Wild - Jaci Burton Page 0,31

pushed her vaginal walls deeper around Seth. Her clit banged Seth’s skin every time Mike withdrew a bit. And her ass was filled with glorious inches of Mike’s cock.

This was really happening. She was really being double-fucked. God, she wished she had this on video so she could masturbate to it over and over again. It was so much better than doing it herself with dildos. Real cocks, warm, pulsing flesh, separated by only a thin barrier as they moved within her. They could almost be fucking against each other.

And that was a wild thought. She’d never even realized a male-to-male thing could turn her on so much, and yet she knew that even now, their balls were probably touching each other.

Did they realize it? Did it excite them? Oh, she hoped in some way that it did, because it excited her. The forbidden always charged her fantasies. Only tonight was her reality.

“Can you two feel each other?” she asked, needing to know.

“Yeah,” Seth said, his eyes dark with passion. He lifted up, thrusting deep, and her pussy gripped him in a tight vise that made him hiss.

“Does that turn you on, Abby?” Mike asked. “The thought that we can feel each other’s dicks moving inside you?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, bucking back against his cock. He responded by fucking her ass harder.

And then she was flying over the edge and couldn’t hold it back.

“Oh, I’m coming!” She didn’t know what to do to stop it, but the feeling of being filled, of knowing they were all but fucking each other, was a fantasy that sent her reeling. Her clit exploded, and she screamed, tightening around them as she writhed and clenched and fucked back against them. They both moved then, furiously pumping against her, one in, one back, their rhythm taking her from orgasm to peak again, her own moisture keeping her right with them as she continued with one aftershock after another.

It was like falling into a black hole of sensation, and she couldn’t speak, just fucked them both like a wild woman, scratching at Seth’s chest. Mike leaned over her, burying his cock deep in her ass, biting the nape of her neck and growling as he pistoned his cock with hard, punishing thrusts.

She didn’t care. She wanted the pain, wanted to come again. When she did, her scream was even louder. She reared back this time, pushing off Seth’s chest to reach back for Mike, turning her head to the side to devour his lips with her own. She must have bitten him, because she tasted blood. He growled and laughed, the sound dark and demonic. He grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples, and then shuddered against her, cursing as he came.

Beneath her, Seth gripped her hips hard, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pushed her down on his cock. She tore her mouth from Mike’s and stared down at him, at his face so lost in pleasure it nearly hurt to watch him as he came, bucking wildly against her, thrusting his hips up and thrashing underneath her.

Panting, she could barely move. She was covered in sweat, knew she looked a wreck, and had never felt so womanly, so wild, or so satiated in her entire life. Exhaustion took hold, and she hung there limply while Mike withdrew and pulled her off Seth. They took her into the shower and cleaned her up, dried her off, and tucked her into bed, but she was only vaguely aware of any of it, just grateful for the blissful darkness as the light was turned off.

A warm body nestled in on either side of her, and she smiled as she drifted off to sleep, thinking a girl could get used to this.

nine

Abby woke to sunlight streaming into the room and shining on her face. And warmth.

And a very large, very empty bed.

A bed that wasn’t hers. She shot straight up, momentarily disoriented. Then it all came rushing back to her, and she pushed her hair off her face.

Oh yeah. This was Mike’s bed. Where she’d had really wild sex last night. With two amazing men.

She’d done it. She’d freed herself from the last vestiges of being Chad’s boring, dutiful, stupid ex-wife. For the first time she felt like an independent, sexual woman. All in all, she felt pretty damn worldly now.

With a satisfied half grin, she lifted her arms over her head, stretched and yawned, then slipped off the edge and padded down the hall in