I’m down for that but first I want the D. With a side of D.

  And tonight I want to boss them around a bit.

  So once the guys strip off all their clothes, I take off my glasses and point to the bed.

  “Lie down,” I say, and I don’t at all sound like a lady Domme, nor do I feel like one, but I’m positively giddy watching two ripped men lying down on a king-size bed, big dicks pointing at me.

  Me.

  They’re naked and I’m still in my bra and panties, and I like the power play as I settle between them, one knee between Ryker’s thighs, the other between Chase’s.

  “What’s it gonna be, sweetness?” Chase asks in the deep, swoony tone that sends hot sparks down my spine.

  I’m feeling a little saucy, so I give him a “How about you let me show you like I said?” as I slide a hand through the coarse hair on Ryker’s muscular thigh.

  Ryker lets out a satisfied sigh.

  I do the same to Chase, and the controlling man murmurs, “Dying to know what you’re up to.”

  “You really are bossy. If you let me be in charge for ten seconds you might get this,” I say as I reward Ryker for listening well by stroking his shaft.

  Ryker glances at Chase. “Just shut up. It’s worth—”

  His words die on his tongue when I lick the tip of his cock.

  “I’ll fucking listen,” Chase says, watching hopefully like a dog waiting for a treat while I draw the head of Ryker’s dick between my lips, wriggling my hips as I happily taste him for the first time. As I fist the base of his dick, I run my fingers up Chase’s leg, rewarding him at last. I slide my hand higher, up along the inside of his thigh, and he groans all while I draw Ryker deeper.

  “Mmm. Your mouth. Your fucking perfect mouth,” Ryker murmurs, curling one hand around my head, holding me in place.

  I flick my tongue along his length while I cup Chase’s balls. Chase lets out a throaty yessss, then threads strong fingers through my hair.

  Ohh.

  That’s really nice. Chase’s pushing my hair from my face so he can watch me suck his best friend’s dick.

  Maybe I’ll put on a show.

  I lock eyes with Chase. His glimmer.

  As Ryker relaxes into the moment, I lavish wicked attention on his dick, flicking my tongue along the head, then sucking it like a lollipop while Chase watches with dark eyes and parted lips and strong hands keeping my hair from obscuring the blow job view.

  I can’t leave Chase hanging though. I take mercy on Mister Bossy’s throbbing cock, stroking once, all the way up, then squeezing the tip right as I suck Ryker’s dick far into my throat.

  “God, yes,” Ryker groans, gripping my hair tighter, turning me on even more with his rough touch. “You need to feel her mouth. It’s fucking paradise.”

  Well, he makes a good point.

  In an instant, I switch men. As I grip Ryker’s dick, I suck on the head of Chase’s, lapping up a bead of arousal that’s just waiting for me.

  Chase utters a moan of surprise, then Ryker wraps his hand around my hand, showing me how he likes it, and I nearly combust. My cells are on fire. I’m sucking Chase’s dick and jerking off Ryker’s with him, and every inch of my body is electrified.

  “Look at you, sweetness,” Chase says, staring savagely at me devouring his cock. I try to imagine how I look to him—lips stretched wide with his dick while my hand is wrapped around another man’s thick shaft. My hair frames my face, and he sweeps it back so he can stare at my blow job lips. “Just look at you. You’re so fucking worked up you’re rocking your hips.”

  He’s right. I’m fucking air as I give their dicks the attention they deserve.

  Taking care of two men is winding me up. I’m hot all over. And wet beyond words between my thighs.

  Ryker wraps his hand tighter over mine, and I respond by shuttling faster while drawing Chase to the back of my throat.

  They both groan in tandem, and the deep harmony of their vocal pleasure is such a rush.

  I could come from servicing them.

  But Chase pushes up to his elbows, slowing my momentum. “That’s enough,” he hisses, then clasps my face, stopping me immediately. “Now it’s my turn to call the shots.”

  His tone is so authoritative that I sit up, listening.

  He’s up and moving, prowling around me. “Thoughts of you tortured me all day long. When I was on the ice, and in the weight room, then seeing the trainer, I was imagining how you’d taste. I need to eat you till you’re coming hard on my mouth.”

