my hands drown in the sea of hard, washboard abdominals that made up his quivering stomach.
Mmmmmm…
I bit my lip and eye-fucked him as he plunged in and out of me from beneath, his hands cupping and squeezing my breasts the whole time. I pointed to the couch, and Warren climbed back into his spot. His erection was long and curved, as beautiful as the first time I’d ever laid eyes on it. I made him stroke it for a while, then stood up and squatted over him as well.
Settling down over it was like plunging back into something warm and welcome and ridiculously good. He started screwing me the way I liked, rocking me forward and backward against the top of his rock-hard shaft. The friction was incredible. It dragged perfectly, in just the right places.
The room was flush with heat now, as the fire roared from the cast iron stove. It felt amazing on my naked skin, adding a whole new level to the entire experience.
“Kayla…”
Warren’s hands were on my hips, suddenly fighting to keep me from going too deep. I knew damned well what it meant. His eyes were pleading, almost begging.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, riding him even harder. I raked the backs of my nails down his gorgeous, stubbled face. “No one’s telling you to stop.”
I lowered my forehead to his and placed my hands on his cheeks. “Shoot,” I breathed, kissing him deeply. Through it all, I kept rocking my hips. “Shoot it in me.”
When he finally surged, I didn’t hesitate — I fucked him straight through his climax. His eyes flared and his hands flexed and his cock roared, spending itself inside me.
YES!
I kept rocking my body forward and back, taking his full length all the way in, all the way out. I watched as his glistening shaft disappeared and reappeared at my entrance, which was becoming wetter and frothier by the minute.
Ohhhh...
Through every primal grunt I kept kissing him, over and over. Eventually his spasms slowed and breathing returned to normal. Spent and depleted, his fingers finally let go of my hips.
“Now, you two.”
Rather than ride them I slid to the floor, urging them from the couch to stand on either side of me. Then I began blowing and stroking them hard from my knees. Sucking them so hard that my cheeks hollowed out, while switching off every half minute or so.
It was my enthusiasm that really turned them on. I was whimpering and moaning around them like a woman possessed, popping them from between my lips and smacking them hard against the side of my face. I fucked them with my eyes too, every bit as much as my mouth. My hands slid over their saliva-coated shafts, milking them to within inches of losing it before finally jerking them off… all over my face.
It was Luke who lost it first, spraying me desperately with his hot seed. Adrian lasted no more than a minute later, shooting warm ropes of salty-sweet come in a more directed stream, all over my outstretched tongue.
Damn!
There was nothing hotter than looking up over two thick fistfuls of men you’re already in love with. Looking past two hard, rippled stomachs and into the faces of two beautiful lovers… who also happened to be friends.
“Seems to me it’s probably your turn.”
Adrian’s words were followed by the extension of one great arm. He handed me a towel first, which I used to clean up. Then he reached down to pull me to my feet.
“Maybe you boys should take me to bed, then.”
A batch of pillows and blankets abruptly landed at my feet. Warren was dragging the coffee table between the couches out of the way, and Luke began spreading things out in a giant, comfortable-looking square.
“Even better,” he winked, “is when the bed comes to you.”
Thirty-One
KAYLA
I lost count of how many times they took me, or how many times I came. I knew only that I passed out from pleasure, sometime after midnight. That I climaxed so hard I literally blacked out, something that had never, ever happened before.
What time is it?
I woke slowly, drowsily, to find myself spooned between Warren and Luke. Their bodies felt warm and wonderful, their arms strong and protective. The fire was nothing but embers now, glowing through the slats of the stove. The occasional crackle was the only sound I heard — that, and the drip-drip-hiss of a coffee maker, somewhere in the distance.
Adrian?
I looked, and my third lover wasn’t there. His jacket still hung