Her breath still came heavy, heated—and when Rogan’s finger dipped into her naked pussy, stroking upward, just once, through her wetness, a shocked moan escaped her. And then his hands were closing hard over her breasts at the precise moment Ethan moved back in, pressing his palms against her inner thighs and sinking his mouth where Rogan’s finger had just been.
There was nothing tender or gentle about this—Ethan ate her vigorously, clearly as excited as she was now. She whimpered helplessly as the pleasure spiraled through her, Rogan kneading her boobs at the same time, and her arms rose instinctively over her head and behind her to thread through his thick hair as she raised her pelvis against Ethan’s mouth.
As before, Rogan spilled hot kisses across her shoulder, then up her neck—one more sensation added to the barrage she now basked in. Then his mouth pressed against her ear and his voice came low, sexy. “You’re so fucking hot, babe. Always. But right now more than ever.”
The rasped words fueled her, empowered her.
Don’t be shy here. Just react the way your body tells you to.
And so she found herself thrusting harder at Ethan’s mouth—which he’d now closed over her clit. She bit her lip, then sucked in her breath hard when he thrust two fingers into her below, fucking her with them.
“Oh God, oh God,” she murmured. She watched Ethan’s face as the pleasure quickly arced higher and higher. She took in the sight of Rogan’s hands firmly massaging her breasts. Beyond that, though, she didn’t think—she
couldn’t
think. She simply followed the ebb and flow of her body’s instincts. And when Ethan began to rub his tongue in hot, rhythmic circles on her hungry clit, more high-pitched, uncontrolled whimpers left her.
“Aw, that’s right, babe—fuck his mouth. I want to see you come. Come for both of us. I want to see you come so fucking hard.”
Rogan’s deep voice had always possessed the ability to push her over the edge when he whispered dirty things, and this time was no exception. A few seconds later Mira tumbled headlong into a wild, jagged orgasm that shook her body of its own volition, vibrating through her like an explosion as she cried out her release, over and over.
As she came down from it, trying to catch her breath and recover, she heard herself whispering. “Oh God. Oh God.”
When she’d been younger, there had been times while fooling around with boys, not even necessarily having sex, when … well, she knew if regret was going to set in, it would arrive now, on the heels of orgasm, when the fever of lust and need had been quenched and sanity returned. And so she looked down at herself, sprawled rather inelegantly at the moment, and tried to gauge her feelings, tried to weigh it all. Yet before she could even begin to grasp her own reaction to any of this, Ethan stood up, ripped his T-shirt off over his head, then undid his khaki cargo shorts and let them drop.
She just watched, sucked in her breath. Why had she thought, even for a second, that her climax was the end of anything?
Self-involvement, she supposed. Which perhaps made sense right now. She’d been the unsure one here, the one who’d needed a little coaxing, convincing. And Ethan had driven home repeatedly that this was
her
birthday present, about
her
.
But now she was remembering that he’d candidly admitted he wanted it, too. And she knew with clarity that Rogan was just as into it, as well. So, yeah, maybe she could be a little selfish here, but at the same time … she was being reminded that she wasn’t the only one playing, and she wasn’t even the one calling the shots.
Ethan kicked off his shoes as he stepped free from the shorts, naked and well-built before her. As a younger woman, she’d of course been drawn to male bodies, but only as she’d begun to get a little older had she really grown to appreciate the full measure of their beauty. Where women were beautiful because they were soft, men were beautiful because they were hard. And Ethan fit her image of a beautiful, hard male body just now. The muscles of his shoulders, arms, were not as pronounced as Rogan’s, but they were well-defined, almost chiseled, from working out a few times a week—a habit he’d kept up even after leaving the police force. Dark hair sprinkled his chest, narrowing into a line that led straight down his stomach to the stiffened cock that stood at attention between his legs. And that was where her gaze stuck.
Just looking at it made her pussy surge with fresh moisture, even after having just come. The walls of her vagina contracted with want as she studied the thick cylinder shot through with lines and veins that made it appear almost … angry, and certainly demanding, powerful.
