Both men groaned when she squeezed them deliberately. Sam’s tongue drove into her mouth and he shivered violently. Flint sucked on her nipple with a suddenness that made her back arch and her eyes fly open with pleasure. She pulled her mouth away from Sam’s. “Take off your clothes,” she whispered hotly then slid her palms across their bulges before stretching out sensuously. Her back lightly arched, her arms over her head, she watched.
Sharing a quick, aroused grin, both brothers stood and came around to the foot of the bed. They stood side by side. Paige had a perfect view as they started removing their clothing. Sam first, unbuttoning his shirt with seductive slowness. Revealing a taut, sinewy chest, a bare haze of golden hair. It was an erotic contrast to Flint’s smooth chest. Sam’s shoulders were bigger but Paige could see that was only because Flint had been ill. And Flint’s lack of body fat gave his abdomen a sharp, carved definition his brother didn’t have. They sat down to remove their boots and socks and Paige enjoyed the sight of their long, dark blond hair swinging across their wide backs. The smooth movement of muscle beneath dark gold skin. Then they stood and, with deliberate, taunting slowness, began unbuttoning their jeans.
“Teases,” Paige murmured hotly and slid her teeth over her lower lip. When their eyes flared, she touched herself. Her strong, defined fingers moved along her throat then around her breasts. Sam moaned, his mouth dropped open and Flint grinned at her lecherously when she took her hard, distended nipples between thumb and forefingers and pinched until she shuddered with pleasure. She let one hand drift down over her belly, her groin and thigh. Then slipped her fingers between her legs and stroked herself lightly.
“That pussy wants eating,” Flint said quietly, almost conversationally. The corner of his mouth curved up even more. “Dibs,” he added hotly. Sliding his pants off, he climbed up between her knees, keeping his weight off his injured calf. He took her hand in his, raised her fingers to his mouth and sucked on them gently. “Hmm,” he sighed happily and swirled his tongue around her fingertips.
Paige looked up and saw Sam watching her intently. His eyes were all over her as he slid his pants down and stepped out of them. His cock was long and slender with an enticing curve at the top. He was cut, which caught her off guard. Elective surgeries were uncommon after the Great War so she hadn’t seen many circumcised penises. These two had been born before the War. Still, he had a beautiful tool and she watched with rising lust as he stroked himself lightly. Walking around the bed, his eyes were fixed on hers. Then he watched his brother stroke the bright red curls on Paige’s mound. With thumb and forefinger, Flint slowly pulled her pussy lips apart to reveal her swollen, throbbing clit.
She felt Flint’s eyes on her too. His fingers moved gently, sensuously. The slow, repeated tug on her flesh aroused her almost as much as them looking at her. Two men. The realization hit Paige’s groin and it squeezed so hard she trembled. She flexed her thighs anxiously. Both men looked at her like she was the center of their universe, like nothing mattered but her and the pleasure they’d give her. This night and this quiet room.
“Damn that’s a beautiful pussy, “ Sam murmured and stroked himself once more before lowering himself onto the bed beside her. “We’ve never seen a redhead’s pussy. That beautiful, fiery hair next to that hot-pink cunt.”
“Hmm...” Flint murmured in agreement. He stroked her pussy lips lightly. “Beautiful.”
Paige’s back arched. She lifted one knee and levered it over Flint’s shoulder. Bluntly, her body told him it wanted more than praise and hot looks. He turned his head and kissed her inner thigh. His strong, rough hand stroked her hip, her leg, drawing out the tease. Then she felt Sam’s fingertips on her chin, drawing her mouth to his. He kissed her. It was a slow, deep, drugging kiss that made her wrap her arms around him and pull him closer. The crisp curls on his chest compressed one breast. The other filled his hand. Molding the slight weight, he teased her nipple with long sweeps of his work-hardened fingertips.
When Paige shuddered violently at the first plunge of Flint’s finger into her, Sam grinned and lifted his mouth from hers. He looked down and watched his brother’s finger disappear between Paige’s bright-pink folds. Sam slid his hand over her belly, not stopping until he was caressing her mound, then her clit.
