One-Two Punch (15 page)

“Bend over,” he rasped, moving toward her. Harry was still fully dressed, and for some reason this made her nakedness seem even more arousing.

Obediently, she bent over at the waist, resting her hands on the bed, arching her back and moving her feet well apart so that everything was revealed to him. The cool air struck the wet tops of her thighs as she separated them and the sound of Harry’s indrawn breath when he saw her glistening folds made even more moisture seep from her inner core.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he muttered and Beth jumped again at the closeness of his voice. She was always shocked by how quietly he moved. It must be something they learned in the military, Beth figured, since Ky had that same silent glide to his walk, that same awareness of where he was in relation to everything else at all times. The two of them made Beth feel like a clumsy hippo in comparison to their jungle-cat slink.

The roughened palms of his hands settled on her lower back and all rational thought dissolved, leaving only sensation and need and heat. With a low moan, Beth arched into his touch as his fingers passed over her skin, smoothing around the sensitive sides of her torso and up her slightly rounded belly. Moisture leaked from her as her inner muscles tightened on emptiness when his hands cupped her breasts. His chest was so close to her back that she could feel his radiant heat even through his clothes. She involuntarily arched her hips, pushing them toward the hard cock that she knew was hovering just out of reach.

Harry trapped her nipples between his fingers and tugged, almost painfully, dragging another needy moan from her before he stepped back, breaking the contact.

Beth moaned again, this time in protest, fighting her hungry body’s demand that she stand up, turn around and
force
him inside her if she had to. Although she shook with arousal and her fingers clenched around handfuls of the comforter that covered the bed, she stayed in place, bent over with her feet spread, and was rewarded by a gentle stroke down one cheek of her bottom.

“Good girl,” Harry murmured, gently petting her with both hands now. “Now tell me what you want.”

“You,” she panted, pressing back against his hands, only to receive a light, reproving slap that made the flesh of her ass quiver.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked and Beth bit her bottom lip against a wail of frustration. He was going to make her say it, she realized, before he gave her what she wanted—what she
needed
. She felt like she was going to spontaneously combust if he didn’t touch her soon, if he didn’t cram her so full of his iron-hard erection that she could feel the head of his cock butting up against the entrance to her womb.

“Fuck me,” she growled, her all-consuming desire erasing any last inhibitions, the last coating of civilization, leaving her stripped down to her basest needs. Her rough words were rewarded by the thrust of two hard fingers into her weeping pussy and she tightened around the digits immediately, trying desperately to hold them inside her.

“Here?” Harry asked, obviously not done tormenting her yet. “Or here?” Pulling his fingers from her slippery, grasping depths, he pushed them into her tight ass. Her muscles tightened around the intruders but he plunged his slick fingers deep. The stretching pull of her back entrance shot rivulets of pleasure up her spine and through her jealously clenching pussy.

“Either! Both!” Beth tried to pump her hips against his hand, to lodge his fingers even more deeply into the tunnel of her ass, but he caught her hip with his other hand, stilling her effortlessly. With a sob, she twisted against his grip, desperate for relief.

“Anything…please!”

As his hand left her hip, she heard his short, breathless laugh. “I like the ‘both’

answer,” he said, his voice thick, all of his previous control and teasing evaporated.

Harry shoved at his pants and underwear, jostling his thick fingers that were still buried inside her ass. Finally, she felt the wet head of his cock brush against her folds and nudge against her swollen pussy lips and she angled her hips, trying to urge him inside her. Instead, she felt the burning hot cock slip against her, sliding easily to bump against her eager clit.

It was so sensitive, so ready for his touch. Beth gave a startled cry that lowered to a moan as his fingers pulled almost all the way out of her ass before plowing back in. His other hand reached around to gently pinch the stiff nub of flesh, the light flick of his thumbnail contrasting with the smooth rub of his slippery cock. One more squeeze and tug of his fingers and Beth felt the contractions of her orgasm begin.

As her muscles tightened in climax, Harry thrust his cock deep into her pussy, groaning at the exquisite squeeze of her inner muscles. Angling his fingers so that he felt their pressure against his cock, he plunged into her, withdrew and plunged again, the added sensation of his fingers making the blood pound hard in Beth’s ears.

