“You’ve done this before,” she said in realization.

  “Yes,” Seth said, then looked down at her. “Does that bother you?”

  “No.” And it really didn’t. It probably should, but tonight she didn’t care.

  “We don’t make a habit of it, Abby,” Seth said. “It just happened a couple times before. We’ve known each other a lot of years.”

  Abby half-shifted to face Seth. “I don’t care what you did before tonight. I just want you both to fuck me. And make it good.”

  Seth glided his fingers underneath the straps of her dress and slid them down her arms, letting them fall to her elbows. Mike moved in behind her, his body nestling against her back. He grasped the bodice of her dress and pulled it down, baring her to the waist, then unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

  Her ex-husband had never taken the time to look at her or even undress her. There had never been a slow unveiling of her skin, any interest on his part other than getting her naked and getting inside her as fast as possible. She’d hated his disinterest, as if the whole of her hadn’t mattered. His only goal had been her pussy.

  This slow revelation made her gasp. Mike rested his hands on her shoulders, skimming his fingers over her flesh. Seth stared at her as if he were memorizing every inch of her skin, as if he wanted to savor every second and study her. She felt flushed, her nipples hardening under his gaze. She didn’t have a perfect body. She was thirty-three, and things weren’t in the same places they used to be. She wasn’t toned and in great shape. Yet these men made her feel beautiful.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Abby,” Seth said in answer to her unspoken thoughts.

  Mike cupped her breasts, his chin brushing against her hair. “I’ve jacked off thinking about you this past year.”

  She turned her head to look at him. “You have?”

  He grinned down at her. “Oh yeah. I came hard thinking about all the ways I wanted to fuck you.”

  She couldn’t believe he was telling her this. That he had fantasies about her. That he masturbated thinking about her.

  “Lick and suck her nipples, Seth,” Mike said, and Abby turned her attention back to Seth.

  Mike held her breasts, and Seth leaned in. Abby’s breath caught as Seth’s lips closed around one peak, his tongue warm and wet as he licked the distended bud. Her knees nearly buckled, the sensation rocketing to her pussy. She shuddered and moaned, biting down on her lip.

  His mouth was so soft, and watching him do it to her was an incredible thing. Sex with Chad had always been in the dark. And of course, foreplay wasn’t in his realm of knowledge. Then again, Seth and Mike were nothing like Chad. These men had so much raw, potent sexuality there was no comparison. Her ex-husband was a moron. And she’d missed out on years of phenomenal sex.

  She arched her back, willing him to take more of her nipple into his mouth. Seth dropped to his knees, grasping both breasts in his hands and licking first one nipple, then the other.

  “You’re shaking, Abby,” Mike said. “I think you have very sensitive nipples. Does it make your pussy even wetter when Seth sucks them?”

  “Yes.”

  He reached behind her and lifted her dress, his hand on the bare skin of her buttocks nearly driving her to the floor. But he wrapped an arm around her waist, refusing to let her fall.

  “Mmm, such smooth, soft skin. And these sexy little stockings and garter. Did you dress to seduce Seth and me tonight, Abby?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you fantasize about fucking us?”

  “Yes.”

  “Take her panties off, Seth.”

  Seth trained his gaze on her face, then slipped his hands under her dress, sliding his palms over her thighs and reaching for the strings of her thong. He dragged the panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them.

  “I can smell you,” Seth said. “Like a sweet, musky honey, Abby. It makes me so goddamn hot.” He rubbed his thumb over her panties. “And these are soaked.”

  She wasn’t going to be able to stand up much longer. If Mike wasn’t holding onto her, she’d have collapsed. She couldn’t handle this much arousal, these overwhelming sensations. And they were just playing with her right now. The really serious stuff hadn’t even started yet. Her heart was racing, she was breathing in a fast, panting rhythm, and there was no way she could form a coherent sentence.

  “You’re doing fine, baby,” Mike said in answer to her unspoken thoughts. “We know this is a new experience for you. Just relax and let us take care of you.”

