“More?” he asked her, brushing over her with his nose, loving the scent of her.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes,” she choked out, gasping.
Holding the cotton tight, he swept her entire slit with his tongue. A fresh sheen of dew seeped to the edges of her pussy and Angel groaned, hard. Pinning her hips, he licked at that moisture, suckling at the skin half hidden beneath yellow lace. Flushed with her arousal, her nether lips plumped on either side and he took his time licking them, showering them with attention until she was shaking with her desire. Sliding the panel of cotton out of the way, he dove, fucking her with his tongue and she shouted a hoarse scream.
“Shit, Angel. Yes!” Troy growled, encouraging him. She thrashed between them. Gliding up her flushed slit, he watched Troy’s hands on her breasts, teasing and playing with her nipples. Then he slipped a hand under her neck collar and she moaned. “Damn, Angel. She’s soft. Feels so good in my hand.”
Michelle was on the verge, ready to explode all over him and he wanted it, her frame quivering in waves as they both teased her into a hyper state of need. He thrust with his tongue, licking and suckling at pinked flesh, not caring in the least that her juice was dripping down his chin to his shirt. She tasted sweet and tangy, hot and so fucking good.
Maneuvering, he touched her clit with a tight finger and she bucked.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to taste you,” he murmured. Circling her clit with his tongue, he switched, impaling her pussy with a finger, then two. She was so hot, so tight, he imagined how good she would feel, stroking his cock in and out of her sweet body, and almost came in his jeans, groaning hard and deep as the want to slam into her rode over him.
Her muscles tightened, her body shook and she arched, crying out.
Angel replaced his fingers, planting his mouth against her sweet flesh and lapped at the treat she was giving him, sucking and driving for every drop as she orgasmed over the wave. Shudders and gasps met his continued assault until she was barely moving, her breasts shaking as she came back down from the peak of pleasure.
“That was fucking amazing.” Troy petted her shoulders, his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts, not demanding, simply enjoying.
Angel licked his lips, then wiped his chin with his shirt. Breathing hard himself, he leaned against the side of the couch.
“Unbelievable,” he agreed.
Troy scooped her hair to the side, playing with the long strands. “You still with us, sweetheart?” She nodded sleepily. He reached for the remote behind him and shut off the TV. “Michelle? Look at me.”
Groggily, she opened pleasure drunk eyes. “Hmm?”
“We’re asking, so tell us now. Can we stay?”
Every step was being left to her. Neither Troy or Angel wanted to screw this up. Silently, Angel prayed she’d say yes. He wasn’t finished, not by a long shot, but jerking off at home after that simply wouldn’t work.
He watched her consider it, her gaze roaming to find him, then Troy again. Coming to a decision, she nodded. “Yes. You can stay.”
Troy’s chest shuddered. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Lowering, he blessed Michelle with a gentle kiss. “Thank you. You won’t regret this.”
A hand appeared and she pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh. Tonight. We’ll see how it looks in the light of day tomorrow, okay?”
Troy’s face fell. Angel didn’t like the sound of that either. He slid along the couch to kneel at her shoulder. “Michelle, this isn’t temporary, no matter how much you may think otherwise. We mean it. We want you to understand that.” If it took forever to convince her, they’d make sure she saw it, and realized this was for real.
Shit, his chest ached. He wanted to tell her he loved her so bad, his heart trembled. One thing he knew, something worth having, was worth fighting for.
He wasn’t giving up his woman without a fight to the end.
Chapter Six
Troy helped her to her feet, steadying her when she wobbled to the left. “Easy there, sweetheart.”
Angel grabbed her tossed shorts and turned out the lights. Troy held her close, letting her lead the way to the bedroom. When she opened the door, she stopped him from reaching for the light switch on the wall. “We don’t need it, do we?”
“No lights?” He leaned closer because she was talking so quietly.
“Please?” She hid her cheek into his chest and he couldn’t tell her no.
“It’s okay. No lights.”
He wondered if her bedroom was a wreck, but doubted it considering how well the rest of the house was kept. It wasn’t pitch black, but it was really dark with the blinds drawn down.
