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“You have the prettiest tits, Tory,” Con murmured, then went back to suckling.
Devon’s finger moved in and out of her bottom, slow at first, then faster. Soon, there were two, and her body went wild. Inhibitions dropped away as need rushed in and took command. She gyrated against Devon. Con flicked and toyed with her little nubbin while he bit and sucked her sensitive nipples.
She climaxed a second time, this one deeper, harder than before. She screamed and arched her back, flying apart and breaking into a million pieces. It was fast and unexpected, but she wasn’t given time to bask in it.
Devon slipped his fingers free of her and moved to the side until his cock was level with her face.
With his hand propped against the headboard, the other wrapped around his glorious erection, he coaxed, “Suck me, sugar.”
“First, come on up here,” Con murmured as he patted his chest. “I want a taste of that honey, baby.”
Tory looked at Devon and saw him smile and nod. She took a deep breath and crawled up Con’s body until she was hovering above his face. He growled in approval and wrapped his hands around her thighs and pullled her down. His lips closed around swollen pussy lips. Tory moaned and pushed against him even more, losing herself in the pleasure.
“Now, come here and wrap those sexy lips around my dick, sugar,” Devon said, his fist moving up and down the hard length.
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While Con probed her opening with his tongue, Tory leaned toward Devon, taking the swollen head into her mouth. He cursed and clutched her face in his strong hands. Tory laved at the tip, tasting his sticky fluid. Devon groaned and began guiding her. He was rougher than she expected. Tory sucked him deeper and gagged.
“Easy, sweetness.” Devon pushed her head off him to give her a breath, then pulled her forward again.
“Relax your throat for me.”
Tory closed her eyes and opened her throat, taking every thick inch of him. As Con teased her pussy with fingers and tongue, Devon fucked her mouth, his movements alternating between fast and slow. Con thrust his fingers deep, and it was all she could take. She couldn’t concentrate on anything beyond the pleasure both men delivered. Devon slowly fucked her mouth as shocking jolts of heat flooded Tory’s pussy. She exploded into Con’s mouth. The only things holding her upright were the arms he had wrapped around her waist.
“Oh yeah,” Con groaned. “Devon’s right. You are pure sunshine, baby.”
Devon pulled her head off his cock, then praised her with a kiss. She was beginning to come back down to earth when she heard him demand, “Now, Tory.”
Devon moved back into the position he’d been before, on his knees between Con’s thighs. Tory allowed him to slide her downward until she was on all fours above Con, her bottom facing Devon.
Cupping her dripping mound, Devon whispered, “Look at me.” She turned her head, already limp and sweating from three glorious orgasms, but when she saw the intensity, the insane yearning etched into his not-so-perfect features, her body went from sated to needy in a hurry. She glanced down his body and realized he’d put on a lubricated condom. Con too.
“You belong to us, Tory,” Devon explained, his voice rough. “This hot little cunt, this tight ass is for us alone to fuck. No other.”
She didn’t have the presence of mind to argue. Later for that. Suddenly, as if choreographed, Con and Devon both entered her. Inner muscles stretched. Too much.
“I can’t!” she cried, her body tensing as panic started to overwhelm her.
Devon pulled out instantly, while Con stayed seated deep inside her pussy. Holding perfectly still, he waited for Devon’s command. They’d done this before, she realized. Enough to establish their own roles.
Tory didn’t want to even go down that depressing road.
Lowering his big, powerful body, Devon covered her like a heavy, warm blanket, his arms resting on the mattress on either side of Con’s torso. “You can take us, sweetness. You’re just scared,” Devon murmured as he kissed her nape. “Let me in and I swear you won’t regret it.”
He stroked her hair and smoothed a palm down her arm to her hip, where he cupped her bottom and kneaded the plump flesh. She relaxed, giving the men, giving herself, what they needed, craved. Devon seemed to sense her surrender and began a slow glide inside her, filling her. The delicious pressure and
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friction took her breath away. Oh God, she’d never been so incredibly full, and yet there wasn’t any pain.
The silky inner walls of her vagina were caressed with sweet strokes from Con, and the tight channel of her bottom felt every slide and thrust from Devon. Suddenly, all the worries, all the questions and fears, got pushed to the side.
