Love Under Two Private Dicks Part 13

Oh they're both looking at me as if I'm an ice cream sundae and they're getting ready to gobble me right down.

Mel looked over at Connor then turned his gaze on her again. "Lose the dress, Emily Anne. Now."

When that man got all dominant on her it sent s.h.i.+vers up and down her spine. Mel Richardson could be tender and subtle, wrapping her up in an aura of caring so that she felt safe and pampered. But when he reached the edge of his control, he became every inch the strong, demanding lover, the quintessential alpha male, and she loved that about him.

Connor's more natural and focused dominance turned her on as well, and she wondered if she had more than a little of the submissive in her than she'd imagined.

That's something to find out on another day.

Right here and now was for doing what her lover had just demanded of her. So she reached inside the dress and pulled on those discreet little ties that Summer had shown her. The dress opened all the way down the front and Emily Anne shrugged it off her shoulders.

The silky, pewter-gray dress. .h.i.t the floor.

Emily Anne stepped away from the discarded garment, thrilled beyond measure when the men's eyes didn't waver from looking at her. She didn't have to ask them if they liked what they saw. Both of them sported very impressive-looking erections their dress pants couldn't hide.

"Stunning. Absolutely stunning." Mel licked his lips and then met her gaze. "You are so incredibly s.e.xy. Do you know that?"

Did she? She answered him truthfully. "I'm beginning to."

Connor said nothing, but she could tell by the way his eyes had filled with l.u.s.t that he was definitely enjoying the view. Then he did something that proved to her the man missed nothing.

He walked over to the table beside the bed and picked up the soft terry towel. "What do we have here, I wonder?" He unwrapped the items and showed them to Mel.

"I bought four in graduated sizes-that's the smallest. And I wasn't very adventurous, I'm afraid. I bypa.s.sed the flavored lube and bought the regular instead."

"Oh, I think you're plenty adventurous, Emily Anne." Mel said.

"You are indeed. Thank you for trusting us. Now, just one more thing."

"Yes?"

"You've done a h.e.l.l of a job setting the scene for us, angel eyes. But you can relax now," Connor said. "We can take it from here."

She knew they could. Connor set down the items he'd unwrapped and with Mel, surrounded her.

For a long moment neither man said anything. They looked, and they touched-light graceful brushes of their fingers against the flesh of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pushed up and on display courtesy of the black lacy basque.

"If this is an example of the things Mrs. Webster has in her shop, I think we're going to become her new best customers," Mel said.

"Amen to that, brother." Connor ran a single finger across her chin and then back and forth under her bottom lip.

Emily Anne licked her lips. "Summer said for me to tell you she has a list of my sizes and preferences. She seemed to think the two of you would like to go there sometime and have a look around on your own. Or you could peruse her web site."

"She's a very intuitive woman," Mel said.

Emily Anne trembled from their whisper-light caresses. Such heat radiated from them that it warmed her, inside and out. Her nipples peaked, her c.u.n.t leaked, and she felt her c.l.i.t begin to stretch out and tingle, getting ready to play the coquette.

Connor lifted her chin until he met her gaze. The slight shake of his head told her he didn't like that she'd let her gaze drift down to his feet. She hadn't in fact realized she'd done that until he lifted her chin. Old habits die hard.

"Is that where you bought those b.u.t.t plugs and the lube, too, Emily Anne?"

She'd show him she really wasn't afraid of intimacy, or of believing herself worthy of them. "Yes, it is. Summer has other toys in stock, as well. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. A paddle or two."

Connor seemed to get her message. He fought his grin. "And flavored lube, too, I take it?"

"Mmhmm, in strawberry, vanilla...and banana."

"Banana. Someone has a sense of humor." Connor certainly did because his mouth twitched and Emily Anne knew he was working hard at holding back a laugh.

"Probably some marketing guy with delusions of...large bananas," Mel said.

Connor's eyes swept her body, and then his gaze met hers. "Do you know, this is the s.e.xiest thing I've ever seen," Connor said, "made s.e.xier still by the fact that you're wearing it. In fact, the entire ensemble makes quite a statement."

"I'm hoping that statement is 'f.u.c.k me.'" Emily Anne's arousal climbed with each heavy beat of her heart. They were looking their fill, talking in their dreamy-deep voices, and barely touching her yet they were stoking her libido to a fever pitch.