Angel sat on the edge of the bed and held out his arms. “Come here, baby.” She straddled his lap and kissed him, his hands running up and down her arms and shoulders. Looping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back.
Troy tugged his shirt out of his jeans, letting it fall where he stood. He’d find it in the morning. The important things were in his front pocket. Stepping out of his jeans, he fished the condoms out and held them in a fist until he was standing in his underwear. Adjusted better to the lack of light, he inched forward and set the handful on the nightstand, then stood behind Michelle. The sway of her hair tickled his abdomen and drifted over his erection, sending shots of need bursting through his body.
Bending, he found sweet skin to kiss below her ear. Sweeping her hair to the side, he licked up and down the column of her throat until he hit her pulse, then he suckled on the beating sign of her arousal, getting a heady shiver in return. He murmured his assent, his hands on her hips, loving the heat of her body enveloping his chest. Straightening, he hooked his fingers under the hem of her shirt and slowly unveiled the beauty between them, snatching her bra on the way. She stiffened momentarily, then let both arms rise to let it slide free. He tossed it in the general direction of his clothes.
Sitting next to Angel, he leaned close. “Kiss me, Michelle.” She did one better, she slid over and changed laps. Freed, Angel ripped out of his clothes so fast, there was a breeze. Standing from dropping his jeans and underwear, he noticed they were staring at him, and he chuckled with an embarrassed sound.
Michelle and Troy laughed at his expression. “Come on,” Michelle invited, patting the right side of the bed. He didn’t have to be told twice, slipping onto the bed beside Troy still holding Michelle on his lap.
“Kiss him,” Angel said, lying on his side, his head resting in a palm. “Sexy.” He dropped a hand and idly palmed the length of his erection.
“Angel, I had no idea you were so…”
“I’m not kinky,” he retorted flatly. “It’s Michelle. I love watching her.”
She faced Troy. “I don’t mind if he watches, or if you do, either,” she said in a quiet voice, apparently surprised by the admission if her tone were to go by. She may have never wanted it, but she was definitely warming up to a shared relationship. “I think I like it.”
Troy groaned, his cock tapping against his stomach beneath his briefs. “You are so fucking perfect.” Then he claimed her mouth, a hard, thrusting kiss. He stroked her tongue, demanding she kiss him back, and she did, driving into his mouth in imitation of what he’d done. The hunger storming through him hit a new level. She was sweet to him, her passion and desire making her taste like candy. “Straddle me, beautiful,” he told her, holding her hips to guide her. “I want to feel that hot pussy.”
A harsh groan slipped from Angel at his side, and Troy almost grinned. His best friend was thinking about the orgasm he got to enjoy, Troy just knew it.
Michelle settled across his lap, her toes barely reaching the floor. The heat of her desire scorched him through his briefs. Why the hell didn’t I take them off too?
Because you wanted to take it slow. Too bad he couldn’t wish the damn things off. Threading his fingers into her hair, he brought her tight, pressing her breasts snug into his chest.
Then their little hellion began to ro
ck her hips, rubbing the sweet, wet heat of her pussy over the throbbing fullness of his erection.
“Ssshit,” he hissed through a tight jaw. Her fingernails clawed into his hair, and he took a mental leap away from the edge, realizing what had begun as a tease had quickly escalated for the woman in his hands. Holding her steady, he encouraged her. “You want to come, don’t you baby?”
She whimpered her answer, her whole body shaking as she ground down on him. Her head lolled back, her lips parted as she sought her pleasure.
“Fuck,” Angel choked. “Oh, baby.”
“Ride that clit, baby.” Troy raised his hips a fraction, tilting until he felt the damp rub of her slit hitting him just right. “I want to feel you cream all over me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to come all over my cock, soak me.”
He gasped, tightening as her body twitched. Don’t lose it! He clenched down hard, fighting the screaming need to blow. Wanting her to explode for him, he cocked his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling over the extended tip, biting it gently until she howled.
