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I groan as Lucas sinks into me, his groin right up against my ass, his breathing harsh in my ear. “Such a good girl,” he says softly, brushing his mouth over my bare shoulder. “Tight and hot. Perfect for Daddy.”
I let myself lean back against him, into his heat, shuddering with pleasure at the approval in his voice, and the gravel, too. I’m affecting him, making him want, and a strange feeling sweeps through me.
Both of these beautiful men want me. Not just anyone,me.And that gives me a power I hadn’t realized I had before.
Tate moves closer, undoing his pants and rolling a condom down with easy, deliberate movements. Then he’s right up against my front, my breasts pressed to his chest as he guides himself into me.
It’s overwhelming at first, the two of them stretching me. I feel there’s no room for anything, no room for breath, no room for me, and I shudder, groaning as Tate pushes deeper. Then I’m sandwiched between the two of them. One wall of hard, hot muscle at my back, the other pressed up against my front.
“That’s it,” Tate says, his voice deeper, harsher. “Your pussy is perfect too.” Then he bends his head and his mouth takes mine, a hungry kiss, ravaging me, conquering me. And they begin to move, both of them in sync, a slow back and forth, in and out, that makes me pant and gasp against Tate’s lips.
It hurts at first, and it’s as uncomfortable as Tate said it would be, but then the pressure turns into a steadily building pleasure, and I want to move. But Tate growls against my mouth, “Keep still, sub.” His hands are on my hips, making sure I stayexactly where I am, while Lucas reaches around to cup one breast, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipple.
I pant as they stay slow, a pull and a push, an in and out, and I’m caught between them, held and contained by them in the most perfect way.
This is all for me, and it’s too intense. I can’t bear it, yet I want to be worthy of this. To be worthy of them and how they stayed true all these years, while I did not. So, I hold on to the orgasm, and I resist it, even as Tate keeps kissing me, keeps moving inside me, and Lucas squeezes my breasts gently.
The sensations are too much, the pleasure too intense, and again I feel that strange panic. I don’t want to disappoint them. “Please,” I whisper against Tate’s mouth. “Please let me come. I don’t want to disappoint you, not again.”
“You’ll never disappoint us, sweet girl,” he murmurs.
“Never,” Lucas whispers, nuzzling in my ear.
“Come for us,” Tate says.
“Both of us,” Lucas murmurs.
Then Tate reaches down, and his fingers stroke my clit at the same time as Lucas pushes deep, and the friction is too much. It’s all too much. Pleasure explodes, and I put my head back, screaming at the ceiling as it moves relentlessly through me like a bomb blast.
I’m held there, barely conscious as I feel the pair of them move in sync, one in my pussy, one in my ass, harder, deeper, and then Tate growls, his teeth against my lip, and Lucas’s teeth close on my shoulder as the pair of them follow me over the edge.
For long moments afterwards, I rest there, caught between the two of them, the most wonderful feeling washing through me. Of being held and cared for and cherished.
Eventually, the pair of them move, pulling out of me carefully. I slump back against Lucas, his warm chest a perfectplace to rest. Tate says something, but I’m not paying attention, and it’s clearly not for me anyway, since Lucas responds, his voice deep and caressing.
There’s movement, and I’m in Lucas’s arms as he carries me over to the armchair. He sits with me in his lap once more, and my legs are spread, and there is warmth between them, Tate cleaning me up with that warm cloth.
He and Lucas murmur things to each other, but I have my eyes closed and I don’t want to pay any attention. I want to rest here and not think for a bit.
Then I hear the door open and close, and a silence falls.
“Katie,” Lucas says. “Look at me.”
Katie. I’m always Katie to him, never Katherine.
I don’t want to look at him, self-conscious all of a sudden. Without Tate here, it feels forbidden to be naked with him, to be sitting here in his arms.
His fingers are beneath my chin, gripping me gently. “Katie.”
Finally, I open my eyes and look up at him. His gaze is hypnotic, amber and gold, and burning. “What?” I ask, and it comes out more defensive than I wanted it to.
“Tate left so we can talk,” he says.
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Lucas
She’s lying in my lap, so perfectly, beautifully naked, her red hair spilling over my shoulder and the arm of the chair. Her eyes are the blue of a summer sky, but there’s a guarded expression in them.
