Love Under Two Private Dicks Part 20

She loved them both. She loved them equally. But more, she was more and more certain that she loved them because they were two.

She looked from Mel, to Connor, and back. She couldn't explain to them with words, but maybe she could show them with her actions. When she saw that she had both men's eyes on her, she bent to Connor, and drew his c.o.c.k into her mouth. She stroked it with her tongue, gathering in the salty flavor. She swirled around the tiny hole at the top, stealing the drop of pre-c.u.m, and then slowly slid her mouth off of him, and turned to Mel. Her focus absolute, she bent over him and sucked his c.o.c.k exactly as she had his partner's. Their tastes were unique, but complementary. She loved the way they tasted one at a time, and she loved the flavor of them both on her tongue at the same time.

One, then the other and back, she lavished her love on them, hoping they got her message. When they took their eyes off her and looked at each other, she thought that maybe, just maybe, they did.

She felt their heat rise, their c.o.c.ks harden, and as she extended the fingers of each hand down and stroked their b.a.l.l.s she felt those tiny but mighty organs draw up, readying. She wondered if they would let her finish what she'd started. She loved the flavor of them both and counted it a blessing when they would let her drink their seed.

"Our turn."

Mel moved, and before she could blink he had her flat on the bed. He kissed her, then began to work his way down her body. With lips and teeth and tongue, he aroused her even as Connor turned her head toward him and laid his lips on hers.

Hot and wet and carnal, his kiss tapered and then he, too, began to work his way down her body.

Emily Anne cried out in pleasure when both men fastened their lips on one of her nipples at the same time. Those tiny points of flesh turned into tight little buds as her men lapped, sucked, and nipped at them.

Her body bowed off the bed as she whimpered out her pleasure.

Two hands, one of Connor's and one of Mel's, stroked her stomach and pressed down, as if to hold her in place. Their hands petted and caressed, working lower until they took turns teasing her slit.

Then their touch slowed and fell into sync one with the other and then, Oh G.o.d, yes, fingers entered her c.u.n.t and she knew that they each had one finger inside of her.

They were arousing her together, and nothing had ever felt so profoundly wonderful as that.

They lifted their heads from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and raised themselves up so she could see them both. But they left their hands on her c.u.n.t, their fingers inside her, and as she looked from one to the other, her arousal grew with the knowledge that they were both finger f.u.c.king her at the same time.

"Which one of us do you want in your a.s.s tonight, sweetheart?" Connor had asked the question. They continued to stroke her as they waited for her to choose.

She had no intention of choosing one of them over the other.

She gave them a grin that felt more than just a bit naughty.

"I want you both in my a.s.s tonight. And I really don't care which one of you goes first, as long as someone f.u.c.ks me in the a.s.s soon. I'm so h.o.r.n.y, I can't stand it."

The men looked at each other for a long moment. Connor nodded, and Mel sighed.

"Are you sure, precious?"

"Very sure. Please, f.u.c.k me the way I need to be f.u.c.ked right now."

"Come here, angel eyes." Connor stretched out on the bed beside her and turned her to face him. He gently kissed her lips, then arranged her so that she was half on her side and half on him. He eased her right leg over his body, and she understood that this position gave Mel, who was moving behind her, better access to her a.s.s.

She heard the sounds and knew that Mel had taken the lube and a condom out of the drawer of the bedside table.

Connor ran one finger down the side of her face and brought it under her chin. He lifted her face until she was looking in his eyes.

"Kiss me, Emily Anne. I need your flavor on my tongue."

Emily Anne opened her mouth to accept Connor's kiss and shivered when she felt the lube, cool and slick, being spread between the cheeks of her a.s.s against her a.n.u.s. Mel moved closer to her, kissing her shoulder as he worked his finger inside her. By now, this kind of foreplay barely gave her a twinge of discomfort. It did, however, never fail to increase her arousal. Tiny electric shocks of pure s.e.xual stimulation skittered down her spine, sizzling out in every direction to inflame every nerve ending in her body. Her nipples beaded tighter and her c.l.i.t actually tingled as if there was a connection between it and her rosette.

"Two." Mel whispered the word and then inserted a second finger into her. Here was a bit of a burn, but she welcomed the sensation. Her arousal grew, and that slight burn fed it. In and out and around in a circle, he worked her, doing, she knew, his best to prepare her. Usually it wouldn't take him long from this moment to insert one of the plugs.

Tonight it wouldn't be a piece of rubber entering her, and she could hardly wait.

"Three."

He'd never inserted three fingers in her before. Emily Anne moaned, because the burn had turned to pain and the pain felt so good. As Mel finger f.u.c.ked her a.s.s, she shivered in pleasure, pushing back slightly, letting him know how good it was. Her arousal climbed higher and higher, as this new and exciting sort of thrill began to consume her.

"Please." She pushed back against Mel, letting him know without a doubt that she wanted very much to have his c.o.c.k where his fingers were.

