Page 11 of Claimed by Her Polar Bears

Jenni

Better than amazing. She’d never felt so at home with any man. Much less a pair of them. A pair so large and imposing, they left her the petite one in the room. Not a terrible feeling at all. Cradled in Clark’s arms, she sat on his thighs. The large bulge at the small of her back was both arousing and a little terrifying, though. She tried not to compare it to Harold’s because her almost-fiancé came up short, and narrow.

Ty tapped a series of keys on a control pad on the ledge, and she realized it was a jetted tub. Streams of bubbles swirled around her, moving the piles of foam like mountains of wobbly whipped cream. “This okay? I can change it.”

“I can’t imagine anything better.” She referred to the tub, the bubbles, the jets, and the two hottest guys she’d ever met who sat in the biggest tub in a remote cabin making her feel like the queen of the world.

Clark nibbled on her ear, and she shivered. “Good. But I bet we can make it even better.” He brushed an escaped curl from her neck and turned his attention to that spot. His lips caressed her skin, setting a fire raging in her core.

Her eyelids fluttered closed, but she forced them open when Ty lifted her legs onto his lightly furred ones and massaged her feet. He worked every bit of tension from them and taught her that there were nerves connecting them to her pussy as well. She felt like a connector between two live wires. Clark continued to suck and lick her neck and shoulders, while Ty massaged her calves, shifting closer as he stroked and compressed the muscles in her thighs until she was sandwiched between them.

The jetting water combined with their attentions was almost too much. Sensory overload, but when Clark cupped her chin and turned her face to take her mouth in their first kiss, she learned how much more they had to give.

With just a kiss and some caresses, they’d taken her higher than any man ever had.

Clark urged her lips open and stroked her tongue with his in a sensual dance, and Ty’s hands slid up her belly to her breasts. He squeezed and massaged them in rhythm with the other man’s kisses. How could they do this? As if they were one organism instead of two separate people.

Were they also lovers?

She didn’t know, and she didn’t care, not now. Because Ty replaced one hand with his mouth, sucking her nipple deep, biting down almost but not quite enough to hurt and flicking his tongue over the captive peak. He released it and moved to the other side, fingers tugging on the freed nipple, pinching and rubbing it. Could she come from nipple stimulation and kissing? Maybe so.

But just as she rode the waves both literal and figurative almost to the peak, he sat back on his heels and her breasts were left surrounded by foam, and desperate for his touch. “I have to taste you,” he murmured.

She would have asked what he had been doing before besides tasting her, but Clark’s kisses had her mouth too busy for words. Then that stopped, too, and the roar of erotic stimulation ceased completely. Panting, she looked over her shoulder at Clark and then in front of her where Ty knelt between her legs.

The men also shared a glance, full of meaning…not that she could decipher it. Then Ty slid his hands under her and lifted her bottom half above the surface of the water. Clark took over toying with her breasts, and Jenni let her head drop back onto his chest. With Harold—who she determined not to think of again this weekend—she had to do all the work. With these men, she could relax and go with the flow, which involved Ty supporting her bottom in one firm palm while his finger stroked her vulnerable pussy, awakening the few nerves not already on full alert. He bent and sucked her clit into his mouth. She yelped, thrashing her head back and forth, already almost too aroused to come.

He lifted his face and gave her a cat-got-the-canary smile. “Like that, do you?” While he held her hypnotized with his eyes, he continued to glide his finger over her swollen pussy. “Before this weekend is over, you’ll have one of us here”—he pushed into her channel and worked his finger in and out a few times—“and here.” Circling her anus with a second finger, he became serious. “And you’ll be a good girl and take us. Both of us.” He penetrated her anus and dropped his face to her pussy again, lapping and suckling, closing his teeth over her clit in the same way he’d done her breast, tongue flicking and all. Clark pinched both her over-sensitized nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She screamed, writhing as she came hard, convulsing around the fingers inside her, flames licking over her skin, darkness closing around her, darkness pierced by shooting silver and gold stars.

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