Page 58 of Ache
“Endeavor’s. They own all kinds of fun toys.”
Fun toys? I eye the neatly made bed. Maybe that’s exactly what I need to relax. A little fun, with two of my toys.
“Did you know there’s a bedroom back here?” I pop out of the curtain.
Tage shrugs. “Sometimes we fly far.”
“Is that all it’s used for? Sleeping?” I pull my T-shirt over my head. Both Tage and Alec freeze.
“I’m sure it’s been utilized for other things.” Tage watches me intently, like a cat stalking a mouse.
“Have you ever used it for other things?” I unbutton my jean shorts and slide them down my legs.
“I haven’t . . . yet.”
I turn around and glance over my shoulder at them as I lift the curtain. “You two coming, or are you going to leave me to my own devices?”
Tage and Alec both spring to their feet, pushing and shoving each other in a race to get to me first.
“Leave you to your own devices?” Alec gives me a little shove onto the bed. “No. But we’d be more than happy to watch you play withyourdevicesfirst.” They both stand over the mattress with me half-naked and horny.
“I’ll touch myself, but I want you to take your clothes off while I do.” A double strip tease? Yes, please.
There’s not one ounce of hesitation on either of their parts. Eyeing me like two starving wolves, I slide my hand into my panties and massage myself until my cheeks begin to heat.
“If we’re getting naked, so are you.” Tage rips the black silky material away from my hips. They have a bird’s-eye view of my bare pussy now. Just how they want it.
I tease myself, using just the tip of my middle finger to circle the dewy pink flesh.
My inner thighs quiver as I pleasure myself all while watching two of the hottest men I’ve ever laid eyes on strip away each piece of their clothing. They’re styles are starkly different. Alec pulls off a polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts while Tage discards a beat-up t-shirt and worn jeans. Both so different and yet so equally hot.
“Oh,” I moan as my clit aches. The altitude, the temperature, and the arousal are going straight to my head.
Both men lose their underwear at the same time, and it is now an even playing field.
“Don’t stop touching yourself.” Alec climbs onto the mattress and drops his head between my legs. Using his tongue, he follows my ministrations, chasing after the path my fingers are taking.
“Oh, God,” I mewl as the added pressure and smooth caress adds fuel to the kindling fire.
Tage watches as together Alec and I both work my body over. We make eye contact, a flaming connection linking the two of us. He jerks his shaft slowly, possessed by the show.
I’m possessed, too. By the two men who are about to ravish me. I want them to make me forget. Forget about the past, the present, and the all the unknowns of the future. I want them to seize my mind and force me to think about only them. About only us. The three of us.
“Flip her over.” Tage’s voice is husky as hell. It sends shivers straight to the tips of each of my fingers and toes.
I know what’s coming. Both of these men each own a part of me. I gave Tage one version of my virginity all those years ago, and Alec another just last night. They were each a first of mine in their own way. And once they claimed their piece, they spent most of the day trading off, indulging in one another’s possession.
Alec flips me onto my stomach before pulling me onto all fours. My heart hammers and so does every inch of my lower body. Fuck, I want them. Both of them. At the same time. Touching me, kissing, fucking me.
Alec repositions himself back underneath me, his mouth returning to the same place it just left. I moan loudly as his tongue invades my entrance. God, that feels beyond amazing.
“That’s it, baby, get nice and wet for us. Just how we like you.”
Gladly. I grind against Alec’s face, thriving in all the attention.
I feel Tage’s hands rest on my ass cheeks and quiver. Four hands and one common ground are incredible odds.
“Excited, are we?” Tage teases me. God, fucking yes, I am. I’m fucking addicted to both these men. I fell hard and fast and blindly into the darkness, and now it owns me. It controls me. It dominates me. It takes away all good reason and leaves me floating in the barbaric black.