"All right, then. Relax for me now, precious. Let go all of your muscles and relax for me. That will make things easier. Please don't let me hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. Please, darling, I need your...oh, yes. Yes! Oh, your c.o.c.k is so hot..." She found the words simply deserted her as the pressure built. The latex-covered head of Mel's c.o.c.k pressed against her most delicate place and the pleasure at just this much contact was enormous.

She felt his c.o.c.k center right on her opening, and when he placed a hand on her shoulder to help him brace, she very subtly began to push back, willing her body to accept this new, and s.e.xy, invasion.

Mel hissed in a breath while Connor eased back. Emily Anne gradually understood that Connor's gaze was focused on her face. It took her a moment to understand why.

"Relax, precious. You're holding yourself too stiff and tight. Just exhale, and let go of your hip and leg muscles. I won't hurt you, baby. But I need you to let go, now."

"I trust you, Melvin." Emily Anne looked over her shoulder, and he kissed her cheek. She did trust him-she trusted them both. They'd spent quite a bit of time working to prepare her so that she would be ready to take their c.o.c.ks in her a.s.s without too much pain.

They hadn't just pushed their way into her in order to satisfy their own selfish desires, and she didn't expect they'd start doing anything like that now. They were not, either of them, selfish lovers.

"Baby, look at me."

Connor's voice pulled her attention to him. He held her gaze, and in a way, she thought, that very action connected the three of them in this special moment.

Mel eased off for a moment and then pressed into her again. The pain increased a little and slowly, second by second, began to morph into a biting kind of presence. Instead of hurting her, though, this bite colored her arousal, turned it darker, more dangerous, and edgier. Her arousal suddenly opened another dimension, and she gasped.

"Oh, oh...that feels..."

"Okay?" Mel's one-word question came tightly wrapped in restraint, and she knew he was being very careful of her and working hard to control himself.

For some reason, the urge to laugh shot out of nowhere. Emily Anne swallowed it and said, "'Okay' is such a tepid word for what this is, darling."

"Jesus, woman." Mel exhaled on a snort and rested his head on her shoulder for a moment.

She could feel him shaking with laughter and fighting for control, but neither of those seemed to have any negative effects on the strength of his erection. She met Connor's gaze again, and smiled because he was laughing, too.

Mel kissed her shoulder, and her neck, and then pressed against her some more. She felt her sphincter opening wider, and pressed back, just a little, letting him know that she definitely wanted more.

"Don't. You need to hold still. You feel so d.a.m.n good, honey. I'm trying to go slowly, but it's hard."

"Yes, it is hard and it's hot and, G.o.d, I want your c.o.c.k in my a.s.s so badly. Mel, please. Just do it."

"That's it. You've earned yourself a spanking, young lady. Just as soon as your a.s.s isn't sore any more from the reaming you're about to get."

"Mmm, yes, a spanking sounds wonderful." Emily Anne couldn't explain why her arousal had spiked with Mel's threat, but it had. She didn't think there was anything these men could suggest that wouldn't have her hot and wet and on the verge of an o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Easy, now." Mel's whispered words brushed her neck at the same instant he pressed against her a bit harder.

Emily Anne felt herself open completely and his c.o.c.khead enter her.

"Ah, yes. Yes." She pushed back against him.

Mel nipped her shoulder. "Hold still! I'm trying to control..." He let the words trail off.

She could feel him struggling, and took pity on him. Though it nearly killed her to wait, she did as he asked. She understood how very serious both these men were about not hurting her.

Mel breathed deeply, and she imagined he was rea.s.serting his self-control. "Okay, precious. Hang on. I'm going to f.u.c.k you, now. Connor, I won't last, I'm so d.a.m.n close as it is. You have to help her."

Connor stroked her face and she met his gaze again. She hadn't realized she'd averted her eyes until then. He leaned in and kissed her, tangling his tongue with hers, drinking her in with tiny sips.

Mel began to move, drawing back just a bit then pressing home again. He sank all the way in this time, and Emily Anne groaned and shivered from the sensation of his c.o.c.k f.u.c.king her a.s.s.

Connor reached down and began to run his fingers back and forth over her slit. Emily Anne felt her heart rate trip and her breathing hitch. She was torn between moving her hips forward to rub against Connor's hand, or thrusting backward, to press against Mel's marvelous c.o.c.k.

She felt the wetness of her juices on Connor's fingers.

"G.o.d, Emily Anne. You feel so f.u.c.king good." Mel's guttural declaration thrilled her beyond measure.

"Yes, it does feel good..." She knew they'd wanted her to keep her eyes open, but she couldn't any more. They drifted shut, and she lost herself in the rhythm, in the twin sensations of one lover f.u.c.king her a.s.s while the other teased and tormented her c.l.i.t. Back and forth, in and out, her arousal spiraled and rose, growing hotter and higher, until she thought she might pa.s.s out from the pleasure.

