But they weren’t done with her yet.
Not by a long shot.
Crawling over her, Dylan found Sarah’s mouth with his. He kissed her slowly, sweetly while Chris got ready for the next part of the evening. Dylan trailed his lips over her jaw, her neck.
“What do you think so far?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
“So far?”
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
“You mean there’s more?”
“Baby, we’re just getting started.” He didn’t tell her how true that statement was.
“Well, don’t stop now. I’m looking forward to whatever you’ve got in store for me.” She pulled his head back down and he kissed her. This time he deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue with his, nipping her lower lip.
He heard the sound of a door open, then close, but he didn’t stop kissing Sarah. She didn’t question what was going on, but he figured she’d heard it, too. Only when the bed dipped on both sides of him did Dylan pull back. He watched her face as she peered over at Chris, who was on her left, then turned her head to the right. Her eyes widened as she acknowledged the newcomer.
“You remember Tristan,” Chris introduced. “My identical twin brother.”
Dylan held his breath, wondering if Sarah would panic now that she was in bed with three men. She seemed to ponder the addition, her eyes raking over Tristan’s face.
“Do you trust me, Sarah?” Dylan asked, needing her to say something.
Her blue eyes slowly moved to his face.
And she smiled.
“I trust you.”
Swallowing hard, Dylan leaned down and crushed his mouth to hers. This was what he wanted. To share her. He knew deep down that Sarah belonged to him. Her heart, her soul, those were what he wanted for himself. The fact that she trusted him with her pleasure meant so much to him. It’d been a gamble to take this this far.
“Stay right there,” Dylan instructed when he released her mouth.
He got to his feet and watched the three of them on the bed. Chris didn’t hesitate, leaning in and brushing his lips over Sarah’s before trailing down her chest and once again latching on to one beautiful tit. Tristan did the same, mirroring his brother. Dylan quickly disposed of his clothes, then reached for Sarah’s legs, pulling her toward the edge of the bed. When she was right where he wanted her, he knelt between her thighs.
Tristan reached for one leg, hooking her knee over his arm, and Chris did the same, spreading her wide while Dylan licked her. He could see Sarah watching him, her eyes glazing over as he worked her with his lips and tongue.
Chris and Tristan feasted on her breasts again, making sure she felt the warring sensations throughout her body. The point was to give her more pleasure than she ever thought possible. No single man would ever be able to provide her with this. It wasn’t physically possible.
Dylan dipped two fingers inside her, gently at first, then fucking her deeper while he flicked her clit with his tongue. He watched as she grabbed on to both men at her sides, her body arching as she cried out.
“Fuck, yes, beautiful girl,” Tristan growled. “Come for us, Sarah.”
Watching, waiting, desperate to see her fly off the cliff, Dylan continued to plunge his fingers into her. He latched on to her clit and sucked…
“Oh, God, yes!” Sarah screamed, her clit pulsing against his lips as she came.
He willed himself to relax. All he wanted to do was to pounce on her, to bury his cock into the wet, warm depths of her body and fuck her until neither of them knew their names. His dick was iron-hard and desperate for her, but he knew not to rush this. It would be over before they knew it anyway. No reason for him to race to the finish line.
Getting to his feet, he watched as Chris and Tristan gently soothed her, their hands roaming over her body, fingertips caressing her nipples, gliding over her navel, sliding down to graze the glistening folds of her pussy. It took him longer than normal to grab a condom because he was transfixed by the sight.
Right or wrong, this was what he enjoyed.
More so because Sarah made him feel secure enough to explore with her.
In every way imaginable.
chapter TWENTY-SEVEN
SARAH WASN’T SURE SHE COULD endure another orgasm like that. She’d been consumed by pleasure. Three mouths on her…
It was still hard to believe that this was happening.
“Come here, baby,” Dylan crooned against her ear.
She hadn’t realized anyone else had moved, but Dylan had somehow appeared at her side, and when he pulled her onto him, she went willingly. Straddling his hips, she draped herself over his chest, her bones like jelly.
“I need to be inside you,” Dylan said. “Need to feel your sweet pussy milking me.”
His words had tingles dancing beneath her skin.
Sarah managed to sit up, allowing him to nestle his cock against her folds. That was when she realized he’d put on a condom. Maybe she had passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. Honestly, she couldn’t remember the past few minutes.
“Sit on my cock, Sarah,” Dylan commanded.
Without waiting, she took him deep into her body, his cock brushing sensitive nerve endings.
She felt the bed shift, knew someone was behind her. She wasn’t sure who it was because she didn’t know Chris or Tristan well enough to tell them apart. Whoever it was pulled her back against his chest, his arms slipping around to cup her breasts. The other one knelt on the mattress beside Dylan.
Meeting Dylan’s eyes again, she smiled reassuringly, letting him know she was still good with this. Hell, she was more than good with this and that was the biggest kicker of all. Sarah wanted to spend the rest of the night crushed between these three men, their hands and mouths driving her out of her mind.
“Ahh, yeah.” Dylan gripped her hips, pulling her down on him so that he was lodged balls deep inside her. “Feels so damn good.”
