Elemental Pleasure (8 page)

The strained silence broke when Lance nodded. “Fair enough.”

Preston smiled, but this time there was genuine pleasure in his eyes. “Then perhaps it’s time we truly engaged in our
ménage a trois
.”

Lance’s response was to dip his head and kiss Carly’s neck. Preston had done the same not long ago, but she would never mistake one man’s touch for the other. Lance’s stubble scraped her skin. Preston had gone for the spot where neck met shoulder, while Lance found the sensitive area just below her ear. She gasped when he kissed and licked her there. Prickles of heat zinged between her neck and breasts, making her nipples even more responsive to Preston’s rolling and pinching.

When Lance’s hands slid around to her belly and dipped between her legs to fondle her pussy, alarm bells signaled confusion in her brain. There were too many hands, too many sensations. She shifted, suddenly
nervous
.

“The bed,” Preston said.

She wasn’t sure which of them lifted her, but she found herself placed in the center. The mattress shifted under her, rolling her first to one side, then to the other, as two heavy male bodies positioned themselves on either side. There was a small voice in her head saying she needed to stop this, that she should take control and assert herself. That thought was silenced when they touched her.

Lance was on her left, propped on one elbow. He drew her arm over her head, laying her wrist on the pillow,
and then he
kisse
d his way down
over her chest to her breast. He held the mound of flesh fir
m with one hand as he took
her nipple
into his mouth
. Preston, on her right, lifted her leg, hooking it over his and exposing her sex to his wandering hands.
She was so wet, so ready,
she was sure a single touch to her clit would send her over. As if he knew that, Preston’s hands stayed away, instead fondling and tugging the lips of her sex.

“Lovely Carly.” Preston’s fingers stroked
her as Lance suckled her. “Have you had anal sex before?”

“What?” The question startled her. “Yes. Why?”

“
Was it recently? We don’t w
ant to hurt you.”

Lance raised his head. “If we’re both going to fuck you, we’re going to need options.”

Confusion
tore through her at Lance’s words.
Options? Oh god.
They
were going to use her, fuck her…and she wanted i
t. She craved it
so much, it hurt
. When had she completely lost her mind?

“Don’t scare her,” Preston said.

“I
’m not scared.” It wasn’t true. S
he
was
frightened of them, of what they made her feel, of what she’d gotten herself into.
She wasn’t this woman, wasn’t the sort to lose herself in the passion.

“Good girl.” Lance grabbed her chin and turned her head, kissing her hard and deep. Preston’s lips touched her belly, moving south toward her sex. Lance broke the union of their lips to watch the other man’s descent.

Preston raised his head when he was just a breath away from where she desperately needed his mouth. A wave of disappointment and something like rage coursed through her. Couldn’t he see how close she was? These near misses were killing her. She needed to come.

She opened her mouth to berate him, to demand he satisfy her, but Preston spoke first.

“Carly, you didn’t answer my question. When did you last have anal sex?”

“I don’t know. It was a long time ago.” How could they expect her to think at a time like this?

“We can’t risk it,” Preston said. “We might hurt her.”

Lance frowned. “We’ll go slow.”

“No, we won’t.”

Lance chuckled, the sound vibrating
against
Carly where they touched. “You’re right, we won’t.
I want her too fucking much.
”

Preston unhooked her leg. “On your hands and knees, my beautiful Carly.”

Before she had time to respond, they rolled her to her belly. Hands at her hips drew her ass up and helped position her on her knees in the center of the bed.
She was a ragdoll, theirs for the taking. What was she doing?

Lance ran his hand through her slit and she moaned. “Her pussy is mine.”

“No,” Preston replied simply.

“Listen. You need to step back
or we’re going to…”

“She’
ll decide.” Preston’s hand smoothed over her ass, his fingers brushing her aching pussy. “Carly, one of us is going to fuck your pussy, while the other takes your mouth. The choice is yours.”

Jesus. Had she ever been asked such a question in her life? Carly closed her eyes, trying to think. How could she choose between them, and what would it mean if she appeared to favor one over the other? They’d already come close to blows several times tonight.

Had she been less
stimulated
, less needy, the question and its ramifications might have paralyzed her. As it was, her reply was instinctive. She liked Lance’s rough, needy touch, but she trusted Preston more.

“I want Preston to fuck me.”

There was a beat of silence, and then the bed shifted as Preston climbed off. Lance looked at her. She turned away, a
fraid he would be angry
with her. Hard fingers caught her chin, forcing her face to him. He was propped on one elbow, lying beside her. Somewhere along the line he’d removed his pants, but
his
boxers were still on. She could see the bulge of his cock under the fabric.

“Come here, gorgeous.” Lance scooted down the mattress,
and then
guided her into position over him. She had a hand and leg on each side of his
body;
her knees were at the edge of the mattress, her feet dangling in space. Lance’s hands wrapped around her upper arms kept her from sliding off the bed. A moment later
,
falling wasn’t a concern as Preston’s hands stroked her ass, holding her in place. She looked over her shoulder and got her first look at Preston’s naked body.

He was long and lean with ropes of muscles on every limb. While Lance was thick and broad, Preston was chiseled with the body of a runner or cyclist. His hands kneaded her legs and ass. When he slipped two fingers into her sex, she shuddered and dropped her head on Lance’s thigh.

