Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

“I want your ass, Abby.” Cole’s voice was husky behind her.

She moaned.

“Have you given it to anyone else?” he asked.

She looked in Deacon’s eyes. He towered over her.

She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

Deacon looked as if he could devour her on the spot. “No one has had that sweet ass of yours?” he asked in disbelief.

“I’ve never even thought about it,” she admitted. “No one…it’s never…” She was embarrassed.

They twirled her between them so she was now facing Cole on his knees. She looked down in his bright blue eyes.

“I’m sorry I’ve never had anyone there,” she apologized. She knew they were more experienced than her. She felt inadequate.

Cole’s eyes blazed like sapphires on fire. “Don’t ever apologize. You just said the words I needed to hear.”

“I did?” Her chest rose with relief.

He nodded. “I want it, baby. I want to be the first man inside you.”

“Oh God,” she whimpered. Her knees wobbled with the idea.

She didn’t know what to do. What to say. Before she could answer, he buried his face between her legs, plunging his tongue between her slit, lapping and sucking at her honey.

She hissed with pleasure. She pushed herself in his face, abandoning dignity. It felt too fucking amazing too care what they thought. Cole was overcome with intensity. He threw her legs over his shoulders. She leaned back into Deacon’s chest.

Deacon wrapped a hand around her chest, plucking and twisting a nipple between his fingers. She bucked wildly.

The familiar buzzing started in her core. The storm was brewing.

“Ohh, I’m going to come.”

Deacon’s other hand moved along her back, before sliding along her backside to that new sweet spot of sensation.

“Come hard, sweetheart.” He held her so Cole had the perfect angle to sink his tongue inside her pussy.

Just as the storm was about to rain down on her, she felt Deacon’s finger breach the ring of muscle. There was an electric surge and then he was inside her ass, pumping his finger in and out of her while Cole pried her wide, flicking and sucking her clit.

She thrashed between them, riding the winds and the lightning of the storm. Deacon’s finger was foreign and taboo, but it felt so good. Too good.

She rocked back into it, sending it farther into her ass and then jerked her hips forward, getting the full heat of Cole’s tongue in her pussy.

“Oh God. Oh God. Hold me, Deac. Oh fuck,” she whimpered as the storm clouds unleashed a wicked torrent inside her body.

Cole pulled her knees to the widest points of his shoulders, thrusting his tongue deep in her walls as Deacon sank his finger all the way in her forbidden zone. She shook and pulsed. The orgasm coursed through her with violent jolts as she muffled the screams in her throat.

“Come harder, baby. Come so fucking hard.” Deacon pumped in and out of her ass. It was pleasure she’d never felt before. Something so erotic and freeing. Finding desire in a part of her body she had never tested.

“I can’t stop,” she pleaded. “I can’t…” It spiraled through her until she was exhausted and limp in Deacon’s arms.

When her body stilled, Cole put her feet on the floor and rose from between her legs.

He looked over her shoulder to Deacon, who kept her propped against his chest. She didn’t think she was capable of walking anymore.

“I think someone likes sharing.” He smiled at his friend.