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fantasy. She placed the head of Chris’ cock at her opening and eased down, allowing herself time to adjust for his size before she slid back up, setting the pace. His hands came up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, and she moaned.
    “You ready, honey?”
    “Definitely.”
    She heard the cap flip on the bottle of lube moments before she felt Jesse’s fingers probing at the entrance to her ass. His hands pressed against her back, pushing her toward Chris, changing the angle of his entrance. A second finger was added to the first. She squirmed, enjoying the sensations assaulting her body.
    He removed his finger and placed his cock at the entrance to her tight hole. She tensed involuntarily. Chris’ hand made a soothing motion across her hip and thigh. “It’ll be fine, baby, he’ll go slow.”
    He pulled her head down and kissed her, taking her mind off everything but the feeling of his tongue in her mouth and his cock inside her. The first thrust from Jesse burned and she winced. He reached between them and flicked her clit with his finger, sending a wave of heat to her core. She rocked back, impaling him fully inside her. It was overwhelming. Sensations assaulted her, burning pleasure mixed with a carnal need so great she thought it would ignite into flames.
    Chris thrust at the same time as Jesse and they stopped. She realized they could probably feel each other and judging by the surge of each of their cocks inside her, they both liked the feeling.
    She ran one hand across Chris’ chest and reached around behind her to grab Jesse’s ass with her other hand. “Don’t stop.”
    Jesse pulled back at the same time Chris pressed upward. They seemed to find a rhythm that worked for both of them and it sure as hell worked for her. Nerve endings she never even knew she had came firing to life. Her muscles began to spasm as an orgasm, more intense than anything she had ever experienced, ripped through her.
    “Holy shit, Kay,” Jesse grunted out behind her.
    He gripped her hips, overlapping with Chris’ hands. Chris’ body jerked at the contact and Kayla opened her eyes to look at him. He stared over her shoulder, his nostrils flared. His erection felt like it grew inside her, which didn’t seem possible because he was already so big. Rocking back against Jesse, she used her muscles to milk them both.
    The sensations brought short waves of ecstasy through her body and she could feel a second imminent orgasm. As her muscles tightened, the hands on her hips gripped harder and both men increased their pace, pounding into her with relentless passion. Her second orgasm seemed to set off a chain reaction and then they all came together.
    She collapsed against Chris’ chest and Jesse fell against her back.
    * * * * *
     
    The last of the breakfast dishes washed, Jesse threw the towel on the counter. “All right, so are we still going skiing?”
    “Absolutely,” Kayla replied, jumping off her chair.
    He turned to Chris. “Any chance you have a shirt I could borrow? My sweatshirt got kind of messy.” Chris’ eyes darkened at the memory of exactly what they had all been doing to get his sweatshirt too dirty to wear.
    “Yeah, I’m sure I have something.”
    Chris came back into the room a moment later and tossed a sweatshirt at Jesse on his way to where Kayla stood.
    Catching the shirt, Jesse inhaled deeply before he slid it over his head.
    “Did you just smell my shirt?” Chris’ eyebrows wrinkled up as he looked at Jesse in confusion.
    “What? No.” Fuck, busted .
    “Yeah, you did.”
    “I just wanted to make sure it was clean,” Jesse faked, pleased that he had come up with a plausible excuse.
    “You’re such a douche.” Chris punched him on the arm. “Like I’d give you a dirty shirt. Besides, who the fuck cares? We’re going skiing, you’re gonna sweat.” Chris’ eyes crinkled in the corner with laughter. “You ready to go, princess? Or do you need to do your makeup first?”
    “Fuck