Love Under Two Jessops (19 page)

Grant had gone into the bathroom to fetch a small hand towel. When he returned, he’d reached down and grabbed up his jeans. From the pocket he withdrew a few condoms—all but two of which he tossed onto the bedside table.

Chloe looked down at the condoms resting on her. “I bought some yesterday, you know. To have on hand, just in case. They’re in the nightstand drawer.”

“Good to know. Since we haven’t nailed you here yet, we couldn’t be sure you had any, so we came prepared.”

“Nailed, huh? There you go with that flowery, romantic talk again. I swear you’re going to just make my head spin.”

“We plan on not only making your head spin, darlin’,” Grant said. “We’re fixin’ to make the earth move for you, too.”

“Braggin’, braggin’, braggin’.” Chloe knew she was playing with fire, teasing them this way. She thought it just might be worth it.

When Grant raised one eyebrow and looked pointedly at the condoms still lying on her naked stomach, she decided to do his bidding.

Andrew let loose her hands and she got up on her knees. First, she sheathed him, giving his cock a few strong strokes before and after sliding the latex into place.

Then she turned to Grant and treated him to the same very personal service. She heard the hiss of his exhaled breath and knew she was pushing all the right buttons.

She kept her hand on his cock—he was so hard and big her fingers barely touched—and looked up at him to gauge his reaction while she began to stroke him.

He reached down, freed himself, and picked her up. “You’re trouble, you know that?” And then he closed his mouth over hers.

She felt his smile as his lips moved on hers. His kiss consumed her, setting her hormones on fire, making her blood race and her heart sing. How could she have gone through so much of her life without the taste of this man and his brother on her lips? Chloe wrapped herself around him, arms and legs. Her fingers played in the soft silkiness of Grant’s blond hair, and she reveled in the sensation even as the tip of his hot, hard, condom-covered cock brushed her slit.

He moved, lowering them both to the bed, and then weaned his lips from hers. He held his weight off her, but stayed hovered close, so that the heat from his body seared her. “You get to me, woman, in ways I’d never imagined anyone could. You make me hot and you make me think. You’re always there, in a corner of my mind, keepin’ me company all day long even when we’re apart. I can’t get enough of you, and that’s the God’s honest truth.”

Chloe’s heart turned over. She reached up and caressed the side of Grant’s face. “That was the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

He reached down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I think you bring that quality out in me, baby girl.”

Before she could think of a response, he kissed her again. He drank from her, lips and tongue ardent in their caress. Beside her, Andrew caressed her, his hand traveling in a measured and slow sweep, down along her hip to her thigh.

Grant deserted her lips to lay a trail of hot, moist kisses along her neck, down to her breasts. He moved like a man possessed, licking and nipping, moaning with what sounded like pleasure as he tasted each new tiny spot on his journey down her body.

Andrew inched closer then turned her head toward him. She opened her mouth to him, the pleasure of his taste, of his textures, filling her up even as the brush of his palm against her cheek aroused her emotionally. So gentle, so tender, these men contrasted and complemented each other as they seemed to focus all their attention on pleasuring her.

“
Yes.
” She could say no more than that one word, because her mind refused to work. She could only absorb, she could only wallow in this sensual pampering. She could only take and give back with everything she had.

Grant’s lips and tongue began to slide and glide over her pussy, each broad stroke and each press and sip driving her higher, and then higher still.

A mouth on her breast, moist and warm suction pulling her nerve endings taut, added to the pulse of passion pounding through her. A veritable artist’s palette of sensory stimulation drew her up, drew her in, and she imagined herself, for the first time in her life, a woman of ethereal beauty, a child of Eros, desired,
wanted
.

Arousal burned, grew hotter, shooting sparks through her as tiny tendrils of orgasmic bliss sizzled and snapped along her flesh, setting off explosions of ecstasy from her clit to her nipples and then down, deep down into her womb.

Close, so close to coming
. She cried out, a feminine sound as old as time, a sound without words, but rife with meaning. Grant moved, surged up her body, and slid his cock inside her in one fluid thrust.

Chloe sobbed as she came, the waves of pleasure racing through her with unimagined intensity. She clung to the man covering her, wrapped herself around him and felt the connection with him run soul deep. His powerful movements rocked her, and when he stiffened, when she felt his cock pulsing within her, she rejoiced in his climax, in the deeply pleasing female achievement of having given her lover release.

Sweat glistened on his body, a shimmering, heady, salty-tangy essence that she sampled with her tongue. He shivered and she smiled. Then he kissed her, this mating of lips tender, reverent, and sweet.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Andrew needs you now.” He eased out of her body, then stood and sent her a cheeky wink as he headed toward her en suite bathroom.

Chloe turned her head to look at Andrew. His eyes looked full of mischief. “Do you need me, darlin’?” she asked.

“Desperately. Come here, Chloe-doe. Come ride me again.”

She barely had to move, because Andrew lifted her and settled her on top of him. His eyes and hands worshipped her body, sliding up from her waist to her breasts. She could never mistake the adoration in his eyes.

These men are a miracle. How did I ever get so lucky?

In the next moment, she wondered if he could somehow read her mind. “You’re a miracle to us, Chloe. You’re beautiful and strong and funny, and so damned sexy. Take my cock inside your body, baby. Fuck me, Chloe-doe. Pleasure us both.”

Chloe didn’t think, she just moved. She just let herself fall into the wonderland of sexuality, of pure physical pleasure that this man was so very good at creating with her.

Even as Grant came out of the bathroom, she took Andrew’s cock into her body and slid all the way down on him, until she felt his latex-covered cockhead bump against her cervix. She rose and fell and she swayed, all to music so erotic, music sensed more than heard.

