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She held her breath. She thought about the
fact that Richard was miles away, being watched by Noah’s man, and
that Luke had promised to keep her safe. She thought about the
years she’d spent without Luke, without
any
man in her bed.
Then she imagined how good it would feel to be completely selfish
and let these two virile, handsome men give her all they had.

She wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle
it.

But a girl could die trying right?

“Yes.”

***

Minutes later, they were all naked and Sarah
was spread out on the floor like a virgin about to be sacrificed to
the Gods. Right after they ate her out, of course, and gave her so
many head-banging orgasms that she’d almost pass out.

As Luke watched, Noah crouched between her
legs, going at her like gang busters. Her knees were bent, her
heels touching her buttocks while Noah held her ankles and made
sure she stayed nice and open for what his lips and tongue were
doing to her. Every now and then, Noah would glance up and grin at
Luke, Sarah’s pussy juice glistening against the man’s golden
skin.

Damn, it was a sight to behold—the way her
face contorted with pleasure. Pleasure she was getting from
someone else
. Possessiveness swamped him, threatening to
ruin it all.

He’d known it wouldn’t be as easy to share
Sarah as he had his other women. What he felt for her was too
powerful for that. But watching her hips arch and her breasts
bounce while she simultaneously tried to control herself and still
ride to orgasm was intoxicating. Most of all, he loved the way her
gaze continually sought his, and the way she was reaching for him
and mouthing his name, as if he was her anchor, her reason for
being.

She covered her mouth with one of her hands
to stifle a scream, and Luke’s gaze jerked back to Noah, who was
rubbing the head of his cock against her nether lips, his eyes
closed in ecstasy. Luke clenched his fists against the need to
pummel the other man for daring to touch what was his.

But this wasn’t about ownership.

This was about
Sarah
and giving her
all the pleasure she could stand.

With a growl, Luke moved swiftly and
straddled her chest so his dick bobbed in front of her face. “Suck
me, Sarah. Now.”

Her eyes greedily found him first. Then her
hands. Then her mouth. He groaned as she sucked him in and all the
feelings of possessiveness shot straight to his dick.
Her
pleasure
, he thought again, before he became lost in his own
pleasure.

He could tell when Sarah hovered at the edge
of release, and he forced himself to back away from her,
withdrawing his dick from the furnace of her mouth. She increased
the pressure of her sucks, frantically trying to keep him inside
her, but he pulled out anyway. “I want to watch your face when it
happens. I want to hear you scream.”

“Luke. Oh my God,” she gasped. “It feels too
good. I can’t—”

He frowned. She was fighting it even as she
was desperate for the pleasure Noah was giving her. Moving to the
side and off her, he confirmed Noah lapped at her while pumping his
fingers in and out of her pussy. Reaching out, Luke placed his palm
on Sarah’s stomach, massaging her in small circles, urging the
muscles that tensed and rolled to relax. “Come, baby. Let it
happen. Give it to us.”

Her gaze locked with his, and she moaned.
Her hips pistoned against Noah’s mouth, and she really tried; he
could see she was trying. But she stayed there on the edge, unable
to get over that final hurdle.

“Noah,” Luke called.

Noah paused, glanced at Luke, then, reading
the message in his eyes, stopped going down on her altogether. He
reared up, breathing hard, a dazed look in his eyes as he reached
down to stroke his cock. Gently, Luke rolled Sarah onto her
stomach, then helped her rise to all fours.

“You wanna taste Noah’s dick, Sarah? ‘Cause
I think he deserves a little reward for getting you this far, don’t
you think?”

At his words and Sarah’s mewl of agreement,
Noah moved directly in front of her. Inch by inch, his cock
disappeared in Sarah’s mouth. Noah groaned like a man being dragged
into the depths of hell while glimpses of heaven scrolled through
his mind. Swiftly, Luke took his position behind Sarah. Smoothing
his hands over the lush globes of her ass, he bent and kissed her
spine. “That’s a good girl. You suck him nice and hard, okay? And
in the meantime, I’m going to take my own reward. Oh yeah,” he
hissed as he gripped the base of his cock and guided the head into
the slippery folds that peeked out at him. “Damn, you’re hot,
Sarah. You’re going to burn me alive.”

