Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) (31 page)

“We’re not gonna push you, Kennedy,” Dixon speaks up when I still don’t move. “If this is something you wanna try, we’re gonna wait until you’re ready and make the first move.”

Dixon is going to wait for me to make a move? The thought has me almost laughing but I stop myself when he slides his other hand down and squeezes his balls, groaning when he does. I could sit here all day and stare at them sitting side by side pleasuring themselves. I probably would if it weren’t for Gunnar clearing his throat and cocking his finger at me.

Taking a deep breath, I push myself out of the chair and step between them. Holding my hands out, I wait for them to slide theirs into mine and tug them closer. They scoot toward the middle of the couch and I don’t let them stop until their thighs are touching so I can straddle both at once. Each of them release the hold they have on their cocks and grip my hips instead. Keeping my fingers laced with Dixon’s, I let go of Gunnar’s hand and run my fingertips through the stubble on his cheek.

I press my lips against his, forcing the emotions of missing him out as he deepens the kiss. I knew I missed feeling his lips on mine, but I didn’t know exactly how much until I felt them again. Pulling back, I press my forehead against his, letting the warmth of his brown eyes calm my nerves.

“What?” he asks. As always, he can tell when I need to say something and calls me out before I have a chance to change my mind.

“I don’t want you to ever doubt how I feel about you because it’s never going to change. I’m going to love you ‘til the day I die.”

“Always, baby,” he whispers back.

Turning my attention to Dixon, I can tell that he’s nervous—we all are—but I have to change that. I need to make him feel like he belongs with us. I grip the back of his neck, pulling him into me so I can kiss him too. His tongue slides against mine and Gunnar tightens his grip on my hand and hip. “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as I love Gunnar, or need anyone like that, but you proved me wrong,” I tell him.

He smiles, kissing me again. Looking back at Gunnar, I wait for him to let me know he’s ok with all of this still and when he does a bit more of the nerves settle in my stomach. For a few minutes I continue kissing them both, switching back and forth between them, loving the taste of both of them on my tongue. I rock my hips against their thighs when I can’t handle sitting still anymore. Having two sets of hands on me, even innocently like it has been, is driving me insane. It’s an indescribable feeling knowing that these two men that I love so much are willing to set their anger and hurt aside to try this.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killin’ me.” Gunnar’s words are more of a moan when I finally wrap my fingers around his cock. Dixon bites his lip, trying to keep quiet when he wraps his hand over mine to tighten my grip. His hips jerk when I tighten even more and he can’t stay quiet anymore.

“Jesus Christ, Sunshine. I need your mouth on my cock.”

I wait for Gunnar to freak, but he doesn’t. Instead he looks at me through hooded eyes and smirks.

“I was just thinkin’ the same damn thing.”

Sliding off their laps, I settle on my knees while they stand up, crowding my face with their hips. I wrap my fingers around the silky skin, and when I flick my tongue over the head of each of their cocks, they groan and slip their hands into my hair. Keeping up my pace, I switch between them, deepening how far I take them into my mouth with each pass and making sure to tease the balls of Dixon’s piercing each time. The noises they make, and knowing that I’m the reason they’re happening, makes it hard not to slide my hand down the front of my jeans and play with myself. Both of them must notice because it doesn’t take much longer before they’re pulling up so I’m standing between them. Gunnar grabs the hem of my shirt, sliding it up over my head and Dixon’s fingers follow the path it made until he reaches the cups of my bra and pulls them down so my breasts pop over the top. The cold air hitting my nipples has them rock hard instantly. Pinching them between his fingers, I arch my back and moan, trying to get more. Leaning back against Dixon as he rolls my nipples, I watch Gunnar’s hand as he trail his fingers down to the edge of my jeans. After sliding them down my legs and tossing them across the room, he drops to his knees in front of me and jerks my hips toward his mouth. I know if it weren’t for Dixon holding me up I would be flat on the floor the second Gunnar opens me to him and flicks his tongue across my throbbing clit.

I cry out causing Dixon to tighten his grip on my nipples. Gunnar chuckles, the devious look in his eyes when I stare down at him tells me I’m in trouble just before he sucks my clit roughly between his lips.

“Fuck!” I scream and my body shudders.

“That’s it, Sunshine. You like that, don’t you? I bet you’ve missed having a mouth on that sweet pussy of yours, haven’t you?” Dixon’s breath rushes over my heated skin, making me burn more than I already was. Gunnar pulls away, waiting for me to answer.

