“Okay.”
She could feel the tension in him as he began to climb the stairs—and not because he was carrying her. That tension corded his arms, and showed itself by just the hint of his very hot and erect cock that was poking at her hip. But it was more than the sum total of those two things.
Warren Jessop fairly vibrated, and she knew it was because he wanted her. Knowing that he desired her that much somehow tickled her, and awed her at the same time.
She’d first set eyes on these two men in February. Before that, she’d been aware that some people in Lusty lived a different kind of lifestyle than she’s ever known existed. But that fact hadn’t really touched her. Carol had suffered the judgments of others enough by that point in her life she’d been determined not to be judgmental herself.
Then she’d attended Carrie’s commitment ceremony and had begun to understand that no matter what the “norm” was supposed to be for relationships the ideal here in Lusty was the same.
Three days later, she’d fallen in love at first sight with Warren and Edward Jessop.
“You’re smiling.” Warren’s words brushed her face. The deep timbre of his voice vibrated in her stomach and brushed against her flesh.
“Of course I’m smiling. I’m about to be made love to by the two sexiest and most compelling men I’ve ever known.”
“We’re going to do our best not to hurt you, sweetheart.”
They’d entered a room upstairs and he set her down on her feet, but didn’t let her go. His gaze bore into her and she knew his focus on her was completely serious and totally focused.
A soft light burned, enough light that she could see his face. Edward pressed in close behind her, and she felt cosseted and cherished. Reaching up, she cupped the side of his face with her hand. “I grew up on a farm, so I know how nature works. I know the first time might be a little uncomfortable, and maybe even a bit messy.”
Warren completely melted her heart when he turned his face and placed a gentle kiss on the palm of her hand. “We’ll be careful of you.”
“Not too careful, I hope.”
“Damn, woman, we’re trying very hard to control our raging inner beasts, here.” Edward’s voice was either tight with control, or suppressed laughter.
She didn’t know which. On the one hand she certainly didn’t want to cause them any pain. On the other, she had a sudden insight that a touch of humor in the bedroom could be a good thing.
The bedroom. She turned her head so she could get a look at this “Jessop-sized bed” they’d boasted of.
Her mouth dropped open. “Wow!”
“Like it?” Warren’s words sounded a bit clipped, too. Okay, maybe I’ve somehow pushed them too far? It pleased her on a deeply feminine level to think that she could.
“What’s not to like?”
“Good. We’ll be spending a lot of time there over the next several hours.”
“In that case”—she turned so she could give them both a sultry smile—“someone ought to get me out of my clothes.”
They both closed their eyes for a few seconds, as if calling for patience—or trying to leash the wild and hot desire she’d seen on their faces and felt like an electric current racing through them.
Then they opened their eyes and moved.
Warren slid his hands down the sides of her body, and then back up, gathering her dress in his hands.
“Arms.”
That was very commanding. Carol whimpered, and blushed when she felt some of her juices slide out of her, onto her panties. She raised her arms and felt cool air caress her flesh as the dress sailed over her head.
“Damn, you’re hot.” Warren’s gaze swept her body, setting off little pulses of need everywhere they lit.
The bra and panties were new, purchased that very day at a lingerie store at the mall. Not white—she’d absolutely refused to get white—the powder blue set was silky and sexy and made her feel exquisitely female. Being August in Texas, she’d opted to forgo hose of any kind—so all she had left for them to remove were the two pieces.
She was so aroused right then she shivered, and then clenched her pelvic floor muscles.
“You’re wet. I can smell you.” Edward’s eyes had flared. He laid a finger on her chest, directly between her breasts, and then ran it down her body, straight down.
When he stroked over the crotch of her panties she tilted her hips, following his touch, silently begging for more.
They didn’t speak to each other but they moved as one, these hot, sexy men. Edward slipped to his knees and reached for the waistband of those panties at the same time Warren reached behind her and unfastened her bra.
She was naked except for her sandals in seconds.
Edward sat back on his haunches and looked up at her. “If we buy you some wickedly long spiked heels, will you wear them? Just for us?”
“I wouldn’t be able to walk in them.”
“Darling, they wouldn’t be for walking.”
“Oh.” Carol felt her face color. There really was so much she didn’t know.
Edward chuckled, then reached forward and gently—very gently—removed her shoes. Warren scooped her into his arms and deposited her onto the very, very large bed. They stepped back, and as one, began to strip.
There may be a lot I don’t know but I have a feeling I’m going to be learning it all very soon. And then her ability to think splintered when they dropped their shirts.
Warren’s chest seemed a bit broader, a bit more muscular than Edward’s. Dark hair decorated his pecs and abs, a dark, narrow line that marched down his body toward…oh, good heavens! He swept his jeans and briefs down at the same time.
Carol swallowed convulsively. She knew, theoretically that his magnificent cock would fit inside her, but it certainly didn’t look as if it would.
She turned her attention to Edward, whose chest was a little less burly, but just as appealing with its fine blond hair scattered lightly. Her gaze traveled down his body. She looked up quickly when she saw that his hands were poised at the opening of his jeans. He grinned when she met his gaze.