"Oh, yes, your outfit is definitely begging for you to get laid. Let's make just a couple of adjustments to the ensemble, shall we?"

Emily Anne had no idea what Mel had in mind, but she had no trouble whatsoever putting herself into his hands.

He knelt before her and unhooked the stockings from the garters. She nearly opened her mouth to tell him that the stockings would stay up on their own unless he rolled them down-but he didn't seem interested in the stockings themselves. Instead, he very quickly and very deftly unhooked the garters from the basque.

"That's good. Nearly perfect," Connor said.

Mel grinned, and looked over his shoulder at the other man. "Do you want to make the final adjustment, since we are so obviously of like mind?"

Mel stood up and took a step back. It was Connor's turn to get down on his haunches in front of her.

She gasped when he very adroitly moved her thong panty off her hips and down her legs. "Step out." He held them for her so she could easily do so.

She placed a hand on his shoulder and did as he asked.

He rose up to his full six-foot-plus awesomeness and then stepped back and simply drank her in with his eyes. "I like that a lot. You've got such a pretty p.u.s.s.y. I like being able to just look at it-look at it and know that soon-very soon-I'm either going to be licking you there or f.u.c.king you there."

"Mmm, I very much want you to do both." Oh, she wanted them. She wanted Connor and Mel every way she could have them. Maybe tomorrow she'd remember to make a note so that in years to come she could celebrate this day-the day Emily Anne Bancroft finally took full possession and command of her womanhood.

"Feeling a little greedy, precious?" Mel asked.

"I'm feeling very greedy." She lowered her gaze from his just a moment. When she looked at him again, she thought that maybe she got the sultry look right, judging by the way his eyes widened and his nostrils flared. "Did I mention that I have tomorrow off?"

"Oh, baby," Connor sighed. He reached out and took her arms in his hands and eased her closer to him. "You are so getting laid tonight."

"Less talk. More action."

"Laid, and maybe a little spanking, too, for pus.h.i.+ng our limits?"

She didn't know if Connor was talking to her, or Mel. But she said, "Oh, yes please. Every time one of you mentions the possibility of a spanking it puts a delicious little s.h.i.+ver on my c.l.i.t."

"Perfect." Connor sealed the one word against her lips as he covered her mouth with his.

His kiss took her deep, a drugging kind of seduction that made her hotter and wetter than she already was. He kept his hands clamped on her arms but when she indicated that she wanted to move, he released her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his around her and pulled her in tight.

Mel stepped in close behind her and played his fingers over her naked a.s.s. Back and forth he strummed her flesh, teasing her with a hint of what was to come.

"Are you ready for us?" Connor asked the question against her throat but never gave her the chance to answer. He fastened his mouth on hers once more, his tongue seeming voracious as it explored, stroking her tongue in a rhythm that made her c.l.i.t throb and her p.u.s.s.y pulse.

He lifted her and then laid her on the bed, tenting her as he weaned his lips from hers.

His gaze never leaving hers, he wrapped a large hand around each of her ankles and spread her legs wide.

Open, her c.u.n.t naked to their gaze while they were both fully clothed, she should have felt vulnerable and intimidated. But she didn't. With her stockings and shoes still in place she felt naughty. She felt tremendous pride that the sight of her could so obviously arouse them to such an extent.

And she felt anxious for them to strip themselves naked and f.u.c.k her.

"You are so incredibly s.e.xy. Can you keep your legs spread like that for us? We want to look our fill as we strip."

"Yes, I want you both naked."

She didn't have to worry about expending energy to keep her legs in the air and spread on her own for very long. It took them barely a minute to throw their clothes off.

"Now I think I'm overdressed." She couldn't keep the giggle out of her voice.

"No, precious, you're perfect. Absolutely perfect." Mel held his hand out and Connor handed him a condom.

Mel had it open and on in a heartbeat.

Her eyes followed his hand as he smoothed the latex into place and then stroked his c.o.c.k a couple of times. She didn't think she'd ever seen him quite that hard. She couldn't help but lick her lips in antic.i.p.ation.

He knelt on the bed between her open legs. "I'm so d.a.m.n h.o.r.n.y, I know I won't last. So I'm going to f.u.c.k you, hard and fast and deep. And then, the second time, I'll be able to hang onto my control long enough to play with you."

