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  Jake had tied the blindfold around her head with a gentle tug. He had lifted her into his arms and had placed her just so, while he bound her with leather and tinsel.

  Now, she waited. She’d felt the swish of the satin sheets as Jake moved off the bed. He left her with a soft, “Be patient, love. I will be right back. Shh…” and a gentle touch of his finger to her lips. That was several minutes ago. The longer she lay in wait, the more heightened her sexual being became. Every nerve in her body stood alert.

  He came to her without words, at first touching the hard pebble of her breasts with his fingertips. He pinched and twisted, and she gasped with pleasure. That lone touch caused her to squirm a little.

  With a finger, he lifted her chin to angle her face up. The kiss he placed on her lips was sweet and sinful. Her breathing deepened as he slowly delved into her mouth with his tongue, and they mingled breath and lips.

  She’d played a little with being cuffed and tied up prior to this but for some reason, blindfolding had never occurred to her, or her partners. She wondered why, because just the one kiss from Jake and only the touch of his lips to hers-coupled with not being able to see-had heightened her awareness and her pleasure.

  She could get used to this.

  Now she felt his hands on her face, cupping her cheeks in his palms. He angled closer and sat on the bed. Leaning his way with the shift, she felt the heat of his body next to hers.

  Lost in the single sensation of his lips plying hers, she found herself slinking into the nest of pillows, lying prone on the bed. The headiness of his kiss overtook her, while his hands smoothed down the column of her neck with lazy, feathery strokes. Involuntarily, she jerked at her bonds, wanting to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer.

  “Later, Bree…” he breathed. “I will let you loose later. Patience, love.”

  Lying still, she waited, silently agreeing.

  “I am going to move slow, Bree. We have hours. I hope you do not object.”

  “No,” she said softly.

  “Good.”

  “Do you like the blindfold?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I want you to keep it on.”

  That was just fine with her. With a light touch, he trailed his fingertips over her chest and circled each nipple. Her breasts swelled as his touch and she arched into his hands. He lifted and palmed their weight, rolled and squeezed her nipples. Leaning into her, he took one hard bud between his teeth and tugged.

  Then again. Harder.

  Oh, damn…

  A sex-charged current zinged from that nipple straight to her clit. Jake continued a slow, deliberate assault with his teeth…sucking, teasing, tugging, tempting…

  And nearly sending her over the edge.

  So lost in the sensation, she barely registered another shift on the bed, until she felt a cool hand slowly work its way up the inside of her calf…and thigh. It took a couple of seconds for her brain to register that there were still, indeed, two hands at her breasts, but a third was easing toward her pussy.

  What?

  “Jake!”

  “Shh, love…”

  She jerked away. “Stop. Stop!” She twisted to the side, moving her legs away from whoever was at her feet. Jake continued toying with her breasts.

  Fingers below grazed her pussy.

  Again, she twisted, trying very hard to ignore the fabulous sensation being created down there. What is happening? “Stop, Jake. Take this blindfold off of me now!”

  “Lay back, Bree. Quiet now. I do not want you to talk.”

  Dammit. “Lay back? Relax? Whose hand is that?” Fingers again, probing… “Stop. Dammit. Stop.” Oh, hell. “Red. Red!”

  Everything did, indeed, stop.

  “Shit.” She cursed between her teeth, while attempting to shift upward against the headboard. “Take this blindfold off of me, now.”

  She sat in silence for a moment, then finally, hands went behind her head and the blindfold was off. It took a moment of blinking before she registered who was sitting on the bed before her.

  Jake and Carson.

  “Oh, fuck…”

  Both were naked. Both stared at her in wild expectation. Both of them oozed the promise of delicious, decadent sex.

  And both were waiting for her to say something.

  Thing was, she couldn’t think of one thing to say.

  Carson inched forward. “Bree…”

  “What do the two of you want from me?” There, that would cut to the chase.

