Something New (6 page)

Arousal hung heavy in the morning air. For a fleeting moment, Rodrigo figured with Braden admiring Abby too, it must be the combined aroma of his and Braden’s precum. Only, the faintest hint of something too soft and sweet to be that of a man’s excitement scented the air as well. Rodrigo jerked his gaze up to Abby’s face, saw she still had her eyes closed, and moved to look at Braden next to her.

“I can smell her too,” Braden said. He leaned into Abby, and his eyes slid closed for a moment as he breathed her in. “What do you think is making me so fucking hard?”

Braden moved his hand, releasing the fingers he and Rodrigo had inadvertently tangled together. Rodrigo didn’t have to comment or ask Braden a question; he looked into the man’s intense eyes and understood without words where to move his fingers, as well as already knowing where Braden would go with his. Rodrigo glanced down anyway. Something sparked inside him, deepening his desire, as he watched Braden skim his fingertips over Abby’s hip and down her belly, not stopping until those fingers brushed through tight auburn curls and came to rest at the apex of her thighs. Rodrigo went the other way, and without glancing up, he knew Braden stared at his fingers just as intently as Rodrigo had done with Braden. Rodrigo brushed his hand up Abby’s slender waist and then dipped down to the small of her back, lingering for a moment, enjoying the soft skin at the cleft of her ass. He grazed lower, along her crease, and abruptly came to a stop. Rodrigo had his fingers poised where her thighs and buttocks met. He swore he could fucking feel the heat drenching his digits already, but he didn’t move.

So fucking close.

Rodrigo knew what he wanted so insanely badly.
A sample of her cream
. He’d take it on his fingers, on his prick… Shit, he’d even lick it off Braden’s digits or dick if that was the only way he could get at a taste of her. Still, though, Rodrigo didn’t move.

Abby’s fragrance permeated the air now; every receptor in Rodrigo’s body draped a shield over his and Braden’s musky excitement and homed in on her honeyed essence. His cock sat like a spike, painful in his sweats, and it only got more rigid with each second he looked at his fingers, inches from taking Abby’s pussy from behind. Braden was in a holding pattern, as if waiting for Rodrigo, waiting to get at her clit from the front.

I can’t take advantage of her. I’d never be able to look myself in the mirror again.

Rodrigo looked up, regret already setting in, and met deep blue eyes blanketed in a haze that could only be lust.

Her lips red and full, as if she’d already been thoroughly kissed, Abby locked in on Rodrigo with a stare he could not have broken if he wanted to. “Do it,” she said, a husky plea in her voice. “Please.” She shifted that glazed stare to Braden too. With one rock of her hips, she teased both men’s fingers with a taste of heaven. “I need it.”

Shit. Permission.

Rodrigo looked to Braden, and the man nodded.

I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this. With Abby. With another man.

Ten months of wanting overtook any uncertainty nagging at Rodrigo. His balls pulled, and his cock pumped beads of early seed against his sweats, spurring him on. One more glance to Braden and Rodrigo saw the man already inching deeper between Abby’s thighs. Rodrigo looked down at his own hand, and while he watched himself, he pushed his fingers between Abby’s legs from behind, over
fucking wet
folds, and found paradise.

Dear God.

Abby bit her lip and tried not to scream. But oh, Holy Mother, she had never had a man’s hands on her quite like this before.

Correction. Two men’s.

Jesus God, Rodrigo slid those long fingers of his along her slit, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, splitting her open the slightest bit with each pass to torment the entrance to her sex. And Braden, damn, he rubbed two digits in a circle pattern over the hood protecting her clit, sparking hints of shivery sensation into her belly and giving Abby a prelude to the deeper pleasure that would soon come.

Forget a buildup or foreplay. Abby’s pussy already throbbed terribly, aching for release. She rolled her hips, reaching for a more complete handling from these two men. She hadn’t had a man’s hands on her in years, she hadn’t slept a full night in two weeks, and emotionally, she’d never stepped so far out on a ledge with another human being than she had with Rodrigo and Braden last night. Calling them, admitting to the nightmares, confessing to her inability to sleep, and then letting them comfort her by sharing a bed exposed raw places inside Abby she had never allowed to see the light of day. The night of firsts had opened a place that once breached now flooded out of her in a torrent. It felt like razor-sharp claws scratched at her skin from the inside, and she needed nothing more than these two men to own her right now and take her to a place where she could explode.

