Love Under Two Flyboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection], Cara Covington [best ebook reader android .TXT] 📗

“Tamara.”

She looked at Morgan in response to the sound of her name. His mouth was there, seeking. He settled his lips on hers and kissed her, his tongue insistent on stroking hers, tasting every bit of her. She felt Henry’s mouth suckle her again, drawing hard. Someone stroked her clit, coaxing her orgasm to rush up and out of her.

The first wave broke over her, and Morgan pushed his finger all the way inside her.

“Oh, God!” It felt like two orgasms in one. Tamara began to shake with the force of it, the ecstasy so deep and rich, she didn’t know if she could contain it all.

Henry’s arms surrounded her as Morgan’s finger kept moving inside of her.

“Just a bit more,” he said.

More? She didn’t know if she could take any more, but then she felt Morgan pull his finger out of her and she whimpered, wanting it back.

“Mm, you do like this. Good.” He kissed her ear and then stroked over her anus again. She could feel two fingers there and made a deep, humming sound when he began to push both of them into her.

“Your pussy just got tighter, Itty.” Henry kissed the words against her neck. “Squeeze me again, baby. Ride me.”

Tamara fastened her mouth on his as she did as he asked. Her tongue danced with his, an erotic, wet glide that stroked her passion as well as her lover’s mouth, his taste fueling her fire. The sensation of Henry’s cock moving in and out of her at the same time Morgan’s fingers fucked her ass were incredibly arousing. How can I need to come again so soon? The last orgasm still tingled along her nerve endings, yet incredibly she felt another one building within her.

She pulled her mouth from Henry’s, and the climb turned desperate. Her forehead resting on his, her motions turned sharp and fast, as she chased an orgasm that seemed determined to stay just out of her reach.

“Easy, baby.” Morgan’s whisper in her ear didn’t make any sense. Then he took his fingers from her, and she wanted to scream with the frustration, with the sudden drop of Eros. “No no no no no! Please, go back I need…oh, God, yes!”

He hadn’t left her, he’d returned with something large, something other, and slid it into her hungry hole. Once more someone found her clit and stroked it. This time, her orgasm exploded, a volcanic eruption that held her hard and fast as tremor after tremor racked through her.

“Jesus!” Henry’s curse, the clamp of his arms and the pulsing of his cock inside her told her he came, too. The heat from his ejaculation softly battered her cervix.

Tamara knew one crazy moment of regret that a condom prevented conception.

“My God, watching you come turns me on,” Morgan said. He kissed the side of her head and ran his hand up and down her back. He stepped away, and she immediately missed his heat.

Inside her, the butt plug remained a solid presence, not unpleasant but definitely unfamiliar. She flexed her inner muscles.

“Mercy,” Henry said.

Tamara fought for breath and fought the urge to laugh. Then Morgan came back and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Come snuggle with me, Red.”

“’Kay.” She’d get up as soon as she felt there was some strength in her body to move. Lucky for her, Morgan simply lifted her into his arms. Then he sat on the bench and cradled her on his lap.

Slowly, her senses returned. She heard again the gurgling of the jets as they sent bubbles throughout the tub. She heard Henry get out of the spa and move about the bathroom.

“I’ll boost the temperature a few degrees,” he said.

“I thought it felt cooler than usual.”

“You need a lift.”

Tamara knew her words, spoken around a yawn, didn’t make any sense.

“No, we’re not going anywhere,” Henry said as he climbed back into the tub.

“No. To take you out of the tub and dump you into bed. One of those electric ones where all you have to do is push buttons.”

Morgan laughed. “Your first spa experience?”

“Mm.” She nestled into him even more and totally relaxed. The orgasms and the heat of the water combined to make her feel boneless.

Morgan stroked down her back and across her bottom. “Does that feel okay inside you?”

“Mm. Different. But it doesn’t hurt.”

“Good. We won’t leave it in for very long, this first time.”

“I’ve never had an orgasm quite like that. It felt as if I was coming in two different places at the same time.”

“Just think how good it’s going to feel when you have both our cocks in you at the same time,” he said.

“You’re going to turn me into a quivering, shivering sex-addict.” Both men chuckled, and that was fine. But from where she was sitting—naked on one lover’s lap after being pleasured by both him and her other lover—the possibility didn’t seem that farfetched.

“You didn’t get much sleep last night, sweetheart. You need a nap.” Henry kissed her shoulder.

The men shifted her slightly so that she lounged across both of their laps.

“Nap? It’s not even noon yet.” And the idea that she probably wasn’t all that far from sliding into sleep mid-morning somehow tickled her.

“Tell you what. Why don’t we get out, dry off, and snuggle in our bed? You don’t have to take a nap if you don’t want to.” Morgan’s husky voice settled low in her belly, and she wondered, as arousal began to stir gently, just how many times she could be brought to orgasm in a single day.

“And if we do doze off, so what?” Henry said.

“Unless you have something more pressing to do?” Morgan asked.

Tamara wiggled her hips, making contact with two cocks that didn’t feel all that flaccid to her.

It didn’t surprise her that Morgan was hard. He’d not joined in their little party of a few minutes before. That Henry could be stirring so soon made her wonder if she shouldn’t start taking a multivitamin.

“Come to think of it,