  His stern order sends a wild thrill through me, especially when he finishes it with, “And why don’t you suck Ryker’s cock while I eat you? But tease him. Toy with him—just like you teased me. I can’t have your mouth full of cock while I go down on you. I need to hear all the sounds you make when I eat that sweet, sweet pussy.”

  With a shiver, I smile as I unhook my bra. “Sounds good to me.”

  “And you better tease her right back,” Chase tells Ryker.

  “With so much fucking pleasure,” Ryker answers.

  I strip off my undies, but just so I don’t tempt the beast in the other room, I set them on top of the bureau, out of Nacho’s reach.

  Then, I get on my back and I spread my legs for one man and lick my lips for the other. I’m not feeling shy tonight.

  I’m feeling bold and beautiful under their gaze.

  17

  OPEN WIDE

  Chase

  She is heaven. Warm and slick, salty and sweet.

  And loud.

  Trina is so damn noisy that I’m humping the bed as I devour her. I swear I could come from going down on this goddess. She’s muttering oh god with every lick I bestow on her and with every kiss she gives Ryker’s dick.

  Too bad I’m going to have to shut her up any second. But first I need more of her. I wrap my arms tightly around her fantastic ass, drawing the wet paradise of her pussy even closer to my hungry mouth, then I lap her up, licking and flicking that little diamond of pleasure.

  She tastes so sinful and she’s so outrageously wet. I break for a second, because I’ve got to tell her.

  Except. Wait. No, she likes it better when I tell him. She’s twisted her face toward the side of the bed. Ryker’s standing there, teasing her lips with the blunt head of his cock.

  “She’s fucking delicious, isn’t she?” I say to him, and she rocks against me, seeking more of my mouth.

  His tone is feral. “Her pussy is like dessert,” he says, while stroking her face.

  Trina answers with an arch of her back then tugs him closer by the base of his dick, pushing him into her mouth.

  “She’s such a greedy girl,” I add, French kissing her pussy for a few delirious seconds as she moans.

  “Pretty sure she’s greedy for my cock right now,” Ryker says, offering more to her, feeding her another inch of his dick, but that’s all he’ll allow.

  And yeah. She’s ready. She’s fucking ready for what I want to do to her.

  Before the three of us started this evening, we asked her a few key questions about how far she wants to go tonight in bed, and she told us exactly what she’s interested in. I don’t plan on pushing her past her limits, but I do want to give her a rocket blast of pleasure.

  I suck on her clit, then let go. “Fuck her mouth, Ryker. Fuck that sweet mouth but don’t forget—she comes first. And once she does…be a gentleman and give her a minute.”

  Trina’s eyes flicker with wicked want as she manages a strangled please. Well, she can’t quite talk right now with his dick in her mouth.

  With a cocky grin, Ryker runs his thumb over her top lip. “I won’t shoot till our girl does. Now, eat her good, Chase.”

  “I plan to.” I go down on her like crazy, starving for her pleasure, eating her till she’s writhing and panting, then till she’s so lost from the bliss, she drops his dick from her mouth at last.

  “Oh god, yes, yes, yes,” she cries out as I haul her closer, burying my face in her pussy while giving Ryker a stop-sign hand.

  Trina shudders everywhere, coming ridiculously hard on my face, her hands grabbing at my hair, her body convulsing.

  When she’s clearly reached that overly sensitive point, I let go, swipe a hand over my face, then look to my friend, who’s stroking his eager dick. “Favor, Ryker,” I say casually, like it’s nothing.

  “Yeah, man?” he asks on a lazy upstroke, taking the same attitude.

  “Want to know why I said to give her a minute?” I ask as I rise and move around the bed to the nightstand.

  Trina’s watching me with sex-drunk but curious eyes.

  “Got a feeling,” Ryker says.

  “I want to know too,” Trina puts in, all rusty with desire.

  I open the drawer, grab a condom, and frisbee it across the bed to my buddy. He catches it easily.

  “Suit up and fuck her. But tell me how it feels. I need a play-by-play while she sucks my dick and takes yours.”

