Something niggled in her brain, something Aislinn had said about giving them her keys so they could get some stuff so she’d feel more comfortable. Nah. They wouldn’t take her dog, would they?
“Sounded like a dog to me.” TJ looked bored.
Chris gingerly pulled free of the thick penis which had minutes ago helped to give her a fantastic orgasm, a penis she was anxiously looking forward to getting to know better, along with another still hidden beneath the buttons of TJ’s fly. For a second, her cheeks heated with the direction of her thoughts then she sobered.
After getting on her own feet she rested her fists on her hips, ignoring the fact she was nude from the waist up. “That’s Clodhopper, isn’t it? How the hell did my dog wind up here and why do you still have a penis?”
“Clodhopper,” Jon muttered.
Her gaze shot to TJ’s groin, since she knew for a fact Jon didn’t have a problem with his equipment. The copious amount of moisture leaking onto her thighs was proof.
Her eyes widened just as TJ opened his mouth to speak.
“Oh my God. What did you do to my dog?”
TJ put his hands up in a soothing gesture. “Calm down. I didn’t do anything. He’s fine.”
“Then how did you get him here? I know for damn sure he wouldn’t have come willingly.” She glanced again at his crotch, smiling when he covered it with both hands.
“Where the fuck did you learn to teach your dog to go for the balls?”
Chris smiled sweetly. Served him right for kidnapping her doggie.
This was what Aislinn had told them to bring from her house? She could cry right now. Aislinn knew Chris used Clod for protection, although fat lot of good he’d done her when her brother had shown up and Clod had been at the groomers. Had her brother waited for such a time? Had he been watching her? Didn’t matter anymore. Besides, what better way to protect herself from these two men than a trained attack dog? She had to admit, having Clod here went a long way in making her feel safer though she was starting to believe she didn’t need it. TJ and Jon weren’t going to hurt her. Not physically anyway. They might break her heart when they were through with her, but she didn’t think they’d cause her pain.
TJ grabbed her forearm when she reached for the door handle. Chris glanced down and grinned. “You might want to step back.” His fingers flew off like she’d burned him. The second she opened the door, Clodhopper bounded out, tongue flapping, tail wagging.
“Shit.”
“Motherfucker.”
She felt the air move as both men jumped back.
“Hello, baby.” Chris dropped to her knees and buried her head next to his. He panted and whined his greeting, his big paws landing on her thighs. His snout lifted, sniffing the air and looking over her shoulder at TJ and Jon. His lips curled and a low growl emanated from his chest.
“That’s my good boy. He’s very protective,” she said over her shoulder.
“No shit, Sherlock.” TJ pressed himself against the wall.
“And you call yourself a SEAL?” Chris rubbed the scruff of Clod’s neck once more before standing. The feel of his fur tickling her naked breasts was more than a little weird.
“Do you see a gun in my hand right now? That dog nearly took of my manhood.”
“Your manhood? I think they call that purple prose in fiction. Can I have my shirt back?”
“No.”
The emphatic no came from both of them. Clodhopper took exception, snapping at the one closest to him, Jon.
He didn’t seem the least bit impressed. “Call Cloddy off, Chris, and let’s get back to the reason you’re here, which we all now know has nothing to do with just a fling.”
“But—”
“No buts. Call him off.”
Jon didn’t move from his perch, TJ didn’t either, both of them presenting non-threatening positions.
“Oh fine, but just for the record, I really think it sucks that you broke into my house and stole my dog.”
TJ was quick to answer. “I didn’t break into your house, I had a key, and I didn’t steal your beast, I brought him here so you would be more comfortable armed with the knowledge that if either of us did anything you didn’t like, you could sic him on us.”
She paused. A lump formed in her throat. Men weren’t supposed to be thoughtful. They were supposed to use women and toss them away, not provide the protection against them.
