She stretched and yawned like a contented cat. “I’m not sure I could deal with it if it got any better. Thank you, Luke. I don’t even know what to say. That was fantastic. I can’t believe you went to so much trouble to make my fantasies real.”
“Trouble? More like my pleasure,” he said. “You’re an incredible woman, Gracie.”
Wes climbed on the other side of her and scooted in close. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and slid his hand down the curve of her waist.
“Rest up, Gracie girl, and we’ll do it all over again.”
Chapter Eleven
Gracie lay in bed between Luke and Wes and stared up at the ceiling. The euphoria around her had yet to dissipate. Her body still felt tingly and alive on the heels of the most fantastic sex of her life.
She glanced over at Luke, unable to control the softening in her chest. The past week with him had been unbelievable. He’d taken their conversations and pieced together her fantasies. He’d made them come alive, and he’d done it because he cared for her.
She wasn’t sure exactly when she’d fallen in love with him. In retrospect, she couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t felt deeply for him. But the past week had brought it together and shoved it to the forefront. She wanted to be with him.
As if feeling her gaze, he turned his head toward her, his blue eyes glowing with contentment. He reached out a hand to cup her cheek.
“I thought I’d light a fire in the fireplace,” he said.
She nuzzled her cheek into his palm. “Hmmm, I’d like that.”
“Give me five minutes and I’ll be back for you.”
She watched as he got up and pulled his underwear on. Then he disappeared out of the bedroom.
A warm hand slid over the curve of her hip, over her belly and up to cup one of her breasts. She closed her eyes, enjoying Wes’ caresses.
He nibbled lightly at the curve of her neck as he fingered her nipples.
“Did I hurt you earlier?” he asked. “I worried I was too big for you.”
She smiled and turned over in his arms. “You won’t find me complaining about your dick size,” she teased. “I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”
He kissed her lightly, and she felt the penis in question stir to life against her stomach.
“I can’t wait to taste it,” she said in a sultry voice.
“Shit,” Wes muttered. “I can’t wait either.”
“We have about three minutes before Luke is coming back to get me,” she said wickedly. She slid her body farther down the bed until her mouth was even with his erection.
This was the first time she’d gotten this close, and her eyes widened in appreciation. The man was stacked. She licked her lips in anticipation, and Wes flinched beside her.
“God, woman, quit teasing me.”
She laughed huskily and lapped her tongue over the head. He flinched again and dug his hands into her hair. She slid her mouth over him, sucking him deep.
“Oh yeah, baby, suck it. Just like that. Damn.”
She took him as deep as she could, and his breath left him in one long hiss. She pushed him over onto his back and knelt over his hips, shoving her hair out of the way.
She wrapped her fist around the base of his cock and moved her hand up and down with the motion of her mouth.
“Stop,” he moaned. “Baby, stop before I come.”
He pulled gently at her hair until he was free of her mouth. His chest heaved with exertion, and his eyes glittered brightly as he stared at her.
“Fire’s built,” Luke said from the doorway.
She turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, watching her and Wes. She uncurled her legs and stood up beside the bed. Wes got up as well, and they walked out of the bedroom into the living room.
She curled onto the couch directly in front of the fireplace and sighed in pleasure. To her surprise, Luke sat down beside her and pushed her chest down to the cushions. He pulled her arms behind her back and tied them with the same rope he’d used the previous night.
“Totally and completely at our mercy,” he murmured.
She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth against the tide of desire rolling over her body.
Luke stood up and pulled her up to stand beside him. He guided her around to the side of the couch then bent her, belly down, over the arm of the sofa. Her feet left the floor, and her cheek rested against the soft material of the couch. Her ass was in the air, vulnerable.
She heard the jingle—of a belt? Seconds later, she felt the sting of leather across her buttocks. She gasped and squirmed. She had no idea who was administering the spanking.
