Abbey's Sexual Adventure

by Jennifer Cole

  “Oh yes,” Tyrell groaned as he seated himself fully within her. “So wet. So tight. So fucking hot.” Like a piston, his hips thrust as he fucked Abbey’s wet heat.

  Abbey continued to work her mouth over the thick shaft Trent thrust against her face. Her fingers gripped helplessly at the blankets covering the bed while Trent’s fingers fisted in her hair. Pulling away, she flicked her tongue over the smooth, weeping head of his shaft. Drilling the tip of her tongue into the leaking slit, she savored the salty offering that seeped from the end. His taste was addicting, masculine.

  Abbey released Trent’s cock from her mouth. “I’m going to come, Tyrell,” she cried out. “Jesus, I’m going to come.”

  Feeling herself slipping fast, she rested her forehead against Trent’s powerful thigh for support. The warmth of his hand cupped her right breast, massaging it and tugging roughly at her engorged nipple.

  “Come for him, baby.” Trent’s deep voice coaxed her. His cock rubbed against her soft cheek. “Tyrell wants to feel your tight cunt milking his fat cock dry. That’s it. Come hard. We’ve got you.”

  Between them, Abbey felt as though her body were splintering into a trillion pieces as she exploded.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Oh my God,” she screamed. Her body shook as she came harder than she ever thought was humanly possible.

  For the love of God, she actually saw stars!

  “Ah yeah, baby, fuck my cock,” Tyrell growled, thrusting into her for several more strokes until Abbey felt his length jerk as his body met release.

  Together, the three rocked a few minutes as their bodies slowly cooled. Abbey whimpered, delectably sated beyond her wildest dreams. Her body had never felt so fucking good after, well…fucking so good. According to her calculations, though, only two of the three had found their pleasure. In eager anticipation of the brothers’ next move, she ran her tongue along her dry lips.

  Tyrell pulled his cock from the depths of Abbey’s body and fell back against the pillows. A soft snap of the removal of a condom resounded in the air. She smiled with appreciation. She’d been too caught up in the carnal excitement the two men had invoked and found herself thankful Tyrell had been thoughtful enough to remember to use protection.

  Suddenly, Tyrell gripped her hips roughly and tugged her back against his chest as Trent took up a position between her splayed legs. Abbey’s eyes widened as she watched Trent roll a condom over his length.

  Placing his hands under the backs of her knees, Trent pushed her thighs wider. Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, impaling her with his rock-hard shaft. The force of his claiming stroke made Abbey arch her back away from Tyrell. Her tender muscles protested meekly but relented under Trent’s sensual persuasiveness.

  Tyrell’s wandering, exploring hands stroked down the length of her petite frame. His roaming fingers found her now-throbbing clit and, with exquisite finesse, rubbed tight circles against the swollen pink nubbin as Trent fucked her.

  Once again Abbey’s body caught fire, and she was engulfed by a delightful and consuming carnal fog. Moaning wildly, she writhed beneath the demanding man above her. Even more mindless, her pleasure grew as Trent’s controlled, rough strokes claimed her. Her lower belly spasmed as a violent climax took control, pulsing through her. Abbey’s soaked cunt convulsed around Trent’s thick cock as it pounded away inside her. Helpless, she clutched at Tyrell’s strong arms, which were wrapped around her.

  Against her contracting muscles, Trent’s shaft pulsed as he met his release. Heavy perspiration glistened on all three panting bodies. The aromatic fragrance of sex filled the spacious suite. Their breath remained harsh and ragged for several moments.

  “That was unbelievable,” Tyrell purred in Abbey’s ear. “You were incredible.” Against her back, his firming cock stirred, pressing along her spine. “Are you ready for more?”

  Within the protective embrace of Tyrell’s arms, her body trembled against him as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to tease her.

  “Yes.” She panted in an effort to catch her breath. “But, I-I’m going to need a minute.” Wiggling out from the comfort of Tyrell’s hold, she excused herself to clean up in the bathroom.

  That was incredible, Abbey thought as she wiped her own stickiness from between her thighs. Her sex was tender to the touch, but it was very, very happy. An allover body rush tickled her cooling flesh. She could not recall a time when she’d ever felt the delectable contentment she felt at that moment.