“Clodhopper, at ease,” she commanded, using the hand signal Clod would recognize. He immediately sat at her heel and panted, waiting for his next instruction. He wouldn’t attack unless he felt Chris was being threatened or she gave him the command to attack. He’d do it without qualm, friend or not.
Jon straightened, stripped off the used condom as if that were the most important thing right now, then stuck his free hand out for Clodhopper to sniff, letting her dog get to know him.
“Why exactly did you give him a name like Clodhopper?” TJ joined Jon, a tad slower in offering his fingers to the wet nose and tongue of her dog. She could just imagine what had happened at her house.
“Because he had such big feet as a puppy. You drugged him, didn’t you? That’s why you still have your package?”
Jon stepped around her into the bathroom and disposed of the condom.
TJ nodded. “Didn’t hurt him a bit.”
“Next time I shoot you with a dart, I’ll be sure and ask if it didn’t hurt a bit,” she grunted.
“Speaking of packages…” TJ adjusted himself. “Perhaps it’s time we move this party into the bedroom.” He stepped closer, invading her personal space and wrapping his scent around her. Her mouth watered, and her pussy flared to life. It appeared the niceties were through. She nodded and watched Jon’s hand wrap around his cock and give a long, slow stroke.
Chris swallowed as a drop of pre-come leaked from the tip.
Each of them grabbed one of her elbows and tugged her to an open door at the end of the hall. The door shut with a resounding click, shutting Clodhopper out and making her jump with its implication. No escape. Did she even want to?
TJ stepped up behind her and hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her skirt. He shimmied it over her hips to let it puddle on the floor. “We’ve been waiting too long for this to be just a one-nighter.” He knelt and his hands wandered up from the backs of her knees to her butt cheeks, caressing and smoothing over the skin.
The up-close-and-personal attention her ass was getting embarrassed her, but she had a feeling there were far more exciting things about to happen than him touching her butt.
He proved it by spreading her cheeks and running his thumb the length of her crack, pausing to circle her anus. She gasped and rose up on her tiptoes. Her clit throbbed, her nipples hardened and damned if Jon wasn’t drooling as he stared at the front of her body on display for him.
If she were at all self-conscious about her body, she might feel more awkward. As it was, she felt cherished, as if she were the only female on the planet who’d ever turned them on. She wasn’t, but it was the way they both made her feel in this moment that mattered.
Jon’s cock stood proudly from the juncture of his thighs. He wiggled out of the jeans hanging loosely on his hips and kicked them off, then stripped his black T-shirt over his head to reveal broad shoulders and abs thick with muscles that tapered into slim hips and firm thighs. He was covered in the perfect amount of hair. Not too much, not shaved like a swimmer.
TJ’s hands moved up the small of her back, making her shiver, then to her front where they covered her breasts and plucked at her nipples. She glanced down, amazed at how big his hands were on her, how his tanned skin contrasted with her pale chest. His fingers were slightly rough—calloused, she guessed—and rasped at the sensitive buds exquisitely. She’d never stopped to think about how they would feel if a man ever really touched them.
One of her previous boyfriends had fondled them, but not loved them. Not shown them the attention TJ knew exactly how to show them. Th
ey weren’t small, certainly not big either, but seemed to fit perfectly in the cup of his palms. He rolled the nubs in his fingers and she sucked in a breath. Between his touch and seeing Jon in the buff, she was more than ready for round two.
“Get on your hands and knees.” TJ’s lips roved over her ear, sending goose bumps down her arms.
For a woman who’d never had sex any way other than the missionary position, she was certainly receiving an education tonight.
Hell, she was having sex with two men in their home where they’d planned an entire seduction for her and were demanding she get on all fours. No biggie. She mentally snorted and wondered why in the hell she wasn’t running for the front door, naked or not.
She gave the room a quick glance as she knelt on the floor, because for some reason she deemed it prudent to at least see where she was. Totally masculine in its furnishing, the room was done in dark blues and greens. A huge four-poster bed dominated the middle and a sudden panic flared to life. They promised not to tie you down. And Aislinn knew she was here, right?
