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His bristling lessened palpably, but the scrutiny didn’t disappear from his eyes. If he thought for even a moment that she was doing this unwillingly, he would yank Drayton off her—by force, if necessary.

Julia could see it clearly—the worst possible thing that could happen between the two men, between the three of them. An argument that had the potential to become physical. Violent.

Drayton didn’t seem like he was going anywhere, but Mike…

She knew—she absolutely knew—that it wouldn’t take much to make Mike walk out the door, and that was something she couldn’t stand.

So she wasn’t unwilling at the moment, after all. She wanted to do this. She wanted to bring the three of them together, keep them together, in any way she could.

If sex could do it, then she wanted sex. No matter how tired she was.

She let Drayton roll her over onto her back and kiss his way down her neck and collarbone. He mouthed one of her breasts through her tank top, moistening the cotton as he sucked and fluttered his tongue. Julia inhaled sharply and arched up into his mouth as she felt corresponding tugs of pleasure between her legs.

Drayton pulled off her pajama pants and panties as he suckled her breast, and then he raised his face so he could slide off her tank.

She lay between the two men naked, feeling slightly chilled by the cool air of the room—the sensation all the more startling because of the contrast with the developing heat of her pussy.

Reaching a hand out to Mike, Julia moaned deep in her throat as her arousal deepened and heightened. “Mike,” she gasped. “I need you too.”

She couldn’t stand for Mike to be left out—or to take himself out of their lovemaking. If this was to bring them together, then all three of them needed to participate.

She didn’t want any of this without Mike.

He took her hand and held it in his large one—and there was something strong and supportive in the feel of his warm grasp. He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss into her palm, an oddly sweet gesture to experience as Drayton was sliding three fingers into her slippery channel.

“You’re aroused now,” Drayton murmured, his green eyes hot and possessive. “Aren’t you?” To answer his own question, he pumped his fingers a few times, curling them up to hit her g-spot.

Julia bucked her hips in response, whimpering a wordless affirmation.

Drayton readjusted their bodies, lounging back against the pillows and then pulling Julia between his legs so she was leaning backward against his chest. He took her breasts in both hands and fondled them deliciously, as Julia splayed her legs apart wantonly.

She’d dropped Mike’s hand as Drayton had rearranged their positions, but now she fumbled for it again. “Mike, please.”

He squeezed her hand and said thickly, “What do you want, baby?”

“I want you to—” She broke off as Drayton pinched both of her nipples at once, shooting a sharp jolt of pleasured pain through her. She squirmed helplessly. Her arousal had built too quickly, and she didn’t have the energy or focus to deal with the torturous sensations for long. “Oh, God, I want to come. Mike, I need to come.”

He responded immediately to her pleas, moving over to kneel between her legs, and then to lean over so his mouth was in place near her swollen, intimate flesh.

“Yeah!” she gasped, as he lifted her bottom in his strong hands to give him better access. “Yeah, please.”

Drayton continued stroking and twirling her breasts, driving her wild with agonized pleasure. She knew he was watching Mike’s mouth between her legs, and—as always—his watching heightened her own arousal.

She tried to hold her pelvis still so Mike could lick and suck at her clit and pussy. But she was twisting and writhing with eagerness, and she couldn’t seem to stop.

She cried out as she felt his tongue slide into her, and then cried out again at a particularly deft twist of her nipples from Drayton’s fingers. She felt pulled apart by the intense sensations, in two directions at once.

“He’s tasting how wet you are,” Drayton murmured erotically in her ear. “How much you want this. I love to watch him eat you.”

“Yeah!” She tried desperately to keep her hips still. “Please, please.”

Mike didn’t tease her like he sometimes did—drawing the pleasure out intentionally. He moved quickly to her clit—rolling his tongue around it deliciously and then closing his lips down to suck.

“We’re going to make you come so hard,” Drayton said. “You’re going to scream.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled, feeling her orgasm build quickly now that Mike was applying sustained stimulation to her clit. Her arms had flown up toward Drayton’s head behind her, clawing at his neck, his shoulders, anything she could find to sink her fingernails into.