  Now that she had been introduced to exquisite sexual gratification, she wanted more with a greed that shocked her. Abbey quickly came to the startling realization she may never get her fill of the Brothers Delicious in one short night.

  At their masterful hands, Trent and Tyrell were turning her into an insatiable vixen -- someone she didn’t recognize yet was anxious to explore further.

  As she exited the bathroom she smacked right into Trent’s solid chest. His strong arms wrapped around, gathering her close and holding her tight against him.

  “No more time to rest, temptress.” His sensual purr poured over her like warm honey. “There is still so much we intend to do to you.”

  Using gentle force, Trent backed Abbey across the room until the warmth of her back pressed against the cold wall. She gasped as the shock of the temperature goose pimpled her heated flesh. In an instant, her body became alight with anticipation.

  Trent raised her arms high above her head and crushed his lips against hers in a fiery kiss. The sweeping of his tongue was demanding as it sought out hers. He tasted scrumptious, his flavor addictive, just as she knew he would. Virile, animal, manly -- just as a lover should taste.

  As Trent rubbed his defined, hairless chest against her breasts, Abbey’s nipples hardened at the erotic sensations produced by his firm flesh caressing the softness of hers. Her body soared to dizzying new heights of pleasure. Abbey wasn’t so sure she could handle another round of hard fucking right away, but her body eagerly played along with the man who held her pinned against the wall.

  Trent’s masculine scent teased her senses, hypnotizing her. Abbey inhaled his sexy, musky fragrance and gave herself over to his ministrations. Callused fingertips of his free hand plucked and tugged roughly at her nipples. Abbey groaned as his tongue explored her mouth.

  Abbey’s body trembled as his lips worked against hers. His pressure was confident, demanding, and encouraging, but there was something else -- something primal, raw. If she had to put a name to it, possession was the first thing that came to her mind. His kisses tasted possessive.

  Several heartbeats passed before Trent’s lips separated from hers.

  With effort, Abbey opened her eyes to assure herself she wasn’t dreaming. Behind Trent, Tyrell watched her over his brother’s shoulder. She glanced from one of them to the other. Tyrell’s large hands massaged Trent’s broad shoulders, slowly stroking his fingers over the twitching muscles of Trent’s perfectly sculpted chest. Abbey’s eyes grew wide. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as her desire escalated. Between his exploring fingertips, Tyrell tweaked Trent’s dark, tight nipples.

  A guttural groan sounded from deep within Trent’s chest as he met Abbey’s gaze.

  Through the delightful fog clouding her brain, Abbey felt deft fingers exploring her damp cleft before the sudden intrusion of two of Tyrell’s thick digits.

  With Tyrell’s fingers stroking her deeply, Trent somehow managed to lift her body up the wall with his free hand, still holding her arms in place above her. A groan of protest slipped past her lips as Tyrell’s fingers slipped from her sopping, heated core.

  “Fuck her now,” Tyrell growled low from behind Trent. His hot breath was sweet as it wafted across Abbey’s face.

  Glancing down between her body and Trent’s, Abbey watched wide-eyed as Tyrell reached around and unrolled a condom over the length of his brother’s stiff shaft. Wrapping his fingers around Trent’s thick girth, Tyrell pulled two firm strokes of Trent’s cock before aligning its f
at head with her slick opening.

  Trent hissed as his turgid flesh speared Abbey’s cunt.

  Abbey drew in a sharp breath and held it as his shaft shoved into her tight sheath. Her tender channel protested against the thick intrusion. She tensed as the tip of him nudged her womb. Try as he might, he could push himself no deeper. Unable to control her body’s reaction to the new sensation she shuddered uncontrollably, her mouth gaped open in a silent cry. She felt as though she were about to blow apart at the seams.

  “Jesus, are you all right, baby?” Trent asked. Buried inside her, he studied Abbey with a concerned brow. “I want to fuck you so hard, but it would kill me to hurt you.”

  “Y-y-yes.” She panted hoarsely.

  Trent’s body stiffened.

  “I mean…you’re not…hurting me. Please…don’t stop, Trent.”

