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I released Brandon’s lips from mine, nipping at his bottom lip, before turning in Jackson’s arms, jerking his head down to me, and thrusting my tongue into his mouth without preamble. He opened to me, kissing me back just as ferociously as I was kissing him. I reached behind me and pulled Brandon into my back, nestling the hardness of him between my thighs until I felt the tip of him slide through the wetness gathered there.

Oh, holy fuck! The feel of them both wrapped around me was like nirvana…my own personal slice of heaven. I wanted to be possessed completely by them, to ride this out until I exploded into a million little pieces that would probably never fit back together the same way again. I already knew I was hanging by a thread and falling fast; I had been for months. But now there was nothing holding me back.

Pulling away from them, panting, I moved toward the bed, pushing Brandon ahead of me until he fell onto it, sliding to the middle and then reclining against the headboard. I climbed on the bed, following him until I was on all fours between his thighs. I wiggled my ass at Jackson, asking wordlessly for him to come behind me. He came to the bed but stopped suddenly, turning and grabbing his jeans off the floor, removing a strip of foil-wrapped squares from the back pocket. He ripped one off the strip and had it open and on before I could blink.

Without warning, I felt him, thick and heavy, probing into the drenched flesh between my thighs. He hesitated as if he was unsure. I thrust my hips back, his fullness stretching me, stinging a bit as I bore down, not stopping until he was buried deep.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

I wiggled against him a bit before turning my attention to the man sitting so patiently in front of me. His eyes had darkened, the gorgeous color of them turning stormy. His lips were parted, his breathing heavy as I took him in my hand and brought him to my lips. I moaned as I closed my mouth around him because Jackson had chosen that moment to start moving, sliding in and out of me with fluid movements, filling me so deeply on every thrust that if felt like he was hitting things inside that had never been touched before.

I lost myself to the moment, floating away on the feel of Jackson hard between my thighs, of Brandon hard between my lips, the salty-sweet tang of him on my tongue, the bite of Jackson’s teeth on that tender spot where my neck and shoulder meet, Brandon’s hands fisting in my hair.

The crescendo built and built, winding its way through the symphony of passion coursing through every fiber of my being, until all at once it let loose, crashing over me, sucking me down just as surely as I swallowed down every drop of Brandon’s release, licking my lips and releasing him as a scream tore from my throat. I came and came as Brandon growled and Jackson lost his smooth rhythm, pounded himself mercilessly into me, my inner muscles milking him as he spurted and shook, gasping, the heat of his release burning me even through the thin latex sheathing him.

When the tremors finally ceased, he carefully slid himself out of me and left to dispose of the condom. Brandon reached down and pulled me up over him. He cupped my cheek and, looking into my eyes, lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softly. I sighed and melted into him, loving the tenderness with which he held me.

I felt the bed depress behind me and shifted to look at Jackson as he laid down. I smiled at him and met his lips, kissing him sweetly before sliding down in the bed to lay flat on my back between them. They both moved to lay on their sides, propping their heads up on their fists to look down at me.

I grinned, unable to hold it in anymore. “So, was it good for you?” I asked, knowing the answer but still wanting the affirmation.

Jackson rolled his eyes and Brandon let out a laugh.

“Who’s hungry?” Brandon asked as he lightly slapped my thigh, rolled off the bed, and strode out of the room, completely uncaring of his nudity.

Jackson and I looked at each other and laughed before getting up to follow him. Of course, I stopped to grab my robe first, and Jackson grabbed his jeans, sliding them on. When we got to the kitchen, Brandon was standing in front of the open fridge, rummaging around.

Hearing us walk in, he turned and scowled at me. “You have no food in here, woman!” he growled.

I shook my head at him, laughing. “Yes, I know. I need to go to the store. Why don’t you go get some clothes on and we’ll go grab something to eat? Griff’s sound good?”

Jackson and Brandon both nodded and took off to get clothes. I followed behind a little slower, finding that I was actually a little tender in places that hadn’t been worked that well in a long time.

We all piled into Jackson’s car and headed downtown to Griff‘s. We sat, ate, and talked for a while before going back to my house to go to bed. It was getting late and I needed to be at the store early in the morning because I had a lady bringing me some stuff to look at.

By unspoken agreement, we stayed at my house, tumbling naked into my bed to sleep, our limbs all tangled together.

In the morning, before my alarm had even had a chance to go off, I was woken by Jackson’s mouth on my nipple, suckling and nipping, and then jerked even more awake when Brandon’s mouth opened over my wet heat, his tongue spearing through the soft folds, flicking over my clit rapidly before laving me from top to bottom. I writhed between them, moaning and gasping, drowning in pleasure. I stiffened, my back arching as Brandon’s tongue thrust inside me, fucking me as deeply as his tongue would reach. Between that and Jackson’s mouth on my breasts, his hands squeezing and kneading them as he sucked and licked and bit, I was fast approaching the edge.

Brandon’s tongue moved back to flick over my clit again and he thrust two fingers into me, curling them up to hit that elusive spot that only I’d been able to find in the past. No one else had ever made me as wild, had known how to bring me to that peak so fast, so completely. He stroked in again, his tongue moving faster, and when Jackson latched onto my nipple again, that was it. I was flying, leaping off that edge into the abyss of seemingly never-ending ecstasy.

Breathless, I lay there, my body thrumming and clenching with aftershocks, unable to move. I heard rustling movements and, unable to do more than open my eyes to see what it was, I did, gasping at what I saw. Brandon and Jackson were both on their knees beside me, each of them fisting their rods, their eyes locked on my naked body sprawled out before them.

I felt my body shift into overdrive, my inner muscles clenching again at the sight of their hands moving on themselves, jerking faster and faster, each of them panting as they reached for completion.

I moaned, long and drawn out, and whispered, “Yes, oh God, please…come for me. Come on me…Jacks…Brandon…mmmmm…”

At once, they both exploded, my words taking them over the top, their groans and growls mingling with my gasps as Brandon spilled himself across my stomach, Jackson across my breasts. When the last drops of their release was wrung from them, they collapsed beside me, each taking my lips in turn, kissing me gently.

Chapter 4

Halfway through eating my lunch at the counter in my store a couple days later, I heard my phone chime in my purse. I grabbed it to see who had texted and had to laugh out loud.

Allison Anne McCormick, you are a horrible best friend! Pick up your phone and call a bitch, bitch!

I hadn’t talked to Emma in a few days, which, now that I think about it, is pretty unusual. But then again, I’d been a little preoccupied. And I was loving it!