Raising the Stakes: Three of a Kind, Book 2 (11 page)

His laughter died, but his eyes gleamed. Not with humor, with something else. Something that made her heart soar. “It’s on.”

“Thank fucking God.” She grabbed the base of his penis, steadied it and lowered her pussy onto it. Onto his thick, hard cock, exalting in every inch that slid inside her.

Their cries intermingled, gratification echoing off the bedroom walls.

Des’s hands were on her butt, pulling her down harder, closer, lodging himself deeper inside her. Where he belonged. He drove into her once, twice, fifty times.

She could have come right then. Wanted to, but didn’t. She closed her eyes and beat down the urge.

Not without Alex. This time she wanted Alex with her and Des, not just observing from the sidelines. She leaned over Des and kissed him.

“That is so fucking sexy,” Alex said from behind her.

She turned to look at him but he didn’t notice. His gaze was focused on her butt.

“So hot. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He had his hand on his cock, squeezing. “Fuck her, Reedy,” Alex instructed. “Fuck her while I watch.”

She whipped her head back around in time to see Des’s eyes squeeze shut. He complied, withdrawing from her depths and plunging back in, making her whimper.

“That’s it,” Alex exclaimed. “Just like that. Do it again.”

Des clasped her butt cheeks tighter and fucked her like Alex said. In and out, over and over. “Ah, Meggy…” he groaned.

She would have responded but couldn’t. He felt too damn amazing seated so deep inside her.

“You should see her, Reedy,” Alex rasped. “She’s on fire. Her pussy’s soaked. Dripping all over your balls.”

“I…feel…it.” Des gasped.

Megan clenched the walls of her pussy tight around him.

Alex made that little noise again. The not-quite-a-laugh sound. “She’s grasping your dick with her lips. As though she won’t let go.”

“She’s so tight,” Des said. “So…fucking tight.” He licked his lips. Breathed. “H…how’s her ass?”

“Perfect,” was Alex’s breathy reply.

Des pulled at her cheeks as he fucked her, parting them for Alex.

“Now…how’s her ass?”

Alex’s answer was a long time coming. And when he spoke, his voice scalded a path down her spine. “Empty. Too empty.”

Suddenly Des’s hands weren’t the only ones on her butt. Alex’s were there as well. Massaging, rubbing, touching while Des pumped into her. Alex’s finger skimmed over her cleft and pushed inside.

“Oh, God,” Megan yelled. His finger was in her ass and Des’s cock was in her pussy.

“She likes that,” Des told Alex. He’d know, since she’d just constricted the walls of her pussy so forcefully he couldn’t move. “Whatever you did, do it again.”

Alex removed his finger, and she was forced to wait a few agonizing seconds before he replaced it. When he did, it was cool and slippery. So cool and so slippery, Megan forgot to move. She just lay, straddling Des’s cock as Alex worked his finger—fingers—inside her. Making her squirm. Making her want to explode all over them.

“Alex—” she kept her voice calm, when all she wanted to do was scream at the top of her lungs, “—if I come on your finger, I will never forgive you.”

“No more fingers,” Alex promised, withdrawing his hand. “If you want my cock, it’s all yours.”

“I. Want. It.”

The mattress dipped and bounced behind her. A leg brushed hers, then another. Des shifted but did not pull out of her. He did, however, raise his head to her chest and suck deeply on her nipples, first one, then the other. As he sucked, he rocked inside her, satisfying Megan in a way she’d never believed possible. And as he rocked, Alex pressed his cock against her anus and pushed.

His head slipped inside with a pop, and the breath left her lungs.

“More,” she demanded.

Alex pressed on, sinking his shaft deeper.

Des groaned and stilled. “Can’t move,” he said. “No space.”

Megan choked back a retort. She had a dick in her pussy and one burrowing into her ass, and Des had no space to move?

Alex tunneled further, his cock pressing inside her, splitting her in two. Her butt burned, stung beneath the assault, and still she demanded more. She had her best friend in her pussy and her lover in her ass. Although the pain and the physical pressure brought tears to her eyes, the incredible fullness in her heart and in her pelvis, made her want to cry with joy.

This was how it was always supposed to be for her.

