Trading with the Boys

“No!” I cried. “No, please! Don’t you dare stop…”

My head rolled back, my eyes closing to facilitate my brain absorbing maximum amounts of blissfulness. The guys kept rubbing and kneading, as their double attentions far exceeded even the most fantastic foot-rub I’d ever received.

Holy…

I was at the verge of heaven. My hands opened and closed against the couch, clenching and unclenching as I choked back tears of joy.

“You don’t get pampered enough,” said Tate. “Do you?”

I chuckled, groggily. “Who ever said I get pampered at all?”

They rubbed harder, driving me even deeper into my own personal pleasure-coma. For a minute or so I think I blacked out, and when I came to I found myself eliciting a low, guttural groan of deep satisfaction.

“This is amazing,” I murmured softly. “You’re saving my life.”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” laughed Jacob.

“No, really,” I said. “I should be paying you…”

It occurred to me distantly that I actually should be paying them, and yet I wasn’t paying them a dime. They were here anyway, volunteering their time. Helping me out when I needed it most, and asking virtually nothing in return.

Hell, they’d even brought me pizza.

“I owe you both so much,” I said softly. “You do so much, I really don’t know what I—”

Without a word Tate slid against me and put his lips to mine. It happened so quickly, so abruptly, I barely had time to react.

Wha—

He kissed me slowly, thunderously, rotating his tongue through my open mouth. My feet were forgotten. Everything else left my mind as I kissed him back, grabbing his face in my hands. Holding him there so he couldn’t leave, as my body melted into him.

Mmmmm…

Just as abruptly, I felt another thigh against mine. Jacob had slid back to the couch and was pressed in behind me, lowering his hot mouth against my exposed shoulder. His kisses were soft, sweet, sensual. They traveled up my neck until he was nibbling my ear, and the very feel of his hot breath made me instantly drenched.

Holy FUCK.

Someone dragged a blanket over us. We were covered with it now, the three of us, as their hands began roaming beneath. I felt one of them touch my knee. Another palm slid up the inside of my naked thigh…

“Watch the movie with us,” Tate whispered, breaking the kiss just long enough to pass my mouth to Jacob. “That’s all the payment we really

need.”

Eighteen

SERENA

I couldn’t believe we were actually sitting through the movie! Although we weren’t really watching it, so much as letting it play in the background.

Oh my God…

Twenty minutes had passed, and in that time I’d never stopped being kissed. My head was either turned to the left, sensuously making out with Jacob, or tilted to the right, where Tate’s strong jaw and probing tongue took over. Either way was equally hot. Both men equally eager, in their quest to make me whimper and moan.

And sandwiched between them, down below the blankets? My string shorts had somehow been untied. They’d both slipped their hands beneath my waistband, their eager fingers moving tentatively as they wordlessly took turns playing with my dripping pussy.

This is NUTS.

I swallowed hard, trying to get a grip on reality. I was kissing two guys! I can’t be kissing two guys!