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

they meant to give her what she needed, what she wanted. Oh, she knew they’d receive their pleasure, so much they’d be exhausted in short order. But they put her first, and had from that first moment.

How could she resist that kind of generosity? She couldn’t. She could only sate herself in it and them, and be as generous in return.

“I need you both.”

“You can have us both.” Henry stepped closer. He reached out and ran his fingers down the side of her face, cupped her cheek, and brought her in for his kiss.

A light brush of his mouth on hers, his heat shimmered right there, for her, and she drank it in, drank him in. Then she leaned away just enough to meet his gaze. She slid a glance at Morgan, who stood ready, she knew, to do whatever it was she asked of him.

“In me at the same time. I want you in me at the same time.”

Morgan reached for her and drew her ever so slowly into his arms. “Are you sure?”

Before she could answer him, he laid his lips on hers, a kiss as gentle as his brother’s had been. “Be sure, sweetheart. Because this takes us to a whole new level. Can you accept that?”

A part of her wished she could pretend she didn’t understand his meaning. But that would be lying—to herself, and to them. At her core, she was an honest woman.

“We’re at that level anyway. I thought to keep this just physical. Keep us as friends with benefits. But we’re more than that. I don’t know if this is forever, what’s between us. I know you believe it is, the both of you. I’m not there yet. I don’t know if I’ll ever be there. Can you accept that?”

“Yes.” Morgan didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, kissed her, then stepped back.

Henry’s arm came around her, and he turned her into his kiss. His mouth, hot and wet, caressed and slid, wooing hers, enticing hers to taste and tease until their tongues danced a slow, seductive tango. Henry scooped her into his arms before he broke the kiss.

“I can walk.” Although she thought she should be getting used to being carried by these two very macho men.

“Of course you can. This is all part of our ‘sweep-her-off-her-feet master plan.’”

Tamara laughed. Henry’s wit and dry delivery tickled her sense of humor.

“How’s that working for you?” she asked him.

“You’re off your feet, and we’re about to get lucky,” Morgan said. “I’d say it’s working pretty well.”

They didn’t let her catch her breath. Henry lowered her feet to the floor. Then, together, they peeled the clothes from her body.

Hands and mouths stroked and kissed, aroused and seduced. Tamara let them know she wanted equal access and smiled when their impatient movements stripped their own clothes from their bodies.

They brought her to the bed, and she wondered at the frenzy that overtook them all. They touched and tasted, rolled and caressed and cupped and squeezed. She immersed herself in the scent of them, in the feel of their hard muscles and musk-flavored flesh. She wanted, needed, all of them on all of her. As she immersed herself in them, want evolved beyond need, hovering on instinct. Join, burrow, mesh. Her psyche pushed her to leave all boundaries behind and tumble, wild and free, into the unknown.

Morgan reached for her, eased her over his body so that she straddled him. The heat of his latex-covered cock against her labia made her pussy clench and release its dew. Then she slid onto him, his erection filling her, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix as she took him all.

He continued to ease her down, until her face rested on his chest while his hands caressed her back.

The sounds of preparation sped the beat of her heart in her chest as excitement spiraled within her. She listened as Henry tore open the condom then rolled it into place. She understood the tiny whir was the sound of the cap being unscrewed from the tube of lube.

He didn’t warn her, just used his fingers to smooth a generous amount on her anus, stroking up and down and pushing in a little. Then another wet sound, and she knew he covered his sheathed cock in the gel, too.

All the while, Morgan stroked her back with his hands as his cock gently and slowly stroked the inside of her pussy.

“Easy.” The heat of Henry’s body close to hers, the movement on the bed behind her, fed her excitement, and yes, her trepidation.

Could her body even hold two cocks this way?

“I’ll stop if you ask it.” And then she felt the presence of his cock, the hot, round bulb of it, pushing against her anus.

“Oh, God. You feel so hot and big.”

“Work yourself back on me, sweetheart. You set the pace.”

In tiny increments she pushed against him, the combination of burning and sexual allure a cocktail she immediately loved. Back and forth, she found she could stimulate both cocks, and her hunger for more grew.

“Mm, I need…” She needed more but couldn’t talk, as the invasion of two cocks took every ounce of energy, every bit of attention.

“More?”

“Yes.”

Henry pressed a little harder. She felt her anus open, and the head of his cock enter her.

“Oh, oh. My…yes…just…” The tingles and shivers of acute horniness seemed to slither and go off everywhere at once. She couldn’t focus because it wasn’t just one spot that hummed within her, close to climax. Every spot had become an erogenous zone, everywhere quivered with barely held thrills.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so good. I need…” He inched forward just a little. Tamara pushed down and in, and felt Morgan’s cock seat itself even deeper inside her pussy.

“I’m going to come,” he said.

She felt the beginning spasms of his cock in her cunt as he began to empty himself inside of her. “I…I…” Words deserted her, seemed meaningless when she hovered on the very edge of heaven.

Morgan moved under her, just