“Please don’t stop, baby. I need it so bad. Please,” I beg.

Shifting my leg over his shoulder, he dives back in only this time he thrusts two of his fingers into me. Adjusting his arm so he can help me keep balance with only one leg, Dixon presses his finger against my lips until I open and allow him to slide it over my tongue. When he is satisfied, he pulls them free he presses his lips against my ear while sliding his finger slowly into my ass, causing my mouth to fall open but no sound comes out.

“I’ve been waitin’ to fuck you here for as long as I can remember. I can’t wait to slide into this tight ass of yours.” Twisting my head around, I kiss him, thrusting my tongue between his lips to dance with his. I thread my fingers through Gunnar’s hair, holding him right where he is while he continues to lick every inch of me he can. Dixon’s finger twists in my ass, sliding against Gunnar’s fingers that are still thrusting into me. The thought of their fingers being replaced with their cocks has me begging through an orgasm.

Kissing his way back up my body, Gunnar grips my chin, capturing my lips so I can taste myself. “Do you want that, Kennedy? Say yes, and Dixon will fuck your ass until you scream.”

I’m not sure where my husband’s dirty mouth came from, but fuck if it doesn’t make me even hotter. “Yes. Please fuck my ass, Dixon.”

Gunnar steps away, heading down the hall while Dixon continues to slide his finger in and out, stretching me with a second after I tell him yes. I think for a moment that Gunnar might have walked away because this all became too much for him, but I can’t move away from what is being done to me right now. Thankfully he proves me wrong when he comes back down the hallway with his something in his hand. He drops down in the chair I was sitting in when this all began, his clothes now completely missing, and motions for us to come closer. Dixon’s fingers slip out of me, making me whimper because I feel completely empty. The whimper quickly turns into a moan when he whispers in my ear.

“Don’t worry, Sunshine, I know you want somethin’ in your ass. Finger fuckin’ you is great, but I wanna slide my cock into you.” he hums in my ear, running a finger down my spine. “If you thought the plug and my fingers made you feel good and full, just wait ‘til you’re stretched around my cock.”

I can’t even speak as he bends me over the arm of the chair that Gunnar is in. Gunnar hands off what he went to the bedroom for and I catch a glimpse of the bottle as it changes hands. The lube label has me clenching and when the cool liquid slides down the crack of my ass, I gasp.

Gunnar takes the opportunity to grab my hair and guide my head down until my mouth is wrapped around his cock again. “Damn I’ve missed everything about you. But right now, I need that mouth of yours, baby…”

He trails off and I keep sucking as Dixon works the lube into me with his fingers, twisting and stretching as much as he can. When he thinks I’m ready, I feel the head of his cock press against my ass when he pulls his fingers out. I tense up and Gunnar instantly takes notice. Grabbing my hair, he pulls my face up to his and kisses me. Sliding his hand down the length of my body he finds my clit and teasingly circles around it with his fingers. I focus on the pleasure that Gunnar’s giving me, the way Dixon’s fingers flex into my hip and the taste of Gunnar’s tongue on mine. All in an effort to try to ignore the bite of pain as Dixon inches into me at an agonizingly slow pace.

When his hips are finally resting against my ass, he stops, holding still while I adjust to having something that big in my ass. He trails his fingers along the length of my spine to soothe me. Gunnar pulls away from lips but doesn’t stop moving his fingers and before long the pleasure and pressure outweigh the pain I was in and Dixon begins to move slowly. He works up his speed and when he slams into me, it causes my eyes to roll back in my head.

“Fuckin’ hell this is hotter than I ever expected it to be,” Gunnar says, running his thumb across my bottom lip.

“What?” Dixon asks breathlessly. I can almost picture him, head thrown back in pleasure as he bites his lip. Turning my head I see that I’m almost right. He’s biting his lip, but instead of having his head thrown back he’s watching his cock slide into me intently. I watch for a few seconds before turning back to where Gunnar’s eyes are burning into me.

“Watchin’ Kennedy bein’ fucked by you,” he admits, dipping his finger into me before dragging it back over my clit. “Her eyes roll back into her head every time you bottom out in her ass, and the noises are drivin’ me crazy.”

“Damn. If you like that just wait ‘til she’s bein’ fucked by us both at the same time.” Dixon groans, letting his thrusts get harder.