She bucked backwards, and immediately half
of him sunk into her. He’d never slipped into a woman so smoothly,
but before she could force the rest of him inside her, he jerked
out. She moaned in protest, then gasped when he smacked her ass
with the flat of his palm. Damn, but she loved the whole spanking
vibe.

“Naughty girl,” he crooned. “This is
my
reward, remember. I want you to take me nice and slow. As
slow as you’re going to take Noah’s cock in your mouth, you
understand?”

She whimpered but, sure enough, her mouth on
Noah’s cock slowed down. She took him in by far shallower degrees,
then paused to suckle when he was all the way in. Then she pulled
back just as slowly as she’d swallowed him. Matching her pace, Luke
drilled her with his cock, occasionally tapping the spot on her ass
that he’d swatted, relishing in her moans of pleasure. The three of
them swayed, moving in concert, their rocking motions graceful and
smooth, and accompanied by a sweet chorus of male groans and female
exclamations.

“Oh man, this is amazing, Luke. She’s so
good at giving head…
incredible
…”

Sarah let Noah’s dick slip out of her mouth
and pumped him with her fist. “Oh Luke. Oh Luke! Oh Luke. Yes, fuck
me. Yes. Yes!”

“That’s it, baby,” Luke encouraged. “Take it
all. It’s all for you. All for you, Sarah.”

“Oh God,” Noah groaned. “I’m going to
come.”

“I’m coming, Luke. I’m coming,” Sarah
hitched out.

“Do it. Do it, now!” Luke urged as the
pressure in his balls magnified to an excruciating degree. “Fuck
yeah!” he roared when he felt the fluttering grip of Sarah’s pussy
milk his cock.

She shrieked when she came, the sound
slightly muffled by the jerks of Noah’s cock emptying into her
mouth. Noah threw back his head and, unlike Luke, grew eerily quiet
in his release. He finished before Luke did and slowly withdrew
himself from Sarah’s mouth.

As he collapsed back to lie on the floor,
Luke kept on coming, imprisoned in the longest orgasm of his life.
He gripped Sarah’s hips, hanging on to the woman who’d become
his
anchor, fully aware that as long as his orgasm was
lasting, hers was matching his shudder for shudder.

When they were finally done, they were
covered in sweat, and she was crying. Weakly, he gathered her into
his arms and curled his body into hers. Smoothing her hair back
from her face, he kissed her. “So good, baby. That was so good. I
love you.”

***

Over her sobs, Sarah heard Luke’s
declaration of love and wondered if she was hallucinating. Or was
it called something different when you were hearing things?

She’d just had mind-blowing sex with two
skilled men, and even now the first was getting dressed while the
second man—the man she
loved
and apparently loved her
back—held her in his arms and offered her paradise. She was so
afraid it was all going to be snatched away from her and for one
panic-filled moment, she started crying harder.

“Shh,” Luke breathed. “It’s going to be
okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll keep you safe. Just
let me love you.”

“I—I love you, too, Luke. I’ve always loved
you.” It felt so good to say it. To admit her feelings for him
after all these years. “You were right. I was just too scared. Too
scared to risk myself. But I want to now. God I want to.”

“I want that, too, darling. We have our
whole lives ahead of us. Together.”

“But Richard…”

He pulled away slightly and shook his head.
“Richard’s not going to come anywhere near you. Noah and I will
make sure of that.”

At his mention of Noah, her gaze found the
other man. He was once more dressed, and he winked down at her.
“That’s right, Sarah. You’re safe. I promise.”

Gently, Luke helped her to her feet and, as
Luke pulled up his pants, Noah enfolded her in a hug. “That was
incredible, sweetheart. You’re a goddess.”

Luke growled and pulled her away from the
other man. “Easy there, Romeo. What happened here isn’t going to
become a habit, you know.”

Because she could tell he wasn’t really
angry, Sarah glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes and
pouted. “But what if I want it to be?”

“Then I’ll just have to work harder to make
sure one dick—
my
dick—leaves you too exhausted to want
more.”