Troy grunted as her frame shuddered, shakes rolling down her body as she creamed his groin and briefs. Steamy liquid slipped over his thighs, and Troy shuddered at the feeling. Her face was flushed with her exertions, her lips swollen. God, she was beautiful. She leaned to rest on his shoulder, her arms around his waist with his hands on her hips.
“Fuck,” Angel managed a few minutes later. “That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”
Panting, he brought her down with him, lying on his chest. He pressed little kisses to her damp skin. Michelle was barely moving. “That was incredible.”
“Never…done…that,” she managed.
“Orgasm? Or make yourself come by pleasuring yourself?” Troy threaded through the loose ends of her hair, letting it spread out around her.
“Myself…like that…on… Oh, God.” Another shudder struck and she moaned.
Aftershocks. He felt every single one. “Do you need to rest?” Troy asked. Angel hadn’t moved, though he’d stopped stroking his own meat at least.
“Minute,” she said, the panted flow of her breath rushing in warm bursts by his ear.
He looped his arm over her shoulder. “Anything, sweetheart.” He buried his nose in her neck and knew he was in love. Angel was too. Now if they could just convince Michelle to give them a chance.
Rolling, he let her find herself on her back between him and Angel. “Don’t move.”
“Can’t,” she muttered, waving a hand. “Noodle.”
Both men grinned. “And we’re not even done yet,” Angel promised. Lazily, he swept his fingers between her tempting mounds, running in circles to caress and learn. “Love your breasts.”
Troy saw her smile in the darkness.
Standing, he stripped his wet briefs, then moving between her legs, he eased hers off her hips and down her legs. He couldn’t wait to taste her on his tongue, but he was about to snap. He couldn’t take any more without finally having her.
He handed a pillow to Angel who eased it under her body and shoulders. “Come here, baby,” he purred. She tipped in his direction and Troy saw her lick her lips. “Taste me like I tasted you.”
With a condom in hand, Troy stopped to watch her take Angel’s length. They groaned at the same time, Troy and Angel, or all three, it didn’t matter, but the sound of pleasure being given and received was music. Her lithe body was open for the taking, and Angel was slowly fucking her mouth. Troy ripped open the condom and slid it over his erection.
“I’ll go slow, baby.” She grunted in answer, putting her attention into the cock in her mouth.
“Beautiful, Michelle. Your mouth was made for sucking.” Angel petted her shoulder, encouraging her. She twisted enough to be able to wrap a hand around his length, riding him with a tight palm, sucking on the head with deep, suctioned pops at the same time.
Stabilizing his frame on the edge of the bed with a knee, he propped one of her legs against his chest and eased himself forward. Troy’s world narrowed to the heat of her sheath taking him. Sweat beaded on his shoulders as he filled her. “Tight,” he growled. Then he couldn’t speak at all when she clamped down on him with her muscles.
She hooked her free leg behind his ass and Troy took that as a green light. Gripping her hips tightly, he stroked in and out, finding his rhythm, watching her suck hard on Angel. He’d fisted a hand into her hair, guiding her to take as much as she wanted, as much as she could, of his length.
Her hot pussy seeped juice for him. Troy withdrew and slammed into her. She cried out, grinding into him for more. Troy clutched her close, pounding her sweet cunt. His balls tightened as he slapped into her ass, her pelvis lifting to grind into his with each thrust. Whimpers and grunts echoed him as she gobbled on Angel’s shaft.
“Gonna come,” he warned them, his jaw tight when the pull of the vortex hit him.
Angel’s groan was loud and deep. “My balls. Touch them.” He shouted when she fulfilled his request. “Shit!”
Troy closed his eyes and surged into her bucking body, loving every minute of it. The heady pull of her muscles sucking at him, the sound of her mouth on Angel, the heat of her body between them. The rush of his seed filled his veins, thickening his cock until he thought he’d burst with the exquisite, sweet agony.
He bowed forward, a hoarse shout escaping as he erupted. Her body undulated, taking all he had to offer, his cock driving deep, needing to be as deep as he could inside his woman. A moment later, Angel’s grunted release echoed his, a feminine hand on his hip, holding him tightly as he climaxed for her.
