His words made my hips undulate more. Both men thrust harder, faster, and I moaned against Ford’s cock, keeping my lips circled tightly around it. Ford’s breathing was heavy and he said, “Fuck!” as his cock twitched in my mouth. I knew he was getting close.
“Squeeze your tits together,” Tanner demanded, his voice ragged from desire. I did as he said, placing my hands over his. He slid his out. “Press them tighter. Milk my cock, baby.”
I did my best, and I felt him reach back, his fingers dancing across my thigh. And then, despite the somewhat awkward angle, he found my clit.
Groaning loudly, I arched my back as he worked his cock between my breasts and his fingers against my clit. Compulsively, I tightened my lips around Ford’s cock and shoved my breasts together harder than ever.
Tanner groaned as he came, splashing warm fluid against my outstretched neck. He cussed and cried out but his fingers never stilled on my clit.
His obvious pleasure triggered my own orgasm and my back arched again as I cried out around the cock in my mouth. Ford stilled for a moment as my entire body trembled with pleasure, but I reached up to grab his hip and pull him closer. Aftershocks were still jolting through me when he thrust his cock deep in my throat three more times and then exploded with his own orgasm.
I gasped for breath as my body continued to shake. Tanner had slid off me onto the floor next to the couch, and he breathed heavily in my ear as he stroked my hair. “Such a good girl,” he crooned as Ford pulled his spent cock out of my mouth.
The two men were extremely gentle as we all came down from our intense orgasms. Ford cupped my head and eased it back onto the armrest. Tanner stroked whatever parts of me he could touch. My face. My breasts. My stomach. I barely noticed when he eased my skirt off of me—it had gotten bunched up around my waist—but my eyes opened when he picked me up.
He carried me to the bathroom between his bedroom and Aiden’s. Ford adjusted the water temperature in the shower and then climbed in with me. As he cleaned me with a soft washcloth, I wished they both could be in there with me, but there wasn’t enough space. When he deemed me properly washed, Ford passed me back to Tanner, who dried me off. I felt like the pampered princess Aiden often accused me of being. Tanner rubbed the towel over every inch of me, as if in worship. And then he carried me naked up the stairs.
He set me down on the edge of the bed, and asked where my pajamas were, but Ford stopped him. “She’s going to sleep naked. Right, sweetheart? You’re going to fall asleep with your bare skin against the sheets and think about how hard you came—and about all the wicked and wonderful things we might do to you next time.”
I nodded, waves of drowsiness preventing me from speaking. It was probably going to take me all of thirty seconds to fall asleep, but I would be thinking about those things—probably for days to come.
Ford drew back the covers on my bed and Tanner arranged me on it, moving my limbs as if I were a ragdoll. He pulled the covers back up, tucking me in. Then he kissed my cheek. “Good night, sweet Ronnie.”
Ford kissed me too, and I barely managed to say good night to them before sleep overwhelmed me.
I fell asleep, exhausted but completely satisfied and happier than I could remember being in a long time.
20
Ronnie
The next morning I jolted awake feeling utterly confused. I’d slept like the dead, and now, something had woken me—the phone. The phone was ringing. I located it on the nightstand and grabbed it. “Hello?”
Emma’s amused voice filled my ear. “Sounds like somebody had a late night.”
“Emma?” I was only half awake and my mind was molasses.
“And me,” came Maddie’s voice. “Can we switch to video? It’s easier than being on speaker.”
“Uh—I’m not dressed yet.”
“We don’t care if you’re in your PJs,” Emma said.
Except I wasn’t in my pajamas. For some reason, I wasn’t wearing anything. It’s not that I never slept in the nude, but I didn’t make a habit of it. Especially not in a house full of men.
Men.
Oh my god.
Images came back to me. Kissing Ford. Writhing around on Tanner’s lap. Them making me come so damn hard I nearly forgot my name. Me making both of them come.
My skin heated at the memories that came fast and furious.
“Ronnie? You still there?” Maddie asked.
“Yeah. Let’s just talk on the phone, okay? I’m still in bed.”
“Are you hungover?” Emma’s voice was full of sympathy.
“Something like that.” Truthfully, I felt hungover—not from the beer I’d had, but from the overwhelming sensations I’d experienced last night.