He lifted her slightly, then thrust his hips upward, fucking her, filling her, giving her just what she needed. A mouth was on her breast, licking, sucking, nipping momentarily, but then he was gone. A firm hand on her back pushed her forward until she was once again lying on Dylan.
“Give me your tongue,” he urged.
Sarah kissed Dylan, allowing her tongue to stroke his. Dylan clearly had other plans. He sucked on her tongue, mimicking the way he was fucking her. It was enough of a distraction to keep her from noticing the warmth against her anus.
“What’s he doing?” Dylan asked when Sarah shifted, her body grinding against him as the foreign sensations whipped through her.
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
“Is he licking your ass?”
Sarah nodded.
“Does it feel good?”
She nodded again. It felt … amazing.
Dylan’s hips rocked, fucking into her while that devious tongue fucked her asshole, making her body hum.
But soon it was over when the man behind her shifted and she felt his fingers slide down the crack of her ass. She wasn’t naïve. She knew what was going to happen. There were three of them and one of her. It was simple math.
“Relax, sweet girl.” She was pretty sure that was Chris behind her, teasing her ass with his finger.
She tried to relax; she really did.
“Open your eyes. Focus on me,” Dylan instructed. “Let it feel good, Sarah.”
Sarah opened her eyes and shifted her position. The move caused her clit to press against Dylan, and she rocked into him, enjoying the feeling. She pressed her hands to the mattress beside Dylan’s head, her eyes focused on him.
“I want to watch you suck Tristan’s dick,” he told her softly. “Take him in your mouth.”
Sarah turned her head, realizing Tristan was kneeling there, his cock in his hand. He was big, probably far too big to fit in her mouth. Another thought took over. If he was that big … and Chris was his twin brother…
“Relax, s
weetheart,” Chris called from behind her.
There was pressure against her ass and something pushed inside. She could only assume it was one finger because there wasn’t any pain. Sarah focused on Dylan, on the way he continued to move inside her, his hands now fondling her breasts as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of Tristan’s cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Dylan hissed.
She knew he liked this. Even if she didn’t understand that aspect of it, she realized he truly did want to watch as these men pleasured her. No way could she give that too much thought because then she’d have to wonder why she liked it so much, too. When she had realized there was one man in the room with her and Dylan, she’d been surprised. But when she’d realized there were two men … Sarah hadn’t been sure what to expect.
But the truth was, she was enjoying this. The way they looked at her, the sexy words, the rough growls. Although she was at the center of it all, and they were in total control, she felt empowered.
Tristan’s hand cupped the top of her head, and he held her still while he began feeding his cock deeper into her mouth. Sarah tried to focus on that, but she was having a hard time. Her body was overstimulated. Dylan fucking her pussy, Chris moving behind her, Tristan fucking her mouth.
Suddenly, all of the movements intensified and she felt Chris pushing into her. This time she knew it wasn’t his fingers. He was guiding his dick into her ass. Every muscle in her body tightened, but so did Dylan’s grip on her nipples. She cried out from the pleasure-pain that shot through her.
“So fucking tight,” Chris groaned behind her. “That’s it, Sarah. Let me fuck that sweet ass.”
Her pussy clenched around Dylan’s dick, making him growl.
“Fuck, yes,” Tristan groaned. “Such a sweet mouth. That’s it, sweet girl, suck me. Just like that.”
Sarah had no choice but to allow these three men to take over and they did. She couldn’t focus on any one thing because they were all fucking into her, filling her. It was an incredible feeling, being this full. The erotic friction of Dylan’s cock tunneling in and out of her pussy warred with the overwhelming pressure of Chris fucking her ass. It was too much but not enough at the same time.
The biggest concern she had…
Whether or not she would be able to come because she couldn’t seem to focus.
DYLAN WAS HANGING BY A thread. He could feel Chris’s shaft sliding against his inside Sarah’s body. She was so fucking tight, her muscles clutching his dick, her body pulling him deeper, and there was only a thin membrane separating him from Chris. Thanks to the combined weight of Sarah and Chris, Dylan couldn’t move, other than to thrust up into her while Chris fucked her from behind. He allowed Chris’s momentum to drive them while he focused on the way Tristan fucked her mouth.
The woman was driving him to the brink of insanity. Her soft moans, sexy mewls, and the way her fingernails dug into his chest now that she’d planted her hands flat against him were too much. There was no denying that she was hovering right there on the brink with him.
Tristan pulled his cock from her mouth but stroked himself against her lips while Dylan watched. He wished he could’ve seen both men fucking her, but he wouldn’t trade this spot for his life. Being inside Sarah, watching as she writhed and moaned, her body splintering from the sensations… Best spot in the house.
“Fuck me,” Sarah begged. “Harder. Need … more…”
Dylan gripped her hips, holding her still while Chris began pounding against her ass. Dylan thrust deeper inside her, retreating slightly, slamming in again while she rocked above him.
Chris’s hand slipped around, sliding down her stomach toward the apex of her thighs. Dylan watched Sarah’s face as Chris fondled the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Yes … yes … yes… Oh, God. Oh, God… Dylan! It’s too much… I’m gonna…” Sarah screamed.