“God, that’s a beautiful sight.” Grant’s deep tone thrilled her. She stretched out, her arms uncurling, her hands reaching to the heavens, unconcerned because she knew the man with whom she danced this dance of love would keep her safe.

“You look like a goddess on me, sweetheart. How could you ever doubt how beautiful, how desirable you are?”

Chloe looked down and felt her heart turn over at the look of love and adoration in Andrew’s eyes. “You make me beautiful and desirable.” She met Grant’s eyes over her shoulder. “The two of you do. Because I never was either of those things before you.”

“Come here, sweetheart.” The catch in his voice moved her. This was more than sex, more than anything she’d ever experienced. A sense of reverence filled the air. “Lay your head on my chest, my Chloe. Let us begin to give you what you asked us for. Let Grant begin to prepare that sweet little ass of yours for our cocks.”

Chloe’s smile, slow and sly, stretched her lips. “It’s not little.” But she bent and laid her head down on Andrew’s chest and then turned her face to the side, hoping to be able to watch and see what Grant was going to do to her.

His hand landed none too gently on her right ass cheek.

“Hey!” She’d jumped in shock because the smack stung.

“You have to stop trash-talking yourself.” Grant ran his hand over the spot on her flesh where his hand had connected. Then she felt the imprint of his lips, hot, moist, but infinitely gentle, as he kissed where he’d slapped her. “This ass is
perfect
…and it’s very soon going to belong to us. No one insults what belongs to us, my love—not even you.”

He continued to brush his fingers and his lips over her flesh, even as she rode Andrew’s cock.
Actually, stretched out this way he’s fucking me, I’m not riding him.
Oh, but the sensation of his hard cock moving so delicately within her felt more than fine.

She thought she could hover in this erotic, arousal-drenched state for hours.

Grant’s seduction of her bottom changed and she gasped at the sensation of something cool and slick being spread between her ass cheeks, centering on her anus.

“Don’t tense up, Chloe. Just relax and let us have our way with you.” Andrew ran his hands over her back, and then he stilled his movements inside her.

“Okay.” She shivered. The feel of Grant’s slickened fingers rubbing her right
there
defined delicious.

Grant ran his fingers back and forth over her opening, and then he began to push against it. “Tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart.”

The burning didn’t surprise her, but the added lick of arousal that burning fed certainly did. She couldn’t hold back a moan as the burn persisted. Her flesh resisted him and then slowly began to give way.

“You doin’ okay there, love?”

“Mmm…it burns a bit, but it’s good, too. It feels…I need more. Please don’t stop.”

“It feels good? I’m very happy to hear that,” Grant said. “Remind us to discuss with you the concept of ‘erotic pain.’”

Chloe had heard all about that and figured it for a load of hooey. Right at the moment, however, she thought the concept had merit.

He eased his finger away from her, returning to her before she could complain about his desertion. The renewed coolness told her he’d used more of the lubricant. The extra gel eased his way just a little more as he continued to push into her. Andrew held himself still within her, but kept his hands moving on her, a gentle caress of her back and hips. He placed soft kisses on her head. Arousal climbed within her, a wispy, smoke-rising kind of climb that kept her nipples pebbled.

She flexed her inner muscles, squeezing Andrew’s cock. He hissed in a breath, so she guessed he liked that.

Grant’s finger finally breached her opening, sliding all the way into her. He moved in and out of her ass, in and out and side to side.
She
guessed he was stretching her and the idea of having a cock inside her there made her shiver all the more.

Chloe wanted to move against him, and so she did. Somehow she managed tiny little hip movements, fucking both the cock in her cunt and the finger in her ass.

“I would say by the way you’re moving, you like that. Good. Here’s another, love.”

Grant eased his finger out of her. That finger was then joined by another. He pressed them both against her tiny rosebud. The burning was back, fiercer this time, more insistent, and more arousing.

“Oh, God. That feels…” She whimpered and moved against him, letting him know she needed more. “I want to come.”

“Easy, sweetheart. Don’t come yet, we’re nearly there.”

“Give me your mouth, Chloe-doe.” Andrew stroked her chin and lifted her face to his.

Chloe stretched up, kissing him, using her tongue to taste and tease and, in her own way, beg for the relief of orgasm.

Andrew kept one hand on her back, but he slid his right hand down between them, until his fingers brushed the top of her mound. She moaned into his mouth when his hand burrowed between them even lower until he touched her where his cock entered her.

Grant withdrew his fingers and she whimpered, needing the sensation back, craving that delicious double penetrating arousal.

She broke her kiss with Andrew, stilling when instead of Grant’s fingers, something else touched her anus. It was larger and more solid than his fingers, and she realized he’d taken up the butt plug.

“Now,” Grant said.

Andrew’s lips captured hers, his tongue bold and brash as his fingers found and teased her clit. Behind her, Grant began to press the butt plug into her. Her anus opened, and the plastic slid in all the way, just as Andrew squeezed her clit.

Chloe came, the rush of rapture sharp and fierce, the explosion sending wave upon wave of delight from her feminine core, out along every nerve ending in her body.

“Are you all right, Chloe?” Michelle asked. “You look a mite flushed and uncomfortable.”

Beside and across from her Grant and Andrew buried their faces in their menus. Chloe was certain the waitress had heard their snickers.

“I’m fine, Michelle.” She sighed as if she was disappointed in herself. “I know I’m acting like I got a bur up my butt.” She shook her head. “I’m gonna put a plug in that right now.” And she gave the waitress a big smile.

She also turned her smile on those two Jessops, satisfied when they each looked as if they were going to choke on the laughter they were holding back.

The butt plug in her bottom didn’t hurt at all, but she could feel it, and if she moved a certain way, it seemed to send a little ripple of arousal all through her body.