had no doubt whatsoever that they did care for and about her. One more thing she knew as well - their caring ran deep.
"Maybe," Brian whispered loudly, "we can help you get your mind off things. Maybe we can distract you."
Carrie grinned. "There's no maybe about that, cowboy. You both always manage to distract me. All I ever have to do is think about you, and my focus is shot all to hell." Gratitude filled her because they could, and they did.
They'd been lovers for such a short time. She could admit to herself that she'd been worried at first that the extreme passion she'd experienced with them that first night would fade after they'd made love a few times.
Instead, she'd been surprised and relieved to discover the exact opposite. Far from fading, the passion they inspired in her and shared with her just got hotter and better, every time.
"That's about the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." Chase lifted her chin gently and kissed her lips, a fleeting, almost chaste kiss. "Brian and I couldn't help but notice you seem to enjoy having your ass played with, sugar. So we thought tonight might be a good time to start getting that sweet little bottom of yours ready to take our cocks."
Oh, God. How could they turn her on so much, so fast, with just their words? And if the words they used were sexy and dirty, why, she got positively wet.
"I do love having you play with my ass." Certainly no one had been more surprised by that fact than she was. "Just talking about it right now is getting me horny."
"Mm, we know." Brian ran his hands up and down her arms.
Chase began to pull the hem of her T-shirt out of her shorts. "Did you know, sugar, that when you get wet, like you are right now, we can both smell your arousal? It's a musky, sultry woman-scent that goes straight to our cocks. And when you do that? When you stick that sweet little pink tongue of yours out and lick your lips just like that, it just makes us even harder and maybe even just a little bit desperate to have you."
Carrie rather liked the idea she could drive both of these virile men to the point of desperation - since they could send her there so easily themselves with just their words.
In fact, at the moment she thought she might be moving beyond desperate. As far as she was concerned, at least right now, talking was vastly overrated. The time had come for action. "So how do you want me?" Both men had shown a real talent for picking different positions and places when it came to loving her. She kind of liked the variety, and she was certainly always ready to try new things.
"How do we want you? We want you wet, wanton, and waiting," Brian said. "We want you naked, splayed out before us, ours to touch and tease and taste as we please." He used his lips on her neck, and Carrie was helpless to do anything but tilt her head to the side and moan in pleasure as he licked her, kissed her, and shot her arousal to incredible heights.
Brian eased back and took her hands in his and then raised her arms over her head. Chase worked her shirt up her body. Brian released her hands so Chase could get the garment off her completely. He then unfastened the hooks at the back of her bra, and Chase plucked that from her body, too.
This was her favorite way to get naked - leaning against one lover, facing the other, and letting them simply remove the clothes from her body.
Topless, Carrie once more leaned against Brian. Chase's gaze focused on her nipples, which had already beaded to hard little points. He reached out and ran the back of his hand along the underside of her right breast, back and forth, and then repeated the gesture on her left.
Carrie gasped as her nipples drew up into even tighter points. She could have sworn at that moment that a single nerve ran from her nipples to her clit, because that tiny nubbin of flesh between her legs seemed to tingle in response to Chase's petting.
"Maybe, what we really want is for you to be completely submissive to our wills." Chase's voice sounded as if it had just dropped an entire octave. She felt it rumble in her stomach. She flexed her