Connor cupped her face, easing her forward so she leaned on him, and the heat of both of her men permeated her skin. Their scents mingled and combined, and she inhaled, and shivered, and surrendered to them, letting go every thought, every muscle.

"Yes, oh, baby, that's it!" Mel began to move more freely in her, his thrusts faster and harder.

One moment her climax teased her, dancing out of reach, and the next it slammed into her at full blast, a tsunami of sensation that catapulted her to the very edge of heaven.

Emily Anne screamed as she came, as ecstasy spilled into her veins and filled her heart. She cried and gasped and let go of reality as rapturous pleasure flooded her soul and made her new and whole and free.

Chapter 20.

Mel didn't know what to expect as they all three got into his SUV and headed out. They were about to embark on the unknown, and that made him a bit nervous.

He had a very good relationship with his own parents, and he understood that colored his expectations. His parents had raised him with love, and discipline, and taught him to make his own path, chart his own course. He'd always known that whatever choices he made, they would love him unconditionally.

In life, generally, people expected others to behave the same way they did. Humans accept as "normal" their own habits, reactions, and morals.

But he'd been forewarned as he'd gotten to know Emily Anne. He'd been unable to completely reconcile his feelings as he'd learned of the way his woman's own mother had treated her. It was, he understood, a case of his own expectations coming up against an entirely different reality.

He also knew that Connor had no happy home memories after he was orphaned and placed in foster care when he'd been very young-and that his reactions to Emily Anne's upbringing had been even more rabid than his own.

All those factors combined could mean that there would be more Fourth of July fireworks today than might be usual at the Bancroft family picnic.

He'd wait until he met his woman's family before he decided whether to play peacekeeper or not. Considering his batting average already today, nothing looked certain. He shook his head. He had not expected such stubbornness from Emily Anne.

"It just makes sense," he'd said to her as they were getting ready to leave for the drive to Comanche. "Billy J has likely already told all and sundry that you're practically engaged to Connor." It didn't bother him one bit for her family to believe that Connor was her boyfriend, and that he, Mel, was just their friend.

Emily Anne, however, wasn't being sensible at all.

"I'm not one bit ashamed of being with both of you. I'm going to introduce you both to my parents. If they press me and ask me flat out which one of you is my beau, I'm not going to lie. I'm gonna start out as I mean to go."

"You're not being reasonable, precious," he'd said to her.

Mel let his gaze land for a moment on the beautiful woman sitting between him and Connor on the front seat of his car. Emily Anne's gaze was fixed straight ahead of her, her expression deceptively serene.

Note to self. Do not ever again tell your woman she is not being reasonable. Not ever, ever.

He met Connor's gaze over her head as he prepared to back the vehicle out of the driveway. He read in his partner's eyes humor and, most important he thought, sympathy.

And then he realized that in fact, Emily Anne was being reasonable. If this relationship went where they all really wanted it to go-if he and Connor could both get over the last little bit of their heteros.e.xual male hang-ups, they would be building a life together.

That meant marriage, l.u.s.ty style, and children. What would they tell Emily Anne's parents then?

Well, h.e.l.l. Mel wondered if the taste of crow would improve in the years to come. He had a feeling that with Emily Anne, it might be a dish he consumed on a regular basis.

"You're right, precious. I'm sorry. For the record, I am not ashamed that we're in a menage relationship with you. I was just trying to protect you from your family's possible reaction, I guess."

"I know. And I appreciate that more than I can possibly say. But it's time for me to let them know that I am my own woman. I'm not going to flaunt what we are to each other by making out with each of you, together or in turn, right there on the front lawn for everyone to see."

"Well, d.a.m.n, there goes one of my secret fantasies," Connor said.

Emily Anne expressed what Mel could only call a giggle-snort, while he himself just chuckled. When she brushed her hand over his, he met her gaze.

"I'm not going to make out with the two of you, but I am not going to hide the fact that I am totally, head over heels in love with you both." She looked over at Connor then turned her attention back to him. "And I am done with letting others' impressions and opinions of me be my reality."

"Head over heels, huh?" Mel took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. He kissed it, then rubbed the spot with his thumb. Hadn't he and Connor both wanted her to think of herself in a more positive way? Hadn't they wanted to help her heal her self-esteem?

Yes, they had. So how could he argue with the new, happy and self-confident Emily Anne who had emerged as a result?

Of course the truth was, he couldn't.

"Besides, it's not like you'll be on display for my entire family. It's usually just mom and dad and mom's sister, Doreen, and her family. Besides us, that's a total of eight people, tops. Just an intimate little family gathering."

It took barely an hour to drive from l.u.s.ty to Comanche. They left midmorning, and Mel figured it was likely for that reason they encountered very little traffic along the way.

Most folks have likely already gotten to where they're going.

"Did you bring your bathing suit?" Connor asked her.