Again the slap of the belt, the sound of it striking flesh, the delicious burn across her ass. After the fourth stroke, she panted for breath. After the fifth and six, she was begging. After the seventh, she felt hands smooth over her burning ass. Fingers curled roughly around her thighs and spread them.
A cock nudged then rammed into her. Wes. Oh God. He wasn’t as gentle as he’d been earlier. Maybe he knew now she could accommodate his size. He thrust hard, sending her spiraling into a world of unbelievable pleasure and the thrill of erotic pain.
He paused for a moment, so tightly wedged into her that she couldn’t move if she wanted. Then he forced himself deeper and she cried out.
He slipped from her body, and Luke slid into her, immediately replacing Wes. He squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks as he thrust into her again and again. Then he slapped her butt with his hand, and she yelped. The skin, so sensitive from the belt, tingled and singed under his hand. He rode her harder, spurred on by her cries. His hand rained down again and again until she sobbed her release. And still he continued.
Unbelievably, her body reacted to his demands. She felt herself climb tow
ard another orgasm even as tears streaked down her cheeks from the first.
Then Luke stopped. He smacked her ass one more time before pulling out.
“No!” she cried out. They couldn’t stop now. Not when she was so close again.
She heard a chuckle and wasn’t sure who it came from. Then she felt her ass being spread, the cool lubricant soothing over her anus. She trembled from head to toe. Wes stepped between her legs. She recognized his touch. Oh God, surely he wasn’t going to take her ass.
“We’re going to take this nice and slow, Gracie girl,” Wes said soothingly. “You’re going to take all of me.”
She closed her eyes as he positioned his cock and pushed forward. Slowly, the pressure agonizing. Pleasure ripped through her abdomen even as the pinch of pain unsettled her. It was a heady combination.
The couch dipped and Luke picked up her head and slid underneath her. He fisted his cock in his hand and curled his other hand into her hair. He slipped his cock between her lips just as Wes plunged into her ass.
The momentum carried her forward, forcing Luke’s dick deep into her mouth. The tightness in her ass was nearly unbearable. Then Wes smacked her cheek with his hand and she bucked against him.
“I’m going to ride you now, Gracie,” Wes said as he began moving within her. “I’m going to ride your ass while Luke fucks your pretty mouth.”
Gracie closed her eyes, her body tightening and spasming uncontrollably at Wes’ erotic language. She was wild with need. She wanted more. She was helpless between them, unable to move. Her body was theirs to do with what they wanted, and she loved it.
They fucked her mouth and her ass, foregoing their earlier gentle style. This was raw sex, hard, sweaty, the kind she’d dreamed about. They were unrelenting as they made demands of her body. They owned her, they used her, and she never wanted it to stop.
She cried out, but Luke thrust deeply into her mouth, halting all attempt at making sound. She closed her eyes, squeezed them tightly shut as her body splintered and broke apart under their relentless assault.
The wet, sucking sounds of their fucking filled the room. Luke’s hand wound tightly in her hair, pulling her head closer to his groin. Then Wes grunted behind her and let out a shout as he came.
“Swallow it, Gracie,” Luke murmured. “I want you to swallow it all.”
He moaned and jerked against the back of her throat then flooded her mouth with his cum. She sucked greedily, wanting to please him in a way she’d never wanted to please a man.
Wes carefully withdrew from her quivering body as Luke finished in her mouth. Wes reached over to untie her hands, and Luke pulled her into his arms.
She lay on his chest, eyes closed, too worn out to form a coherent thought. Luke hugged her closer as he stood, lifting her with him. He carried her into the bathroom and started the shower.
He washed her gently, taking care with the tender parts of her body. When he was finished, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her to bed.
She burrowed into his chest and was vaguely aware of Wes spooning against her back. Gentle hands soothed over her skin, petting and caressing her. She yawned and allowed herself to drift away.
Chapter Twelve
Gracie opened her eyes, a smile on her face. She sighed and snuggled a little deeper into the covers. It was dark outside, so she’d been sleeping for several