She laughed and next thing she knew, Noah
was gone with a saucy salute and a promise to check in later.
Knowing he’d immediately contact his man to get an update on
Richard, she grew serious. “I was just kidding. That was nice, but
I’m not sure I’ll want to do it again. I mean, I’m not saying
never,” she said quickly. “But… That is, I mean—”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, babe. I know
exactly what you mean. And I meant exactly what I said. I’ll be
doing my best to tire you out all on my own. I’m always open to
granting a fantasy or two, though…”

She pinched him in the ribs, making him
yelp. “That’s for springing Noah on me with no warning.” She pulled
his head down and soul kissed him. “And that’s for springing Noah
on me with no warning.” She kissed him again, and this time they
didn’t come up for air for quite a long time.

“And what was that for?” he rasped out.

“That…” she said teasingly as her fingers
found him through his jeans. He was already hard again. “That was
for inspiration,” she said. “Because I’m really, really looking
forward to you
trying
to exhaust me.”

They talked about Richard after that. About
how the gentle, supportive man she’d married had morphed into
someone scary soon after their honeymoon. About how his
possessiveness and jealousy of Luke had manifested itself in so
many different ways, over and over again. First, he’d called her
repeatedly whenever she was out. Then he’d tried to control
when
she went out and who she saw. He’d started hurling
accusations, calling her filthy names, and throwing things when he
got mad. One time, he’d punched a hole in a wall. She’d finally
left him six months after the wedding.

“You were separated that long? But why—” He
forced himself to stop speaking, even though it pained him that she
hadn’t let him know. He knew why she hadn’t contacted him. She
hadn’t trusted her feelings for him. But she did now, or at least
she would; he’d make sure of it. That was all that mattered.

“At first, he let me have my space. When I
mentioned divorce, he began courting me like crazy, but in very
disturbing ways. Ridiculously expensive gifts. And love letters
that failed to recognize the troubles we’d had or even that we were
separated. When I persisted about wanting the divorce, he got ugly
again. So I just let it go for a while. For years,” she admitted.
“Eventually, though, I needed to know I was severed from him,
legally, so I could move on with my life. It was…it was after the
divorce was final that he really started to scare me, but he didn’t
truly get violent until—”

“Violent how?” Luke interrupted in a quiet
but deadly voice. Noah had refused to give him the particulars,
although he had told Luke the physical abuse was limited. Limited
was still far too much, and he needed to hear what Sarah had
suffered in her own words.

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this.”

They were lying propped up in bed, her back
resting against his chest. He tipped her chin around so she was
forced to look at him. “I want to know everything about you. No
secrets. Tell me what happened.”

She swallowed, and he sensed her grow cold
until she shuddered. He gathered her deeper into his arms, and she
smiled up at him before she turned away. Glancing down, he saw that
she was twisting her hands together so tightly that her knuckles
were white. “It was late. I ran to the supermarket to buy more
cereal.” She sucked in a breath. “He was waiting for me in the
parking lot. He started talking about you. About how I’d never
gotten over you. How I probably imagined it was you making love to
me whenever he’d touched me. He acted…crazy.”

“And…” he prompted when she stopped
speaking.

“And I was so tired of his bullshit. Of the
years I’d wasted, that I’d thrown away, by marrying him, when I
could have been with you…” Her voice cracked.

He rubbed her arms and kissed the top of her
head. He had plenty of his own regrets, but nothing would be gained
by dwelling on them. “Keep going.”

“I’d always denied my feelings for you in
the past, but that night I no longer wanted to. I told him that he
was right. I told him the truth.” She scooted around so she kneeled
in front of him and braced her hands on his shoulder. His hands
encircled her waist. “I told him I thought of you every hour of the
day, but that I thought of you most when any other man, including
him,
especially
him, touched me. I told him it was the only
way I was able to bear his touch. By imaging it was you I was
kissing. You I was loving.”

His fingers on her waist tightened
convulsively, and his heart almost stopped at how angry her
response would’ve made Richard. “Jesus, Sarah, you had to know he’d
lose it. Any man would.”