  Take care of her? If it got any hotter than this, she was going to pass out and miss the whole experience.

  “Ever known a woman like Abby, Mike?” Seth asked. “You’re like this sweet, innocent little thing. But there’s a fire burning inside you, Abby. A spark waiting for a flame.”

  “You just needed us to light you up,” Mike replied, palming her buttocks and slipping his hand between them.

  She couldn’t help it. It had been so long since a man had touched her pussy. When she felt Mike’s warm, hot hand cup her, she let out a shaky whimper.

  “Shh, it’s okay.” He rocked his palm against her. She was soaked, knew she was flooding his hand. But she couldn’t stop the sensations, the way her body responded. And she didn’t want to. She wanted to come and come hard against his hand.

  “Please, please touch me.”

  “Oh, I’m going to touch you, Abby. All. Night. Long.”

  She shut her eyes and gave herself up to the sensation of his fingers probing her throbbing pussy, slipping inside her with first one finger, then two. She felt the pulses as her cunt surrounded him, the sweet contractions of pleasure at the invasion.

  Oh, it felt so good to feel human touch against her body again. She hadn’t realized how alone and isolated she’d been the past few years, how she’d come to depend on only her own touch. How much she’d missed a man’s hand against her flesh. Inside her, thrusting slowly, the sweet rush of her juices pouring forth in response.

  She moved against his hand, squeezing and releasing, finding a rhythm that would give her release. So lost in her own world of self-pleasure, she almost forgot she wasn’t alone.

  She’d spent so much time alone. Way too long.

  “Look at me, Abby.”

  Seth’s voice, below her, called to her through this haze of ecstasy. She lifted her lids and looked down to see him on his knees, poised between her legs.

  “Spread for me.”

  Shuddering, she widened her legs. Mike thrust his fingers in deeper, and she let out a panting gasp.

  Seth leaned in and fit his mouth over her clit, sucking the hood between his teeth, licking along the folds to capture the tiny pearl that burst with pleasure.

  “Ahh, oh God,” she cried, digging her nails into Mike’s arm as she watched Seth’s tongue bathing her with warm, wet, relentless pulses, while Mike’s fingers fucked her with a steady rhythm. She couldn’t take it. Though it was too soon, she couldn’t hold back. She spun over the edge in seconds, tensing and arching her back, shuddering through a wild climax that seemed to come out of nowhere and caught her unaware. Mike held her, forcing his fingers past the tightening muscles of her cunt, continuing to pump her until she was right on the edge again.

  But when he pulled out, she nearly cried at the feeling of emptiness. Seth stood, and she was left shaky and alone, half-naked and feeling incredibly vulnerable.

  Not for long, though. Seth’s mouth met hers in a tangle of passion that surprised her. Where formerly he’d been slow and tender, now he was forceful and filled with a need that matched her own. He drove one hand into her hair, wrapping his hand into the tangle of curls and pulling her head back, ravaging her mouth with relentless stabs of his tongue. She met him eagerly, fumbling for the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

  Behind her, she heard the rustle of clothing, assumed Mike was undressing. When he tugged at her skirt, she didn’t even pull away from Seth’s mouth. A hunger possessed her now, and all she wanted was these men inside her, in any way possible. The soft preliminaries and nice conversation were over. She wanted hard cocks inside her, and she wanted them now.

  Mike resisted the impulse to rip his clothes off, but damn if Abby didn’t make the task arduous. The scent of her filled the air around him, his hand covered with her come. He licked it from his fingers. Sweet, tangy, making him want to bury his face between her legs until he heard her soft cries again.

  She came fast. When she let go, she really let go. His cock was painfully rigid and ready to go off just listening to her whimper and feeling her cunt tighten around his fingers.

  Worthless ex-husband of hers. He’d bet a million the man had treated her like shit the entire time they were married. The guy should have his balls wound up in a rubber band until they rotted and fell off.

  Ah, screw her ex, the worthless dickhead. Right now Abby was all that mattered. And getting inside her, every which way possible. He tore off his shirt and unfastened his pants, letting them slip to the floor and kicking them away. Soon he was naked and tugging down her dress, casting it on top of his clothes.

