Page 86 of High Seduction
Pleasure increased rapidly. Endorphins filled her blood as Tim drove into her. Deep jabs that only stoked the desire for more.
It was more than the physical, though. It was knowing that Tim held her, and another man was there because of Tim—mind-blowing. The rush she got from that matched the physical pleasure as her body pounded into overdrive. Passion rising, her body and senses being seduced into submission.
When Tim pulled out all the way, she complained around Matt’s cock. When Matt pulled free, she could give voice to her complaints. “No, no, no, don’t stop.”
Tim laughed, lifting her easily and resettling her on the bed on all fours. He tossed Matt a condom, then pulled off his own. “Don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”
Then he locked his fingers in her hair, put his cock to her lips, and thrust in.
When Matt knelt on the bed behind her, she wasn’t surprised. And suddenly she was pinned between the two of them, hard hot cocks driving into her body. Matt thrust into her sex with a sigh of satisfaction. She was happy, too, wanting the feverish pitch Tim had begun to be satisfied. She squeezed her inner muscles, and Matt groaned in appreciation.
Tim tugged her hair to get her to angle her head back. “You look beautiful spread between us.” He fed her his cock slowly, gaze pinned to the point where he disappeared into her mouth. Erin closed her eyes and soaked in the unique pleasure of it all.
“God, if you could see what I see.” Tim’s voice broke, shaky with raw lust. “Stretched out, and so giving. Our cocks filling you up. You’re trembling, Erin. Looking for more, but you can only have what I give you. What you need.”
Yes.
“It’s everything I want for you. Every part of you craving our touch—but it’s all me, kitten. No matter who touches you, it’s me giving you pleasure. Taking my own.”
Matt held her hips tightly, but Tim was right—those hands were an extension of his own. The pleasure all given by Tim, and she was riding on the edge of coming, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.
They withdrew and switched positions, Matt tearing off his condom to drive into her mouth while Tim...
Tim put his cock to her sex and paused. Lingering—stretching out the anticipation until her arms trembled.
Between one moment and the next, she was taken. His cock drove into her. She had nowhere to go. Nothing to do but accept his possession. OhGod, he wasn’t gentle, either, grabbing her ass cheeks and shoving himself forward, bending over her and fucking into her hard as Matt fucked her mouth.
She was going to explode. She needed one more thing to tip her over, and she would be the one racing off the cliff, spinning through the air before bursting into flames like a phoenix.
The hands on her hips tightened, Tim’s nails digging into her skin. Matt caught her hair in his fingers and fisted, and she whimpered lightly at the sharp pain, loving it harder than she’d have thought possible.
And as Tim dragged his nails over her ass, she melted.
Her body rocked in place, while her sex squeezed down, hard rhythmic pulses blasting through her.
Tim roared. “That’s it. Come on my cock, kitten. Feel me fucking you so deep you can’t escape.” He pounded harder, working through her orgasm, driving her higher yet as her body convulsed helplessly. Then he shouted as he came, his heated release deep inside her. Filling her up even as he pushed again and again on nerves gone ragged, pleasure being torn from her in waves.
Matt pulled from her mouth and took himself in hand, pumping fiercely. Tim jerked her upright, his cock pressing into her as he changed their position. Matt came, the spurts of semen flying out to land on her chest, ribbons trailing down her torso in sticky lines. He panted, his face creased into a grimace of pleasure as he shook with the final moments of release.
But Tim was the one who held her, who remained inside her. The heat of his body protecting her like a cocoon. When he pulled his cock out she felt the loss, as well as the ache of tender skin.
“I’m not going to be able to sit for a day,” she muttered.
Matt laughed, leaning over and running a finger down her chest, spreading his seed lightly as his nail grazed her nipple. “I can find you a hammock.”
Tim turned her from Matt, who winked quickly before there was nothing to see but her lover’s smiling face. “Sitting is overrated,” he offered.
He scooped her up, striding through the hallways with her arms around his neck. Uncaring of their nudity, he paced to their room, took her to the shower, and proceeded to wash her carefully from top to bottom.
“I can wash myself,” she protested.
He squeezed the sponge over her breast before circling it slowly, tormenting the already oversensitive tip. “But where would the fun be in that?”
Erin leaned her head back on the shower tiles and let him take care of her. Let the sensation of being cozened and coveted spill through her like fine wine until she was heady with it.
Even through the buzz of satisfaction a faint chord of fear snaked across her nerves. She pushed the emotion down, shoved it into a corner, because it wasn’t something that she wanted to deal with here and now.
But soon? They had to talk about what had really torn them apart so long ago. And no matter that they were years older and wiser now, she still wasn’t sure she was ready.