"You hope," Emily Anne said. Feeling uncharacteristically bold and sure of herself, she ran her hands up and down the inside of her thighs-close to but not quite touching her p.u.s.s.y.

Mel's look turned hot and smoky. "Well if not the second time, most definitely by the third time."

"f.u.c.k me, Mel."

Mel grasped his c.o.c.k and placed it right at the opening of her c.u.n.t. The heat of him made her groan. When he moved just a little and brushed his latex-covered c.o.c.khead against her c.l.i.t, she knew that despite his warning, he'd certainly last long enough to get her off.

She was nearly already there herself.

"Thank G.o.d you're dripping wet and ready for me. d.a.m.n, your succulent heat is almost enough to make me shoot my load before I even get inside you."

What a coincidence.

Mel thrust his c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y in one slow and solid push. He hooked her legs on his arms and used his body's angle against her to keep her spread wide open.

Hard and fast and deep. True to his word he f.u.c.ked her with such dedication Emily Anne felt every thought fly from her head. There was only this man, and his powerful body cradled between her thighs, and the fabulous f.u.c.king he gave her. The friction of his hard, wide c.o.c.k stroking along the walls of her tunnel, and the brush of his pubic hair against her c.l.i.t were enough to make her scream. But she held on, held off, wanting more. She wanted to enjoy every moment of this wonderful f.u.c.king, wanted to submerge herself in the twin thrills of the s.e.xual stimulation and the sense of feminine fulfillment that having her lover's c.o.c.k moving inside her gave her.

"Come for me, precious. I want your cream all over my c.o.c.k."

Emily Anne tried to let go of the control but found her greedy body wouldn't cooperate. She whimpered, the ability to speak beyond her.

Mel seemed to understand. He adjusted the angle of his penetration, and then took up his rhythm again. Only this time he hit that spot inside her that made her go wild. He hit her sweet spot once, twice, and she erupted in o.r.g.a.s.m. "Yes, oh yes!" She clutched him closer and cried out as spasm after spasm of bliss washed over her.

On and on it went and Emily Anne knew she'd never come so hard in all her life. And then another thought hit her and it was enough to make her rapture spike anew.

Oh my G.o.d, our evening is really only getting started.

Chapter 14.

Connor reached down and stroked his latex-covered c.o.c.k in response to the sight of Mel f.u.c.king Emily Anne.

Until he experienced it, he never would have guessed that he could get so turned on sharing a woman. He'd hoped he could, of course, and hoped that he'd be able to actually get naked and hard in close proximity to another man who was also naked and hard. But he hadn't known, and not until this moment had he realized fully that because it was the three of them together, it was not only hotter than hot, it was right.

It was him and Mel united and at their center was Emily Anne.

If he kept his thoughts and his focus on that one reality, then it would all be fine. The little twinges of conscience and discomfort he was experiencing would eventually fade.

Connor really was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life before, and more conflicted. A tiny voice inside him was trying to tell him that being this way-naked, and hard, when another man was in the same state, wasn't manly.

Connor shook his head. If he wanted this to work he had to suppress those feelings. He needed to keep the main thing the main thing.

His eyes feasted on Emily Anne. She was their woman and he and Mel were unified, of one mind, with one purpose. That purpose was to take care of their woman-to make her feel loved, and s.e.xy and special.

Nothing else mattered-nothing else could matter-least of all his stilted sensibilities.

The fact that they were two heteros.e.xual men, naked and with erections in the same room together couldn't matter. The fact that they might accidentally touch each other in such a situation couldn't matter.

The fact that they might each of them feel the other when they joined together inside their woman's body could not matter.

All that could matter in this special place and time was Emily Anne, and the satisfaction that they, together, could give her.

Connor understood in an instant that this was the defining purpose of his life. This was why he'd survived all the h.e.l.l holes of the world his career had landed him in.

He had survived so he could join with this man to love and cherish this woman. They were both his in a way that he'd never imagined anyone could ever belong to him.

As an only child, and then an orphan, he'd dreamed of having a family. He'd hoped, when he'd married Judy, that he'd taken the first steps to achieving that goal. When his marriage had failed, he realized now, he'd figured that he had failed and so hadn't even thought of trying again.

Not until he'd fallen for this woman, with this man.

Yet he'd never imagined as profound a connection as this was even possible.