  Trina swallows visibly, her eyes widening. She’s still splayed on the bed, flushed and sexy. “Can he bend me over the bed, please?”

  Her eager tone is impossible to deny.

  I lean over her, cup her cheek, and kiss her deeply. “Yes. You deserve a good, hard pounding, baby. Get up and lift your ass for him.”

  Ryker’s already at the foot of the bed, sheathing his cock, while Trina scrambles off, slides in front of him, and presses her hands to the mattress, lifting her lovely ass. She cranes her neck behind her and shoots him a nervous but excited look—a look that makes me even harder.

  “You want this cock badly, don’t you?” he rasps out, running a hand down her back as he notches his dick against her heat.

  “I do. Dying to feel you,” she says to him, then turns to me. “And you.”

  “You’re doing so good,” I tell her since our girl deserves all the praise. “She’s working so hard tonight, and she needs more orgasms,” I say to Ryker, then narrow my eyes. “Now give her another. And do it fucking soon.”

  Ryker pushes in. With a sharp gasp, Trina shudders, her face so blissed out. Then, she looks even better when I get on the bed, kneel in front of her, and offer her my cock. “Open wide.”

  18

  LIFE KINK

  Trina

  Before I met these guys, I never knew I wanted two men at once. Now I can’t imagine wanting anything else in bed with such ferocity. Such intensity. I’m driven mad with lust. I’m hot and sweaty and wet and bursting.

  “She’s so fucking tight, man. The way her pussy is gripping me is insane,” Ryker says with a carnal moan.

  Sharp pulses of pleasure jolt my body as Ryker pounds me mercilessly. He punctuates each deep thrust with a stroke of his fingers over my clit, frying my cells.

  I want to scream in pleasure, but my mouth is full. Chase’s holding my face in his big hands while fucking my mouth.

  “I can’t fucking wait to get inside her. But how did you last with this mouth?” He slides out, giving me a break for one hot second.

  A second where my legs shake and my brain scrambles from their conversation about me.

  “Because I like the sound she makes when she comes more,” Ryker says, and pleasure twists in my belly, a low, delicious pull that signals a storm is coming soon.

  “I’m close,” I say on a whimper.

  Chase growls. “Me too. She sounds so fucking hot when she comes,” he says, then serves me his dick again, and I take it, lapping up his thick shaft. “Need to hear that sound real soon. Can you get her there, man?”

  I’m nearly there from their words, and I can’t answer with my own, but I just nod desperately so they know I’m right there with them on the edge, then I maneuver a hand between my thighs, over Ryker’s, rubbing my clit with him.

  He strokes and fucks, and soon, the pleasure is barreling through me, and I’m tipping over the edge, shattering in a million ecstatic pieces. There’s no room in me for anything but pure erotic bliss. It surges from my center to the ends of me.

  “Let us hear you, baby,” Chase urges, easing out. “Be as loud as you want.”

  I’m crying out instantly from the climax, while Ryker slams deeply into me, chasing his own.

  He’s close as well. I can tell by his pants. By the hard, heavy grunts. Chase is too, stroking his dick by my face. I want to finish him off with my mouth, but all at once, my brain pops with an image.

  “Come on me. At the same time,” I demand.

  Chase roars. “You heard her,” he says to his partner in pleasing me.

  In no time, Ryker pulls out, while Chase flips me to my back effortlessly. Ryker must remove the condom in a flurry, since he’s bare now, bending over me, jerking his dick on my stomach till he comes with a howl, ropes of white streaking across my stomach.

  “Yes, fucking yes,” Chase says, and the sight must send him over the cliff too, since he’s painting my tits with his come.

  The sight is so dirty, so sexy that I shove a hand between my thighs, flicking my clit furiously while rubbing their come into my tits with my other hand. Seconds later, I’m launching myself into a third orgasm from my own fingers.

  As I come loudly, they’re sandwiching me while kissing my face, my hair, my cheeks. They’re adoring me with their mouths and their tender touches as I pant and moan. Then, they both curl against me, holding me post-orgasm till I come down from this high.