A hand between her shoulder blades pushed gently, guiding her to put her palms on the floor. Chris hung her head. She wanted to think it was in shame, but the reality was, she wanted whatever was about to happen. Gravity pulled her breasts downward, the nipples drawn up tight.
There was a rustle of clothes behind her. TJ getting naked she hoped. Christ, they must have drugged her along with her dog. Just this morning she’d told TJ to get the hell away from her desk and here she was practically begging him to fuck her from behind.
She had to be dreaming. It was the only logical explanation for her plunge off the deep end.
“So soft.” Lips whispered across the skin near her buttocks and she lifted her head. A pair of knees suddenly filled her vision. Her breasts swayed with her heavy breathing and her anticipation.
TJ moved, straddling her legs on his knees and tickling her calves and thighs with his hairier legs. His cock prodded her, first bumping into one butt cheek then hitting upon her slit. He separated her ass with his thumbs and his gaze bore into her like a one ton weight.
She whimpered and dropped her head back down. How could she be doing this?
One hand left and she bit her lip. Surely he didn’t think to do anything to her ass. Not tonight. Something cold plopped onto the tight pucker.
“Oh God.”
“Relax, baby. If you don’t like it, I’ll back off, simple as that.”
“Uhnnn…”
TJ’s thumb pressed through the cold lubricant and she tensed. Jon sat in front of her, his erection at a furious angle right in front of her face. Fascinated by the pearly drop of come on the fat head, she relaxed, curving her spine and releasing the tension in her butt.
Jon’s hand tangled in her hair, lifting the strands away so he could see her face.
“You ever done this before?”
She burst out laughing. “Which part? The going down on my hands and knees, the two men at once, letting someone stick their thumb in my ass, or the blow job I think is staring me in the face?” She glanced up at him. “You’ve got to be kidding, right?”
His smile said he liked her answer. His words cemented it. “I love your feistiness. I am specifically referring to the blow job, as you so eloquently put it.”
She would have answered except at that moment TJ slid a finger into the one place on her body nothing had ever entered before. It hurt, yet felt good at the same time. She groaned and backed into him. He steadied her with the hand on her back again, pushing her forward until he had her where he wanted her, and pulled his finger nearly all the way out.
“Fuck, she’s tight.”
“Well duh,” she wanted to shout but didn’t. She wiggled, looking for more. “Since nothing’s ever been…” He pushed in again. “Fudge.” Chris collapsed onto her elbows and dropped her head on her forearm.
“What was that?” TJ asked, retreating and thrusting over and over, opening her up to what she was sure would be a bigger invasion sooner rather than later.
“Nothing,” she snapped and heard TJ chuckle. Jon tilted her head and scooted closer. His penis would have poked her in the eye had she not yanked her head back some more.
And there it was again, in all its way-more-inches-than-she-could-handle glory. She realized she wanted to though. She wanted to take all she could of his length in her mouth and please him. It was the thought of swallowing what came out of said penis that made her pause.
Did everyone swallow? Did Jon expect her to? Would he be angry if she didn’t? Christ, just thinking about it had her sweating and gagging. Fear of the unknown. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she was making it out to be. She agonized over the problem for precious seconds before deciding if he didn’t like her not wanting to receive his come, then he could bite her. They’d essentially kidnapped her. If they made her do anything she didn’t want, she considered that rape.
His cock waved before her eyes, begging her for some attention, and she swallowed.
“Hey.” Jon’s hands slipped around her cheeks and he looked into her eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”
Oh shit. He was going to make her cry. Again. She wasn’t prepared for the tenderness. She had not been brought up to perceive men the way he was acting.
“I want to,” she replied with steely determination. And she did. For him. For being a man she hadn’t realized existed.
TJ added a second finger and she yelped as he widened the expanse of her exit. It couldn’t be called an entrance. She didn’t think God had really meant for it to be used as an entrance when he created it, but maybe he should have because holy shit, there was something to this whole back-door thing.