Inhaling sharply, Paige’s eyes flew open. Two hands were on her pussy. Two sets of eyes watched as she was probed and stroked. A mouth closed over her nipple. It hardened against the gentle tug as Sam suckled her and didn’t stop. His tongue teased the turgid point. She shuddered again when Sam’s finger slid away from her clit, only to be replaced by Flint’s tongue.
Flint licked her with an enthusiasm that made her sigh and arch into him delightedly. Two fingers were inside her now, sliding in and out with slow, intense thrusts that made her belly clench with rising excitement. His tongue caressed her languidly, stroked her clit again and again. Gently at first then with a rising intensity that made her squirm and lift her hips to him.
“Suck my cock, Paige,” Sam murmured hotly, lifting his mouth from her breast and whispering in her ear. He took hold of her hand and wrapped it around himself. His face was drawn with passion but his eyes were hesitant, like he didn’t know if she’d be willing. When she nodded, he smiled, kissed her once more then sat up and arranged his knees on either side of her chest. Sam slid another pillow beneath her head and, taking hold of his cock, offered the tip of it to her. She held it carefully, slid her fingers up his length then squeezed the head gently—until he groaned and shuddered. Then, her eyes on his, slid her tongue over him.
“Damn, Sam,” Flint complained, lifting his mouth from Paige’s pussy. “Turn around so I can watch. Selfish jerk,” he muttered then drove his tongue into Paige’s cleft and lapped at her growing wetness.
Paige chuckled at Flint’s audacity then gasped because of the things he was doing to her. She lowered her mouth over the purplish head of Sam’s cock, sucked lightly, then pulled away to use her hand on him. “Is he always this bossy?” she grinned.
“Always,” Sam grouched. Despite that, he levered his body up and around her head and rested his weight on his hip. Lifting herself up on one elbow, Paige leaned over and stroked his cock, glancing down at Flint and grinning when she saw him watching her. She rubbed the tip of Sam’s cock against her nipple. Sam growled his approval and stroked her hair. “Little prick forgets who the older brother is.”
“Little prick could care less,” Flint shot back then eased his fingers back into Paige’s sheath and rasped his tongue over her clit.
She sighed tremulously. “Well I suppose we should make allowances...with him being injured and all,” Paige added and lowered her mouth over the head of Sam’s cock and laved it before drawing it in deep and sucking until he trembled and groaned. Again, she slid her thigh over Flint’s shoulder. His tongue stroking her clit was so erotic. It was deeply arousing and her womb clenched and twisted as her desire rose. His long, strong fingers probed her rhythmically. When one finger slipped back and wormed its way into her anus, she shuddered and lifted her mouth from Sam’s cock to stare down at the top of Flint’s head.
Flint looked up at her, raw passion darkening his brown eyes. “You can’t expect me not to try this very hot, very delicious ass, hmm?” He moved his hand slowly, sliding into her rhythmically, probing both openings at once. His eyes stayed locked on hers. There was no asking, no hesitation. Flint simply claimed her body with gentle seduction.
“You okay?” Sam asked quietly. He touched her face, stroked her cheek, then smiled tremulously when she nodded and glanced up at him. With a low growl of excitement, Sam took hold of his cock and rubbed the head of it over her lower lip. He eased the flared cap inside her mouth when she opened for him. “Keep licking that sweet pussy, baby brother,” Sam breathed as he arched his hips lightly. “I want this woman hot and wet when I sink my dick into her.”
“Yeah and who says you get to go first?”
“You got to taste her first.”
“Yeah well you’re getting your dick sucked first.”
“Well that’s only ‘cause—”
“Will the both of you shut up,” Paige whispered hoarsely. “Jeez. Now are we going to fuck or are we going to argue?” Deliberately, she slid her calf across the back of Flint’s head, easing his mouth back down onto her pussy. She fisted Sam’s cock and glared up at him. He nodded jerkily, shut his mouth, then inhaled sharply when she slid her lips around his shaft. Taking him deep, Paige didn’t stop until her chin bumped the hand she had wrapped around the base of him.
Holding her breath and concentrating on relaxing her throat muscles, Paige swallowed as much of Sam’s length as she could. His skin felt like silk against her lips. His taste was light and salty, his scent male and spicy. His breathing came harder now as she used him, arousing him until he trembled and his hips jerked.
