Tymber Dalton (16 page)

Ken let go of her hips but didn’t withdraw. He braced himself against the bed with his arms on either side of her as he caught his breath. “Damn, baby,” he hoarsely said. “I thought you were going to squeeze my cock off when you came.”

She let out a little giggle around the now-soft cock in her mouth, which, impossibly, twitched a little as it grew a wee bit firmer once again.

After a moment, Ken carefully withdrew. She heard him walk into the bathroom, followed by the sound of water running. While she listened, she started gently sucking Charles’ cock again, carefully, suspecting he would be very sensitive.

At first he tried to protest. Then she felt him lean back, propped up by his arms, and start to enjoy it. It didn’t take her long to get him hard again, but Ken returned and made her stand.

“Up, baby. We have plans for you.”

With a whine, she let his cock go. She opened her eyes and spotted Charles’ smile. “I wouldn’t argue with him, sweetheart. He might spank you.”

A delicious tingle ran through her body. That might be something she’d want to try at some point, but not tonight. She had other items to check off her bucket list.

Ken made her roll onto her back, her legs still hanging off the bed. He climbed up next to her and looked at Charles. “Put that tongue of yours to work on her. I made her come once. It’s your turn.”

“Huh?” she asked as Charles laughed and climbed off the bed.

Ken shushed her with a deep, soulful kiss. She tried to encircle him with her arms but he pushed her back onto the bed. “Nope, just lay there and relax.” He reached down her blouse, pushing the neckline down and freeing her left breast from her bra. “We haven’t been able to do this in years, but you aren’t the first woman we’ve made love to together. His tongue will have you speaking in tongues in short order.”

She started to reply, but the combination of Ken’s hot, wet mouth clamping down on her nipple at the same time Charles knelt between her legs and swiped his tongue over her clit shoved the ability to form coherent words clear out of her brain. She let her head flop back on the bed and buried her fingers in Ken’s soft hair.

Charles used his shoulders to hold her legs apart. His tongue pressed deep inside her, fucking her as each draw of Ken’s mouth on her nipple sent another jolt of need straight to her clit. Ken reached over and freed her other breast, using his thumb and forefinger to roll and pinch her nipple just hard enough that the pleasant bite of pain only served to make it feel that much better.

She rocked her hips against Charles, urging him on but he wouldn’t be rushed. He’d flick her clit with his tongue, then use his lips to lightly suck on it, keeping her passion high but not pushing her over. It was like he could sense when she was about to tip into orgasm and then he’d pull back and keep her on the edge.

Breathless, she begged for relief. “Please, make me come!”

Ken reached over her head and caught her free hand in his. He laced his fingers through hers before pinning it to the bed. Something about the action made her gasp, her need to orgasm overwhelming.

She thought she might burst into tears if they didn’t make her come soon, and just as she was about to scream at them to do it, Ken lifted his head from her breast. “Now,” he mumbled.

Simultaneously, several things happened. Ken eased his weight onto her while his grip on her hand tightened, the fingers on her breast pinched her nipple hard, his teeth clamped down on her other nipple, and Charles sucked her clit into his mouth as his hands clamped around her thighs to prevent her from moving away.

Dying. I’m dying.
Nothing had ever felt this good. She sobbed, helpless to move as Ken and Charles held her pinned to the bed and kept her orgasm going for what felt like hours. She wasn’t even aware of them releasing her while her climax wouldn’t stop because Charles continued to gently lick and suck at her oversensitive clit.

Finally, he lifted his head and kissed the insides of her thighs as she lay there and cried with the sheer blessed relief.

Ken pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “Better?”

He apparently understood. She didn’t know how he knew, but he did. All she could do was nod as the last remnants of her climax made her shiver in his arms.

Charles stood and joined them, nestling in beside her. She felt his stiff cock poking into her side, as was Ken’s on her other side.

“Good?” Charles asked.

She managed to pry an eye open to look and nodded at his pleased smirk before closing her eyes again.

“And that’s only two, baby,” Ken murmured in her ear. “You’ve got a looong night ahead of you.”

The sound of her cries as she orgasmed sent blood flowing straight to Allan’s cock as he buried his face in her pussy and refused to let her stop coming.

I. Love. This.

He’d forgotten how good it felt, how much pleasure the two of them could bring one woman. How he’d never felt jealous when sharing a woman with Ben because of the huge burst of joy he personally felt making her come.

And come.

And come.

When they finally let her catch her breath, Allan reached down and unfastened and removed her sandals so he could gently rub her feet. She let out a soft moan of pleasure.

“Don’t put her to sleep,” Ben teased from up on the bed.

He kissed her thigh and stood, his cock once again hard and aching and wanting to feel it planted deep inside her pussy. “No chance of that,” Allan said. He grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it onto his shaft before lying back on the bed. “Sit up, baby.”

She did, a glazed look in her eyes that would have made him laugh out loud if he didn’t think she’d take it the wrong way. Her eyes had fallen closed when Ben quickly helped her out of her top, bra, and skirt before having her kneel over Allan.

Allan grabbed her hips and lined his cock up with her pussy. “Look at me,” he said. “I want to see the look in your eyes when my cock slides into you.”

As if struggling from a sleepwalking episode, she did, her sweet green gaze meeting his. He wouldn’t let her hurry, slowing the embedding of his cock inside her hot, wet cunt a centimeter at a time until she was seated all the way on top of him. She braced her hands on his pecs and tried to bounce, but he stopped her.

