“If we pushed the beds together, someone—namely you—would be in danger of falling down the gap in-between,” Kansas said with reasonable logic. “Besides, I find myself wanting to hurry.” He grasped her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
Renee gave him a quick stroke and Kansas groaned.
“You have two hands,” Dakota pointed out.
She grinned and grasped his shaft too. She coordinated her strokes and received two masculine rumbles of contentment in return.
“Don’t tease us,” Kansas ordered, removing her hand. “Neither of us have had sex with a woman for a good month.”
“That sounds like a bad month,” Renee quipped.
“You had sex with Matto, so don’t poke the wolves in the room,” Kansas retorted.
Renee laughed, her merriment spluttering when the two men moved as one. Their mouths fastened on her breasts, the twin sensations zipping south to strike at the juncture of her thighs. A moan of enjoyment spilled free.
Things got serious then. Hands stroked her rib cage, her thighs, her hips. Kansas widened the gap between her thighs and used his hands while Dakota concentrated on kissing and playing with her breasts.
Kansas—she knew it was Kansas because he wore a silver pendant around his neck—ran one finger down her slit. He grazed her clit, giving her a ghost of pleasure. He leaned closer and then she couldn’t see because Dakota blocked her line of vision. He nibbled her bottom lip and nipped her, instantly soothing the sting with the sweep of his tongue.
She moaned against his mouth and he took the kiss deeper. Meanwhile, Kansas used his mouth on her, teasing her bud while he stroked a finger into her channel.
Renee coasted, the two-fold pleasure allowing her to ride on a never-ending peak of bliss.
Dakota pulled back on his kiss and stood. A drawer squeaked and the telltale crinkle of packaging told her he hadn’t exaggerated about supplies. “I’ll go on the bottom,” he said to Kansas.
Kansas lifted his mouth from her pussy, “Works for me.” He backed away while Dakota climbed onto the bed and lifted her so she straddled him.
“Put me inside you,” Dakota ordered.
Bemused, Renee did as he asked. She guided his cock to her entrance and pressed downward, enjoying the hell out of the way his big shaft burrowed inside her in an easy slide. When she went to lift up again, Kansas halted her, his callused hands cupping her hips.
“No,” he snapped. “Together.”
Renee giggled and tightened her inner muscles around Dakota’s dick.
“Stop that,” Dakota growled. “Save that for later.”
“Is she misbehaving?”
“In the best way,” Dakota confirmed.
The wheeze of a bottle told Renee things were about to get serious. Cold lube coated her rear entrance seconds later, her screech of protest filling the room along with masculine laughter.
“Payback,” Kansas chortled as he ran a finger around her pucker. He stroked and stretched, his easy confidence releasing the last of her fears. These two men knew exactly what they were doing. She relaxed and enjoyed the burn of his fingers. Dakota kissed her, and she barely moved when more of the cool gel coated her channel.
Kansas took his time until arousal had her wriggling and trying to rock. His big hand in the small of her back kept her still.
“Ready yet?” Dakota asked.
“Impatient much?” Kansas retorted.
“You’re not the one with a warm, snug pussy squeezing the life out of you.”
“Patience,” Kansas said.
The bottle wheezed yet again, but this time she thought she heard the rip of a foil package. The push of a cock at her pucker told her she was right.
She sucked in a breath, let it ease out and forced herself to relax while Kansas did his thing.