“Just wanted to make sure I had your attention,” he said.
“Oh…ah…mmm.” Not very eloquent. Hell, she amazed herself at even being able to say that much.
He swept his pants off and she swallowed again at her second look at a naked, erect penis.
His package was every bit as impressive as his brother’s.
“Do we have you speechless, sweetheart?” Warren placed one knee on the bed. His gorgeous naked body hovered over her, to the left. Edward copied his pose on the right.
She looked from one smugly masculine face to the other, from one erect, beautiful cock to the other. Both men sported tiny jewel-like drops of viscose liquid at the tip of their cocks.
Carol would never know where the courage, or the impulse came from. But she reached out, an index finger toward each, and tested the sensation of those drops on her fingers. Then she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them in.
Salty, musky, strong. Three words that described their taste, and described them.
“That’s it!” Warren looked as if he was in pain as he closed his eyes, as every muscle on his body clenched tight. She couldn’t look away from him, but had the sense that Edward was holding himself in the same, rigidly controlled stance.
Then Warren opened his eyes, his gaze glittering and hot, and Carol resisted the urge to grin—or to cheer.
Oh, goody, it looks like I’m in trouble now.
Chapter 7
Warren stretched out beside her and cupped her jaw with one hand. “I want you so damn badly right now, Carol. I’m terrified I won’t be able to control myself. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You have no idea how triggered we are,” Edward said. He laughed, but she knew it was more a sound of frustration than one of humor. “I’ve half a mind to go jerk off in the bathroom just so I can be sure not to be too rough with you.”
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sp; “Please don’t.” Carol looked from one to the other. “Please. I’m sorry if I’m doing this wrong. It’s just that I feel—”
Her words were cut off by Warren’s finger pressing against her lips. “You are doing nothing wrong, and everything right. It slays me that you want us so much, and are so comfortable with us already that you feel the freedom to express yourself.”
“Don’t ever change that, Carol. We like it, a lot.”
“Here, now.”
Warren must have been able to see how finely balanced she was between joy and terror. He wrapped his arms around her, and turned her onto her side so that she faced him. And then he moved closer so their flesh met, chest to thigh.
“Kiss me, baby. I need to taste you again.”
He felt so good, so hot and hard and…comforting. What an odd thing to feel at such a time. Yet, it was true. Being held close like this, for the first time in her life being held in a lover’s naked embrace, she felt comforted and safe and free.
She gave him her kiss, her tongue now brazen in the way it sought out his flavor, dipping into every part of his mouth as if by this one act she could lap him up completely. His swept hers, too, and this most erotic of dances thrilled her and filled her with such hunger. She’d never known there could be this hunger. This was what all the love songs, all the poems she’d read in school had been about. This emotion, this need, this blessing.
Behind her, Edward’s body blanketed her back, and the heat of him, the firmness of him felt beyond wonderful.
He kissed her shoulder, and nibbled the back of her neck.
“You taste so good.” Warren’s kiss became little sips and licks of her face and neck.
She felt two pairs of hands on her, easing her onto her back. And then they set out to drive her slowly out of her mind.
Using light touches interspersed with tiny little pinches, they explored her breasts and her stomach. Edward turned her face toward him and covered her lips. His tongue entered her mouth again and again in a fast, nearly frantic rhythm, and Carol’s hips gave an involuntary roll. He lifted his lips from hers.
“You are so damn beautiful, Carol Ashwood. Your breasts are pretty, your nipples so hard and tempting, looking like wild berries waiting to be plucked.” He mimicked the action his word implied. “And tasted.”
“Let’s see if those pretty little nipples are as tasty as they look.”
Before she could draw another breath, each of her lovers lowered his lips to her breasts and suckled her.
“Oh! Oh!” The thrill, the almost electric sizzle of arousal that shot from her nipples to her clit shocked her. She’d no idea that could happen. She couldn’t prevent the sounds that emerged from her throat—sounds she’d never heard before but which these men instinctively seemed to understand, and like.
They weren’t silent lovers. Their moans and groans and grunts told her more eloquently than the most honeyed words that they enjoyed what they were doing to her.
She stiffened only slightly when she felt their fingers on her cunt, teasing and probing.
“Relax, woman. Let us have you.”
Warren’s command, his words wet and powerful against her nipple made her shiver. But more, they seemed to have some magical power over her as she completely surrendered to their touch and their demands.
When they each took hold of one of her thighs, opening her legs wide, she didn’t fight them. No man save her doctor had ever looked at her naked pussy, yet these two men looked their fill. They stroked and teased and delved.
Warren let go of her nipple and she instinctively looked down and met his gaze. She felt the probing touch, and knew it was him, inserting a finger inside her, testing her body’s reaction to the invasion.
“You’re small and tight, and you have a hymen.”
“I don’t care. I want to feel your cock inside me. I need to feel you—both of you—inside me.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You will. But we’re going to make you fly, first.”
There was no time to ask him what he meant by that. Edward nipped at her sensitive peak and when she cried out, he moved up and laid his lips on hers.
