Unbridled (2 page)

Suddenly the comfort Don had initially given her turned into something else altogether. Heat poured through one man, through her, and into the other. She had no idea touching two human beings at once, being enveloped by them, was so intense.

Kent leaned down and kissed her ear. “I’m glad you’re here, Alex.” He pressed his cock into the crevice of her ass and she felt every inch of it through the thin material of her pants. The man was well endowed and Alex felt the stirrings of arousal low in her belly.

Then Don leaned back and kissed her. His lips were soft and plump, tasting slightly of rum and Coke, sweet and intoxicating. She kissed him back, surprising both of them. His sweet kiss turned into an openmouthed dueling of tongues and hot, wet heat. Kent brushed the undersides of her breasts, and the nipples popped like pink diamonds.

“Wanna dance?” Kent leaned past her to insert his mouth between them, to lap at their tongues like a kitty reaching for a treat.

Alex could hardly catch her breath. The idea that these two hot men would want to share their bed with her, which was patently obvious now, made butterflies explode in her stomach. She’d come to the club expecting this—it was no time to be a pussy about it. She chased away the lingering apprehension and smiled.

“Yes, let’s dance.”

The dance floor was crowded with gyrating bodies, pulsing with heat and arousal. Alex was already warm from Don and Kent, and the mixture of their sexual titillation made her temperature rise even more.

As the beat thrummed through her, Kent stayed behind her while Don took up position in front of her. She expected them to be good dancers, and they didn’t disappoint her. Kent put his hands on her hips and swayed behind her, his cock just brushing against her ass.

Don’s dark gaze held hers as he approached her from the front. His chest came close to hers, close to the aching nipples clearly visible through her white blouse. It was a tantalizing dance, a tease to keep her wanting and needing more.

Her breath came and went in pants; she could hardly get enough air in. She wished she’d tossed back the rest of the bourbon; her body burned for something, anything. As she swung her hips around and moved as one with her dance partners, her pussy began to throb with the music.

Don slid down the front of her, his tongue leaving a path from her throat to her breasts. He nipped at her, leaving her almost dizzy with arousal. Kent pulled her toward him, putting her ass in the saddle of his obviously hard cock.

She closed her eyes and Don pressed her front once more. The music thrummed through her as she twisted and turned with them. Hands and bodies rubbing, touching, inciting. Alex was on fire, had never been so aroused in her life.

She grabbed Don and yanked him until his lips slammed against hers. Tongues tangled, rasping against each other as Kent reached around to tweak her already aching nipples. She came up for air, meeting Don’s dark gaze. He smiled and she knew she was ready to do more than dance.

Kent whispered in her ear, his voice husky with need. “I want to fuck you, Alex. I want to taste your pretty pussy and feel your mouth on my cock.”

Alex looked into Don’s gaze as his partner had sex with her in words. He licked his lips, as if tasting her, and she did the same. With a smile, she turned to Kent. His brows went up as she backed into Don, reveling in the feeling of his hardness against her.

Kent’s nipples were hard beneath his white shirt. She longed to taste them, bite them and make him hiss. Her sexual proclivities had always leaned toward the experimental, although this would be her first ménage, and with two bisexual men to boot.

She could hardly wait.

Alex took Kent’s hand and brought it to her throbbing pussy. “I need you.”

Instead of looking shocked, he smiled and met Don’s gaze over her shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

 

 

The ride to their house was excruciating. They’d put her in the backseat alone. She almost tore her clothes off and masturbated during the fifteen-minute ride just for some relief. As it was, she kept touching her nipples, tugging at them through her blouse.

“Are we there yet?”

Kent chuckled. “Anxious,
ma petite
?”

It was David’s nickname for her, and the sound of it made her heart clench. She was there to escape the pain of his death, to give and receive comfort. Kent’s reminder put an instant kibosh on her arousal.

“I’m sorry, Alex.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry. I want to be here more than anyplace else in the world.”

Kent turned to put his hand on her knee. “Same here, doll. Now, let’s see just how much fucking we can get done tonight.”