  Jake moved closer. “We want you, Bree. Both of us.”

  “Both of you?”

  Her gaze shifted from one man to another.

  “Yes.”

  “And you thought blindfolding me and bringing in Carson would make me receptive to that? Have you thought about a simple conversation?”

  “We thought you might enjoy this.”

  Well, damn, they were right. She was beginning to enjoy it. “I…” She truly didn’t know what to say. “I just need for you two to talk. I don’t have words right now.”

  Resigned, she sank back into the pillows. “Talk,” she ordered.

  Jake opened his mouth to speak, but Carson interrupted. “Let me,” he said, scooting closer to her side. “Honey, I know that you and I haven’t had much time, but there is a spark there, you have to agree.”

  Nodding, she did agree. They’d made eyes all evening and the slip of his finger up her dress last night had thrilled her beyond belief. She’d not been able to set that feeling aside for long.

  “You have a sexual potency that is extremely attractive to both of us,” he continued. “We both lived bi-sexual lives for a long time until we committed to each other. But you…you have tempted us back to where we feel most comfortable. There has never been another woman we’ve each felt this attracted to.

  “Jake has been struggling for months. I don’t want to lose him. I love him. And he loves you. I know you, and I need time, but there is a strong attraction, and I think…”

  She searched his eyes and he paused before saying his next words. “I think the three of us will make a lovely couple, er, threesome. Bree, we want you in our lives. Permanently.”

  So there it was. Dumbfounded, she swallowed and hooked her gaze into Carson’s. Slowly, she dragged it away and then connected with Jake.

  Both of them?

  Would that satisfy her want for variety? Give her what she needed in a relationship?

  “You did say earlier, sweetheart, that one man was not enough for you.”

  That, she did.

  She took a moment to think. Reflect. And wonder…

  “I have only one request,” she told them finally.

  “Your wish is our command.” Jake reached for her hand and held it.

  She nodded. “All right. Put the blindfold back on me and take away the straps. I have a feeling I am going to need both of my hands. But for our first time together, I don’t want to see. I just want to feel and meld you together in my head.”

  And heart.

  I just want to feel, experience, and fall in love with you both. I don’t want to think about who is who, and who is doing what.

  She paused and watched both of their eyes grow round. “Now, please. Green.”

  * * * *

  The last thing she saw was Jake moving toward her with the blindfold. He fastened it snug around her eyes, then moved to rest beside her on the bed. Carson joined them on the opposite side. For a little while, she lay there sandwiched between them, absorbing the heat of their bodies and relishing in the musky smell of men, plural, flanking her.

  Turning on one side, she nuzzled into the body on her left. Jake, she was certain. Carson spooned her from behind. Hands wandered over her body from both sides and she simply closed her eyes and let the scene play out in her head behind the silky scrap of fabric.

  Being the center of attention between two virile males was definitely not a bad thing, she confessed to herself. There was no hint of
resistance even, to whether she should or shouldn’t do this. It just seemed right. And the more they smoothed their big male hands over her torso and hips and breasts, the more she was just lost, resigned to live in the moment.

  They soon felt like one being.

  Jake wasn’t Jake and Carson wasn’t Carson and Bree wasn’t even Bree anymore. Their bodies writhed and rubbed and angled over each other, reminding her of kittens at play; their lean lengths stretched and limber, their actions uninhibited, their passions ready to pop.

  A hand slipped between her thighs from the rear. Fingers groped and toyed with her ass. She spread her legs and allowed him access. Her pussy was hot, she could tell, and wet. Her thighs sticky with her nectar. A manly groan from behind her came forth and each of their bodies shifted position. Suddenly, Bree was up on her knees, with strong hands firmly placed just above her hips, holding her steady. She had one man behind her and one in front of her.

  Her sense of touch, or near touch, was heightened. She could sense their presence.