She was thrust right into another orgasm, his double invasion swamping her senses. The image of Ky thrusting into her ass as Harry fucked her pussy, their cocks rubbing against each other with only the thin membrane separating them, flashed into her mind, blinding her with an unexpected rush of pleasure, making her scream.

As her fierce climax overtook her, her inner walls clamped around Harry’s cock and fingers in a squeezing grip and he shouted his release only seconds after the sound of her scream faded from the room.

Beth’s arms shook with fatigue and she slowly unclenched her aching fingers from the comforter. As Harry gently pulled his fingers and semi-erect cock free of her body, she felt the same sense of loss that she always did, a need to keep Harry buried inside her, to feel him surrounding her from the outside and the inside. Sighing, she tumbled toward the bed, curling on top of the covers and letting her eyelids sink shut.

Harry’s rumbling laugh floated in her semiconsciousness and Beth felt herself being lifted, tucked beneath the covers. He must have stripped off, because she felt his naked body wrap around hers just seconds later. As she slipped toward unconsciousness, she felt the brush of his lips on her ear and heard, “I love you.”

Beth murmured, “Love you, Cap’n,” asleep almost before the words had left her mouth.

In the room next door, Ky lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling, the aftershocks of his own climax still shuddering through him. He had heard the noises that Beth and Harry had been making, heard the final shouts of completion, and Ky’s fist had grasped his own erection as he imagined what they were doing, where they were touching. With a quiet groan, he had spilled into his own hand, feeling lonelier than he had ever been in his entire life.

Beth was jolted out of her dreamless, heavy slumber by shouts from Ky’s room.

“Fuck. Third time tonight,” Harry muttered under his breath but slid toward the side of the bed, pushing himself to a sitting position and heaving to his feet.

Still fuzzy with sleep, Beth rolled to face him and propped herself on an elbow.

“Just bring him in here,” she said in a voice froggy from sleep.

“In
here
?” Harry asked in a whisper.

“It’s a king-sized bed so there’s plenty of room. Saves you from having to get up—

you can just throw an arm over him or something. Besides, having other warm bodies around might keep the ghoulies away.” As she woke up a little more, Beth felt a warm tingle start to invade her lower belly. What began as a platonic suggestion from her sleep-hungry brain was opening up other, more sexual possibilities.

Harry looked at her, his face serious. “Sure?”

She nodded, her stomach clenching with nerves and budding arousal.

Shrugging, Harry headed for the door. “I’ll ask him. It would be nice to get at least a few hours of sleep.”

Wide awake, Beth collapsed back into the pillows, her heart pounding. A low murmur of voices came from the other room and she strained to hear the words. Panic shot through her as they fell into silence and she closed her eyes, faking sleep. The echo of her hammering heart almost drowned out the click of the latch as the door to their room opened. Beth cracked her eyes, only to squeeze them shut again when she saw the men. They were both shirtless—Harry in the sweatpants he had thrown on before heading to the other man’s room and Ky in boxer briefs.

The mattress jounced slightly as someone climbed into bed—Harry, Beth realized, as he spooned against her, the soft fabric of his sweatpants pressing to the back of her legs. He was aroused, she realized, his erection hot and hard against her ass even through the material covering his groin. She couldn’t help a small wriggle of her bottom against his stiff cock, pressing the ridge into the naked crease of her ass. His arm tightened around her waist—as a protest or a request for more, Beth wasn’t sure.

The bed dipped again as Ky slid beneath the covers. Beth could feel Harry’s heart pounding as quickly as her own, and the buzz between her legs began to ache as wetness seeped from her pussy to slick the tops of her thighs. She just hoped that neither of the men could smell her arousal, realize how excited she was, just from having them both in the same bed with her. Shifting, trying to press her legs together to muffle the throbbing pulse, Beth bumped against Harry’s rigid cock again, felt him stiffen along the entire length of his body.

