Mastering the Art of Love (The American Soldier Collection 2)

She immediately felt Jameson’s hands move up and under her shirt. He released her lips a moment to pull her shirt over her head. The feel of his strong, large hands pressing against her skin, maneuvering her to his liking, aroused her senses. He explored her mouth with his tongue while nimble fingers unclasped her bra. Pulling his lips from hers he continued to kiss her, spreading loving along her jaw and neck as he lifted her by the hips so he could feast on her bare breast.

“Oh, Jameson,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair, pressing her breast firmer against his mouth. He nipped and pulled on her nipple, making her panties wet as desperation filled her.

She clawed at his shirt. Pulled the fabric upward causing him to abandon her needy breast with a pop.

“I want you now. Right here.” His words, his tone were typical Jameson commanding. In a flash they were divesting one another of their clothing.

She stood in awe, breathing rapidly as she took in the sight of her man. Jameson was filled with muscles from his firm jaw to his thick, long cock.

He lay down on the ottoman, his legs hung over the sides, spread wide. Even his thighs had muscles and were sexy. She climbed right up on top of him as he fisted his cock and lined it up with her pussy.

“Now,” he demanded, and she complied. She adjusted her body over his cock and took him in slowly. It was exquisite torture but obviously too much for Jameson. His fingers dug into her hips and he shoved her downward as he thrust upward. Their bodies clashed and united together.

Mariana screamed. Jameson tightened up and held her there as he took unsteady breaths. He spoke through clenched teeth.

“You feel so tight and perfect, baby. Inside you I’m home.”

Up and down, she began to ride him, trying to find her release as if desperate for all of Jameson. They moaned and petted one another. He cupped her breasts. She tweaked his nipples as she thrust her hips, feeling him grow larger and larger inside of her.

The sound of footsteps grabbed their attention. She tensed a moment until Jameson jerked her hips.

“On me. You focus on me and nothing else.”

His demand was intense, and she wondered if this was a time, a test to trust him.

Jameson pulled on her nipple hard. So hard she felt the pinch of pain and screamed right before the gush of fluid lubricated his cock.

“That’s it. You like it a little rough don’t you?” he asked her as he pulled hard on her other nipple eliciting another cry from her. She sensed movement to the side of her, but before Mariana could turn to see who was there, Jameson grabbed her by her hair, pulling her down for a deep and wild kiss. His tongue stroked the cavern of her mouth. She tried to keep up as their tongues battled for control, and then she felt the hand on her ass and the cool liquid against her puckered hole. She jerked, but Jameson wouldn’t let her up.

“I need you, Mariana. Now. Like this,” Jax whispered as he cupped her thighs, squeezing, arousing her anus and preparing her for double penetration.

She moaned against Jameson’s mouth, and then she felt the thick, bulbous head of Jax’s cock against her back opening.

The palms of his hands caressed up her spine and then back down as he parted her ass cheeks and pushed through. Jameson held her thighs and ass, adding to the excitement of both men touching her and making love to her together.

“I need this. I need you,” Jax said then began to move in and out of her ass. Jameson released her lips as she panted with her face flat against his shoulder.

“Oh God, Jax, it’s too much.”

“No. Never too much. You’re mine. Ours,” he said so strongly she shook, and he moved faster. He grabbed onto her hips and thrust into her so damn deep she screamed. Her body exploded immediately, and then both men began to move together. Up and down, in and out, they took complete control of her body and branded her their woman.

Both men roared as they thrust together inside of her and exploded. She felt their bodies shake, and their breathing sounded as raspy as her own, but she closed her eyes and relished in the aftermath. She was their woman and they were her men. She hoped that this was forever.

* * * *

Jax slowly pulled from Mariana’s body and walked away. Jameson caressed her hair and continued to kiss her skin until Jax returned. Jameson knew that something was up. Jax was kind of rough, the way he took Mariana’s ass. She was new to anal sex, and he wanted to make certain that they didn’t hurt her. She was precious and needed reassurance that they were her protectors and lovers and not the enemy.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, and she moaned but remained lying over his chest. Her long, wavy brown hair was damp from perspiration.

He caressed over her lower back and ass. He trailed a finger along the crevice. “Are you sure?” he asked. She nodded slightly as he looked over her shoulder at a very angry Jax.

“I didn’t hurt her.” He barked.

“I was just making sure. She’s new to this.”

“I know that. Don’t you think I know that? I would never hurt her.”

“You need to calm down.”