was up to him—and now him and April—to give their man what he needed to heal. Whether he would take it, and do just that, heal, was an as-yet unanswered question.

  “Thank you for sharing that with me. Maybe it just needed for the three of us to find each other, Marc. I guess we have to be patient, not only with each other but with ourselves.”

  “I know you love puzzles, so I’ll be waiting to see if you can figure it out, how we can best help our man.”

  “I’ll do my best. I really believe that things generally work out the way they’re meant to be.”

  Just looking at her he knew she got it—she got him. How could he fail to believe she’d get Jeremy, too? “You’re a wise woman, Amelia Earhart.”

  “I have my moments. Let’s go find him, shall we?”

  He had friends that lived the lifestyle twenty-four-seven who would consider that last line to be topping from the bottom. He didn’t necessarily because his perception of being dominant was different from most of those he knew.

  Marc set aside deeper thoughts and got to his feet. He still held April’s hand and continued to do so as they headed down to the kitchen.

  Jeremy was sipping a glass of wine, his gaze fixed out the window over the sink. He’d already set the table.

  Marc released April’s hand and watched as she went right up to Jeremy and slipped her arms around him. She laid her cheek on his back and sighed.

  Jeremy set his wine down, turned, and enfolded her. As he hugged her, he met Marc’s gaze. Whatever ghosts had risen to haunt him, driving him from their bed, appeared to be tucked away again.

  “Supper smells good,” Marc said.

  “I’m hoping the two of you will be so totally awed and sated by my cooking that you’ll let me have my way with you.”

  Yes, Marc saw a need there in his gaze. He couldn’t put into words how very much it meant to him that Jeremy felt secure enough in the three of them to make demands. “You’re a good cook. I have no doubt about the power of your vittles.”

  April lifted her head and looked up at Jeremy. “What did you have in mind, Jeremy?”

  This is one of the things I love best about our woman. She doesn’t play games.

  Jeremy met his gaze, and he nodded.

  “I was thinking supper then coffee, and after a bit, we could shower and soak…and then, sweet April, I would very much like to take your ass—with Marc holding you. I don’t want to hurt you, and I have a feeling you’d let me, thinking it was what I needed. Marc will make sure that doesn’t happen.”

  Marc grinned. “Isn’t it great, the way we’re all coming to really know each other? That sounds like a fine agenda for the evening. Let’s eat.”

  April blushed, clearly caught out before she could even offer herself without reservation. He looked at Jeremy, who grinned right back at him.

  It didn’t even annoy him that part of Jeremy’s plan was to do everything he could to keep Marc’s mind off the next day. That was the sort of loving relationship he wanted for himself, the kind he’d seen all his life growing up in this small Texas town.

  Things are beginning to come together perfectly.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Come here, sweetheart. On your knees straddling me, ass above the water.”

  April went to Jeremy, her body responding before her mind even gave the command. She never would have guessed this about herself, that she would become so excited when a man would take on that dominant tone of voice. Apparently, that’s always been in me because I’m like this with both of them.

  On her knees, her hands on the edge of the Jacuzzi as she straddled him, April grinned when Jeremy took her right nipple into his mouth.

  Marc moved behind her, and she quivered inside. They’d shown her the butt plug they’d purchased just for her, and explained, as they showered, what was going to happen next.

  She’d loved it every time they’d played with her ass as they’d been making love. She really wanted to love this, too.

  The slide of slick fingers between the cheeks of her ass caused a shiver to cascade through her. The heat of Marc’s body, standing so close behind her, warmed her wet, air-cooled back. He kissed her shoulder as he played.

  Jeremy moved his hips slightly and rubbed his cock against her folds. His hardened length found a place between her labia. He rubbed himself up and down over her clit. Her pussy lips surrounded him, and she had the image of his cock wearing her slit like a wrap-around.

  He wasn’t even inside her and she soared.

  Marc pressed his fingers into her back channel, and she moaned. The burning sensation spread a deep sexual yearning through her body, making her clit tingle. Jeremy released her nipple with a plop and stroked her back with his hands.

  Marc eased his fingers out and then pressed the gel-like plug against her anus. Warmed by his hand, the rounded end didn’t shock, didn’t cause her to tense up. Instead, she relaxed against Jeremy, laid her head on his shoulder, and focused on breathing, on letting go.