“Rodrigo.” Abby reached down and grabbed his hip. “Braden.” She latched on to him too. “Don’t play. Make me come.” She dug her fingers into their hard flesh, wishing she could tear into them with the same animal rawness she felt inside herself right now. “Please.”

In an instant, Braden seared himself to Abby’s front, and Rodrigo rode her back, sandwiching her in an inferno of body heat from which she didn’t care if she got burned. Braden buried his face against her throat, and Rodrigo grazed her shoulder with his teeth and tucked into her nape. As the first licks of tongues branded Abby’s skin, drawing a fast gasp from her, Rodrigo yanked her thigh back over his flank, spreading her open below.

Cool air whispered over the slick moisture covering Abby’s pussy, inducing another tremor. Before a second brush of chill could touch her exposed sex, Rodrigo and Braden took her over with their fingers—Jesus, their entire hands—driving away even the slightest brush of cold.

Oh, oh God.

Abby bit her lip as everything inside her wound into a tighter coil. “God…God, yes.” She bucked and cried out as Rodrigo drove two long fingers into her shivering channel, taking, deeper and deeper until he could go no more. With one twist of his digits, he seemed to touch her everywhere inside with just the right amount of pressure. Just as fast, he withdrew his penetration and sank in again, fucking her with his hand.

While Rodrigo yanked bone-shivering pleasure out of her cunt, Braden rubbed a deep, massaging figure eight into the top of her crease, right over her protected clit. Each infinity sign he made revealed her aching bead for a split second and then covered it back up, killing Abby with the glancing contact.

Blood rushed straight to Abby’s cunt and clit, and she could not stay still. She shuttled her hips to and fro, struggling to get more from each man’s magical touch. Rodrigo rumbled a rough noise into her nape. He teased his fingers along the swollen folds of her sex, moving all the way up to tangle with Braden at her clit before reversing direction and rimming her asshole, shocking a jolt and a gasping yes out of Abby, along with a clenching in her rectum.

Another pleased growl escaped Rodrigo, the noise vibrating through him and into her shoulder and neck. “So fucking amazing,” he murmured. He bit her shoulder and thrust his fingers back into her pussy, all the way to the hilt, taking her again.

Hardly able to withstand the things Rodrigo did to her, Abby still wantonly begged Braden to make her come too. The man uttered a gruff curse and tore Abby’s nightdress down in the front, trapping her arms in the straps and exposing her breasts. Dusky-colored nipples already twisted into tight pebbles contracted to become even stiffer under Braden’s open stare.

Abby couldn’t see Rodrigo’s eyes, but he whispered roughly, “Jesus Christ, that’s pretty,” and shoved himself more completely against her back. He ground his erection into her spine, and she could feel his rigid shape clearly through his sweats.

“Fucking stunning,” Braden said, still locked on her breasts too. The cool fire in his eyes ignited; he dipped down and flicked the crest of her tit with his tongue, then swirled it all around the dusky area, anointing Abby’s nipple with his saliva. He coated her flesh with the sheen of his spit, first one breast, then the other; he did it so deliberately, so carefully, that Abby sucked in continuous shallow breaths in anticipation of the next lick that maybe,
maybe
would engulf her whole and make her scream.

Goose bumps popped up all along Abby’s arms, and knifing lines of pleasure shot up from her core to her nipples, twisting them even tighter. “Braden…” She tunneled her hands into her hair and pulled, desperate to disperse the knotted concentration of joy Braden pulled out of her breasts, even if doing so caused pain somewhere else. Her chest heaved with each breath she dragged in. Every time she did, her nipples grazed Braden’s jaw, and his stubble abraded the area with delicious torture.

Rodrigo chose right then to ease another finger into her cunt, pushing up through her squeezing walls until he had it lodged as deeply as the other two. He pumped the triple penetration, Braden swirled his tongue around her breast, and Abby gritted her teeth through the double dose of foreplay.

“Please.” Her sheath filled with slick wetness and pulsated all around Rodrigo’s fingers. “You’re both killing me.”

His mouth less than an inch away from Abby’s breast, Braden glanced up, held her gaze to his for a moment, and then looked over her shoulder. “Take her over, Rigo.” He withdrew his hand from between her legs. “Give her what she needs to come.”