Then Jon’s hands guided her head down and closer to the head of his erection and she decided she really wanted to know what he tasted like. With the flat of her tongue, she swiped at the velvet-soft skin and listened to him hiss.
Jesus, she was beautiful. Smooth, silky skin that pinkened whenever they touched her. Her juices literally dripped from her pussy, inviting TJ to lap at her again. First he had to work the rosy, puckered hole back here. She was fucking tighter than hell and his dick wanted in. Now.
He watched her head descend on Jon’s cock, her mouth opening wide to take him in, and he could almost feel her lips wrap around his own erection. TJ groaned and fisted his cock with his free hand and continued twisting and penetrating her asshole with two fingers of his other hand.
Her body shuddered, her vaginal muscles contracted and released, giving him a peek into her pussy.
“Fuck it,” he gritted out and leaned over her to reach for the box of condoms he’d dumped on the floor earlier. The action impaled her farther on his fingers. She shrieked and her head shot up, eliciting a growl from Jon.
“Sorry, man.” TJ stayed where he was, bent over Chris, the tip of his cock inadvertently embedded in her pussy.
“Uh-huh,” Jon ground out. “Real fucking sorry.”
Chris dropped her head with an “Uhn.” Sheer willpower kept him from thrusting into the wet heat surrounding his cock. Sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip, his hips flexed and one more inch was sheathed by her pussy.
“Ah fuck. You’re killing me here, babe.” He rested his cheek on her back.
“Yeah, I can see where this is all my fault.” She panted and wiggled her ass on his groin.
“Stop unless you want me to take you without a rubber.”
She froze. TJ withdrew his fingers from her ass, drawing a low moan from her. He planted both hands on the floor on either side of her and didn’t move.
“I’m—I’m on the pill,” she offered, her lips grazing Jon’s cock, her tongue flicking out along the vein running the length underneath.
“Shit. Don’t say that.” TJ couldn’t help but push his hips forward another inch.
Her lips covered Jon’s cock, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked on him, then she released him with a pop before looking back at TJ. “I’m on the
pill.” Her eyes glittered with the same ferocious need he felt and he snapped.
TJ reared up on his knees and drove into her until his balls slapped against her clit. Chris arched back, mewling like a wildcat and squeezing his cock in a vise.
He wouldn’t last a second. TJ gripped Chris’s hips as she lowered her mouth again, causing Jon’s head to fall back in ecstasy.
Then he was lost in the pounding of flesh on flesh, the wet slurp of his cock in her juices, of her mouth on Jon’s penis, the drag and tug on his length and the constant whimpers and moans coming from both Chris and Jon.
The electricity between them sizzled. He met Jon’s eyes over her shoulder and knew with one hundred percent certainty they had made the right choice in waiting for her. She made them whole. Jon nodded and with one last thrust, TJ erupted, letting the sweet depths of Chris’s pussy catch every spurt of his come.
On and on it pulsed, unlike any other orgasm he’d ever had. Before he could catch his breath Jon gave a guttural warning and Chris sat back on her haunches. Her hand shot out to encircle Jon’s cock and pumped twice. Thick, white streams of come shot from his tip to splash on his belly and her arm.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, suddenly going shy on them when it was all over.
TJ reached out and drew the hair back from her face. “Sorry you fucked us both?” He couldn’t keep the incredulity from creeping out.
She waved him off with one hand and wiped her sweaty face with the other. “For not…you know.”
Jon smiled and pulled her into his chest and therefore off TJ’s cock. A position he sorely missed.
“For not what? Say the words, Chris.” Jon kissed her lips and TJ sat back against the edge of the bed, sated, yet wanting to go again.
“Swallowing.”
Jon tilted her face up to his. “I will never make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. Let’s get that out in the open right now. There are lots of women who don’t like swallowing.”
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