Troy shivered, watching her take all of Angel’s load. She wasn’t shy, she wanted it, pulling and sucking at him until Angel tenderly pulled from her mouth to collapse to his calves. He followed her when she relaxed to her back to give her a kiss. “Perfect.”
Easing out of her, Troy let her legs find the bed. Reluctantly, he stepped away, pinching the end of the condom while groping for the bathroom. He found it a moment later, disposed of the condom and dampened a washrag. After wiping himself, he rinsed it and went back to the bed. He grinned. She hadn’t moved.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he purred. She shuddered when he tenderly wiped her clean. “Was I too rough?”
“No,” she croaked. “Long time.”
He nodded. He’d thought as much.
Getting rid of the cloth, he tugged her up and rolled her under blankets, Angel on her other side. She squirreled her way to the top of the bed, then with a sigh, she laid down with an arm at her side, and the other over her head.
She was breathing deeper before he’d even managed to close his eyes. Angel nuzzled into her, and he did the same. Troy kissed her cheek then laid still.
* * * *
Michelle curled into the heat in front of her, embracing the body in her sleep. The sensation of another body folding along her back brought her out of her sleep with a jerk. She blinked. Where was her light? Darkness weighed down her chest as though an elephant stood on her. Why is it dark! Fear shot through her, then she realized she wasn’t alone. Who is in my bed!
She screamed, the sharp burst cut short when she leaped over a body, diving for the bathroom to turn on the light. Her lungs burned as she tried to stem the terror clawing through her. She never forgot to turn on a light to sleep with! In an instant, the light in the bathroom illuminated everything immediately.
“Michelle?”
She whipped to stare wildly at the two men in the bed. Two faces she knew and trusted. Troy. Angel. Shocks crashed into her. She shivered and collapsed to the floor, sliding down the wall. Tears formed and slipped over her lashes, delayed shakes of her fear chilling her solid. Flashes of the attack shattered her peace until she was trembling, rocking on the floor. She sobbed, each tremor making her sound like a vehicle sputtering.
“Michelle?”
They shoved their way out of bed, kneeling in front of her in a flash.
; “What happened baby?”
She buried her face in her hands, unable to look at them. She didn’t even know how to begin to explain her fear.
“Holy fuck!”
Michelle pivoted away from Angel, hunching, making herself smaller. She knew without a doubt what he’d seen. Why she hadn’t wanted the light on last night.
“No, don’t. God baby. Who did this to you?”
She choked on a sob.
Troy gathered her in his arms. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe. Shh.” He cradled her tight into his chest and rocked her.
One of them handed her a cloth, or a towel, she didn’t know and couldn’t care less. She covered her face in it. “I’m so-sorry. I sleep with a light on. I got scared because it was dark.”
Tender hands smoothed her hair. “It’s okay, baby.” Then both of them wrapped themselves around her, holding her, protecting her between them. “You’re safe,” Troy murmured. “It’s just us and you.”
Hot tears fell from a chilled soul until she could get them to slow, then stop, her breathing staggered and pinched.
They petted and stroked her, soothing her with soft words and light touches.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice thick and watery. She shivered within their strong arms.
“Don’t, Michelle.” Troy stood, lifting her with him, practically in his arms. Settling her on the bed, he wiped her face dry. Angel walked out of the bathroom with her robe. Between them they wrapped her up, covering her. Shaken, she could barely move. A numbness was beginning to set in. Lifting her one more time, Troy put her at the top of the bed, then with nothing else at their disposal, they covered themselves with pillows, sitting with her.
Angel threaded his fingers through hers, and Troy did the same. She waited for the questions, for the demands, for the disgust, but they did none of that. They simply sat and comforted her.
They were leaving it up to her to tell them as much or as little as she wanted. She swallowed around the new lump in her throat. Fresh tears, but for a completely different reason. She loved them. These two video game junkies. Two hard working, entrepreneurial men. Two men who were insane to want her. Somehow, she’d fallen for them. God! I’m eight years older than them! Do you hear yourself? Two men? Her head was a discordant symphony of warnings, and reasons. But the one underlying truth was she honestly had grown to love them.
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