Later, much later, she would get to the bottom of things. For now, she would do as Devon had instructed and just feel.
With each inward push from Devon, Con pulled outward. Her muscles clutched them both in a tight fist. She squeezed her ass, giving Devon a more intense pleasure. Passion spiked, and their movements turned frantic as both men fucked her hard and fast.
“Christ, yeah, sugar. That’s so damn good.” Devon grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her face toward Con. “Kiss our girl, Con.”
“Mmm, my pleasure.” Con leaned up and kissed her. Hard. He thurst his tongue into her mouth, licking and teasing. He released her and growled, “You taste so sweet, baby.” His large palms cupped her tits and pulled them up. “All over.” He sucked and nibbled on the hard peaks, and Tory moaned, unable to hold back the flood of heat. Devon grabbed her hips and slammed into her, fucking her. Dominating her.
Claiming her body and soul.
Within moments, the men exploded. Tory felt every jolt of Devon’s cock inside her ass and the pulsing heat as Con came inside her pussy. Both men shouted her name. Tory felt fingers flicking her clit, she wasn’t sure which man touched her, nor did she care, because she too burst wide open as an orgasm tore through her, destroying her.
Con littered her face with tiny kisses. Cheeks, lips and eyelids received special attention. Tory merely lay there, exhausted, sweating, spent. Devon praised her as he came down on top of her, blanketing her body with his larger one. He sucked on her shoulder, leaving a stinging love bite behind, his dick, now semi-erect, still imbedded deep.
“Merry Christmas, sugar,” Devon whispered against her ear. Con kissed the top of her head and said, “Yeah, Merry Christmas, baby.”
Tory grunted. It was all she was capable of in that moment. She wanted to say something to ease the tension she could already feel rising in the room. Something witty, something cool, but damn, she was just too tired. As Devon’s weight lifted off her, his cock slowly slipping from her body, she wanted to protest. It couldn’t be over. Not yet. Not so soon. When he gently placed her on the bed beside Con and started murmuring sweet words to her as Con caressed a palm over her belly, Tory relaxed. Okay, it wasn’t over.
That was good.
Or was it?
Tory should think more on that question, really, but succumbing to exhaustion was way easier, so she chose sleep.
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Devon watched as Tory attempted to feign sleep. He knew she would hide forever if she could, but he wouldn’t let her. He and Con had waited too long to get Tory right where she was—wedged between them.
Naked. Warm. And so damn soft it made his hands itch to touch. Again. No touching, he reminded himself.
Not until they had a little chat.
“Come on, sugar,” he coaxed. “I know you’re awake.”
One pretty eye popped open as she peeked up at him. “Well, yeah, I’m awake now because you won’t shut up.”
Con chuckled. “You’ve been awake for the last half hour, baby. You’ve just been playing pretend.”
Devon wanted to strangle Con. He might want to joke, but Devon felt like the rest of his life was hanging in the balance. If they handled this wrong, things could go bad. Real bad. Devon and Con had waited too long. They couldn’t screw this up. Telling the sexy imp how they felt about her was happening now. No more waiting. Not even another minute. “We need to talk about this, Tory.”
Tory sat up, dragging the sheet with her as she went. Covering her nudity? Devon hid a smile at the display of modesty. It was so out of place, considering she’d just let the two of them bring her to orgasm—not once, but four times.
“What if I don’t want to?” she said, pushing a tangled lock of blonde hair out of her face. “Maybe it’s better not to ruin the glow.”
Devon propped himself up on his side. “The glow?”
“The afterglow,” she said, as if he were thick in the head. “Which is wearing off, I might add.”
Con sat up straight and glared down at Tory. “You came four times, little girl. No way is the afterglow wearing off already.”
Tory pointed a finger at Devon. “Hey, blame him. He’s the one who wants to dissect what we just did.”
“We had sex,” Devon stated bluntly, knowing she was only attempting to rile them so they would lose focus. “It’s pretty clear cut, sweetheart. That’s not what I want to talk about.”
She bit her lip and clutched the sheet tighter. “You aren’t going to let it go, are you?”