  “Good girl.” Marc’s deep rumble thrilled her. He pressed and wiggled the plug, and despite the fact she knew the toy was smooth and a little soft, the resulting burn as her anus began to stretch to take the plug turned sharp and sexy as hell.

  “Okay?”

  “Yeah. I finally get that song because it really does hurt so good…” She couldn’t control the flexing of her pelvic floor muscles. It felt as if her libido was trying to take over her entire body.

  “Press back just a little, woman. Take what I’m giving you.”

  April obeyed, and the burning turned even sharper, fully edging into pain as Marc slowly but firmly pushed the plug all the way inside her.

  “Beautiful.” Marc kissed her shoulder again. “Baby, that is so fucking sexy, the way your anus just opened up and took that butt plug right in.”

  “Oh…” April took her arms off the edge of the tub and wrapped her left around Jeremy’s shoulders. With the other she reached back. Marcus took her hand then moved, sitting on the bench beside Jeremy. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

  “Still doing all right?”

  All right? April felt as if she’d stepped onto a new plane of existence. She was so damn horny and needed it all so damn much that a part of her wanted to just barrel forward, full speed ahead. “Mmm. I can hardly wait until I can have you both fucking me at the same time.”

  “You were made for us,” Jeremy said.

  “You were.” Marc echoed their lover’s words. He kissed her hand again. “We’ll get there, Nancy Drew. One step at a time.”

  “But I need—” She didn’t get a chance to say what she needed because Marc pressed a finger against her lips.

  “We know what you want and what you need. But in this instance, what we need comes first. We need to do this right, April. We won’t cause harm to you, not for anything.”

  She met his gaze and understood in that moment, as she’d never understood before, exactly how much being a dominant was a part not only of Marc Jessop’s psyche but of his soul. He must have gone through hell, thinking his brother was going to be hurt, earlier. In the face of this new, almost spiritual knowledge, she could only say one thing.

  “Yes, Marc.”

  The pleasure in Marc’s gaze—and the gentle squeeze from Jeremy on her left hip—rewarded her with the knowledge that she’d given her very dominant lover a gift, one that he cherished.

  Jeremy combed his fingers through her hair and raised her head just enough to fasten his mouth on hers.

  The heat of the water, the scent of sex, and her lovers’ bodies in the steam combined to send her deep into Jeremy’s kiss. With tongue and lips, and the hands that held her, Jeremy Bishop showed her passion wrapped in tenderness.

  April suckled his mouth, stroked his tongue with her own the way she would stroke his cock with it. Her nipples contracted
into impossibly hard points, and even submerged in water from the waist down, she knew her own juices saturated her cunt.

  A tiny wave grabbed her attention. Marc had stepped out of the tub and was drying himself off. He grabbed a second towel and draped it over his arms. Jeremy stood with her still wrapped around him.

  “Go with Marc.” His words tickled her ear. She released him—giving him another quick kiss—and reached for Marc.

  He wrapped the thick towel around her and carried her over to the built-in bench. His arms surrounded her, and his hands gently patted as he dried the water from her body.

  His strength thrilled her as he moved her at will, arranging her so that she straddled him while facing him, and then eased her back. In this position, she was open to him completely, her pussy clearly visible. She wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if he could see the end of the butt plug.

  “So damn sexy. You hold on to me now, woman. I’m going to play.”

  April gripped his shoulders. Her legs spread, her knees bent, she held the awkward position and then whimpered as Marc used his fingers to stroke her swollen labia. He dipped in, scooping a bit of her nectar with his fingers, then spread that over her clit.

  She had to use every bit of her will to hang on because she wanted to melt.

  “I want you hot when Jeremy fucks this sweet ass.” He used one of his fingers to poke at the plug. Then he gripped the end and turned it. April cried out, the need to come sharp and urgent.

  “Marc!”

  “Sounds like my plan’s working. Oh, look at that! A tiny little rivulet of your cream just oozed out of your body. Looks yummy.”

  He coated his finger with it then sucked his finger right into his mouth. The expression on his face said it all. He actually loved the way she tasted.