  Only I don’t think I ever will.

  Sex is messy when you’re doing it with one person. But two? This shower is extra necessary.

  I’m standing under the rainfall shower in Chase’s city of a bathroom, finally clean of the evidence of my double dose of spunk but savoring the hot water.

  Oh, and I’m savoring Ryker’s hands on me. His attention makes me feel soft and special.

  After a speed demon shower before I got in, Chase left to take Nacho for a pee break. That’s something Jasper never did—walk my dog—so I’m feeling a little soft and squishy for Chase too.

  Ryker stands behind me, roaming his soapy hands down my back, spreading my strawberry bodywash over my skin. When he finishes my back, he spins me around and washes my arms, then my belly one more time. When he’s done, he meets my gaze, a concerned look in his dark eyes. “How are you feeling?”

  I blink as the steam enrobes us, trying to get a read on him, but his face is stoic again. “Um, good? Should I not be good?”

  He drops a kiss to my forehead, lingering there. “Just making sure. It was a lot for you,” he says softly.

  Ohh.

  Wow. That’s another thing I’m not used to either. A guy checking in with me post-sex. Asking thoughtful questions. My skin warms up, and I don’t think it’s from the heat of the shower.

  “Turns out I like…a lot,” I say, a little vulnerable as I make that admission.

  He tucks a finger under my chin. His midnight blue eyes capture mine with a steadiness that unnerves me since I don’t know what it means. Especially since he’s so quiet as he studies me, head tilted, thumb stroking my chin. Then, at last, he speaks. “Me too.”

  My heart beats so fast, understanding his silence now. I swallow, trying to figure out what to say next. But maybe this is one of those times when words don’t matter.

  I just let out a heady breath and say, “I’m still hungry. Are you?”

  With a smile, he says, “Famished.”

  Dried off and lotioned up, I pull on an An Open Book T-shirt, with the words I like big books and I cannot lie on it. Then I grab a pair of sleep shorts from my bag in my room, along with my glasses, and pad out to the kitchen where I’m greeted by twenty pounds of love, charging me.

  I bend down and Nacho leaps into my lap, tail wagging madly. “Was I gone forever?” I ask him.

  With a happy whimper, he licks my face, giving me his yes. “Well, now I’m back, little guy,” I say, then kiss his snout and return him to the couch. Immediately, he burrows his nose into the corner sofa pillow like it’s his new girlfriend. He’s actually rubbing his face against it. “Well, someone is in insta-love,” I remark as I head to the island counter to join the guys, where they’ve set down the takeout food.

  Chase hands me a glass of white wine. “Thank you,” I say, drawing a satisfied breath.

  This is the life. Mediterranean food. A late-night hang with two fantastic guys. My favorite critter nearby.

  But when I take a swallow, I nearly spit up the sauvignon. So much for good behavior. The perfect pup has turned full perv again. Nacho has shoved the couch pillow between his legs and is humping it.

  Mortified, I set down the glass, pop up from the stool, and rush over to him. “Nacho! No! Stop now!”

  That only motivates him more. He pumps faster. Rocking those doggy hips wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am style. This is so embarrassing. My dog is getting it on with our host’s pillow, and I can only imagine how he’s going to defile it any second. I do not want to clean that up. I will die.

  “Go, Nacho!” Chase shouts.

  “That’s it, boy! Bring it home,” Ryker catcalls.

  “Don’t encourage him,” I beg.

  My face flushes beet red as I grab my randy beast, but he clutches the pillow tightly, and I have to wrestle it from his libidinous paws. “We are guests,” I say, admonishing him when I finally free the pillow from his grasp.

  But the horndog is still humping air. “You were supposed to be a model canine,” I chide as the guys cheer him on.

  Not fair.

  Nacho pumps a few more times, determined to mate with a cushion.

  Then, one more time for those in the back.

  But, like a wind-up toy winding down, Nacho gives a final half-cocked thrust before he runs out of steam. Thoroughly shamed, I set him on the geometric area rug in front of the couch. “Stay here. On the floor. And don’t embarrass me a second time,” I say, and Nacho curls up like he did nothing disgusting.