What She Needs (Cape May 3)

Tory tore her gaze away from the swelled head of his erection and searched Con’s face for signs of jealousy. He still didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, but the soft smile he sent her way was reassurance enough.

Devon pushed his pelvis against her, gaining her attention. With the single-minded purpose of making him squirm, Tory began smoothing her right hand over his pectorals. She ran her fingers through the coarse dark curls that littered his chest and inched her legs upward until they were wrapped around his lean waist. She let her sex slide along the length of his cock, luxuriating in his deep groan of satisfaction.

“You do me in, sugar,” Devon confessed as he teased his fingers down the front of her, setting off several little fires along the way. “Ah, sweet and soft,” he groaned as he kissed her. His lips, so warm and firm, tasted hers as if he wanted to spend a good long time pleasuring each and every part of her with his mouth. When he flipped them both over, putting her on top, she started to protest. His pleasurable torture continued, distracting her. By slow degrees, he took playful licks of her tongue and nipped her lower lip with his teeth. When she felt a pair of masculine hands cupping and caressing her bottom, Tory broke the kiss and looked beside her to see Con propped up on his elbow. The intensity in his silver gaze scorched a path clear to her core. His fingers dipped into the cleft and touched her clitoris. Tory moaned. He stroked her swollen pussy lips and her body vibrated at the bare touch. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she finally admitted, unable to contain the glorious feelings rioting inside her any longer. “Both of you.”

Con dipped his finger into her pussy, sinking deep, then murmured, “That’s the first time you’ve said that, little girl.”

“Damn, I thought we’d never hear the words,” Devon said, his voice a low rumble of sound in the quiet room.

With Con’s finger thrusting in and out, Tory was having a hard time concentrating. Her body was on fire. “I-I’m sorry I haven’t said them before. I wanted it to be special.”

“You’ll have to say them all the time now,” Con said, teasingly as a second finger joined the first. “To make up for time lost. When we wake up. When we go to bed. At breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“I have a present for you,” Devon interjected.

“I thought the trip was my present.”

“It was,” he agreed, “but we thought you deserved something extra.”

In another heartbeat, Con pulled his fingers free. She let out an unhappy whimper. “Come over here and I’ll give you more,” Con invited as he moved to his back and held out his hand. Yeah, like she could say no to the dark-haired devil. Tory slid off Devon and moved on top of Con. True to his words, Con’s fingers found their way between her legs. Soon he was pushing two deep and driving her body higher and higher. When Devon reappeared on the bed, he was holding a small black box. She might be turned inside out by Con’s talented fingers, but even that couldn’t completely kill her curiosity. “What is it?” she asked.

“Open it and see, sugar,” Devon murmured.

Tory propped her head on her elbow on Con’s chest and took the box from Devon. She popped the lid open. Her breath caught at what lay inside. Sitting on a bed of black velvet lay a triple open-heart necklace. “Oh, Devon, it’s beautiful.” Her voice caught, and tears stung the back of her eyes.

“Our hearts belong to you,” he whispered tenderly. “Always.”

“Always,” Con confirmed.

Devon took the box from her trembling hand and gently placed it on the table next to the bed. “Later, we’ll put it on you. For now, there’s the little matter of your pleasure.” She watched as he picked up a tube of lubricant and popped the top.

With tender care, Con pulled his fingers free of her pussy, then drove back in, harder and deeper. Tory threw her head back and moaned. He stroked her clit and she trembled. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Devon move behind her. Large hands caressed her buttocks. A moan erupted from deep within Tory as Devon let his lubricated finger drift back and forth over her puckered opening. She wanted him there. She was so hungry to feel both men buried deep that she started pleading.

Con lifted and sucked one hard nipple, setting off a malestorm of need inside her. Devon lowered his body over hers and kissed the base of her spine. “You want to be fucked, sugar?”

“Yes, Devon. God yes!” she cried, pushing her ass backward to take more of his exploring finger.

“Mmm, that’s right,” Devon urged, “Take it, girl.”

A second slick finger joined the first, and little by little he stretched her, preparing her ass for the invasion of his cock. Tory shuddered as Con’s fingers moved in and out of her wet cunt, fucking her with slow precision, as if he had all the time in the world. Con’s thumb pressed against her clit, his tongue licking and playing with her nipples. Devon’s warm, firm hand took hold of her hip and held her still while he dipped a third finger inside her ass. Tory dropped her head to Con’s shoulder as her body began to spiral out of control. When she squeezed her bottom, Devon cursed.

“God damn. You make me crazy. So fucking crazy.”

Tory couldn’t concentrate on Devon’s words as sensation after sensation bombarded her.

Con flicked and teased her nubbin and whispered sweet words of encouragment as he suckled one needy breast, then the other. Devon kissed an arousing trail down her spine, and Con rammed his fingers fingers deep inside her pussy. Tory lost it.

Her climax came out of nowhere, hitting like a tidal wave and knocking her into another realm. She screamed, her back arching as her body flew apart. She collapsed on top of Con, exhausted, every nerve ending humming.

Devon’s rough voice just barely broke through the erotic fog coating her mind when he ordered, “My dick is going to feel so damn good inside this tight little ass.”

Con slipped his fingers free of her dripping mound and cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. She watched transfixed as he licked each digit clean. “Delicious, baby,” he breathed out. Con pushed upward and Tory felt the heavy weight of his cock pressing against her pussy. Her body went from sated to famished in a heartbeat.

With slow, deliberate movements, Con tucked the head of his cock between the swollen folds, then pulled her down to press a kiss to her lips. She rocked against him when his tongue flicked over her lower lip, nipping and driving her into a horny stupor. A few inches of his rock-hard erection slipped deeper as he vowed, “I swear I’d live forever like this if I could. My dick all snug and warm inside your cunt, hell, yeah.”

Good thing he didn’t wait for a reply because Tory was utterly incapable of speech. She felt another hand smoothing over her back to her bottom. She turned her head to see Devon. In one hand he held a tube of lubricant, in the other he cupped a handful of her plump flesh. She watched as he squirted a portion of it onto his dick and smoothed it up and down his shaft. Her vision blurred as he began a slow glide inside her ass, filling her. She felt the familiar sense of fullness as his cock stretched her inner muscles. Con flexed his hips and buried the rest of his cock inside her throbbing pussy.