Dangerous Boys and Their Toy

A surprised cry slipped from Brenna. She felt beyond packed full. Her body stretched to accommodate him, but she felt his possession acutely, almost more than physically. It was like Thorn was in every corner of her, he was so deep.

“It’s okay,” Cam soothed, cradling her breast, thumbing her nipple. “We’re going to make it good.”

He put the exclamation point on his promise with a kiss that sent a hot shock through her body, tangling with the devastation of Thorn’s intrusion. Gentle but insistent, full of reassurance—that’s how Cam’s kiss flowed through her.

Then Thorn started to move. Pound was more accurate. Bam, bam, bam, he drove inside her with shattering force. The headboard slammed the wall with every thrust, reverberating around the room.

Taking someone his size with such force after a long abstinence was nearly painful. She winced, and Cameron reached past her to grab Thorn’s hip.

“Stop banging her like a goddamn drum. This is sex, not a heavy metal concert.”

“Fuck you. I have no problems getting women off.”

“You’re hurting Brenna.”

Behind her, Thorn stilled. “That true?”

“A little.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “I’m sorry. Slower?”

She nodded. “It’s just been a while.”

Thorn stilled. “Define a while.”

“Nearly a year.”

“No wonder you’re having trouble, baby. Everything is rusty.”

Cam rolled his eyes. “She’s not a car.”

“Shut up and let me drive,” Thorn growled.

Though he nodded, Cam kept his hand on Thorn’s hip, ready to act as a guide.

But Thorn delivered, easing straight up inside her at a pace like warmed honey, slow and flowing and breath-stealing.

Brenna grabbed the nearest anchor—Cameron. She clutched his shoulders and gasped. “Oh my… Yes.”

“That’s good?” he whispered against her mouth.

She nodded and whimpered. And when Thorn repeated the stroke, just as delicious and languorous as the first, Brenna lost her ability to form coherent words.

A third time had her digging her fingers into Cam’s shoulders and mewling.

Then Cameron really joined in, capturing her mouth against his and sinking deep. He reached down and found her clit, toying lightly. God, she didn’t know how much she could take. She had to explode. The pace of his oral invasion matched Thorn’s sexual one, and the combination went straight to her libido.

She could smell them both, Thorn’s sweat-damp body put off this musky scent that, as he pressed inside her again and draped his arm around her to fondle her breast—that unique tang on his skin was man and aggression and sex, wrapped in tempting spice. But in front of her, slowly enveloping her, was Cameron’s complex scent. Powerful male for sure, rain-tinged, earthy. She smelled his want. Between the two of them, they produced an amazing olfactory high.

She shook with the intensity of her desire and kissed Cameron madly, so on the edge that coherent thought was completely beyond her—and she loved it.

As seconds slid into minutes, she stayed at the feverish point just shy of climax.

“Jesus, she’s like a fist on my cock, man. She’s tightening more with each second.” He looked at Cameron then closed his eyes. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”

With a nod, Cameron turned his attention to her. “Brenna, you know we want you. I know you feel the pleasure.”

“I do,” she whispered, then wailed, “It’s right there! And I just can’t…”

She started to cry, hot tears gouging her eyes.

“Can’t what?” Cam brushed gentle kisses on her face.

Even Thorn dropped a tender brush of lips on her shoulder, skated a few across her neck. For the first time tonight, she felt truly cared about. Brenna had no doubt that was taking her farther down the road to orgasm than she’d been. Yes, it was taking her a while to arrive…and there was a good chance she’d never actually get there.

Maybe she was always going to have this block until she was convinced that her partner was with her to stay. Maybe she didn’t need to talk to Curtis to understand that fear of ultimately being left just really kept her from sharing that most intimate part of herself.

She opened her mouth, wondered if she should call this whole orgasms-for-information deal off. It wasn’t fair to them. They’d tried everything to help her. She’d offer up blowjobs, tell them what little she knew about Curtis then flee this place and return to Texas.

Before she could, Thorn murmured, “Baby, you want us to fill you up, front and back?”

It took Brenna a moment to realize what he meant. When his words finally unpuzzled themselves in her head, a hot spike of desire hit her right between the legs. Double penetration. One in her pussy, the other in her ass.

She didn’t, for one moment, think it would make any difference in her orgasm quotient, but it was one helluva a fantasy. Brenna didn’t delude herself, she was bad at sex. The whole orgasm thing always threw a dark cloud over her relationships. She ought to go home, adopt ten cats and settle in for spinsterhood. Before she did, however, she was going to take Thorn up on his offer and live out a dream.

After all, this chance was wasn’t likely to come her way again.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Now. Right now.”

Thorn grabbed her chin and turned her head, tearing her away from Cam’s kiss and covered her mouth with his own. He tasted like he fucked—aggressive, sure of himself, as if he loved it.

He lifted his head long moments later, and Brenna marveled that she could want two totally different men so much. They both made her body feel such arousal. Both were amazing in their own right—she could say that after sleeping with a string of losers in her younger days. These guys…they were damn good.

Thorn pillaged, making a commanding sweep through her mouth that matched the invasion of her body. The sensations excited her as much as they established Thorn’s dominance. Her body hummed, her skin felt tight, and Cam continued to fondle her clit while he fixed his burning gaze on her.

Finally Thorn lifted his head and stared at Cam across the scant inches separating them all. Heavy breathing reigned.

“I gotta taste her pussy once more,” Thorn groaned. “I can smell it, and she’s driving me crazy.”

Cameron lifted his fingers from her clit and extended them to Thorn’s mouth.

Thorn reared back. “I’m not sucking your fingers.”

“You are if you want a taste of her now. I’ve been waiting to be inside her, and I’m not in the mood to delay it so you can steal a little cream again.”

Between them, Brenna watched the exchange like a tennis match, back and forth. Thorn scowled, clearly pissed. But Cameron’s fingers were right there, dripping with her juice. They snagged Thorn’s gaze, distracted him from his anger. He flipped his gaze up to Cameron, and a long, silent moment ensued. Brenna was dying to know what they were thinking. There was something in the air she didn’t understand…

“Never mind,” Cameron said. “I’ll taste her for myself.”