At the same time his tongue danced with hers, his finger strummed a sweet tune back and forth across her slit.
She felt Warren move, leave the bed, and heard the sound of a drawer sliding open, but she couldn’t summon the will to think about what those sounds could mean.
Edward’s mouth and fingers worked together with such profound synchronicity that Carol felt her arousal begin a slow, steady climb. Want and desire turned to need, and threatened to turn to frenzy. She lifted her hips and fisted his hair and moaned, a wordless demand for more.
When he lifted his hand and his lips from her body, she whimpered. And when he looked down her body, she followed the direction of his gaze.
There, waiting between her open thighs, Warren’s gaze met hers and his lips spread into a slow, sexy grin. “Sweet berries for nipples, and a pussy filled with nectar. Who could ask for more?” Then he lowered his head and put his mouth on her cunt.
The strangled gasp that emerged from her sounded as if it came from someone else. She stiffened her back, then pushed her pussy closer to that wonderful, thrill-inducing tongue of his.
Waves of euphoric bliss began to swirl within her, and Carol cried out as the arousal that had been brewing within her all night began to bubble and churn and grow.
She knew what was coming, though she’d never felt one. But now that it neared, now that rapture promised to be hers, she found she couldn’t wait. She pressed and shivered, and deep inside, she sought to grasp the tendrils that teased her, and pull them more firmly into her reality.
“Let go, baby. Just let your climax come to you. God, this is so damn hot and sexy. Warren looks like he’s drinking the nectar of the gods. I can hardly wait until it’s my turn.”
Sexy words, sexy sensations continued to pound and tease, lure and ease, and Carol cried out, a strange brew of frustration and joy spinning wildly through her.
“Come for us, baby,” Edward said.
She whimpered as it neared, with no knowledge of how to do that, how to come. She looked down between her legs and the sight of Warren’s dark head there added another layer to the emotions cascading through her. Then he looked up and lifted his mouth for a moment. His lips and chin were wet from her juices. The raw sight gave her a new hunger. Unplanned, she licked her lips. Warren nodded, and moved just slightly. He brought one hand up and slipped two fingers inside her. She felt the twinge of tightness but before she could take another breath he brought his mouth back to her pussy. Only this time, he sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time he jiggled those fingers against something inside her.
“Oh, oh yes!” Ecstasy broke, a liquid eruption of pleasure so intense she screamed with the excitement of it. Wave after wave of rapture coated her, covered her, changed her in a tidal rhythm, making her new and complete.
Her entire body shook with the orgasm. The sounds of crooning, the sensation of Edward stroking her arm as her body bathed her in perspiration, these things seemed almost otherworldly. Then Warren moved up her body, a slow deliberate journey, and even as she continued to shiver, she knew what he was about to do.
She cast a glance at Edward and oddly recalled that first time they’d come to her at the spa. His words, then, hadn’t meant anything to her but now she understood that even then, this was what he’d been thinking about.
Warren is the oldest. He should be the first. It’s family tradition.
“Look at me, Carol.” Warren held himself above her. She felt his latex-covered cock nudge the opening of her pussy, and the heat coming from him told her just how triggered he was.
She met his gaze, felt herself held by it, entranced, almost snared by it.
“Ours.” He waited, and she understood in a heartbeat that he wanted an answer.
“Yes. Yours.” She looked over at Edward, then back to Warren. “Both of yours.
”
He nodded slightly, and then he began to enter her.
She felt the invasion, the stretching, and then the pinch that began to grow and spread. But she held his gaze and inhaled deeply to ease the sting.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and then he pushed all the way into her.
She cried out, the final flash of pain taking her by surprise. She’d felt her hymen tear, and then he was seated deep inside her. He settled himself on top of her, bracing himself on his forearms and leaned forward. He kissed the twin tears that had emerged without her consent.
“I am sorry for that pain. But not for being the first inside you.” He closed his eyes and she knew he was fighting for control.
“Aren’t you going to do something else? Like move?”
“In a minute, wench. Let me take care of you the only way I know how. Let me give your body a few moments to adjust to me.”
His face still glistened with the dew he’d lapped from her body. She could smell herself, and him, and the aroma of the two combined tantalized her, begged her to try something dark and new.
“I need to kiss you. I need to taste us.”
The heat in his gaze flared. “Damn, she’s perfect for us, isn’t she?”
“Absolutely.” Edward edged closer and stroked her arm.
She knew he wasn’t trying to draw her attention away from Warren. He was just letting her know he was there, and a part of what they were sharing.
“Please, I am so far from perfect, it’s not funny.”
“You’re perfect for us, woman. Don’t ever doubt it.” Then he lowered his mouth to hers and gave her the most erotic kiss she’d ever had.
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Sharing the taste of her cunt with her was the most erotic thing he’d ever done. Warren eased his lips from hers and knew he had to move inside her. So he began slowly, a gentle out and then in again kind of motion. Right then he didn’t know if he’d ever held himself so tightly in control. But he knew he had no choice. He would rather die than hurt his woman.
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