His hand on her jaw, Sam pulled his cock from between her lips. “You’re going to make me come,” he groaned and swung his body around and down quickly so he could kiss her mouth.
Sam’s kiss was hot and uncomplicated. It was full of his spicy-sweet taste and the scent of his skin. His fingers caressed her face as he twined his tongue with hers. Stroking it needfully then backing off to lure her forward. He swallowed her tongue with a hunger that was palpable. With her arms around Sam’s neck, his hand on her breast, Paige felt her hips lifting to Flint. The rhythmic flicking of his tongue was devastating and she shivered as tremors of hot and cold shook her thighs and made her sweat. His fingers still slid in and out of her pussy and ass.
But then he stopped and, turning his head to the side, nipped the inside of her thigh and slid his fingers out of her. “My turn, beautiful,” Flint whispered imperiously. And, holding his leg carefully, crawled up the bed beside her. He flipped down on his back and stroked his cock suggestively. “Let me see that beautiful, pink mouth stretched around my rod.” He grinned at her with such audacity, such cheek that Paige laughed softly.
“My, my...you are the bossy one, aren’t you?” Paige taunted. She gave Sam a last, needful kiss then, flipping her hair over one shoulder, settled her knees on either side of Flint’s. Lowering her mouth over him, she swirled her tongue over his balls.
She felt Sam’s rough hand on her upturned ass. He squeezed her then knelt behind her and stroked her thighs.
Flint’s taste and scent were similar to his brother’s and the only real difference between them was that Flint’s cock was a little fatter, the head a little paler. With growing delight, Paige licked the thick vein beneath it in a long, deliberate slide then repeated the caress until Flint groaned and rocked lightly. She looked up at him and saw his desire flare as he touched her face, her hair. He slid his index finger into his mouth and licked her juice from it with deliberate slowness. Holding her chin, he made sure she watched him savor her taste.
Shuddering lightly, Paige took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked gently.
“Ah...Paige,” Flint groaned delightedly, then inhaled sharply when she ran her tongue around the spongy tip. “So good.” He lifted his hips to her and wove his fingers into her hair.
Sam’s thumbs were now on either side of her upturned pussy, stretching and pursing her flesh gently, rhythmically. Then his soft mouth moved over her thigh, her hip. His breath washed the damp path of his kisses. Paige tensed in anticipation when she felt that breath on her exposed sex. He pressed the most delicate of kisses to one side of her sheath then the other before his mouth closed over her clit and he tongued her gently.
Her passion rising, Paige squirmed back into Sam’s mouth. She wanted more but he held her hips firmly, still teasing and caressing when she wanted him to take her madly. Wanted him to rasp his tongue all over her exposed flesh and sink into her until she came. She took out her frustration on Flint’s cock and sucked hard, then swallowed as much of him as she could. Her head bobbed over his loins as she stroked his sac. When she came up to breathe, she licked him from balls to head.
“Ah, shit, Paige,” Flint groaned. His abdomen clenched and his hips rolled. He fisted her hair and pulled her away from him. “That mouth is going to drive me insane. You have any rubbers?” he asked bluntly. “ ‘Cause I think it would kill me to have to pull out of that sweet pussy when I come.”
Nodding jerkily, Paige leaned over the edge of the bed. She retrieved her fallen robe and grabbed the handful of condoms she’d slipped into the pocket before knocking on their door. She’d learned a few things in recon. One was to be prepared.
Straightening behind her and wiping his chin, Sam took one from her. She set her teeth to the edge of a second package, tore it open and unrolled it over Flint’s cock while he watched and stroked her breast. Then he cocked a finger at her. “Come here, beautiful,” he whispered and propped another pillow behind his head. “Fuck me. Make me come.”
With a heated grin, Paige settled her knees over his hips and lifted his cock to her weeping core. Trailing the head across her slit, she moaned softly and tossed her head back. Flint’s hands were on her hips, squeezing needfully, then her breasts and he pinched her nipples just hard enough to make her arch into him and shudder. His moan echoed hers when she settled over his cock and lowered herself onto it.