  The one behind smoothed his hands over her ass and settled himself close. With his mouth, he started at her inner thigh and nibbled his way up toward her core. In the meantime, the other man’s hands took her face into his palms and angled her toward him. A soft something brushed against her cheek…something smooth as velvet.

  “Yes,” she told him. “Cock.” She wanted his cock. It didn’t matter if it was Jake or Carson, she wanted a cock her mouth.

  Now.

  Soon her desire was granted. A firm head of kid-leather soft flesh pushed against her mouth. She parted her lips and curled them over him, taking his head into her wetness. Bracing herself with one hand against the mattress, she grasped him with the other to steady him as she licked. The length and size made her wonder if it was Jake, but she couldn’t be certain, even though she was quite familiar with his organ. Wouldn’t it be lovely if they both had cocks to rival a bull in heat?

  What a lucky girl she would be.

  That would certainly keep her home nights, wouldn’t it?

  She stroked with her tongue, playing over him like she was licking an ice cream cone and had to catch every drip; she circled him, tasting the salty drops of moisture at his tip, and smiled at the fullness he brought to her mouth.

  She pulled him deeper into her throat.

  Her mouth filled and stretched by him was heavenly. She anticipated that same sensation in other ways and areas of her body, very soon.

  Hands went to her head, holding her still, and the cock in her mouth began a slow and sure piston-like motion in and out. She felt the thrusts of his hips, and sensed him as he drew nearer, and then back again from her face.

  Behind her, the kisses on her inner thighs were moving closer to her core. Fingers spread her ass cheeks, exploring. Arching her back, she spread her legs a little to allow him easier access. A finger probed her hole and she moaned. He stroked, in and out, and added another finger to fill her vagina. Still nibbling, he worked his way up her leg and sent brief kisses down her crack. His tongue lightly rimmed her asshole, sending a thrill of delight straight through her.

  She sucked cock harder.

  Licking with broad strokes now, the tongue at her pussy laved over her perineum then slipped inside her vagina. He lanced into her with parries and thrusts…in and out…in and out… She grew lightheaded with over stimulation. Unexpectedly, her labia was caught between his lips and drawn into his mouth. He covered her opening and sucked hard. It was a different feeling, being pulled into him like that.

  Bree shuddered. Hard.

  Filled with a cock in front, and being teased and toyed with tongue from behind, made her lose all sense of time and place and inhibition. She was lost. And dammit, didn’t care.

  “Oh, fuck…”

  The sensation of tumbling overtook her and they worked to change positions on the bed. They rolled and she ended up on top of one man, straddling him.

  “There,” he said. “Ride me.”

  Eager to please and intrigued to find out what next was in store, she mounted her man’s rigid cock and relished in the feel of the over-sized organ in her pussy. “Oh, shit…” she said. “I like that.”

  “You’ll like this, too,” came the other voice.

  He was patient and that was a good thing. Leaning forward, she braced herself on the broad chest below. The man beneath steadied her with his hands on her forearms. Curling her fingers over his muscled breast, she leisurely moved up and down on his cock. All the while, behind her, her other lover was preparing to fuck her ass.

  His fingers where wet, she supposed with lubricant, as he circled and teased at the pucker of her hole.

  “Shit,” she heard the curse from behind. “I want inside you.”

  Her body responded to his ministrations. Her hole opened and flowered. He probed deeper with a digit and she felt the pressure from inside her vagina. The man beneath her groaned and she lay flat against his chest, her ass up, her mouth poised at a nipple. A strong urge to suck came over her, and so she did, fiddling with this erect nipple.

  Fingers threaded through her hair, then wound themselves tightly in her locks, holding her against him.

  The deeper the finger in her ass stroked, the faster she rode cock on the man between her legs.

  At once, she stilled, when the head of another dick slid down her crack and slipped over her slick perineum. She waited, expecting him to move back up to enter and fill her ass.

  He didn’t.

  The pushing came lower, where she was already impaled with one huge cock. Thumbs spread her apart. Fingers dipped inside, skimming along the dick that had already claimed her pussy.