Yet as he stepped forward, she realized her pussy wasn’t where he was going to put it right now. In fact, it hovered at the exact height of her mouth—which, to her slight surprise, made
that
part of her body yearn to take his erection inside, as well.
And so as he moved even closer, holding the hard, beautiful shaft down level to her, she parted her lips, opened wide. She watched as his cock came closer, a dot of white pre-come having gathered on the tip—yet as he fed it slowly but surely into her waiting mouth, he said, “Look at
me
.” So as the erection slid toward her throat, stopping when her lips rested about halfway up its length at the point Ethan knew she could handle comfortably, she raised her gaze.
And even as she began to glide her mouth wetly back and forth on her boyfriend’s beautifully solid cock, as she let it fill that part of her to capacity before easing back slightly and then going deeper once more, she thought how strange it was that Rogan still held her. Through all of this. Odd that Ethan was the one doing things to her, yet it was Rogan who cradled her in his embrace. He still caressed her breasts, though slower now, in time with her movements up and down Ethan’s shaft; his own erection still pressed firmly to the center of her ass through his blue jeans. And now he whispered, voice low in her ear, “Suck that cock, babe. That’s so damn good. Keep sucking it.” She wondered if Ethan could even hear the words. And if he couldn’t, did he wonder what Rogan was saying to her?
As in their past, she found that his throaty voice spurred her on, compelling her to do more of what already came naturally. She thought of oral sex as sort of … an acquired taste, an act she’d assumed was all for the man’s pleasure when she was younger, but she had since come to fully appreciate and even relish it. So at Rogan’s prodding, now she sucked Ethan’s cock a little more vigorously, went down on him a little farther and listened to him moan. And now
he
murmured hot words, too. “God, yeah, that’s good. You’re so good, baby, so good. And you look so perfect with my dick in your mouth.”
She watched him the whole time and felt deliciously dirty to be reminded of how she must appear right now, how obscene with her mouth filled that way. And the fact that Rogan watched, too—Lord, his face was right next to hers and she could smell the musky aroma of him mixing with the scents of sex even as she took Ethan’s erection deeper, deeper.
When Ethan began to thrust, she didn’t mind—she let his slickened length slide toward her throat and focused on loosening the muscles there, letting him fill her as much as possible without gagging. Because she wanted to amaze them now. She wanted to be their perfect, dirty, sexual plaything. Like before, as she’d neared orgasm, she reached that place of leaving the rest of herself behind for only the sexual being that resided deep inside her. She’d never found that part of herself before Rogan, but she’d experienced it many times since, and now she was experiencing it in a fuller, stronger way than ever before. She was all in this now, completely, and simply basked in the pleasure of having them watch her, these two most important men in her life.
And though she already took ample pleasure in what was happening—oh Lord, much more assaulted her when one of Rogan’s hands dropped from her breast to the spot between her still parted thighs. He smoothly thrust two fingers inside her, immediately using the heel of his palm to massage her clit. She moaned wildly around the dick in her mouth—God, Rogan had always known how to use his hands, and he did nothing halfway, his mode of touching her now instantly bold and possessive, as if he were taking ownership of her pussy for a while.
She undulated against his hand without thought as she groaned deeply around Ethan’s cock, meeting his small thrusts toward her throat with greater abandon. Sucking him had started out as a slower, less wild thing than when he’d eaten her, but now it had progressed to something ravenous and untamed.
Until finally he drew back, pulled out of her mouth.
Her lips felt stretched, a little sore, well-used.
Rogan’s fingers stilled in her, and as she met Ethan’s gaze she wondered what he saw in her eyes. So many emotions ravaged her, after all—she could barely process all of them. Was he seeing her as the “girl gone wild” she’d suddenly let herself turn into? Would she become to him exactly what she’d feared—would he have no choice but to see her as a slut, some brazen wanton who’d suddenly tossed her morals out the window?
But that’s when he lifted his hands to her face, leaned down, and kissed her. A soft, deep kiss that resonated all through her. And for a second there, she forgot all about Rogan, forgot everything that was going on except for the fact that she felt … loved. And she realized what an extraordinary man she had in front of her.
She could imagine that
most
men would promise a sustaining love when trying to talk their girlfriends into extreme sex like this, but she also suspected—even instinctively
knew
—that many of them would feel differently afterward.
