She was tighter now, whimpering, her fingers digging at his shoulders as her lips opened on a gasp of helpless pleasure/pain. Jethro’s cool, thickly lubricated fingers eased inside her, stroking tender tissue and nerve endings until she was a mass of desperate hunger.
“Take her.” Mac snarled the order.
“Fuck, she’s going to be tight,” Jethro groaned. “So damned tight.”
Keiley heard the words drifting around her, but nothing processed except the incredible sensations tearing through her, the hunger ripping her apart from the inside out.
She knew what was coming. She had sensed it the minute Mac’s c**k had filled her and he suddenly clamped her to his chest. Helplessly pinned against him, she couldn’t move, couldn’t ride him as she needed, couldn’t still the flames burning through her body, demanding release.
Then Jethro behind her.
“Oh God. Mac. Mac.” She shuddered violently as Jethro’s fingers filled her first, stretching her, burning through her senses with a pleasure so close to agony she felt tears seep from her eyes. “Mac, help me.”
“Now, Jethro.”
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she felt Jethro behind her, felt the head of his c**k pressing against the tight anal entrance as Mac tore the cushion from behind them, allowing him to lay full length along the stool and the chair as Jethro began to press inside her.
She could feel the cooling lubrication easing the way, creating a counterpoint between the magnified heat of Jethro’s c**k and the hot depths of the channel he was invading. His hands, calloused like Mac’s but not as broad, parted her bu**ocks. Warm. Clenching into the flesh with almost catlike strokes.
As she felt the broad head slip fully inside her, Keiley screamed out mindlessly. In acceptance or denial, she wasn’t certain. But her body opened for him. She felt it. Felt the burning, searing acceptance as the iron hard length of his erection began to work inside the ultra-tight, ultrasensitive channel.
She stared back at Mac, weak, her body flooded with sensations that echoed and resounded, built and intensified by the second.
She could feel both of them now. Their differences, the alternate scents of each man weaving around her. Mac’s stormy scent, laced with the scent of lightning. Jethro, wild and untamed, not quite like a storm, more like the scent of the earth just before the storm hits. Different, and yet familiar. It attacked her senses as the pleasure attacked her nerve endings.
“Mac.” She tried to arch in his arms as another scream came out as a whimpering sound of demented pleasure. “He’s—” She tried to swallow. “He’s inside me.”
“He’s inside you, baby,” he crooned gutturally. “Tight inside you.”
“Mac. I don’t know—,” she whimpered as she felt both their cocks jerk inside her. “I don’t know if I can survive—”
Her eyes drifted closed as a surge of lust tore through her. She needed them to move. To do something. To ease the burning, gnawing ache for release.
“Look at me, Keiley.” His voice was strained, growling. “Open your eyes, damn it. Let me see them.”
She forced her eyes open, tightening, writhing beneath the combined penetrations as she whimpered his name again.
“God, yes,” he muttered savagely “The pleasure in your face, Kei. It’s gorgeous. So damned gorgeous.”
She could feel his c**k throbbing inside her as her rear stretched further, sending hard, agonizing bursts of sensation through her nerve endings.
“Help me,” she gasped, aware that she was clawing his shoulders but unable to pull back. “Please. Please, Mac.”
His eyes were nearly black, his corded muscles like steel beneath her. She suddenly jerked, shuddered, and felt every inch of Jethro’s c**k impaling her.
Keiley wasn’t certain at that point if she could maintain consciousness. Keeping her eyes opened and locked on Mac’s took superhuman effort. Nothing could control the frantic writhing of her body, the internal contractions around the thick intrusions filling her, or the kaleidoscope of sensations racing through her body.
“I love you,” Mac whispered then, his h*ps flexing, drawing his c**k back slowly, then filling her as Jethro retreated slightly from her anus.
Coordinated. Wickedly practiced. The gentle, slow strokes were more destructive for the very fact that they were so well timed, one with the other.
Keiley could do nothing but take the rapturous pleasure exploding through her body now. Each stroke, each thrust, each muttered male groan tore through her with the force of a hard, electrical jolt. She was pinned between them, held, caressed.
Jethro’s lips smoothed over her neck, his teeth raked. Mac’s lips nipped and possessed hers, his tongue licking and penetrating as he forced her to keep her eyes open.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he demanded as they began to drift shut. “Watch me, Keiley. I want to see your eyes. They’re green now, baby. So green I could drown in them. Like the seas. Like emeralds that live and breathe.”
They were moving harder now, taking her, f**king her with driving thrusts and powerful strokes as they strained beneath and behind her.