above, was this pleasure? Could a kiss, so dominantly taken, taste so sweet and hot? And could a stroke of fingers make her pussy flood itself so copiously with its juices? What sinful ecstasy was this, when two different pairs of hands caressed her all over? Alec scooping and fondling her tits, while Tristan sawed against her clothed vagina with his sure, seeking fingers pushing in between her quivering, parted thighs. The barrier of silk that lay between her pussy and his touch only made Tristan’s caresses all the more carnal. Rebecca would have buckled to the floor if not for their powerful hands holding her captive against them.
Tristan rubbed his face close to the juncture of her thighs; inhaled a shuddering breath and groaned, telling her how sweet and sexy she smelled. How he couldn’t wait to taste her.
This was the point of no return Rebecca had been afraid of. That point where anything they asked or commanded of her would be surrendered without question. When Tristan’s fingers pulled aside her panties and he put his mouth on her for the first time, her world was overbalanced.
At her breasts, Alec’s hands worked their magic, twisting on her nipples with an entitled hunger that brought a gasp of pleasure-pain to her lips. She loved his bold touch, pushing her limits. She also loved the softness of Tristan’s tongue below, flicking gently at her sex and clit. He urged her shaky limbs farther apart, baring her the more to his roving tongue delving deep into her secrets.
Her moans of pleasure rebounded in the room, even as she asked herself if she was equipped for something like this. If she was ready.
But then maybe she’d never let herself feel ready. Hadn’t she’d driven Kyle away with her insecurities and inhibitions? She remembered he’d always wanted to try out different things sexually but she’d just never trusted him that much to truly let herself go. Yet here she was, submitting totally to two perfect strangers. What was it about Alec and Tristan that made her forget all her fears and pent-up emotions?
Rebecca couldn’t let herself think about that. She couldn’t seem to make herself think, period. Tristan had taken the pulpy flesh of her labia into his mouth, sucking, while rolling his tongue over the nub of her clit he’d imprisoned within his lips. Rebecca writhed against his face buried in her pussy, his surprisingly stiff tongue probing her soaking wet pussy. Alec’s teeth grazed her shoulder blade, his fingers pinching on her nipples till they zinged. Oh shit. She was going to explode. She…
“Tristan!”
She came, hard, her body arching in their arms as Tristan continued to suck at her clit and lap up her juices which began to coat his mouth and chin. When she finally sank back, Tristan rose and grabbed her along with Alec so she couldn’t fall in an orgasmic heap. The onrush of pleasure in that last moment had been too intense; and it had been so long for her. She blushed as she looked up and saw traces of her juices on Tristan’s face. And when he kissed her, he smeared her lips with her cream and made her moan and shudder in pleasure.
Alec spun her round to face him, his lips clinging to hers as possessively as ever. Indeed both men were possessive in the way they kissed and touched her; and yet dominated wanted her in equal measure. To be claimed by them in this way was exhilarating, knowing that they each wanted to possess her in their own way yet were ready to share.
“You’re so sexy when you come. And that will be just your first. We intend you to have many more,” Alec promised on a whisper against her lips. Then his head descended to her breasts and he groaned thickly, rushing at them as he devoured one, and then the other nipple in his mouth.
The tide of lust rose high within her belly once more, toppling the last of her common sense. Alec’s gifted mouth played havoc on her peace of mind, tugging at her beaded tips till they virtually hurt from the sweet