“No, not yet. There’s plenty of time for that.” He reached up and grabbed her hair and pulled her down on top of him, his lips capturing her soft moan of protest at not being able to fuck him the way she wanted. His other hand stroked down her back until it reached the seam of her ass. He splayed his fingers, spreading her cheeks for Ben.

His brother gasped. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Allan heard the plastic
snick
as Ben opened a bottle of lube and drizzled it down her rim. Then she loudly moaned into his mouth. He didn’t need to see what Ben was doing to her to know what had happened. Ben had worked at least one finger into her ass. He’d seen Ben bring back a towel and a wet washcloth from the bathroom earlier and knew the girl was about to get her wish fulfilled.

Allan kept Libbie firmly in place with his hand fisted in her hair as she tried her best to wriggle and move on his cock. She desperately whined, her tone pleading even as he fucked her sweet mouth with his tongue, her tongue meeting his stroke for stroke.

She wanted to be fucked, and hard.

He could feel a little of what Ben was doing to her through the thin wall of muscle separating her achingly tight cunt from her back channel as Ben finger-fucked her, loosening her tight rim so he didn’t hurt her, as well as driving her need up to insane levels once again.

She froze, then moaned louder.

Aaaand that was two fingers.

Her desperate wiggles grew more frantic. Ben laughed. “Easy, baby. We’re almost there. You’ll get what you want.”

After a few minutes he felt the bed move, in time with Libbie’s disappointed whine in his mouth, as Ben withdrew his hand.

“Just a minute,” Ben assured her.

Allan could see Ben wiping his hand off with the damp washcloth before he grabbed another condom, which he rolled onto his shaft. Then he picked up something and placed it on the bed within Allan’s reach. Allan sent him a questioning look, so Ben held it up.

Allan didn’t bother trying to stifle his amused chuckle. It was a small, battery-operated vibrator.

Allan knew exactly what Ben wanted him to do with it.

Allan let go of her hair and dropped his other hand to her ass, where he held her cheeks spread wide open. She rested her forehead against his chest, her breath coming hard and fast as Ben slathered more lube on him and her both. Then Ben slowly pressed forward, Libbie gasping as the head of his cock breached her rim for the first time.

“Breathe, baby,” Allan said.

An explosive breath escaped her, followed by her sucking in another gasp of air and trying to rock against them.

“Stop rushing me, sweetie,” Ben playfully warned, “or I’ll take even longer.”

She whined, apparently beyond the ability to speak, but fell still except for the rise and fall of her chest.

“Good girl.”

* * * *

Libbie struggled to stay still. At first she’d felt little discomfort when Ken worked one, and then two fingers into her ass. She was used to that feeling from her solo explorations.

But the huge, hard cockhead now lodged inside her ass, and not moving, was almost more than she could take.

“Relax,” Ken coaxed. “Breathe.”

She tried. Oooh, how she tried. Then he slid in farther. She felt stretched beyond her limits, the walls of her pussy clamping down on the hard cock stuffed deep inside her and pressing on delicious places inside her she didn’t even know she had.

Oh,
that
must be my G-spot.

Then Ken was buried all the way inside her. She felt the hair on his thighs pressed against her ass.

And still, they wouldn’t move.

“Clench your muscles around us,” Ken said. “Feel us inside you.”

She fisted the sheets with her hands, trying not to wiggle her aching clit against Charles as she did what he’d said.

Both men moaned then, and she realized she wasn’t the only one barely holding on to control.

“Please,” she finally whined. “Please, please fuck me. Please make me come.”

Ken started taking long, slow strokes, creating a burning pinch in her ass that soon transformed into pleasure, but not enough to get her off. Then he made her sit up. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

She looked down in time to see Charles flash her an evil grin before she heard a
click
, followed by the low hum of a vibrator. He pressed it against her clit. She leaned back, a cry escaping her as her body clamped down on both of their cocks and an orgasm even larger than the last one ripped through her.

Now it was Charles thrusting up into her with Ken holding still except for his hands squeezing her breasts, alternating with pinching her sensitive nipples.

As that orgasm faded, Ken used a hand in the middle of her back to push her down on top of Charles again. He grabbed her hips and took several strokes inside her, making her moan and try to move with him.

She lost track of time as they fucked her, back and forth like that, Ken stopping to pull her up against him while Charles used the vibrator on her to force another orgasm out of her while he fucked her. They repeated it several times until her body trembled, on the brink of exhaustion, tears rolling down her face with every climax they wrung from her.

Ken leaned in close and nipped her earlobe to get her attention. “Had enough, baby? You ready to let us come now?”

Let
them
come?
She nodded, barely able to keep her head upright. Ken wrapped his arms around her as Charles grabbed her hips once more. With the men seesawing inside her body, all she could do was sit there and moan at the pleasure robbing her of coherent thought. They fucked her harder, faster, and then just as she thought they were going to come, she realized Charles had let go of her and she heard that
click
again.

She closed her eyes and cried out as the orgasm flashed through her like a firestorm. Sobbing, she was barely aware of the men taking their last thrusting strokes, both of them grunting and moaning as they fell still and she felt their cocks swelling and throbbing inside her.

She kept her eyes closed as Ken gently lowered her onto her side as he withdrew. Charles rolled with her, enveloping her in his strong grip, all the while as she sobbed against his chest.

Ken cleaned her up before returning to lie behind her, the firm warmth of his body helping to keep away the chill her sweaty body felt in the room. He kissed the back of her neck while Charles nuzzled the top of her head.

Never had she
ever
felt so good, so fulfilled—not to mention filled full. It felt like the men were there for her, not for themselves. It would be too easy to mistake their care and tenderness and soft, gentle words for love.