  “Damn.” Garters and stockings. Nothing turned him on more. Something about a woman still partially dressed made his balls quiver. He kneeled behind her and swept his hands upward from her ankles to her thighs, savoring the feel of silk against his palms, lingering where the lace met the straps of her garters. He inhaled her musky fragrance, reached between her legs to capture some of the moisture there. He could see it dripping from her, she was so fucking wet, and he could imagine how easily he could slide inside her, bury himself to the hilt.

  His cock lurched, demanding it.

  He stood and looked at Seth, who had just finished undressing. It was good to be such close friends with someone. Someone you trusted and knew so well. He motioned Seth to the couch with an inclination of his head. Seth nodded and smiled.

  Yeah, Seth knew where Mike was headed with this.

  “Abby, I want my cock in your pussy.”

  Abby half-turned. Her half-lidded gaze told him she was gone, drunk with passion and the need to fully experience this.

  “Fuck me,” she said, her voice harsher than he’d ever heard from her.

  He knew there was a wildcat lurking underneath all that innocence. Barely leashed and just waiting for the right man—or men in this case—to let her out of her cage. He loved a woman whose passions met his own. And Abby was having her first taste of this kind of wildness.

  Yeah, her ex was a dimwit.

  Her gaze darted to his cock, her eyes widening for a second. He grasped his shaft and stroked it for her, letting her see what she was getting. She swallowed, licked her lips, and turned away from him to focus on Seth.

  Seth sat on the couch and beckoned to her, his hand closing around his shaft. “Suck my cock, Abby.”

  Mike stepped behind her and placed his hand on the middle of her back, directing her forward. She bent from the waist and placed her hands on Seth’s thighs while at the same time spreading her legs.

  In this position, Mike had a perfect view of her pussy. She’d shaved it bare, the pink, puffy lips wet and swollen. His cock twitched at the delectable sight of her spread out like a feast for his mouth. He squatted, leaning in to take a long, slow swipe with his tongue, needing to taste her.

  The sweetest cream. She shuddered and spilled more of it onto his tongue. Oh yeah, he could lick her like this until she came again. The temptation to take her there was strong, to linger between her legs and suck her pussy until she was begging to come. But this time, he wanted her to come on his cock.

  He nestled against her buttocks, taking a moment to run his hand along the curve of her hip, savoring the position, the curve of her body. He probed between her pussy lips, her heat drawing him in.

  He was big, and he knew it, so despite the urge to plunge inside her with one quick thrust, he took his time, giving it to her slow and easy and gauging her reaction by watching her. Her nails dug into Seth’s thighs as she paused, her lips just a fraction of an inch from Seth’s cock.

  Christ, she was tight. He could tell she hadn’t been used in awhile. Her pussy gripped him like a vise, squeezing and pulsing. Damn good thing he had decent control, or he’d be coming right now. Her cunt was sweet heaven, and he wanted to be in there for awhile. And the sounds she made—the soft little groans and whimpers as he eased his way in—were enough to drive a sane man crazy.

  He’d had his share of women over the years, but Abby was something special.

  And that surprised the hell out of him. Because Mike never thought women were special. A woman was good for a fuck, and that was it. No doubt Abby was a good fuck, but there was a lot more to this woman than just a one-night screw.

  Quit thinking. Thinking only led to emotion, and emotion only led to entanglement, which was unfamiliar and unwelcome territory.

  Once she’d grown accustomed to his size, once he felt her juices pouring over him and her body easing onto him, he thrust hard and buried himself the rest of the way, taking in her stunned cry with a sense of satisfaction. He’d hurt her a little, but she liked it. He could sense it in her gasping moans, the way her cream poured over his balls, and the way she fucked back against his dick.

  Welcome to the Nottingham Monster, Abby.

