Her Two Lovers

“I can’t…” She panted against the cotton sheets. “I’ve come so many times already, Bri. I just…can’t”

“You can, baby. Relax.” He swirled around her clit, worked her slowly at first, and then increased the pressure. All the while his cock was buried in her tight ass. “Come on, sweetheart.” He pulled out and slowly eased back in. His cock twitched.

No, not yet.

Her body went limp, her lips trembled against the pillow that cradled her head. “I…I can’t.”

“Oh, you can. And you will.” He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around her soft belly, pulling her against him.

Ah, her skin—so soft and sensual. Again his cock threatened to release. He clenched his teeth, forcing back his climax.

“You’ll come until I tell you not to, sweetheart.” He pulled out to the tip, and then plunged into her again. He leaned down and rained tiny kisses across her glistening shoulders as he fingered her clit again.

As she exploded, he thrust two fingers into her warm, wet pussy and let her convulsions hug his hand. God damn, she was hot.

“Bri! I’m coming!” She collapsed.

He pulled her to him. Their perspiration mingled as their bodies slid together. He inhaled her musky sweetness. She smelled of cinnamon and sex. Of love. His love.

He finally let himself go. Tiny vibrations began in his balls and swam along the base of his cock. The tremors amplified until he spilled his seed in spasms that rippled through his entire body.

“Eve!” His shout was hoarse, raspy. “Eve, I love you.” He thrust once more into her body and gave her everything he had. He hoped it was enough.

She lay panting beneath him, her body glowing with mist. He withdrew, disposed of the condom and lay down next to her.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She didn’t return the words. He didn’t expect her to.

But she crawled into his arms. She kissed his lips, his neck, his chest. She sucked on a nipple. “Mmm,” she said. “You taste good.”

His cock twitched. He was ready for her again. His balls ached already. This was going to be one long, good night.

Chapter Four

“So what do you want to do tonight?”

Jon’s question stunned Eve. What did she want to do? Brian hadn’t asked what she’d wanted to do. He’d taken charge of the food, the sex, everything. He certainly hadn’t forced her into any of it, but he’d definitely been in control. She’d assumed Jon would do the same.

Now, as they stood outside the studio where she’d just finished showering after a strenuous practice, he was asking her what she wanted and she had no idea how to respond. “Whatever you want, Jon. I want to get to know you, like I did Bri.”

“Did you and Bri sleep together?”

Her cheeks heated.

His deep chocolate eyes betrayed his feelings. A touch of sadness laced them. He shook his head slowly. “Forget I asked that. I don’t want to know.”

Eve smiled and took his hand. Those long thick fingers, warmly entwined around hers, never failed to turn her on. “Let’s concentrate on tonight, okay? This is your night. So why don’t you tell me what you’d like to do.”

He grinned and his dimples lit up his dark-stubbled face. Man, he really was ruggedly gorgeous. So different from Brian, who was male-model handsome in a refined way. Jon’s onyx hair fell to his shoulders in tousled waves, as though he’d just gotten out of bed. He always sported a few days growth of beard, and those firm, full red lips, those thick fingers…ideal fodder for fantasy.

“I’d like to make love to you all night, honey, but I’ve wanted that for about a year now.”

A year? He’d had feelings for her for a whole year? She hadn’t thought to ask Brian how long he’d been in love with her.

Her own feelings for both of them had developed slowly. Indeed, she hadn’t recognized them for what they were until a few months ago. She’d dated many men, all nice guys, but her belly never tumbled the way it did when she was at home with Jon and Brian. Something as simple as watching a movie together got her going. Being with them was so easy. They each knew everything about the other two.

Her last boyfriend had been amazing—intelligent, funny, handsome—but sex with him hadn’t moved her. Not the way she’d soared last night with Brian. When she’d found herself counting the moments until her date ended so she could get home to her guys, she realized her plight.