Drayton bit down hard on her neck—the shock of superficial pain shattering the coiling pressure of her orgasm.

She came hard, crying out as the waves of pleasure surprised her. She bucked helplessly, trying to press her pussy harder against Mike’s face to intensify the stimulation. And then she was washed with a flood of physical satisfaction and exhaustion as she came down.

Gasping, she lolled against Drayton’s chest—hoping the men were ready to come too. She wasn’t sure how many orgasms like that she could handle tonight.

The television was still on, the sports’ commentators sounding loud and incongruous against the heavy breathing and soft squeaking of the bed.

“Why don’t you get on your hands and knees,” Drayton suggested, with the sexy authority that she’d always found kind of thrilling.

She did as he instructed immediately, relieved because doggie style usually meant the end of foreplay.

Mike had straightened up and was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Drayton knelt on the bed—but he stayed beside Julia instead of moving behind her. He was still fully dressed—rumpled, aroused, and incredibly hot.

Julia tried to push her hair back—annoyed with the way it kept sticking to her cheeks—by rubbing her face against one of her bare shoulders. “Isn’t someone going to fuck me?” she asked.

“Not yet.” Drayton gave her a decidedly predatory smile. Then he stroked her back, gently pushing her shoulders and head down toward the bed, leaving just her bottom in the air. He squeezed her ass cheeks, caressed them, and then squeezed them again.

Then he startled her with a quick, hard spank.

She cried out in surprise and sudden pleasure, her cheeks burning in response.

They all knew Julia occasionally enjoyed being spanked. They’d had fun of that kind more than once—although always when Julia was feeling more energetic, adventurous, and sexy.

She was about to suggest they save the spanking for another day when she looked back over her shoulder and saw Mike glaring narrow-eyed at Drayton.

While she wasn’t exactly sure what had prompted the renewed antagonism, she wasn’t about to encourage it.

“Again,” she gasped, holding the position Drayton had put her in.

He spanked her again, and she whimpered at the resulting clench of her pussy.

Mike had turned to look at her with a jerk of his head, and—while he was clearly aroused—he now also appeared slightly confused.

“You like that?” Drayton murmured, although from her response to the warm smack on her ass, it must have been obvious that she did.

At the next spank, Julia felt herself grow even wetter, the moisture leaking out of her entrance and sliding down her inner thigh. She was flushed all the way down her face, her neck, and her chest.

Drayton rubbed her bottom, still tingling from the light pain. “Ask me for more.”

The irrational guilt at enjoying such a thing only intensified her arousal. She buried her face in the covers beneath her and mumbled out, “More. Please, more.”

He spanked her several more times, and each one caused her need and pleasure to grow until she was pushing her bottom up to meet his hand at each smack.

But the undignified position and the torturous need developing at her center was almost more than she could handle tonight. Nearly sobbing out her helpless desire, she pleaded, “Mike. Mike, make me come.”

To her infinite relief, she felt a new pair of hands on her flesh. He gentle caressed her reddened ass before he slipped one hand down along the crease to her sopping wet pussy.

He penetrated her with two fingers, the stronger stimulation causing her to make an embarrassing, mewling sound of relief.

“Yeah,” she begged. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

He did—pumping his fingers against her slippery inner walls while Drayton resumed his rhythm of spanks.

Between the delicious pain and the rhythmic strokes of Mike’s fingers, Julia’s orgasm spiraled up fast and hard. She shook her whole body shamelessly as the pressure tightened, and then screamed helplessly into the covers as she came.

Her pussy clenched around Mike’s fingers ruthlessly, and her clit spasmed intensely, even though it wasn’t being touched.

When Mike pulled out his fingers, coated liberally with her juices, and Drayton gave her tingling bottom one last stroke, Julia collapsed back onto the bed. She felt like she might pass out, and neither of the men had come yet. “God,” she gasped. “Oh, God. Someone else better come soon.”

Mike’s lips twisted slightly in brief responding amusement, and then he stretched out next to her and pulled her into a leisurely kiss.

There was something both bracing and comforting in his embrace, and Julia clung to him with her arms and her lips.