  Abby felt like she’d been impaled by a monster. A monster-sized cock in her pussy. She couldn’t breathe as Mike’s cock pulsed within her, filling her. It had been so damn long since she’d felt a dick inside her. A real one, anyway. There was definitely a discernible difference between a real man and a dildo. Heat swelled inside her, and he moved. God, how he moved against her. It hurt, but it felt so damn good as he rubbed her g-spot with his sizable cock.

  And right in front of her eyes was another cock. Seth’s. What a turn-on to see him watching her get fucked by Mike with a look of hunger in his eyes, stroking his own shaft and waiting for her to take it in her mouth. To know he wanted her so badly he was touching himself in anticipation.

  She had a hunger of her own, too. She wanted a taste of him. The chance to have two cocks at the same time, to pleasure two men. She bent down and let Seth guide his cock head to her lips, sliding her tongue out to taste the cream that lingered just on the tip.

  “Salty,” she said in a voice too low, too sexy to be her own. She licked her lips in satisfaction.

  Seth’s chin dipped to his chest, and he cocked his head to the side, his half-lidded gaze incredibly exciting. Who knew that turning a man on could be so arousing to her? It wasn’t like she had a ton of experience there. She paused, waiting for him to thrust his cock in her mouth.

  But he didn’t. Instead, he waited for her to take it, putting her in control. Oh, she liked that part. She’d never been a tease before. This was her opportunity. She swept her tongue over him again, taking her time to savor the soft, velvety texture of the satiny crest, to let her saliva flow over the shaft so she could stroke it with her hand. She enveloped his cock head between her lips, sucking it gently into her mouth. Seth groaned and pushed upward with his hips, feeding his cock to her.

  Behind her, Mike gave her slow, deliberate strokes, sliding in, then back out, making it easy for her to concentrate her efforts on sucking Seth’s cock. To be the recipient of such earth-shattering pleasure while at the same time giving it to someone else was almost too much to absorb at one time. But she was determined to memorize every stroke, every taste and texture. Burn it into her memory banks so she would never forget this one special night.

  Because this wild woman getting fucked and simultaneously sucking a man’s cock wasn’t the real Abby Lawson. She was a fantasy, a daydream, and she was going to enjoy every magical moment of her fantasy world for as long as it lasted.

  seven

  Seth thrust upward, watching his cock disappear between Abby’s full lips. He looked over her at Mike, watching the taut lines of concentration on his face as his friend fucked her, imagining what it must feel like to be buried in her hot little pussy.

  Soon enough he’d be tucked inside her cunt. The thought of it made his balls quiver. If he could, he’d be in both places at once. But he couldn’t, so he focused on her lips. Her mouth was wet liquid heat, surrounding him, sucking him, driving him to an unbearable agony as he fought back a climax that threatened to rush forth like a geyser. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling the pins out and tossing them aside, freeing the soft waves to cascade along her face. That’s the way he liked her, with her hair unbound and framing her face. She looked wild and untamed as her emerald green eyes met his, the fire of her arousal burning him.

  She loved giving pleasure as much as she enjoyed receiving it. That didn’t surprise him, considering how much he knew about her. She savored his cock like a hungry animal, pulling it out to stare at it, lick the drops of pearly liquid gathering at the head, only to devour it once again, swallowing him all the way to the back of her throat.

  He could come down her throat, and she’d take it all, swallow every pulsing drop of it. Her eagerness and enjoyment of tonight amazed him. Oh, she’d been unsure of herself at first, hesitant about this whole thing, but now she was enjoying every second of it. He liked seeing her unleashed like this, but admittedly, a part of him wanted this wildness all for himself, wanted her licking only his cock, fucking only him.

  Tonight, though, was for Abby. Tonight, he had to share.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said, lifting his hips to feed her. “Suck it deep.” He made eye contact with Mike, saw the way Mike gritted his teeth, and knew he was close. Seth didn’t think either of them were ready to come yet. Not until Abby had her turn again. He watched the movements of her mouth, mentally tamping down the urge to drive his shaft faster between the tight suction of her lips, then reached for her face, pulling her up.

  “Enough for now.”

  “I want you to come,” she said, her voice no more than a throaty whisper.