ADULT EXCERPT

“I’ve never been with two men.”

“Blaine here said you’d never been with a man at all before tonight. Is it true or not?”

“It’s true.”

“I knew it,” Blaine said with a great deal of satisfaction.

“Of course you did,” Rhett grumbled. “A man always knows.”

“A man always knows a lot of things,” Blaine said, studying Lynlee.

“What do you mean?” she asked, trying her best to ignore the warm puddle pooling in between her thighs.

“You’re nervous, but excited,” Blaine began, easing away from the bed. “I know you’re waiting for one of us to make the first move because you aren’t sure if you should first approach me or go to Rhett, since he’s closer.” He moved in behind her, and his hands worked to free the towel, removing the thick barrier and dropping it to the floor where it covered her feet.

His hot breath was at her ear, his tongue lapping at her lobe. “You don’t know what to expect, but at the same time, anticipation isn’t at all what it’s cracked up to be, and you don’t want to wait.” His lips covered her shoulder, and more than kissing, he deliberately sucked at her skin until she rolled her head to the side.

“Beautiful,” Rhett said, stepping in front of her. “So gorgeous.” His gaze settled on her breasts, and he reached for her, moving away from the comforter covering him.

Blaine gave her a gentle push, and with his help, she stood between Rhett’s open legs. Blaine didn’t desert her once Rhett showered her breasts with the attention a woman wanted and needed. Instead, his hands moved over her, cupping the shape of her bottom, pinching and releasing her globes with a carnal growl slipping from his chest.

Rhett’s teeth scraped over a nipple. Blaine’s hands manipulated her, caressing her shoulders, mid-back, and then her ass all over again, massaging his way around her body like he already knew every inch.

Her hand fell to the warm shade of chocolate hair swaying around her. Since she’d met Rhett, she’d longed to know the texture of those curls, fist a handful as he kissed her. Kissing her was precisely what he did while Blaine groped her from behind, grinding against her bottom in erotic maneuvers resembling the dirtiest of dances.

Rhett’s tongue propelled over her, touching her nipples, lapping at the valley between her breasts and finally kissing tiny circles around her belly. He dropped his head and blew a hot stream of steady air over her opening.

“Nice,” Rhett commented. “Very pretty.”

She was high now, intoxicated on a feeling she hadn’t expected to have. The emotions crossing in the middle clashed together like cymbals, and the way they collided made for a detrimental combination. Would she crave this kind of pleasure after experiencing two men?

At her back, she had the man she loved urging her to take the moment and make it their own. In front, she watched a man who approached her with nothing more than lust driving him. What woman wouldn’t want two handsome cowboys doting on her body?

“Good God, woman, you’re a pleasure,” Rhett said. His tongue remained committed, doing a man’s job, lapping at her skin as if so hungry to please.

“I told you,” Blaine said, licking his way up her nape and then brushing a kiss on her cheek in passing. “And I’m telling you,” he whispered, “this is all for you, Lynlee. Relax and enjoy.”

Rhett tugged her toward him all at once, and she landed flat against him. “Spectacular body,” he said, exploring her breasts again, licking them as he tweaked her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. “Ah, yeah, Lynlee. You’re one sexy woman.”

She was quiet, something of a first for her, but she heard the gasp fall from her lips when she felt Blaine’s hands part her globes. “Will you let me ride this pretty little ass? Come on, Lynlee, say yes. I always want to be your first.”

Instead of addressing any potential taboo limitations, she simply said, “You’re going to fuck me at the same time.”

“You’re not asking, Lynlee,” Rhett said, watching her. “You already know we are.”

Blaine patted her bottom. “But I’ll be gentle.”

“Promise?”

Rhett winked. “He’ll treat you like a china doll.” Reaching for his pants strewn across the bed, he pulled out a small tube of lube and handed it to Blaine. Then, he took two condoms from the pocket and ripped both foil packets with his teeth. “Suit up. I’m horny.”

Lynlee couldn’t believe the eroticism of a ménage undertaking. The night held more in store, and she couldn’t calm her nerves down so she could simply enjoy the various sensations. She tried to talk herself down, but the more they touched her, the more her arousal spiked.

Blaine pampered her every step of the way, and when Rhett first penetrated, nothing could’ve been more beautiful. Blaine eased her over his body, and with each stroke, he moved with her, guiding her up and down, gripping her waist in an effort to help her bounce over Rhett in the exact timing only he could set.

“Rhett, take it easy, buddy, real nice and slow.” He nipped at her shoulder. “You like that, don’t you, doll?”

“Yes,” she muttered, curving her arm around her back and cupping his neck so she could caress the hair thick against his nape.

“Feels nice?”

“Very nice,” she said, eyeing Rhett.

“Always,” Rhett growled. Everything about the way he fucked her was about the act, and there wasn’t any denying his dedicated cause. The lust drove them. She found the way he approached her intoxicating.

He’d looked at her like she was a piece of fresh meat, biting down on his bottom lip when he entered her and growling when he sank into her body. “Damn, Blaine,” he said. “She’s so fucking wet.”

Blaine had immediately pulled her up, allowing her the opportunity to find her pace, set her rhythm, and ride as she wanted to ride, but maintaining control, and she needed his guidance.

The friction between their bodies was quite different. Rhett’s cock appeared flaccid prior to entry, and he seemed to stuff his dick into her pussy like he might tuck something away in a pocket.

He rubbed her clit with every stroke he gave her, and a few times, she could’ve exploded, riding the first orgasm out within seconds after penetration. But Blaine intervened, pulling her back toward his chest and choosing when she could fall over Rhett’s cock once more.

“So sexy, baby,” Blaine said, pressing his hands against her ass.

“Such a perfect body,” Rhett agreed.

“Gorgeous woman,” Blaine crooned. “I’m going right here, baby.” With the advanced notice, he moved behind her, and a thick finger parted her cheeks. The real warning came when a squirt of lube followed the quick shift of Blaine’s body.

“Blaine,” she rasped, unable to move or grind against Rhett.

The anticipation wreaked havoc on her soul and her body. While enveloping one, she prepared for another.

“Please,” she whimpered and chastised herself for sounding desperate. But she was.

The sexual frustration rose to a new level. Rhett remained committed to his mission, hammering forward now with a little more aggression and lapping at her breasts with fervor.

The lust rolled over her, leaving her damp with a new heat until Blaine roughly positioned his cock at her ass and grated out, “Stop moving.”

Rhett’s thrusts slowed at once, and he withdrew to allow room. Another heat-filled sensation careened around her opening when the lube warmed the area between her cheeks and the first inch inside her tore at barriers like a ring being stretched beyond its flexibility.

“I…can’t,” she whimpered. “Blaine, please. You’re hurting me.”

He withdrew, leaned forward, and asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

Taking a deep breath, she watched Rhett’s face tighten as if he dreaded her reply or refusal in accommodating them both. But she spread her legs and bucked against him, seating herself at an angle over Rhett’s hard shaft. “No. I don’t want you to stop.”