eye, pointed back to Braden, and then moved behind her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he promised, reaching up to turn her face toward him. "I'm going to take very good care of my girl."
Then he kissed her. She had to twist, but Braden pressed her hip, preventing her from turning. As her tongue tangled with Psyc's, she felt Braden's mouth again. They had to have planned this, she thought. The pair of them keeping her distracted. She also didn't mind.
Psyc kissed her passionately. Not like it was an obligation, but as if he didn't want to stop. Unfortunately, she couldn't keep up. Each time Braden flicked his tongue across her, she paused. When his hands caressed spots that were usually ticklish, she moaned. And then Psyc pressed his hips closer, and she could feel the head of his dick sliding down to her ass.
She pressed back and he pushed in, whispering, "Breathe," against the back of her head.
Then Braden reached up to caress her breast. Just as her body stretched, Braden rolled his palm across her achingly hard nipple. She gasped, unable to take all the sensation at once, and her body relaxed. Psyc filled her, his pelvis pressed tight up against her ass and nothing else mattered. Then he began to move.
Slow, long strokes were at odds with Braden's gentle laps and caresses. Grabbing his hair, she pulled Braden's face closer, all but demanding more. She couldn't manage a word, though. Rhaven was panting for breath, gasping for air, and whimpering in pleasure. Talking was more than she could handle.
Her men loved her. The pair of them treated her like she was desirable and seductive. Psyc thrust his arm around her chest, holding her against him. She felt Braden move his hand out of the way, and then Psyc began to toy with her breast. Braden changed hands, taking over the other. Every nerve in her body fired. Their bodies moved. She could no longer tell where one man's touch ended and another began, but she didn't care.
This was something she'd never thought was possible. They not only felt so fucking good, but they made her proud of who she was. Psyc kissed her shoulder, rocking himself through her body, and she felt herself moving to match. Braden adjusted, and Rhaven forgot to think. She forgot to worry about looking beautiful or feminine.
This was surrender. This was what it felt to be loved by a man. This was that delicate feeling that was always just out of reach. Her moans became cries of passion. Her men began to groan with their own satisfaction. The feel of their callused hands against her skin, their facial hair teasing her body, and them both pleasing every last inch of her was too intense.
She jerked, trying to hold off, but the pressure was too much. Her fingers dug into Braden's hair pulling him off of her just as her body lost control, and she came. Pleasure started in her center, radiating outward, but Psyc kept going. He pumped into her ass, prolonging the sensation until he couldn't take anymore. With a groan, he pushed all the way inside her and she felt his hips tremble against her ass.
"Fucking gorgeous," Braden whispered.
Psyc pressed his mouth against her shoulder and extracted himself from her body. A soft groan proved he was just as sensitive as she was. "If I let go of her, she's going to wilt."
"Bed," Braden said, guiding her that way. "Trash is in the bathroom, Psyc."
Rhaven flopped onto the bed but crooked a finger at Braden. "Your turn."
"Not too much?" he asked, reaching for a condom.
"I want to find out what too much is," she decided.
He rolled the latex on, knocked the rest of the box onto the floor, then grabbed the bottle of lube. A generous handful filled his palm, and then he worked it onto himself, never looking away from her.
"Scoot back," he said.
She moved until her feet were also on the mattress, and then Braden crawled right between her legs. "Tell me if I'm too much," he said, reaching down to angle himself.
But she wanted this. More than he could imagine, and the fact that he was laying over her? It was perfect. As Braden found her opening and eased himself in, he leaned closer to her face until his mouth found hers. Their tongues tangled and she felt him fill her, stretching her more than Psyc had, but it was good. Intense, but still good.
Then he moved.