She laughed, reveling in his honesty, his ability to put her at ease. Don was a lucky man. If Kent had been entirely straight, she might have to fall in love with him.

They pulled up to the beautiful adobe-style house and Alex was calm, yet there was still a steady beat of need within her. Kent helped her out of the car as Don opened the front door. By the time she entered the house, he’d lit a series of candles leading them to the bedroom.

Her stomach jumped in anticipation, wondering exactly what she’d gotten herself into. It was enough to make her just a tiny bit nervous, but it wasn’t fear; rather, it was the unknown. A ménage had always interested her, but it had never gone past the fantasy stage.

When they entered the bedroom, an enormous king-size bed dominated the room. Don stood by the bed, lighting one more candle, throwing a light blue glow in the room. She heard the snick of the door closing behind her and she closed her eyes.

As if it were their standard position, Kent stood behind her, his warm hands sliding down her arms. Don cupped her chin and kissed her, his fingers unbuttoning her blouse. Their hard bodies surrounded her, bringing back her arousal as if they’d found the magic switch deep within her.

“I can smell you, Alex.” Kent nibbled at her ear. “I told you I want to taste that pretty pussy of yours.” He cupped her throbbing mound. “And judging by the heat I feel, you’re ready for it.”

“God, yes.” It came out in a rush of air.

Kent’s breath puffed against her skin as he chuckled. “Let’s get the rest of these clothes off, then.”

She stood and watched as they undressed her. Wet, hot kisses accompanied each inch of skin they revealed. Alex was almost beyond the point of no return, and was afraid one touch of any appendage to her clit would make her come instantly.

By the time she was naked, somehow both of them had removed their clothes too. Dark and light, they were images of muscle and sinew, and fucking sexy as all hell. She drank in the sight of the six-pack abs, the well-hung cocks, and the idea they were to spend the night in bed with her made her giddy.

Alex lay back on the bed, never taking her eyes off the men. They crawled up on the bed after her, like big cats stalking their prey. A shiver raced through her at the thought.

Kent grinned as his hands slid up her thighs even as his erection pressed against her hip. He was hard as an oak tree, smooth and silk wrapped.

Don seemed to be the kisser because Kent focused on her pussy, while Don used his formidable kissing skills on her mouth. Kent’s lips and tongue teased her inner thighs as Don’s teased her lips.

It was an onslaught of sensation. Alex closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of two hard bodies pleasuring her. It was a dream, a celebration of life, a fitting end to the worst week of her life. She needed them maybe as much as they wanted her.

Kent’s tongue swiped her slit from one end to the other. She sucked in a breath and held it as Don licked her neck, traveling down to her aching nipples.

Kent lapped at her, alternately nibbling and kissing her throbbing center. It took only moments, really, when Don bit one nipple and Alex exploded with the most powerful orgasm of her life. She screamed and bucked against Kent. He absorbed her twists and turns, his mouth locked on her clit, sucking every last drop of orgasm from her.

Tears slid from her eyes as she came down from the high. They laid down on either side of her, petting her, gentling their touches until she had calmed down.

“Okay, doll?” Kent turned her head until she looked at him.

She smiled at him. “Yeah, I’m okay, just a little overwhelmed.”

“Then stay there and we’ll give you something to watch.” He waggled his eyebrows; then his gaze locked on Don’s. They reached across her body, kissing hard, the sounds of their rasping tongues and heavy breathing loud in the quiet room.

Alex watched with fascination as Kent climbed over her to reach his man. She scooted over and turned on her side to get a better view. She’d watched her share of porn, of course, but seeing the real thing, two men pleasuring each other, was far beyond anything she’d experienced.

It was clear Kent was the bottom and Don the top. They grabbed each other’s cocks, tugging and sliding their hands up and down, even as they continued with the punishing kisses. Soon Kent was on his knees sucking Don with a tremendous amount of skill. He lapped, sucked, nibbled and laved at his partner’s erection.

The wet sounds of his mouth, the small moans he made as he pleasured Don, made every hair on her body stand up. Kent’s erection bobbed between his legs, forgotten as he gave Don a blow job.

