Her womb ached, burned. Her clit was so sensitive that even the air caressing it was too much for the delicate mass of nerves, yet it wasn’t enough. They kept her hanging on a precipice so sharp, she could feel the bite of hunger growing with each second.
“Ian…” She screamed his name as she felt Khalid parting the cheeks of her ass, the broad crest of his cock smoothing along the crevice.
“Now we get kinky, baby,” he growled, his voice darker as she felt him come to his knees beside her. “Now I watch. Do you remember the times you saw me with your maids, sweetheart? What was I doing?”
She whimpered at the memory.
“I was watching, watching how easily they accepted any pleasure I chose for them after we had finished driving them as high as possible. But I didn’t have to drive you, did I, baby.” His whisper was edged with mingled awe and lust. “You were right there waiting on me, weren’t you?”
“God, yes,” she cried as she felt Khalid’s cock tuck at the opening to her ass.
“There’s a good girl,” Ian crooned, his hand moving to her hair, pulling the braid to the side as he turned her head. “Open for him, Courtney. Let him in. Let me see just how brave and beautiful you really are.”
It wasn’t his words that caused her to push against the heavy erection seeking entrance, it was his broad hand landing heavily against her rear as his cock smoothed over her lips.
Her mouth opened as her anus relaxed. At once, both cocks entered their desired destinations she felt the last of any sanity she possessed begin to unravel. The wide crest of Ian’s erection pierced her mouth as fire began to bloom in her ass, streaking through the delicate nerve endings as it encompassed her cunt, her throbbing clit. She was a mass of needy, burning flesh now, accepting whatever they were willing to give.
It seemed to last forever, that first penetration of her body by Khalid’s cock. Stroking, working slow and easy into the entrance as she fought for a harder, deeper stroke.
She would have begged for it, but Ian’s cock was filling her mouth, stealing any chance to speak, to beg, to scream.
“I’ll not last long, Ian,” Khalid groaned heavily as her muscles flexed around him, struggling to accept the width it was taking. “Save the dramatic stuff for later, dammit.”
Ian grunted at the request, but drew back slowly, dragging his cock from her mouth as he released the restraints from her body, then lay down beside her.
“Oh God…” The scream ripped from her throat as she was lifted, pushed further onto the cock impaling her ass as Khalid brought her back, flush against his chest and Ian slid beneath her.
Tremors of agonizing pleasure were attacking her nerve endings as she clenched around the erection penetrating her ass, stretching her, burning her as she fought to adjust to it. But she was given no chance to adjust.
Ian’s hands adjusted her legs over his, then gripped her waist as they began to slowly lower her.
“Ian, I can’t stand it…” She jerked in their grip, feeling Khalid’s cock stroke, shift and caress the hypersensitive flesh it penetrated.
“Too bad, baby.” She felt his cock press against the opening of her pussy, Khalid buried deep inside her, remaining still as she once again knelt on the bed, only now, Ian lay beneath her, prepared to penetrate the ultra-tight recesses of her pussy.
“Now, you take all I am, Courtney,” he growled. “Everything. Starting now…”
If she had known pleasure before, it was nothing compared to what Ian began to show her. With Khalid buried deep in her ass, Ian began to work his cock into her pussy, its narrow channel protesting the burning impalement of Ian’s erection. Short, easy thrusts worked her open, made a way for the heavy weight of his cock, and sent her senses careening.
She could hear herself begging, pleading, but she wasn’t certain what she begged for. As he worked his cock inside her, his lips surrounded a nipple, his teeth rasping, nipping the tender peak as hard hands held her hips in place until he finally, agonizingly, slid every broad inch of his cock inside her.
The dual penetration was nothing like the toys they had played with. Her senses were spinning now as they began to move within her. Four hands stroked her, caressed her, two voices urged her on in her pleasure, as two heavy, wide cocks began to fuck her with hungry demand.
She could feel the wave of her climax building, though she realized the slow, measured pace the two men were using would never throw her quickly into climax. Once more they were torturing her, building the tension inside her until she was certain she would never survive it.
“Feel, Courtney,” he whispered as he tucked her head against his chest, his lips at ear. “The pleasure and the pain, the fire and ice. Feel it, baby, let it have all of you. Let me have all of you.”
He already had her.
Her fingers clenched into his shoulders as she fought to hold on, though there was no fear of her moving any more than the two men taking her wished. Their cocks burned inside her body as they thrust heavily into her, the rhythm building, each stroke sending the clawing, electrical impulses of pleasure soaring within her.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t exist. She felt the explosion begin in her belly, felt it expand, detonate, overtake her as her soul began to melt in the conflagration overtaking her.
Ian and Khalid’s voices were lost in the madness as the orgasm surged through her. Surged through her and refused to stop. Over and over it convulsed her body, as each stroke triggered another, sent her surging, screaming, then repeated the process until she felt something inside her fly free.
The final, shattering release ripped through her as Ian exploded inside her, filling her with the white-hot wash of his semen and Khalid shuddered above her, obviously in the throes of his own release.
Sandwiched between them, drifting in a sea of lost reason, Courtney felt, for once, sated, all her senses satisfied as she heard Ian’s rumbling growl of complete male satiation at her ear. Something she hadn’t heard before. His voice, whispering her name, a tremor—perhaps of acknowledgement that she was his match—vibrating deep within it.