  Growling against the crook of her neck, Trent pulled his cock free only to plunge deep inside of her again. Abbey wrapped her legs around Trent’s waist for balance as he maintained a steady rhythm that had her mind swirling.

  Abbey’s body felt so damn good against him and wrapped around him. It had been so long since Trent enjoyed a woman as sexually stimulating as the woman he was currently pounding himself into.

  Though her apprehension had been evident when they’d first entered the suite, he quickly realized, with a little encouragement, the vivacious, sexual creature he had suspected was buried inside could be coaxed out to play. Trent hadn’t been disappointed. He would be lying if he admitted the flickering of uncertainty in her eyes hadn’t given him reason to pause, but he suspected Abbey struggled internally where enjoying her pleasure was concerned. She was an eager and willing partner, but it seemed to him that, up until now, she’d probably never let loose before, never allowed herself to savor the pleasures of the flesh. He was determined to bring her pleasures she wouldn’t soon forget.

  Earlier in the bar, when his eyes met hers, Trent spied intelligence as well as desire. Her desire was restrained, pent up, yet it was there. At first he had been all geared up for a night of good, hard fucking, but now he realized a bigger part of him wanted to get to know this woman on an even more intimate level.

  Despite the incredible sex they were sharing, he felt a magnetic pull and couldn’t help but be drawn to her on a personal plane. There was something he saw in her eyes when she looked at him, an electric energy he felt in her touch. Buried within him, his subconscious screamed to explore his feelings deeper. Something told him he needed to.

  A tingling sensation racing up his spine made Trent grin. If it was at all possible, he had a feeling the little fireball he held in his arms could very well be the woman to complete him. It wasn’t that he was looking to settle down, but in that moment as he thrust his cock into the warm, wet, and welcoming body of the woman he’d just met, something felt very right. It was more right than ever before. It was as if his body had met its soul mate.

  Was that even possible? he wondered.

  This was not the first time Trent and Tyrell had shared a lover. It was, however, the first time a lover had kept up with them, stroke for pleasurable stroke. Knowing his brother as well as he did, Trent knew Tyrell would feel the same. Trent had witnessed the stolen glances Tyrell and Abbey had shared. He could see Tyrell’s affection toward Abbey ran deeper than the sexual attraction the three of them shared.

  Trent felt Tyrell nudge him and Abbey away from the wall. Tyrell moved his body behind Abbey to support her. Trent released her hands from overhead, and Abbey wrapped her arms tight around his neck. He gripped her hips, fingers digging in, nearly bruising her. He held her body as he drove himself in and out of her.

  Abbey felt Tyrell’s large hands cup her rear from behind as Trent continued to pound into her. His long fingers massaged firmly, pulling her cheeks wide. A blunt fingertip spread a cool, slippery substance between her buttocks, teasing the tight ring of her ass before slowly penetrating the opening. As she relaxed her muscles around the probing digit, Tyrell pushed a second inside.

  A sudden orgasm hit Abbey hard. The two brothers continued to thrust into her body as she shook uncontrollably between them. The cock in her pussy seemed to grow harder and longer -- unrelenting. Abbey’s ass burned pleasurably as Tyrell pushed yet another finger into her. Abbey was losing her mind, along with what little control she thought she still had left, from pleasure overload. Her entire being pulsed. She was completely theirs to do whatever they pleased.

  “My turn, brother,” Tyrell groaned against Abbey’s neck in a husky tone.

  Abbey whimpered a protest at the sudden emptiness she felt when Trent withdrew his cock and Tyrell removed his fingers. But the loss was short-lived. After rolling a condom over his shaft, Tyrell again cupped her backside and, in an instant, impaled her pussy from behind.

  Together, Trent and Tyrell continued to drive Abbey to mindlessness. They wrung pleasures from her willing body that she never thought possible. Continuing to take turns, the brothers fucked Abbey until her pussy contracted with such force she wondered if it would snap off the shaft thrusting so wonderfully into her. She felt as though her petite frame were going to explode into a zillion sexually sated fragments. Suddenly, Trent thrust into Abbey with a force that rocked the trio. His cock danced inside her as he met his release.

  Slowly Trent pulled himself from Abbey’s body. His hands still gripped her hips to support her as Tyrell shoved into her from behind once again. Limp, Abbey clung to Trent as his brother took the final turn of round two.

