Secret Weapon

Finally, she dropped back on the bed, exhausted. She felt Sloan slide into bed behind her, sliding his arm around her waist, his body tight to hers. She fell asleep with the stranger still inside her.

* * *

Janine awoke to total darkness, with two hard bodies pressed against her. A pressure on her eyes made her realize she still wore the blindfold. She hooked her finger under the fabric and pulled the blindfold up. She blinked at the full sunlight filling the room, then stared at the face in front of her on the pillow.

The face of a total stranger.

His eyes opened and he smiled. “Good morning.”

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Janine blinked. “Uh … yeah. Hi.”

He stared at her with lively olive green eyes dancing with golden specks. His full, masculine lips turned up in a warm smile, and a few disheveled spikes of sandy brown hair lay across his forehead.

Oh, man, this was so strange. She’d never woken up to a total stranger in bed. The fantasy had been great, but she hadn’t anticipated coming face-to-face with him in the morning.

Last night, when she’d almost pulled off the blindfold, Sloan had stopped her. But she’d been ready then, with her hormones still in high gear. Now, in the light of day, it just seemed … strange.

Then she felt his cock stir against her belly. In full arousal.

Sloan shifted behind her. His hands cupped her breasts and his cock—also hard—glided between her thighs, stroking her intimate flesh. At the feel of his warm, strong hands on her breasts, her nipples peaked, and memories of last night, with both men inside her, crept into her mind. As Sloan’s hard flesh stroked over her slit, moisture pooled inside her.

Sloan stroked one hand down her stomach and positioned his cockhead against her opening, then pushed inside her. She sighed at the feel of his hard-as-rock cock sliding into her. He pulled the covers away, exposing her naked body to the stranger. Sloan grasped her hips and glided his cock in and out of her.

“Janine, meet Liam.” Sloan glided inside her again. “Liam, meet Janine.”

Sloan’s big cock filled her again and again. His finger found her clit and she moaned at the intense sensations.

“Janine, take Liam’s cock in your hand and stroke it.”

She reached for the stranger’s—Liam’s—cock and wrapped her hand around it. She stroked as Sloan glided in and out in an easy yet maddeningly erotic rhythm. She squeezed Liam in her hand. He stroked her breasts, then teased her sensitive nipples. The wild sensations from their attentions collided into a building pleasure. She squeezed Sloan’s cock inside her and arched against Liam’s hands.

Sloan’s cock glided deep inside her again, then back. And out.

She groaned at the emptiness. She squeezed Liam’s cock and stroked more quickly, arching her body toward him. His compelling gaze captured hers and his warm smile melted her insides. He moved forward and pressed his cockhead to her opening. She lifted her leg onto his thigh and arched forward. His shaft pushed into her.

She clung to his shoulders, staring into his wonderfully handsome face and squeezed him inside her.

“Honey, that feels incredible.” He drove deep, drew back, then drove deep again.

She curled her leg around his thigh, pulling him tight to her body. He thrust and thrust and pleasure shuddered through her. She clutched his muscular shoulders as his body speared into her, driving her to absolute ecstasy, her composure splintering as she wailed in bliss. Finally, he groaned and followed her to orgasm.

She rested her forehead against his chest and sighed. He might be a stranger, but she felt close to him. Maybe it was because of their sexual adventures last night … or maybe it was something more.

Liam kissed the top of her head, then shifted away as Sloan drew her onto her back, nuzzled her neck, and prowled over her. Janine gazed into Sloan’s intense blue eyes, her heart thundering as his big cock pressed into her, then drove deep. She sucked in a breath as he pinned her to the bed, his cock filling her like no other. He drew back and began to thrust. She sucked in air, then moaned as an orgasm crashed around her. Building as he thrust and thrust. He erupted into her, catapulting her to blissful abandon.

He collapsed on top of her, then rolled to his side, taking her with him. Her head rested snugly against Sloan’s solid chest as she caught her breath. Again.

“How about you two relax while I go make us some breakfast.” Liam smiled as he pushed himself from the bed and padded away.

* * *

Janine stepped out of the shower and towel-dried her hair, then dressed. By the time she reached the kitchen, she could smell freshly brewed coffee and bacon.

“Anything I can do to help?” Her gaze lingered on Liam’s tight, well-defined abs. All he wore were his dark gray boxers.

“Nope. Just sit and relax. I’ve got everything under control.”