She was always meant to have Alex and Des as her lovers. The rightness of their joining, the perfection of the moment—pain aside—left her with no doubts. Alex and Des were
both
fated to be hers. They always had been. No wonder she couldn’t deny either of them. No wonder she’d never wanted to. They were both hers.

Alex drove into her and cried out. He was seated to the max in her ass.

Des groaned beneath her, forgetting her breasts. He was just as affected by Alex’s presence in her body as she was.

Megan could do nothing but breathe. Breathe and feel and exist. This, now, was the most alive she’d ever been. The happiest. The fullest. She had Des and Alex inside her, and she was never letting go.

Alex grasped her hips, panting, while Des held her shoulders, steadying her beneath Alex’s weight. Des withdrew from her pussy then rocked back inside. His jaw clenched when he ground to a halt. Alex’s presence had obviously narrowed his path, providing resistance. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he pushed harder and groaned, the sound a mixture of agony and bliss, until he found his place deep inside her again.

“Dear God.” Megan exhaled.

“Fucking hell,” Des agreed.

“Christ,” Alex breathed behind her.

“I never thought…” Des didn’t finish.

“Me neither,” Alex agreed.

Megan had. She’d thought and she’d fantasized, only she’d never dreamed this big. This was better, way better, than anything she’d ever imagined.

Every ache, every burn was worth it. So, very, very worth it.

Alex’s panting filled her ears, and then he too withdrew and drove slowly back into her.

Megan saw stars. Exquisite, beautiful stars. Millions of them.

She couldn’t move. She was jammed between the two men. Her incapacitation only heightened her awareness. Her pleasure was out of her hands. Des and Alex held the ropes. It was all up to them.

Her faith in them was supreme. Neither would disappoint.

It took a few uncontrolled and devilishly delightful strokes before Des and Alex found a rhythm, but when they did, dear God, they took her breath away. She forgot to inhale. Forgot to think. All she could do was experience the ungodly thrills that zipped through her, rousing every carnal craving she’d ever had.

She could have helped, could have squeezed her inner muscles around them, but that would have brought on her own climax, and Megan was determined not to lose it. Not yet. She had to wring every scrumptious drop of pleasure from this experience. Make it last.

Damn, she wanted it to last. Wanted to remain trapped forever between the bodies of the men she loved. Wanted them loving her eternally, expressing their desire, showing her theirs was just as strong, as passionate as hers.

Alex swore behind her, and his movements became wilder, more forceful, increasing the pressure in her ass and the pleasure in her groin.

Des responded by thrusting faster, harder. His eyes were glazed, his chest heaved.

“Faster,” Alex demanded and Des increased his pace.

“Fuck, yeah,” Alex gasped.

“Deeper,” Des ordered, and Alex shifted behind her, driving deeper than she’d have thought possible.

“Perfect,” Des whispered.

The two of them pounded into her, sent her world spinning off its axis. The sensation built, grabbed hold of her, refusing to let go, refusing to be shoved back. Megan was too close to prevent it now, no matter how she might want to prolong the experience.

“Ahh, fuck, Meg!” It was Des. His jaw was clenched, and the muscles in his shoulders bulged. “Can’t stop it, Al,” he muttered. “Can’t hold it back.”

“Me neither.” Alex slammed into her. “God, me neither.”

Des clutched her waist, plunged inside her and stilled with a hoarse cry. As Alex continued to thrust, Des came, his cock beating steadily in her pussy.

It was all too much, sensory overload. Megan couldn’t hold back, no longer wanted to. As Alex fucked her from behind, filling her with immeasurable pleasure, and Des filled her with his seed, she lost control, spinning helplessly into her orgasm. The pleasure was so intense she almost blacked out, would have, but for the cry that echoed in her ear as Alex slammed into her one final time and exploded in her ass.

Her pussy clutched at the pulsing penises, drawing out their climaxes even as their wild beating extended her own. Over and over she convulsed, her muscles clamping around Des and Alex, holding them, trapping them.

It was too spectacular to be real, too magnificent to end.

But end it did, days later, when her spasms finally receded and, no longer erect, Des slipped out of her.

Alex cried out again as he pulled out, and with nothing supporting her, she fell on top of Des.

A heartbeat passed and then another. Ten more. Maybe a thousand heartbeats. Voices sounded, but she couldn’t make them out. Her heart thumped too hard, too loudly. Blood roared in her ears.