  Several silent moments passed before they lowered her from between them. Gasping for air, she quivered from multiple releases. When her feet settled on the carpeted floor, her knees threatened to buckle. In an effort to remain upright, Abbey dug her fingertips into Trent’s biceps.

  “Whoa there,” Trent whispered, his breath a gentle caress against the crook of her neck as he scooped Abbey up, holding her against his firm chest. “You okay?”

  Abbey nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck, nestling against his warm, muscled body. The musky, masculine scent of him swirling under her nose had Abbey sighing in contentment. “Never better,” she whispered back.

  Trent carried Abbey across the room and placed her in the center of the bed.

  “You need to rest up, baby,” he said and pressed a kiss against her temple.

  After he pulled the cotton sheet over her lower half, he studied Abbey closely.

  In the span of an hour and a half, they had brought Abbey to explosive climax several times, and each time she had come back begging them for more. Her insatiable sexual hunger equaled their own. Perhaps it even surpassed theirs.

  “We aren’t anywhere close to being finished with you,” he told her.

  “I can hardly wait, guys.” Abbey yawned and pulled the sheet a little higher. “Just give me a couple of minutes. Five, tops.” With that, Abbey’s eyes closed, and soft, feminine snores slipped past her parted lips.

  After exchanging a glance of contentment with Tyrell, Trent strolled to the bathroom to take care of his needs. When he returned to the bedroom, he crawled into the bed beside Abbey and pulled her warm, sleeping body against his. She felt so good in his arms.

  With amusement, Trent silently thought that he and his brother may very well have found their match.

  Chapter Three

  The dynamic duo allowed Abbey a brief reprieve from their pleasurable torment. She took full advantage of it by lounging lazily between them. When a soft knock came at the hotel room door, she stirred.

  “Room service,” a voice called from the other side.

  The bed dipped behind her. Abbey opened her eyes a crack to see Trent strolling toward the door, clad only in a towel wrapped low on his hips. Tyrell lay in the bed beside her, his arms holding her close to his firm, warm body. Purring in simple delight, Abbey snuggled into him, inhaling his exotic scent.

  A young man -- Abbey guessed in his early twenties -- pushed a service cart into the middle of the suite. N
eatly dressed in a pressed white dress shirt and black dress pants, his gaze focused on the floor. Nervously, he cleared his throat and turned around.

  “Will there be anything else, sir?” he asked in a low voice, barely making eye contact with the towel-wearing Trent.

  “No, that will be fine,” Trent answered, slipping some cash into the young man’s shaking hand. “Thank you.”

  “Very well, sir. Thank you,” the young man said with a nod. “Good evening.” With that, he was out the door.

  From her cotton sheet cocoon, Abbey giggled.

  “What’s so funny, baby?” Tyrell grinned, tightening his arms around her.

  “That poor kid is going to have naughty wet dreams,” she said with a smile.

  “Let him jerk off thinking about you.” Tyrell chuckled. “Trent and I are far from finished enjoying the real thing.”

  Under the sheet, the tips of his fingers burned a path over her hip and up to her breast to give her nipple a squeeze. After placing a kiss on Abbey’s forehead, Tyrell tossed the sheet back and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Naked, he walked over to the cart.

  “You must be hungry, baby. Come take a look at what we ordered while you were sleeping. We better get some food into you. We don’t want you wasting away while we continue to have our way with you.” Trent’s tone teased.

  Giggling, Abbey got up from the bed and padded across the room to check out their feast.

  “There’s enough food here to feed an army,” she said, taking in the stacks of covered dishes.

  Trent leaned into her from behind. Abbey felt his semierect cock nudge between the cheeks of her buttocks and knew he had discarded the towel. His warm breath wafted across her cheek, tickling her ear. “It’s going to be a very long night, and Tyrell and I do not want to be interrupted again,” he purred.

  Abbey shivered and moaned aloud. Her pussy grew damp from the unspoken promise in his voice.

  After handing Abbey a bottle of champagne, Trent and Tyrell each picked up a plate and ushered her back to the bed. Cross-legged, Trent and Tyrell sat on either side of her with plates in their hands and boners taunting her from between their legs.