“No.” A knot formed in his chest. It happened every time he was forced to tell Tory no. From the day they’d met, Devon had had a hard time not giving in to the beguiling woman.
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“Fine. You want the truth? I don’t know where this…” she made a back and forth gesture, “…us, is headed. All I know is that I’ve spent a glorious night with the two most important men in my life, and it has my head all mixed up.”
“It doesn’t need to be mixed up,” he whispered as he covered the hand that gripped the sheet. “I want more than sex from you, Tory. Con and I both do.”
“We care about you, baby,” Con said, adding his two cents to the pot. “We have for a long time.”
Tory looked down at the mattress, not speaking for several seconds before finally saying, “I think it’s time for me to go.”
Devon’s hand tightened on hers. No, he couldn’t have heard her right. “What?”
Her gaze came up to meet his. She appeared on the verge of tears. Damn, this wasn’t going as planned at all. “I can’t do this right now. I need time to think. You two might have thought this all through, but I can barely process the sex part, much less consider anything more.”
Con left the bed and strode across the room. He grabbed a pair of jeans from a chair and pulled them on. When he turned, even Devon could see the anger in his silver gaze. “Like a relationship?” he asked. “Is it so hard to fathom?”
Tory rolled her eyes. “Um, with two men? Yes!”
She started to get out of bed, but Devon stopped her with a hand on her hip. “What about if you were to pick one of us?”
“Devon,” Con growled.
Devon knew the warning behind the single word. They’d agreed ahead of time. Made a promise to each other. If Tory didn’t want them both, then they’d let her go. They wouldn’t compete for her. They wouldn’t let it come to that. Their friendship was too strong, too important. And with a single question, Devon had broken that vow and quite possibly ruined everything. But, damn, he couldn’t bring himself to call the words back. Having a taste of Tory could never be enough for him now. Devon wanted the whole package. He wanted to wake up with her all snuggled up against him. He wanted to make love to her every night. Hell, even hearing her grumble about taxes would make him feel like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
Tory turned toward him, a frown marring her perfectly arched brows. “What are you saying?”
Devon didn’t answer. Instead, he looked over at Con, who had stepped closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “He’s not saying jack shit. Are you, Devon?”
His temper flared to the surface. “Can you let her go?” Devon asked, knowing the answer. “Because if you can, then you’re a hell of a lot stronger than me.”
“She needs time,” Con gritted out. “Don’t fucking push this.”
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“Yes, don’t push,” Tory said, as she stepped out of the bed, the sheet concealing her luscious curves.
“It’s late, and I’m ready to go home. Tomorrow I have a lot planned.” She bent and picked up her dress, then spared him a probing look. “So, are you going to take me or do I call a cab?”
“I’ll take you,” Devon said as he stood and headed for his shirt, which was lying on the floor in a wrinkled heap. He looked around the room. Shit, was that his pants? He picked up the black material, disgusted to note that he’d torn off the button.
“
We’ll
take you,” Con said, his tone clearly telegraphing the fact that he didn’t trust Devon alone with her.
Hell, Devon didn’t blame him one bit. He didn’t trust himself alone with her. He sighed.
Way to screw up, idiot
.
“Fine,” Tory groused. “Where’s the bathroom?”
Con pointed to a door on the other side of the room. Tory disappeared behind it, grumbling under her breath. Con came closer to him. Devon braced himself.
“What the hell was that? We agreed, Devon.”
Devon pushed a hand through his hair, knowing he had some serious apologizing to do. “I know, but I can’t lose her. Not now, Con.”
“And you think it’s any easier for me? Watching her walk away is killing me. But forcing her to decide isn’t the answer. She’ll only end up resenting us.”
He’d known Con was every bit as in love with Tory as he. They hadn’t been surprised to learn they both had feelings for her. Most of the time, Con had seemed more like a brother to Devon. Falling for the same woman wasn’t a big shocker. Not for either of them. “I’m sorry. Shit, I deserve to be kicked.”
Con slugged him on the shoulder, hard, knocking him to the side a few feet. “No, you deserve to have your ass beat.”
“Yeah,” Devon mumbled, as he rubbed his now aching shoulder. Christ, he knew Con had been working out, but he hadn’t realized how strong he’d gotten.