Exhaustion filled her. Like a person starving, then sated, she closed her eyes to glory in the relief.
“I think she handled that pretty well.” Khalid collapsed beside Ian as he cuddled Courtney against his chest, his face still buried in her neck.
“Fuck off.” Ian’s voice was lazy, sated, thick with emotion.
Khalid wondered if he would face the emotion though.
He chuckled as though such heavy thoughts weren’t a part of his after-release mentality.
“You’ve overdramatized what happened before, Ian.” He scratched lazily at his chest. “Stubborn bastard.”
Ian grunted as he turned, placing Courtney between them as Khalid leaned up to dispose of the condom he had donned before taking the woman. As much as Ian liked to share, he didn’t like his playground drenched in another man’s seed.
“She’s so damned wild she amazes me,” Ian sighed as he turned her to her back, chuckling as she growled irritably at being moved.
“Wild as the wind,” Khalid agreed, watching as Ian’s fingers curled around a still flushed, swollen breast.
Her nipples were still hard, the flesh of the areola darkened from her passions. She murmured appreciatively as his thumb rasped over the tip. Her eyes remained closed, but her expression was one of drowsy, returning sensuality.
“Come here, little wind.” Ian sighed deeply as he pulled her into his arms then, tucking her protectively against his chest. “Sleep. For now.”
Khalid wondered if his friend had any idea how revealing that move was. Never, with all the women he had seen Ian share, had he been prone to cuddle them when the sex was over. And never had his voice been so deep, so filled with emotion. He loved the girl, but admitting it would be as hard as finally sharing her had been. Ian was set within the life he had deemed would be his years before. And Courtney, soft, sweet, inherently innocent, was everything he had ever feared of corrupting. Realizing that Courtney saw it as a part of the love she felt for him, a part of herself, not corruption, would be the hardest battle the two would face.
Khalid sent a prayer to God that his friend would realize this before it was too late.
Chapter Fourteen
Courtney came to awareness slowly the next morning. Beneath her, Ian slept, his arms holding her as she lay draped over his chest. Beside them, Khalid breathed deeply as well, separated from them by nearly a foot as he sprawled naked on his stomach.
The night before had been…intense. Hours upon hours of sexual greed whipping like lightning around them.
How many different ways had they taken her? She couldn’t remember. All she remembered was Ian’s dark voice, urging her higher as each touch sent her careening over edge after edge of intensity.
He had held her as Khalid fucked her. Fucked her as Khalid held her. They had held her, lips and teeth and tongues eating at her, sending her screaming into orgasm after orgasm as she finally relinquished herself into their hands, into their hungers.
It had been an amazing experience. As though Ian had been making up for time and delayed need, he pushed every limit had had ever suspected she had. Only to learn, there were no limits.
A smile curved her lips at the thought. He was such a stubborn man.
“You should be sleeping.” His hand moved over her unbound hair, stroking it lazily as he turned her over his body until she lay between him and Khalid.
She opened her eyes, staring up at him, seeing the lack of tension in his expression now.
“I kept up.” She smiled up at him, daring him to deny she had.
He snorted at her declaration, his blue eyes slumberous, filled with warmth as his hands caressed down her back.
“You lost it,” he charged. “You didn’t make an hour.”
“But I kept up,” she reiterated, a smile tugging at her lips.
“That you did.” His smile reached his eyes as his thumb smoothed over her swollen lips. “You definitely kept up.”
And her body ached in remembrance, in areas she didn’t know could ache.
“I’ll run Khalid off after breakfast.” His hand cupped her cheek. “We’ll have a nice, quiet day alone. If you like, perhaps dinner tonight at The Club.” Wry amusement touched his eyes. “I may as well give Matthew permission to allow you there, it’s obvious you can’t be trusted to follow the rules.”
“What rules?” She widened her eyes innocently, keeping her voice soft, quiet. The atmosphere of intimacy was a balm to the worry that had filled her for so many weeks.
A grin curved his lips.
“You are a wild woman.”
Her heart exploded as he leaned forward, his eyes open, touching his lips to hers as though in benediction. The touch was rife with unvoiced emotion, a tender, almost tentative caress that had her heart filling with joy.
He would need more time, she knew. Accepting her as she was, pushing aside his past and giving her all of himself hadn’t been easy. He would have to feel his way a bit longer before he allowed his heart the same freedom.
She could wait. She had endless patience, and for now, her love for him sustained her. She had pushed past this first, difficult hurdle. The rest would come in time. Because she knew Ian, no temptation, no hunger, no need was strong enough to break his will, unless he wanted to be broken.
“Oh God, I need a shower. All this sappy crap is getting sticky.” Khalid’s amused voice vibrated drowsily beside them.
Courtney rolled her eyes as Ian sighed.
“I could have told you he was a problem,” he informed her with gentle mockery. “You’ll wish he hadn’t been present when you pulled your little shenanigans last night.”
Satisfaction blazed within her.
“Was I complaining?” she asked, and cuddled closer as she ran her hand down his chest to the early morning erection awaiting her.