Paige’s grin widened. He felt delicious inside her. Filled her so nicely. Flint slid inside her gently, a little at a time. His hands on her hips, controlling her wet slide down onto him until her loins rested on his and she arched her back again. Rocking gently, she rubbed her clit against his coarse curls. She started to ride him slowly, leaning forward and bracing her hands on the bed beside him. The stretching was exquisite as he moved inside her. She leaned back so with each stroke, his hard, curved knob rubbed the front then the back wall of her sheath.
Behind her, she felt Sam’s hands on her back, her ass and she glanced over her shoulder. “What do you want?” she asked seductively and trembled when he leaned forward and drove his tongue into her mouth.
“I want your ass,” Sam whispered hotly when he ended the kiss. He waited, his dark eyes boring into hers.
“Take it.”
Paige shuddered and, for a moment, questioned her unthinking answer. Lust had driven her to say yes but her head asked if her body could accommodate two cocks at once. If it would hurt. But Sam moved behind her confidently. His knees settled on either side of hers and Flint smoothed his fingers over her upper arms, drawing her down to him until her breasts flattened against his chest. For the first time, Paige suspected they’d done this before and, besides, she did trust these men. They’d trusted her to heal Flint and she trusted them with her body. Remembering that, Paige relaxed and stopped moving when Sam stilled her hips with the firm pressure of his hands.
“Hold still, baby girl,” Flint told her gently and threaded his fingers through her hair, openly enjoying the silky weight. “Sam knows what he’s doing.” He gave his brother a ribald wink then returned his focus to her. “If you don’t like the way it feels, he’ll stop. Won’t you, Sam?”
“Anything for you, Paige,” Sam murmured hotly between kisses to her upturned ass. Then he slid a finger across her puckered anus, teasing it gently.
She sighed and arched at the sensation. “Why do I get the feeling you two have done this before?” she asked wryly. Her voice was rougher than usual.
“We have,” Flint answered quietly. “Once or twice.”
“Well which is it? Once? Or twice?” Arousal rocked Paige when she felt a warm dollop of Sam’s spit spill over her anus. Then another. Passion flared low in her belly when she felt his finger slide through the wetness then, with gentle, insistent pressure, breach her.
“Twice. We think,” Flint said and reached between them to squeeze her breasts.
“We were really drunk the first time,” Sam elaborated as he eased the tip of his finger into her then withdrew it. “After the harvest-moon dance, we hooked up with the Parkinson sisters. We were so drunk.” He laughed quietly at the memory.
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sp; “Yeah,” Flint jumped in. Stretching his back comfortably made his cock twitch inside her. He grinned up at her when she sighed with pleasure. “Janet passed out while I was tongue kissing her...now that hurt. And we both remember getting Sue Ellen to sit across our laps and take off her shirt. After that, it gets fuzzy.”
“Anyway,” Sam resumed and eased his finger deeper into her. He turned his wrist slowly. “When we woke up it was almost dawn...umm...you’ve got the sweetest ass, Paige,” he murmured happily. “Hot, tight.”
Paige squirmed against the delicious pressure inside her and arched her back lightly, asking for more.
“It was freezing,” Flint picked up the story as he smoothed his thumbs across her nipples. “Us, naked, laying out in the middle of some field. Me wrapped around Sue Ellen. Sue Ellen wrapped around Sam. The scent of her all over us. She had dried come on her belly and ass so we knew somebody had a good time.”
“Only none of us could remember who.” Sam laughed quietly then eased a second finger into her. “That okay?” he asked earnestly.
The pressure inside her increased. Again, the stretching was exquisite. “Yes. It feels good,” Paige murmured and rocked lightly in counterpoint to the movement of Sam’s fingers. Beneath her, Flint sighed and squeezed her breasts.
“The three of us woke her sister up, we were laughing so loud,” Sam continued.
“It got a little weird then,” Flint jumped in, frowning. “Janet being the only one with clothes on. Anyway, we were up for a repeat performance but she convinced her sister they’d catch trouble for being out all night as it was. Let alone stretching it out while the three of us did each other.”
“So?” Paige moaned softly. Heat rose in her loins and made her hips rotate gently. “Was there a repeat performance?”
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