She felt better after a minute, better enough to respond when Drayton said in his most erotic husky drawl, “Let me see you ride him now.”

Mike didn’t pull out of the kiss, but he let her push him over onto his back and splay her legs out over his hips. With a reluctant moan, Julia tore her mouth away from his so she could sit up and line her groin up above his.

He was fully erect—big and hard beneath her hands—and he released a thick groan as she stroked his cock. Then he held himself in place with one hand as she lowered herself over him, her pussy sheathing him with slippery ease.

Her cheeks still blazed from her effort and pleasure earlier, and she was still intensely conscious of her sensitized bottom. But she’d mostly caught her breath, so she was able to start moving rhythmically over Mike with a slow slide of her hips. The motion caused Mike’s cock to rub lusciously against her inner walls, and both of them moaned at the sensations.

Mike held her by the hips, gripping handfuls of her flesh and helping to guide her motion.

Drayton watched, giving his cock a few squeezes before he said, “That’s right. Let me see you ride him.”

His voice and the knowledge of how he was watching her made Julia’s pussy clench with an automatic thrill of pleasure. Mike jerked and huffed out in response, bucking up slightly from the bed.

“Faster,” Drayton instructed, moving closer so he could brush Julia’s hair back from her hot face. “Let me see you ride him for real. Let me see your breasts bounce.”

Almost at climax again, Julia found the last remnants of her energy and accelerated her rhythm, bouncing over Mike in urgent motion until her hair flew all over her face and her breasts and bottom jiggled shamelessly.

She’d almost come when she was distracted by Drayton’s movements. He’d reached over to the nightstand to get something, and then he moved behind her, over Mike’s body.

With a little sob of frustration, she lost the momentum of her climax. Then lost her breath and had to stop riding Mike’s cock as her body was washed with heat and exhaustion.

“Okay, baby?” Mike asked, his hands sliding up her body to cup her face.

“Yeah,” she gasped. “Ran out of steam. Need to catch my breath.”

She knew what was coming so she leaned down to rest her weight on Mike’s chest. He hugged her for a minute, and then she looked back at Drayton.

He was slicking up his cock liberally with the lubricant he’d gotten from the nightstand. But he arched one eyebrow at her when he noticed her look. “Are you ready? Have you caught your breath?”

“Yeah.” She pulled herself up a little and let Drayton adjust her body and part her bottom cheeks until he could get his cock in position.

He used his fingers to stroke along the crease of her ass until he’d found her pussy and the base of Mike’s cock. Then he moved his fingers back a little until he’d found the tighter entrance behind.

Julia closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and tried to relax as she felt his cock pushing against her ass. They’d done this before, many times, and only the first time had been terribly uncomfortable. But it took a lot of mental and physical energy for her, and she hadn’t planned on taking him anally this evening.

But this was one way the three of them could be together—in the most literal and visceral of ways. And she wanted them together—she wanted them to reconnect. Desperately. And so she wanted to do this.

“All right, baby?”

She didn’t open her eyes, but she responded to Mike’s question—oddly touched that he kept checking in with her, even though they weren’t doing anything they didn’t normally do.

“I’m good,” she breathed, bracing her hands on his shoulders.

Drayton pushed in about an inch, then pulled out and applied more lube. Then he pushed in again even farther before pulling out again and reapplying.

Each penetration was deeper and tighter than the previous one, and despite her experience, Julia felt stretched beyond her limit, trapped between these two strong male bodies.

Soon, Drayton had entered her fully, and both men’s cocks shared her body. Julia gasped and whimpered helplessly as the sensations bombarded her and both of their hands caressed her.

“You’re so sweet, so hot,” Drayton rasped at her ear, clearly affected by the feeling of being inside her in such an intimate way. “Are you ready?”

She wasn’t ready. She was overwhelmed with sensation, pulled in opposite directions, stretched too tightly, too fully, both of her channels penetrated by solid, dominant flesh.

But she could already feel her orgasm developing—the most powerful kind of orgasm she experienced. And, as her cheeks and throat and bottom burned, she choked, “Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Both of you.”