Sarah’s orgasm triggered his. Dylan’s release slammed into him as he came with a growl at the same time Chris impaled her one last time, his groan echoing in the room.
And then it was Tristan’s turn. He guided his cock back into Sarah’s mouth as Dylan lay there and watched. He couldn’t look away as Tristan used her for his own pleasure. He knew how good her mouth was.
“Gonna come, sweet girl… Oh, fuck, yes.” Before he came, Tristan pulled out of her mouth, cum spurting onto her back as she locked eyes with Dylan.
When it was over, Dylan pulled Sarah down on him, cradling her head to his chest as he fought to breathe. The bed shifted; Chris and Tristan disappeared. He could hear them moving around.
As they lay there, Tristan quickly cleaned Sarah, using a washcloth on her back and her ass. Dylan would’ve thanked him for the thoughtfulness if he could have woven at least a couple of words together. As it was, he was emotionally and physically drained.
While he lay there with his eyes closed, his arms around Sarah, he listened to the sounds in the room. Cleaning up, getting dressed. Then the sound of the door opening and shutting, leaving them in silence.
Dylan realized Sarah had fallen asleep on him. He didn’t want to wake her, so he settled on holding her for a little while.
He tried not to think, not to worry.
It was a hell of a lot harder than it should’ve been.
His thoughts were all over the place.
“I remember them,” Sarah said softly.
“Who?”
“Christian and Tristan. From high school.”
Dylan didn’t say anything.
“It’s safe to assume y’all still keep in touch.”
Dylan smiled to himself. Yeah, that was a good assumption. “So, what did you think?”
“About?”
“Being fucked by three men.”
Sarah sighed. “It was … an experience.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I did. Immensely.”
“Would you be willing to do it again?”
“Tonight?”
Dylan chuckled at the concern in her voice.
“Not tonight, baby. You need to rest.”
“I do need to rest,” she confirmed. “But yes, I’d be willing to do it again.”
He liked that she would. Although it had seemed she’d enjoyed herself, he hadn’t known for sure. Hearing the words from her mouth settled him somewhat.
Sarah eased off him, but she didn’t move far, her head resting on his chest, her body beside his. “Tell me something.”
“Hmm.”
“Did you do that with Meghan?”
Just the mention of Meghan’s name had Dylan’s body tensing. Before he could even think about what he was doing, he was out of the bed and grabbing for his clothes. When he looked over at Sarah, her eyes were wide.
“Get dressed,” he commanded. Realizing he sounded like a dick, he tacked on, “Please.”
Without another word, Sarah grabbed her clothes and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. He heard the toilet flush, the water in the sink come on. Fifteen minutes later, Sarah wandered out into the room, but Dylan noticed she wasn’t looking at him.
When he moved toward her, she took a step back.
“I’m sorry,” he told her.
Sarah’s eyes lifted to his. “No, you’re not.”
Dylan frowned.
“Every time I try to talk about anything personal, you close up on me, Dylan. Have you ever wondered about my past? About my loss? You’ve never asked, so I assume you haven’t. Well, I wonder about that with you. But it’s clear that you’re not ready to talk about her yet. And that means that this thing between us”—she motioned with her hands—“no matter how intimate it gets, is going nowhere.”
Dylan disagreed, but he kept his mouth shut because, after all, she did have a good point.
chapter TWENTY-EIGHT
BY THE TIME DYLAN PULLED into her driveway, Sarah was a bundle of emotions ready to implode. She couldn’t believe the way Dylan had acted when she’d tried to talk to him. Who knew that me
ntioning Meghan would’ve had him shutting completely down? Then again, it had been the first time Sarah had tried talking about her and mentioning her name. Suggesting Dylan talk hadn’t led him to bringing up the subject. And after what they’d shared tonight…
Well, Sarah had mistakenly believed that they were making strides.
Apparently she’d been wrong.
Without waiting for Dylan to get out of the truck, Sarah opened her door and made a beeline for the porch. She didn’t look back, but she knew Dylan was following her because she heard his door open and shut. She wasn’t sure why he even bothered, because if they tried to talk tonight, things would likely backfire in her face.
As much as she wanted to rail at him, to insist that he talk about things that mattered, she knew now was not the time to do that. She wasn’t in the right frame of mind and neither was he. There was no way she could accurately express how much he’d hurt her by shutting down like that.
When she opened the door, she didn’t bother asking if he wanted to come in. It was evident that he did or he wouldn’t have followed her to her door.
“We need to talk,” Dylan said when he closed the front door.
Sarah spun around and glared at him. “Now?”
“Yes, now.”
“Oh, so it’s okay when you’re ready to talk. But when I’m trying to make conversation, you can bolt on me? I don’t think that’s how this is supposed to work.”
“You wanted to talk about Meghan,” Dylan barked. “That’s a topic of conversation that’s off-limits.”
Sarah stepped back as though he’d slapped her. His words were certainly the equivalent.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware of the off-limits rule,” she countered. “I thought we’d moved past that.”
“Past what, Sarah?”
She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. “Remember earlier? When you asked me if I trusted you?”
Dylan stared at her as though she’d lost her mind.
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