Alex couldn’t let that happen, not after the tonguing he’d just given her. She slid closer until she could take him in her mouth. He was salty and delicious on her tongue. One thing she could do well was suck a man off. Kent groaned, and when she looked up to meet Don’s gaze, he nodded his approval.

It was a cock-sucking fest and she couldn’t have been happier. She fondled his balls, her finger sliding back to his puckered hole. He groaned and jerked against her. No doubt if he didn’t have a dick in his mouth, he’d tell her to keep going.

Alex tasted a bit of cum on her tongue and she swallowed his essence. Kent let Don’s cock loose and looked down at her.

“Let’s get busy, doll.”

She didn’t know what to do, so she simply moved out of the way and watched as Kent got on his knees. It was the most erotic moment of her life. Her heart beat a steady rhythm as Don put lube on his lover’s ass, sliding a finger in the hole, then two. Kent closed his eyes, his entire body shuddering.

“Get under him, Alex. We’ll do this together or not do it at all.” Don’s quiet voice was strained with arousal.

She smiled as Don handed her a condom. After sliding it down Kent, Alex waited until Don was positioned to enter him; then she slid back under Kent. Kent’s face was tight with pleasure as Don fucked him.

“Now.”

Kent obeyed his partner and slid into her waiting pussy as if she were coated with the same lube. She was so wet from watching, from sucking Kent off, and from his tonguing. It was the slickest she’d ever remembered being and, damn, it felt better than she could imagine.

Soon they began to move in unison. Don slid into Kent as Kent slid into Alex. It was a symphony of fucking and of life. She pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body even as Kent’s pace quickened within her.

The moans, the stuttering breaths, the wet sounds of her pussy, of their cocks. The entire room turned into an inferno of pleasure and Alex felt her orgasm building somewhere near her toes. It traveled up her body until it landed in the walls of her center. She tightened so hard, Kent groaned.

“Alex, Jesus Christ. Ah, shit, Don, I’m fucking coming.”

Don seemed to catch the same rhythm and together they groaned and thrust.

Yes, yes, yes.
That was it.

Right there.

The wave of her orgasm washed over her, stealing her breath, nearly stopping her heart. She arched against Kent, even as Don arched into him. They came with a cacophony of primal, animalistic growls. Alex could barely catch her breath, and her heart beat so hard, she swore it would burst from her chest. She smiled up at Kent, then up at Don. When they smiled back at her, she knew she’d be all right.

 

 

Alex woke as the pink light of the dawn painted the horizon. She stepped into the shower, intrigued by the mixture of masculine and feminine touches in the bathroom. Both Kent and Don were amazingly neat.

There was a guest towel with tiny shampoo and soap, a little tented table card on top with her name on it in masculine handwriting. She smiled as she stepped into the hot spray and took a quick shower. The two of them had been sweet, sexy, solicitous and wonderful friends. She couldn’t have asked for a better catharsis to begin the next section of her life.

As she toweled off, she tried to think of an appropriate way to say thank-you and good-bye to them. It would be difficult to keep her emotions in check; that was for sure. Alex had felt like a foolish woman all week, weeping and moping. It was time to find her backbone and stop whining.

She dressed quickly and brushed her teeth, hoping to leave before both of them were out of bed. Alex wasn’t a coward; she was just ready to leave, to finally say good-bye to her life in L.A.

After calling a cab, she gathered up all her things and stuffed them in the small bag she’d brought in last night. Then it was time to wake them up, but much as she wanted to leave, she also wanted to crawl back into the bed between them and stay. They were safe, whereas the unknown of Wyoming loomed in front of her.

Alex knew there was no permanent place for her in their relationship. Kent and Don were together for life, a perfect couple who indulged with a woman only when it suited their moods. Alex understood all that, but still, a little part of her wished they’d invite her to stay. It would give her an excuse not to face her past.

The bedroom was awash in the gray light of early morning. As she stepped in, her shoes made barely a whisper of a sound, yet Kent sat up when she walked in. His blond hair was tousled from sleep, among other things, and he smiled at her.