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Chapter Six
Jenni
Playing for these two men could have so many meanings, but Jenni was pretty sure she’d like all of them. At least if the night before was any indication. For the first time since before she stated modeling, she didn’t even care if she had coffee before starting her day. They lay on either side of her and mirrored one another, starting with nuzzling her ears, nibbling the lobes, grazing her neck with their teeth then doing the same to her shoulders. She shivered, already soaked between her legs and with her nipples on full alert.
She hadn’t lied. They had ruined her for anyone else. And while Clark’s invitation to “stay forever” was just pillow talk, she could pretend. Pretend they wanted her for all of their lives, to make love to and ride snowmobiles to gorgeous settings for her photography. Maybe they’d be willing to pose.
Usually she preferred nature scenes, but adding these two could only improve on the backdrops. Mother Nature was responsible for them, too, after all. But even thoughts of her favorite hobby couldn’t take her far from where they each held an arm and kissed up and down it, finding pressure points and erogenous zones she’d not only never experienced but never heard of. And she read…a lot.
Next they took her hands and massaged them, easing out tiny, painful spots of tension resulting from her hours on the keyboard. By the time they sucked her forefingers, with a simultaneity she would never have dreamed possible, she was panting for them. “I-I…how are you doing this?”
Clark lifted dreamy, heavy-lidded eyes toward her. “Nothing magical about it, beautiful. We’re just treating you as you deserve to be treated. Do you like it?”
“You don’t really have to ask, do you?” And she didn’t want to think about where they’d learned how to touch a woman. She was just so glad they were sharing that with her. They paused at her wrists for a moment before gliding up the inside of her arms again then each lifted one of her breasts, holding it cupped in a palm.
“We could spend a lifetime learning your body, Jenni.” Ty brushed his lips over the top swell of her breast.
“And how to give you pleasure,” Clark murmured against her insanely sensitive skin. As their mouths closed over her nipples, in a dual assault on her senses, she wondered how she’d lived without them so long. And tried not to think of how she would once she went home. But their suckling, nibbling, laving treatment of her breasts tore all thought from her mind, and her eyes closed. She wanted to watch them, but sensory overload was threatening to shut her brain down entirely.
Rubbing her thighs together, she sought the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Hovered even though they hadn’t touched her lady parts at all yet. Clark chuckled and pushed the covers off her, baring her to their view in the morning light. She gulped. Modeling helped with her self-image, but these men were the epitome of masculine perfection, and her broader-than-most hips and the curve of her tummy still worried her. Especially in comparison to them.
He slid his hand between her legs and urged them apart. She opened her eyes. Releasing her nipple, he shook his head. “No, no. We get to do that. And you can’t come until we say so…rule one of the game we’re playing.”
“There are rules?” she gasped. “Because I could come any second.” He expected her to hold back?
Ty also lifted his face, freeing his mouth to talk, and she wanted to beg them to continue. “We’ll make you come many, many times, Jenni, don’t worry. But when we say so, okay?”
She released a shuddering breath and tried to recover her brain enough to understand. “Are there any rules I should know about?”
“A few.” Ty winked. “We’re making them up as we go along. Free-flowing rules.” He gave her breast another suck then let it go with a pop. “Rule two. We do all the work, and you lie back and enjoy. For now.”
“Sounds a lot like the game we played last night in the tub,” she murmured.
“See?” Clark gave her a predatory smile, all white teeth and fiery eyes. “You’re already a winner.”
She lost track of the rules, then, except that every time she came close to orgasm, they stopped their dual acts of eroticism long enough for her to lose her grip on the moment and tumble down just a little. They sucked and licked and stroked and caressed almost every inch of the front of her then rolled her over—she was too weak to do anything but let them—and did the same to her back. Her skin hummed with life, her nipples ached, and her pussy leaked so much she could feel the puddle under it.
Then, just as she decided they were wicked sadists who’d lied about ever making her come, one of them lifted her and set her down on the lap of the other. At some point, her eyes had closed again, so she opened them to see Ty lying on his back, smiling up at her. His cock lay against her pussy, a long, hard, hot steel rod, burning into her flesh. She half expected steam to rise from her damp folds.
He clamped his hands on her hips and lifted her, his cock bobbing up as he did. Then, with more of that high-level skill, he lowered her, gliding smoothly home, filling her until his balls bumped her bottom. Big…yes, he was so big. They both were. He guided her up and down, brushing the G-spot she’d only read about before now with each retreat. She was climbing again, reaching for the stars—or her orgasm—when Clark placed his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her forward. Ty released her hips and cupped her head, drawing her face to his. He kissed her, lifting and lowering her with the strength of his bent knees. Finally, her clit was in contact with something. The coarse nest of hairs at the base of his cock was about to drive her wild when she felt cool liquid drip between her cheeks and one of Clark’s fingers circling her anus.
Oh. My. God. Had they said something about taking her at the same time? Last night, maybe in the tub? If they insisted on keeping her half crazed with desire, how could they expect her to remember anything?
He worked that finger in to the first knuckle then withdrew, then again, in rhythm with Ty’s fucking her pussy and his tongue flicking in and out of her mouth. She’d never been so overwhelmed but so needy, too. As Clark added a second finger and worked them in and out, deeper and deeper, then spread them, stretching her, a muffled groan came from her chest. She had to come. It was surging up her spine and down her core.
Then Clark pulled out, Ty slowed his fucking and moved his lips to kiss her cheek. The riot in her head grew so loud, she almost couldn’t hear anything else.
Wait! No! Don’t stop or I’ll die.
“Shhh.” Ty stroked her throat and petted her heaving breasts, his baritone cutting through the noise. “Hang on a minute. Don’t you want us all to come together?”
She nodded even though she’d sell them out for completion at that moment. Men always came. Sometimes, if a woman let them get ahead of her, she lay all night in a fever of want. She squeezed her muscles around his cock, but he only chuckled.
“Don’t worry, beautiful girl. We’ll never leave you hanging. But before you get to come, you have to take all of Clark in your bottom.”All of him?“Can you be a good girl and do that?”
She nodded again, but she was already so full just with Ty’s dick and the two fingers Clark had just withdrawn. His dick was much bigger than two fingers.
“I knew you could. We’ll make it so good for you.” As he kissed her sweetly on the lips, the other man’s cock prodded at her slippery back hole. He’d used a lot of lube, thank heavens.