What is wrong with me?
she wondered. It couldn’t be right to want both men so much, to wish for this crazy love triangle to come together. Beth felt like she was feeling all the wrong emotions for the situation—she was supposed to be jealous of Ky, not soaking wet from wild thoughts of both men filling her, front and back, or of Harry thrusting his cock into her eager mouth as Ky took him from behind.
You have to stop
, she commanded herself desperately, her skin flushed and prickling with sweat from the vivid images.

With the press of Harry’s erection against her ass and the knowledge that Ky was probably in the same rigid condition just inches away from Harry, banishing her depraved thoughts was impossible.
It’s going to be a long night
, Beth realized with a silent groan.

She eventually must have fallen asleep because when she opened her eyes, the clean, rosy sunlight of early morning was pouring through the windows. The three of them were tumbled together like a litter of puppies, arms and legs twisting around each other until she didn’t even know which ones belonged to her. Someone—or maybe all of them—had kicked off the covers and the cool morning air tightened her nipples to hard points. Harry was still behind her, his front pressed to her back, although he must have gotten up at one point to go to the bathroom, since Beth was now in the middle of the bed.

Ky’s head was nestled close to her breasts, his sleeping breath brushing against her nipple with each exhalation. One of his arms supported his head, while the other crossed both Beth’s and Harry’s hips. Her eyes traveled over the corded transition between shoulder and neck before sliding down the smooth definition of his chest to his stomach, dark in contrast to the white fabric of his boxer-briefs.
God, he’s so beautiful it
hurts
, Beth thought, pressing her hand against her stomach, as if the pain were an actual, physical ache.

Her gaze fell lower, to the large bulge behind the cotton fabric of his underwear, and she swallowed. Beth’s hand itched to tug the fabric down, to expose his straining erection, and felt another rush of guilt. Even with all the good-looking, ripped guys who worked out at the gym, she had never even looked at anyone except Harry until Ky walked in. As greedy as it was, she wanted them both.

The realization that she was ogling another man as Harry lay behind her was enough to propel her out of bed. Beth eased out from their octopus arms without waking either man, although Harry shifted, grumbling in his sleep, before resettling into slumber. She watched them for a few moments, entranced by the sight of the two men, so gorgeous, sleeping facing each other in unconscious imitation. Beth felt a rush of emotion—possessiveness and love and longing—so intense that she forgot to breathe. A swarm of tiny lights swam in front of her eyes, forcing her to suck in a quavering breath.

Beth was just about to get out of the mesmerizingly warm spray of the shower when Harry opened the door and stuck his head in. She shrieked.

“Have you learned nothing from
Psycho
?” she demanded, swatting him with her net pouf. “It’s the golden rule—don’t pop in on someone in the shower without a warning!”

Harry grinned, unabashed. “I don’t think that’s the golden rule,” he corrected, climbing all the way in and crowding her to the back of the small shower stall, closing the door behind him.

“Oof,” she grunted, pushing against his wall of a chest. “Well, it should be. I don’t think we both fit in here,” she added, giving his immobile form another shove.

“We’ll make it fit,” he growled suggestively, pressing her flat against the cool wall.

“I’ve been hard all night and not able to do anything about it. I’m not waiting any longer.” His erection burned against Beth’s belly, turning her insides to warm goo but also reminding her of the long night of frustrated arousal.

“Can I ask you a question?” Her voice was reduced to a breathy gasp as Harry palmed her hips, his wide palms and long fingers wrapping around her ass cheeks.

He lifted one of her legs up over his hip before answering. “Only if I can fuck you while you ask it,” he gritted, sliding his hand up her slick thigh until his fingers found the entrance to her eager pussy, opened to him by her raised leg.

“Okay.” Beth could hardly remember her question now that Harry’s fingertips were penetrating her, slipping easily through the moisture that leaked from her, mixing with the spray from the shower. He pulled away his teasing hand, to her disappointed moan, and lifted her higher against the wall until she could wrap both legs around his waist.

The head of his erect cock nudged at her pussy and Beth tilted her hips, wanting him to take her. She had been waiting forever, all through the endless night. She desperately tightened her legs around him to pull him into her.