Sparks ignited within her.
“Yes,” Devon said in response to Morgan’s query. “She was fine last night.” Heat and anticipation tinged his intimate voice.
“Yes,” Fallon reiterated. Insisted. “I want to feel you both at the same time.”
Devon moved behind her. Placed one knee alongside Morgan’s thigh and straddled the other.
“Slow,” Morgan cautioned as he guided her back down onto his lap so he was deep inside her and she was rocking gently against him.
Her blood blazed and her breathing escalated. Anticipation was not the right word for what she felt. There was a vibrant, carnal craving clawing at her. An overwhelming urge to finally, finally be the woman in this position with Morgan and Devon. To be the object of their desire and the recipient of all their passion and skill.
As the tip of Devon’s cock slid along her cleft, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
Her arms tightened around Morgan’s neck. He kissed her sexily, sensuously as she rode him. Then she felt the warmth of the lube on her skin and the pressure of Devon against the small hole.
Dragging her mouth from Morgan’s, her gaze locked with his smoldering whisky-colored eyes and she told him, “You’re going to have to hold onto me. I might get a little crazed here.”
His grin was a strained one. “You’re not the only one. But don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
His hands remained on her hips. Devon’s slipped between her and Morgan at her ribs and slid up to her breasts, palming and squeezing them as his cock pressed in. So slightly. So gently.
But it sent a wicked thrill through her.
“Oh, God.” Her body trembled. She buried her face in the crook of Morgan’ neck. Tried to breathe.
Devon’s chest pressed to her back. He inched farther in and Fallon thought for sure she’d come. That quickly, that easily.
She forced herself to hold onto the sensations. Not give in quite so fast.
“Jesus,” Morgan whispered in her ear. “Do you know how incredible you feel?”
She couldn’t respond. Couldn’t really think straight. There were no coherent thoughts, just cascades of feeling. Some electrifying, some heartwarming.
Because Fallon was now theirs.
Morgan took the lead and had her hips undulating to his measured beat. Devon fell into place with them. She raised her head and her lips tangled with Morgan’s as Devon’s hands caressed her breasts and toyed with her nipples. She’d never known such bliss. To be sandwiched between them, filled by them, drowning in their heat and rigid bodies.
The lube and her natural moisture had both men gliding along her inner walls and she felt them so acutely. Every inch of them. It was the most amazing sensation. Again, so different from the toys, because it was them. Her two favorite men in the world. Real, living, breathing men pleasuring her with such care, even when she knew Devon wanted to drive deeper, harder.
But for her . . . for her first time with both of them . . . he held back. Remained composed. Made love to her.
And it was exquisite.
Devon’s lips skimmed over her bare shoulder, sending a ripple down her spine. Then his tongue flicked her earlobe before he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot below her ear.
She moaned against Morgan’s mouth.
Fallon unlocked her arms from around Morgan and raked her fingers through his lush hair. Kissed him deeply. Then she turned her head just enough so that Devon could capture her mouth with his.
His playful, flirty kisses were a huge contrast to Morgan’s intense, soul-stirring kisses. She loved the difference in technique. The difference in the way they tasted and smelled. It was all so intoxicating. Pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
She said to Devon, “I think I’m thoroughly acclimated now. Nice job, by the way. But you can do what you really want. Fuck me.” Her gaze shifted to Morgan. “Both of you.”
Morgan’s jaw clenched briefly. “It could get a little out of hand.”
She was certain her grin was a suggestive one as she told him, “Let’s hope so.”
He exchanged a look with Devon. But then they were both moving inside her again and Fallon couldn’t find any good reason to try to dissect the meaning of that pointed look. Her insides caught fire. Their flesh slid against hers as the heat of their passion and the light humidity in the air slickened their skin.
Devon relinquished his hold on one of her breasts and instead gripped the top of the cushion behind Morgan’s shoulder, giving him better leverage. Morgan lifted her off his lap once more so that his cock could pull almost out of her and then thrust back in. Long, full strokes that lit her up. Devon pumped a bit deeper, steadily, though with a desperate insistency that stoked the inferno within her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “God. I can feel you both, so thick and hot inside me. It’s so incredible.”
Morgan’s hips bucked upward. Devon’s forward. And the sensations started to mesh so all that registered in her mind was being filled by both men, who were totally in sync with each other, working her rapidly, heatedly, fervently.
“Oh, God,” she murmured. Her forehead pressed to Morgan’s shoulder. Her eyes closed. She homed in on the way they fucked her, the way they pushed her up, up, up.
Their breathing was as labored as hers. The sound of both men pumping into her mixed with their groans and her moans.
Fallon couldn’t process the full-blown eroticism of the intimate act all at once. She just gave herself over to it and let her body respond. Let the desire flash through her and the emotions ribbon around her stomach and wind their way up to her heart.
This was everything she’d ever wanted. Everything she’d fantasized about.
And so, so much more.
It was intense and raw and beautiful.
And Fallon was hopelessly lost in both men.
And in her love and desire for them.
“Christ,” Devon ground out. “You are sensational, sweetheart.”
Morgan’s lips grazed her temple as he whispered, “Better than anything we’ve ever experienced.”
Their words elevated her to that highest pinnacle as much as everything they did to her. And Fallon couldn’t hold on a second longer. The sensations collided and she screamed. Liquid heat roared through her body and she quaked from head to toe.
“Fuck!” Devon called out, his cock surging and pulsing as he climaxed.
She squeezed tight and Morgan fucked her harder, faster. Then he yelled, “Fallon!” as his searing cum filled her pussy.
She let out another cry . . .And came again.