Lance tangled his fingers in her hair. She looked up, and together they worked his boxers over his cock. It was rigid, the head already wet. He was thicker than Preston, but not as long. She licked her lips, wondering
how she’d take it in her mouth
and what it would feel like to have it stretching her pussy.

His hands returned to her head and his fingers were gentle as he caressed her cheeks, her lips. The show of tenderness was unexpected in the heat and fire of the moment, and Carly’s heart clenched.
She wondered if he was
trying to make amends for his roughness earlier. The idea that he could show such kindness touched her and, for the first time, she began to think she could feel something genuine, something real for these men.

Lance’s gaze moved from her to something over her head, then he guided her mouth to his cock. Carly didn’t need any more prodding. She
opened her mouth
, swirling her t
ongue over the tip, then closed
her lips
around his dick, just below the head, so she could tease and torment the most sensitive part.

Fingers open
ed her sex. Preston’s cock slid
between the folds. He positioned himsel
f at the entrance to her body as
Lance’s fingers tightened in her hair.

Together they
moved, Preston’s cock thrust into her sex with
one hard shove. He took her with a self-assurance, a confidence that convinced her he knew who he was and what he wanted.

Lance’s dick filled her
mouth as he lifted his hips.
Preston pushed deeper inside her pussy. She tensed against the sudden invasions, but in the next heartbeat, a wave of pleasure crashed over her. She close
d her eyes and gave herself
to them, to this amazing moment.

Preston thrust in and out of her pussy in a steady
,
slow rhythm. Each pl
unge pushed her forward driving
Lance’s cock deeper into her mouth. The head brushed the back of her throat.

She pressed her arms along the outside of Lance’s powerful torso, her fingers clenching at his warm skin, his firm flesh. Lance propped himself up and reached under her, finding a nipple. He pinched it, the rough touch reminding her of their interlude by the piano. That memory sent lightning sparks straight to
her clit and when Preston
stroke
d it
, she came.

The orgasm ripped through her, tightening the muscles of her belly and pussy. She swallowed Lance’s cock, needing that fullness in both her mouth and her sex as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her orgasm started to fade, but her lovers clearly weren’t finished.

Carly shuddered anew as Preston drew his cock comple
tely out of her, then thrust
back in. His motions weren’t slow and deep, but hard and fast and her whole body shook from the force and speed. A moment late
r, she felt Preston tense with
his climax, his body coming over hers. He took hold of the breast Lance wasn’t playing with, twisting her nipple.

“I want her pussy,” Lance said.

Carly barely had time to understand what that meant when she was rolled over onto her back. Lance grabbed pillows and shoved them under her ass, elevating her hips before he slid off the bed to stand beside Preston. She wrapped her
legs around Lance’s waist, and
in the next breath
,
his cock slid into her. He was wider than Preston, so he had to go slow to allow her orgasm-tight body to accommodate him.

Preston lay
down
b
eside her, his hand sliding along
her belly to her sex. His fingers found her clit, rubbin
g it gently for several moments
before moving lower. He touched the stretched flesh at her entrance where Lance’s cock slid into her and Carly gasped for air. She’d never experienced such dark, almost forbidden pleasure
,
and she was struck by the realization there was nothing she would refuse these men if they simply asked. Hell, Lance wouldn’t request, he’d take. And she—dammit—would give. Without hesitation.

She could still taste Lance in her mouth as Preston’s fingers teased her clit until she returned to the height of another orgasm. Lance was seated to the hilt, filling her with his hard flesh.

“Fuck,” Lance growled. “This is so fucking hot.”

“Can you come again, lovely Carly?” Preston asked.

“Yes, yes.” Her entire vocabulary had shrunk to that one word. It was all she needed. “Yes.”

Lance pressed in once more as Preston applied even more pressure
to her clit. Then it was over. O
r had it just begun? This orgasm wasn’t a
surge
of pleasure like the first. It was too intense to be given such a kind name. It ripped through her. Her teeth clenched and her back arched as something so acute it was almost pain shattered her. They prolonged her pleasure—Lance fucking her hard and fast as he too came, Preston sucking her nipples with a pressure that hovered on
the razor’s edge between raptur
e and discomfort.

“No more, no more,” she begged, her head thrashing from side to side.

Lance pulled out and dropped to his knees on the floor, replacing his cock with his mouth. Preston’s fingers and Lanc
e’s tongue danced over her clit
and she screamed. Then Preston kissed her, while both of his hands stroked her oversensitive nipples.

She wasn’t sure if
it was the same unending orgasm
or if they had pushed her to a third climax, but Carly shook hard, her body succumbing to the glorious agony once more. She reached out, needing something to ground her, to hold her together lest she splinter into a million tiny pieces. Her hands grasped at Lance’s head and Preston’s shoulder.

When she had nothing more to give, her body went limp.

They drew her to the center of the mattress,
and then
lay down beside her, protecting her, caging her with their big, warm bodies. Carly was empty, exhausted. Wrapped in their arms, she
fell into a deep,
dreamless sleep.

*****

Carly woke at five a.m. the next day.

She was smashed between Lance’s back and Preston’s front. It was so hot she was alm
ost sweaty, despite the fact
there were no sheets or blankets over them.

Carly slid down the bed and tiptoed out of Preston’s room. By the time she
crossed the central
suite to her room, she was shaking.