And maybe it wasn’t even their faults. Everyone was taught certain sexual mores from early in life and they could run gut deep, almost based more on conditioning than on any decisions a person could make about how he or she wanted to feel. And yet Ethan was showing her in this kiss that he still cherished her just the same, and she knew without doubt that opening up this way, letting her more sexual side take over, was indeed bringing them closer, was delivering them to a new intimacy, even just half an hour into this weekend of ménage à trois he’d planned for her, for
them
.
Only when the kiss ended and their eyes met once more, his filled with fresh heat, did she think again about Rogan behind her. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten him—only that her focus had narrowed so tightly on Ethan for a moment. But Lord, Rogan’s hand remained between her legs and had been there—even if unmoving—the entire time she’d shared that sweet, sexy kiss with the man she loved. The very realization kicked up her heartbeat anew.
That’s when Ethan stood upright and, without warning, walked away, across the room.
And Rogan thrust his demanding fingers back into her, jolting her slightly and making her cry out.
She began to pant as he fucked her with them—because she couldn’t
not
. She got lost in it again, her body taking over as he brought his other hand up to her mouth to touch her lips—then he pushed two fingers inside her there, as well.
She didn’t think, just responded, sucking on his fingers almost as if they were a cock—and she realized she
ached
for that now—a cock, inside her, in her pussy, where it belonged.
She stayed vaguely aware of Ethan in the distance, saw him heading back in their direction now, carrying a thick couch cushion in hand. He dropped it to the floor before her and she had no idea why—until he knelt atop it and she realized the added height put his erection at exactly the right level to fuck her.
She sucked in her breath at knowing she was about to be filled, finally, and it was suddenly all she wanted in the world. Rogan’s fingers left her mouth, and her pussy, as well, both hands moving to her breasts. He used his fingertips to rub the moisture from both areas onto her nipples, forcing a breath of fresh arousal from her lungs as she sat before Ethan, legs still spread.
“Aw God, I love you,” he murmured deeply as he placed his hands on her thighs, leaning in, positioning himself.
And something about those words, now, took her breath away. They seemed at once so out of place and yet so … incredibly perfect. Like that kiss, they reminded her.
No matter what I do, he loves me.
“I love you, too, E,” she told him.
Now please, please, put it inside me before I die.
She watched, and so did he, as the head of his cock pushed inward, and then he glided deeply, smoothly, to the hilt. All three of them let out soft moans and she realized Rogan was watching over her shoulder just as closely as she and Ethan were.
Ethan stayed like that, buried within her slickness, for a long moment while they all simply took in the sight, at once obscene and profoundly personal. “Please, more,” she heard herself whimper without quite planning it.
Her boyfriend flashed a slightly incredulous grin. “That’s all I got, honey. Are you saying it’s not enough?”
“No, I’m saying …” She shook her head, feeling a little frustrated, then whispered, “Fuck me. Please.” Saying that to Rogan had once been easy. And to Ethan she’d said it plenty of times, too. But something about saying it now, asking for it, in front of them both, had come a little more difficult.
Yet she reaped her reward when he replied, “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you all right,” just before he eased the thick shaft halfway out and then thrust it back in.
“Oh!” she cried out in pleasure.
Yes, thank God!
Because all of this foreplay had been hotter than hot—the most exciting experience she’d ever had—but now she was ready for the main event.
At first, Ethan repeated what he’d just done—pulling back in a slow, wet glide, then plunging deep and making her cry out each time. Rogan alternated between caressing her breasts fully and then just teasing or pinching at the hard nipples, adding to her lust. And all three of them seemed fixated on watching the way Ethan moved in and out of her pussy.
“Watch that pretty cunt take that big cock,” Rogan said, low, squeezing her breasts.
Cunt
. Rogan had always used that word interchangeably with
pussy
, and though she knew it offended some people, she’d always taken it in the way he’d intended, as just one more name for “my favorite place on your hot body,” as he used to tell her. Now, as ever it seemed, his dirty talk upped her desire as the opening between her legs swallowed Ethan’s erection again and again.