With that, Braden opened his mouth wide and went down on one of Abby’s breasts, suckling her voraciously, as he had not done before. He pulled on her with incredible drag, bringing the tip of her smallish tit to the back of his throat. He closed his now-free hand around her other breast, kneading the flesh he denied the heaven of his mouth and tongue.

During the time Braden sucked every nerve ending in her nipple to the surface of her skin, Rodrigo pulled his fingers out of her channel and reversed direction. He went at her cunt from the front, fully unearthing her clit for an all-out attack. Three fingers whipped over and around the small blood-filled button, driving her nuts. Abby carelessly spread her thighs wider, silently begging for more, anything. Rodrigo accommodated, dipped his digits down, and pushed deep and fast into her slit. He pumped enough times to send her pussy into a fluttering frenzy and then went back to her clit again. Rodrigo didn’t let up, and he wasn’t gentle in the slightest, which was good, because Abby didn’t want sensitive or malleable in a partner right now. She wanted these men to fling her right out of her skin.

Braden chose that moment to bite at the very tip of her nipple, rocking a shock wave through Abby and making her breast hurt so fucking good. He nipped a second time, radiating the sweetest, sharpest pleasure from her chest to her core. After one more graze of his teeth, Braden licked his way down the slope of her breast and kissed his way across the valley to the other side. He brushed his hard lips back and forth across the crest of her breast, withholding that wonderful warm, wet suction she so desperately wanted. Then, as if they’d timed it, Rodrigo knifed one long finger into her cunt just as Braden parted his lips and drew Abby’s neglected breast into his mouth.

Both men brought on a full-out assault, and Abby went up in flames. Each suckle or nip Braden delivered to her breast, and every rub Rodrigo sent across her clit, followed by a fucking motion with that narrow, deep penetration of his single, incredible finger, dragged Abby closer and closer to the abyss.

“Yes…yes.” Her voice high and tight, she whimpered and writhed between the two men, reveling in their size and heat and the things they were doing to her body. She hardly felt like she could breathe and didn’t care if she died of asphyxiation. “Rodrigo.” She reached back and latched on to his corded forearm. “Braden.” She dug her other hand into Braden’s dark hair, holding him to her breast. “Fuck me.” Fingers tapped her clit and filled her channel at the same time, and teeth bit her nipple again. Each man gave Abby everything she needed and more.

So fucking good.

Out of control, Abby pulled Braden’s hair and scratched Rodrigo’s arm as everything in her tightened inexplicably and then sent pulsating jets of pure joy to every corner of her being. “Oh, oh…” She jerked and bucked between Rodrigo and Braden as her sex contracted again and again and again around Rodrigo’s buried finger, clutching him inside her pussy. “It’s happening. I’m coming. Oh God.” She started to shake all over. “There, there, there.”

No more actual words escaped Abby for the next handful of heartbeats, just a series of moans and cries as Rodrigo and Braden kept at her, ripping the longest, most shattering orgasm from Abby she’d ever experienced. It seemed she convulsed forever, and her breasts and cunt had never been more sensitive to a person’s touch, yet Abby kept rubbing herself back and forth against these two men, riding the delicious ebbing waves.

Rodrigo suddenly let out a low, guttural noise and shoved his cock into her lower back. “Shit, shit.” He sounded in agony as he scraped his teeth up Abby’s neck and tucked his face against her temple. “I need to shoot.”

Dear God. Yes. Please.

Abby rolled her shoulders flat, whipped her head around, and found eyes black as pitch already locked in on her. “Let me feel it.” With one flare of Rodrigo’s pupils, Abby shoved her hand between them and pushed Rodrigo’s sweatpants down in the front, springing his dark, glorious cock free. Holy Mother, he could scorch a person’s skin with the heat it generated. “Come on me.” The order erupted from a place within Abby she’d never tapped before, but it came out as naturally as breathing when looking into Rodrigo’s eyes. She could also feel Braden’s prick—granite hard and slick with precum—against her hip. She shifted back to him, finding his jasper green gaze deepening to moss as he shifted his glance between her and Rodrigo.

“You too,” she told Braden, her tone going husky as he pulled his thick length from his underwear and put the tip against her belly. “Please.” One shift of her hips put Abby on her back with Rodrigo’s and Braden’s cocks poised on either side of her waist. “Let me feel you lose it. Both of you.” Just by thinking and speaking of this newfound desire, Abby felt her pussy pulsate and produce more lubricant. “Come on my stomach.”