Chapter 21
Krissa led the way, wet and dripping, through the dark house and into the bedroom, all three of them naked. “I might fall sleep,” she warned the two men as she handed out towels. Her body felt weak and lethargic; her mind fuzzy.
To her surprise, Nate accepted the towel from her, shook it out and started drying her off. He rubbed her hair between two towel-covered hands, dried her shoulders and throat, then her chest, lingering on her breasts. Derek took a cue from him, and stepped behind her to dry her back.
Having two men attending to her pleasure was so exquisite she couldn’t believe this was happening. Four male hands gently toweled her body dry, then lifted her onto the bed. She was thankful for that because she wasn’t sure if she was able to move. The heat of the hot tub and the shattering orgasm had left her limp and lazy.
When Derek and Nate had dried off, they climbed into bed with her, into what was becoming a usual pattern of Derek on her right and Nate on her left. She knew she needed to look after them, but at that moment she couldn’t move. Maybe if they just let her sleep for a few minutes…
But they had no intention of letting her sleep, apparently. They did, however, seem to understand her languor and once again, two mouths and four hands stroked and kissed and licked her everywhere. She floated on a cloud of sensual bliss. At first she reveled in the carnal sensation, aware of nothing but her sense of touch as hands petted her, mouths brushedher and tongues slid over her. But when two mouths sucked on her nipples at the same time, her body tightened and arched. Mouths tugged, teeth nipped, and sharp little sensations flashed from nipples to quivering clit. Thick, hot liquid arousal pooled between her legs, fever heated her skin. Need built inside her, coiling, to a tight, sharp point.
Her clit pulsed in time with her heartbeat and she parted her legs as hands slid there. She heard a distant moan and then realized it was hers. The panting breaths and ragged moans belonged to the men.
She wanted to open her eyes and look at them, but her lids were too heavy. She licked her lips, turned her head from side to side on the pillow as her entire body became one hot glow of arousal.
Sliding caresses between her legs, fingertips and then, oh God, a tongue licking, lapping at her swollen flesh. She parted her legs wider as fingers probed, slid into her and out, glided wetly around, back inside. Then wet fingers skimmed lower, to the puckered rim of her anus. She gasped and jerked a little at that unfamiliar touch. She struggled to open her eyes, but kisses brushed her lids closed.
“It’s okay, honey.” Derek kissed her again, little feathery kisses all over her face. Were those his fingers there? “I know we’ve never done this…but tonight…we both want to fuck you at the same time.”
Desire clamped down hard on her womb at his words. Fingers gently stroked and probed. She moaned. “I don’t know…”
“We’ll take it slow,” Derek assured her in a whisper in her ear. Hands cupped her breasts, tugged her nipples. She writhed as sensation surged through her bloodstream. “Right, Nate?”
“Right.” His word was a whisper against her pussy and she clenched inside. He kissed her clit, a gentle, suckling kiss and she pulsed against his mouth.
The fingers—whose were they?—trailed back up to her pussy, drew up moisture and slid back down, and this time one finger penetrated her ass. She cried out, but it wasn’tunpleasant—just unfamiliar. The finger stilled, clamped by the ring of muscle there, pulsing, holding it and she gasped. Her pussy throbbed with need and excitement.
The finger moved, sliding in just a little deeper, withdrawing. In. Out. Krissa moaned, the sensation adding to the sensual overload. Dear God, were they going to fuck her there? She reached out, found a big, male body, searched around until she found an arm and squeezed. Dragging her eyes open, she realized she clutched Nate’s forearm. It was the fingers of his other hand there in that most intimate of places, where no man had ever touched her. “Okay?”
She blinked, not even able to answer, not sure what to say. She wanted to ask them to stop, but she wanted to feel more…to see what it was like, to know…Nate’s finger continued to fuck her ass gently, in and out. Derek played with the tight tips of her breasts, pinching them into sharp aching points.
She needed more. More.
“Gonna need that bottle of lube,” Nate murmured.
Derek released her nipples and reached into the drawer of the night stand.
Her pussy clenched hard, her sensitized nerve endings aware of every brush of their bodies against her, acutely aware of Nate’s gently thrusting finger, the brush of his mouth across her stomach.
“Think you can do this?” His finger slid slowly out.
To her own shock, she wanted it back there. She needed to be filled up, ached with an empty pang. “I don’t know.” She met his eyes, hers still heavy. Her body burned, tension coiled inside her hard and tight. “I want to. I want to do it.”
She didn’t know how this would work or who would do what to her, but it didn’t matter. At that moment all that mattered was slaking the need bubbling inside her, hot and violent.
Derek lay on his back beside her,Nate moved aside and they helped her roll on top of Derek. She tucked her face into his neck, breathed in the scent of him. She adjusted herself over him. “Sit up, honey.”
With difficulty, she levered herself up, hands on his chest, and straddled him. His cock rose in front of her, hard and dark. Taking him in her hand she lifted over him and with a small cry of relief she lowered herself onto him. Down, down, until their bodies met and he was all the way in. She felt his cock twitch and lengthen inside her and she tightened around him.
“Oh, yeah.” Derek tugged her hands, so she lay down stretched out over him, and thrust up into her once.
She felt Nate move on the bed, behind her. His hands slid over her hips and her ass, gentle, reassuring, as he nudged his way up to her. His cock flexed against her and she sucked in a breath.
She heard the pop of the bottle of lube as he opened the lid, waited as he poured some out, the snap of it shutting, then the thud of the bottle hitting the carpet. Slick wet sounds reached her ears as Nate oiled his cock and every little muscle inside her quivered in anticipation. Nerve endings jumped as he separated the cheeks of her ass, probed at her entrance with the head of his cock, hot and slippery.
She couldn’t breathe, gave a choked gasp, her heart thudding against her ribs. She pressed her face into the curve where Derek’s neck met his shoulder, sank her teeth into her bottom lip. When Nate pushed into her, sensation surged through her body, a delicious pain, a burning pleasure.
A low sound tore from her throat. Derek’s hands swept up and down her back. He lay still beneath her, waiting until Nate was ready. “Relax,” Nate murmured, his hands on her bottom, gentle and warm. He pushed in a little further, and the burning intensified.