“Oh god please,” I sob. Gunnar grabs my face, concern filling his eyes.

“You OK, baby? Is it too much?”

“No,” I whimper, biting my lip to keep from screaming. “I need more. I need you inside of me, too. Please fuck me, Gunnar.”

In an instant everything is gone. Gunnar’s fingers, Dixon’s cock, their hands. Everything. Gunnar shoots out of the seat like his ass is on fire and pulls me off the edge of the chair before lifting me into his arms. Reaching over his shoulder, I grab Dixon’s hand, tugging him along behind us to the bedroom so he doesn’t get left behind. He slides onto the edge of the bed after taking the rest of his clothes off and takes me from Gunnar, settling my back against his chest.

Gunnar strokes his cock as he steps between our thighs and waits for Dixon to lube back up and ease into my ass again before moving. Pressing against my entrance, he hesitates, almost looking like he’s regretting this already.

“How do you want this, baby?” he finally asks. “No more lies or pretendin’.”

I think about it while lacing my fingers with his. “Don’t hold back. I love the slow and easy Gunnar, but I know you hold back on me and that hurts. Give me everything you’ve got.”

I barely get the words out before he slams into me with a growl. I scream and there is no way to hold it back even if I wanted to. My back arches off Dixon’s chest so he wraps his arms around me, holding me by my breasts so I don’t fall off him. Gunnar continues to drive into me, finally letting himself unleash a bit, and I love it. Every move he makes causes my ass to slide along the length of Dixon’s cock without him having to even move. This is insane. I never would have expected how good it feels to be full like this.

“That’s it, Sunshine, scream for us,” Dixon groans against my ear after moving my hair out of the way. “I wanna know how good it feels to have us both inside you. Fuck, I want the neighbors to know how good it feels. Let ‘em know what they’re missin’ by only havin’ one cock fuckin’ ‘em at a time. Scream because you know you’re gonna be fucked so hard that you’re gonna ache tomorrow, because you love it and I know you do. Let everyone know you have two guys that love you makin’ you feel this good.”

Grabbing my ankles, Gunnar presses my feet against his chest, pushing my knees into mine. The angle shifts the way they both hit inside of me and the way Gunnar’s cock slides against the balls on the end of Dixon’s with only the thin piece of skin between them, drives me crazy. I want to cry because it feels so damn good. Dixon runs his hand down my stomach and between my thighs until his fingers find my clit while I watch Gunnar carefully. He’s still holding back from me, I can feel it, so I call him out on him.

Running my fingers up his arms, I grab his bicep and pulling him closer, making him slow his movements. Leaning up the best I can, I kiss him, dragging my teeth across his lip. “Stop holding back. I promise I’ll tell you if you start hurting me, but I swear I’m not going to break.”

The hesitation in his eyes begins to disappear. Leaning forward more, he makes sure there’s no room between my thighs and chest other than where Dixon’s arm is so he can play with my clit as they fuck me. Grabbing my hands, he pins them to the mattress beside our heads and looks over my shoulder at Dixon. When he smiles, his eyes fill with a fire I’ve never seen before.

“You good, man?” Gunnar asks.

“Never fuckin’ better,” Dixon replies and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Good, but you might wanna hold onto her with both hands.”

Gunnar waits patiently until Dixon has his arms wrapped around my chest tightly before pulling out until only the tip of his thick cock is resting inside me. With Dixon still fully inside of me I wait for one of them to move.

The wicked smirk on Gunnar’s face is proof that I should prepare myself for what I’m asking for, but I don’t care. If being with Dixon has proven anything to me, it’s that I love being fucked mercilessly and being able to feel it for days. I trust these two more than anyone else and know that they would never hurt me on purpose or give me than I couldn’t handle. I need for Gunnar to let go, if this is going to work, he has to give us all of him. Now.

Without warning Gunnar slams into me. Pulling out he does it again and again, and I swear he bottoms out against my cervix with each rapid thrust. Every time he drives into me, his pelvis grinds against my clit and his balls slap against my ass and Dixon’s cock. Dixon doesn’t move, he doesn’t need to because Gunnar is doing enough work for both of them. Tears fill my eyes, spilling over the edges and roll into my hair. Reaching up, Dixon grabs a handful of hair and twists my head so he can see the side of my face, kissing the edge of my eye where the tears are falling from.