  “I want in there, too.”

  The man beneath her growled and cried out, “Yes…”

  The cock behind was dancing over and around the one stroking inside her. He guided his dick with a hand and teased his partner’s cock, as well as her clit and vagina. Both men jerked their bodies with excited thrusts. Bree grew wild with the need for both of them to be inside her at the same time.

  At the same freakin’ time.

  “Fuck my pussy,” she told them. “I want both your cocks up my cunt.”

  With a deep inhale and a primal groan, she felt the poke. The bucking from beneath grew urgent.

  The spot near her pelvic bone that gave her so much pleasure was growing engorged and sensitive. The dick that belonged to the man behind her slipped inside a little. The pressure grew.

  And then more.

  “Oh, God…” she breathed. “Yes.”

  Mumbles, groans and small curses answered her.

  Cocks rubbed against cocks.

  Inside her.

  An incredible feeling of fullness, of being stretched as far as she could possibly be stretched, of being filled with the flesh of her lovers, overcame her. She savored the feeling of her two men inside her.

  Her two men.

  Plenty enough for her. Wherever would there be room for more?

  Not in this pussy.

  They stroked and she rode. Both cocks filled her, claimed her, and won her over.

  Tamed her.

  She screamed her release, which ripped across her pelvis unexpectedly. Both men held onto her and continued to stroke until first one, then the other, spilled inside her with shouts and shudders that rivaled the other.

  Moments later, sandwiched between them-with her sprawled on top one man and the other laying over her-Bree savored the sweet, sticky mess between her legs and the satisfied and semi-flaccid penises mingling next to her pussy. And smiled.

  Reaching up, she pulled the blindfold away from her eyes and met Jake’s languid grin. Carson gathered her hair back over her shoulder and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

  “We’ll take care of you, Bree. For always. All you have to do is say yes.”

  It didn’t take her long to respond. “Green.”

  Both men chuckled.

  “I love you guys,” she said then, in a soft, slumb
er-like voice. “Merry Christmas.”

  What she got back were contented sighs as they wrapped her up like a present between them and held her tight.

  Epilogue

  “So, what’s the plan for today?”

  Bree looked down at her Blackberry and punched the button to bring up her calendar. “I have a 10 a.m. appointment to show a condo downtown, and then a two o’clock this afternoon out on the west end of town. I’m good for lunch. That what you are thinking?”

  “Maybe.” Carson poured himself another cup of coffee and took a small sip. “Ah, nothing like caffeine to get the creative juices going.”

  Bree frowned. “Oh, well that answers that question.”

  “What?”

  She chuckled. “If your muse is nipping at you today, you’re not going to leave that studio to come buy me lunch.” Picking up her briefcase and purse, she moved toward him. “Let’s do a rain check.”

  “You’re sure?” he asked. “I hate to disappoint my baby girl.”

  She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You never disappoint me, big boy.” Tossing him a saucy smile, she chucked him on the cheek. “I need to get going.”

  She turned and he spanked her on the ass. Squealing, she headed for the door, just as Jake entered.

  “Casual day at the office?”

  Shaking his head, he replied, “Actually, I was thinking of working at home today.”

  “Oh good.” Stepping toward him, she brushed a stray hair off his white t-shirt. God, she loved that jet black mane. “Sounds like a plan. You’ve been working way too late the past few nights, so take it easy, okay? Take a nap or something.”

  Yawning, Jake put the back of his hand to his mouth. “I like that idea.”

  “Good. Well, I need to scoot.”

  “Drive safe, love.”

  “Of course.” She headed for the door then tossed her long mane and a sultry come-hither glance over her shoulder. “You boys be good while I’m gone today, okay? But if you’re not, be sure to think of me, you hear?”

  She left them with an air kiss, a little finger wave, and what she hoped, was the tempting sashay of her ass.

  Oh, they would think of her. She could guarantee it.