Then she was being moved.

She lay on the mattress, not on Des.

Huh?

She was on her side, with her top leg bent at the knee and her butt cheeks spread open.

Oh!
Wet.

But soothing too.

Aah, very soothing.

Wait, what…?

There were two heads at the juncture of her thighs, one in front, one at the back.

And then the assault came. The deft, clever licks. The tongues on her pussy and her ass. Two tongues—a joint attack. One on either side.

Not on, in! A tongue in her ass and a tongue in her pussy.

God, it was fabulous. An extraordinary, magnificent, marvelous attack.

An attack that threw her straight into another merciless orgasm.

The pleasure was too extreme, the relief too intense. Megan feared she might die of it, of the rapture that threw her into distant galaxies.

She didn’t die.

She rode wave after wave of pleasure until the exertion and the ecstasy were too acute and she quite simply passed out.

Chapter Seven

Alex awoke to the glorious sensation of Megan in his arms. His arms alone. Des was nowhere to be seen. The scents of coffee and toast wafted through the air, giving him a good idea of where the other man might be.

His stomach rumbled. Brekkie seemed like a grand idea. No wonder Des had left the cozy comfort of his bed.

Megan stirred, yawned, and burrowed her face into his chest.

Maybe brekkie could wait a bit.

She suckled his nipple.

Who needed food, anyway?

His cock grew as her tongue laved.

No words were necessary. This was a routine he and Megan had perfected. As Megan kissed her way down his chest, he reached over and grabbed a condom from next to the bed, then passed it to her.

Even sleepy, her hands were deft, knowing, and so damn sensual he grew harder as they worked. She had him all sheathed up in seconds. Then she was back, pressing herself against him, breasts to chest, her arm around his neck, her leg around his waist.

He slid inside her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, they rocked together. The urgency of the night before was absent. This, here, was a gentle, tender moment. A time for just the two of them, a chance to bond again, to realize once more what they were together. Without Des.

She peppered tiny kisses on his neck and his shoulder.

He held her as though he’d never let her go.

They made love. Sweet, hot, beautiful love.

The rhythm didn’t change, the tempo did not increase. He stroked into her, she arched to meet him. Even as his orgasm approached, as pressure snuffed his oxygen and his balls tightened, they swayed to the same leisurely beat.

When a long sigh of pleasure escaped her lips and her thigh flexed around his hip, he didn’t slam into her. He just rocked. She arched, he rocked to meet her. She rocked, he swayed his hips to her beat.

And when her pussy spasmed and she stiffened in his arms, losing her beat, he continued to rock. Not for long though. Seconds later he was spasming with her. Climaxing in her depths. Alone. Just him and Megan.

Beautiful.

Perfect.

Almost as good as the night before.

Megan must have agreed, for she shimmied off him, rolled over and nestled her back into his chest, winding his arm around her waist in the process, ensuring he held her tight. They lay cuddled together for endless moments.

Des flipped the last sausage onto a dish and set the pan to soak in the sink.

He popped the dish in the oven and added milk to the egg mix. Criminy. He was starving. Absolutely famished. Just as soon as the eggs were scrambled, he’d rouse the other two.

Ah, not necessary.

The sound of running water echoed down the passage. Someone was up, taking a shower.

Footsteps pattered along the wooden floor.

Des glanced at the door. Meg. Wearing nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around her breasts and a large yawn.

She sniffed heartily. “You cooked?”

“I did.” His heart stood still just watching her. Her eyes were sleepy, her skin flushed. God, she was exquisite. His cock twitched and grew.

She lowered her gaze to watch, and smiled.

The combination of that Meg-a-watt smile and a tousled, sleepy Meg had him breathless.

Still clutching the towel around her breasts, looking remarkably virginal and innocent, she crossed the kitchen. “Alex is in the shower.”

He nodded. “I figured as much.”

“After last night and this morning, he figured he needed to get clean.” She dropped the towel slightly, revealing the tops of her breasts.

Gone was the sweet virgin. A sexual minx stood before him. He couldn’t draw his eyes away from her exposed nipple. “This morning?”

“Mmmm. We made love.”

Des snapped his head up. Jealousy whipped through him.