Breasts molded against Mike’s bare chest, his face intense and jaw tight, the languid strokes of the vibrator brought her to a gasping mess in seconds, the push of a massive orgasm making her pussy and ass push out, then pull in, long and tight, luring Dylan’s cock deeper in her, adding to the sense of an enormity within her that was now connected to everything else.
Simple touches, like the push of Dylan’s flexing thighs against the bottom of her glutes, how his lightly-stubbled cheek grazed through her hair, the mingling of her breath and the feel of his gasps against her closed eyelids—all made time stand still, made love seem stronger than she’d ever imagined, blended with her sense of self and purpose as rays of pure pleasure radiated down her body, making her mind leap into the unknown and trust that what they shared would transcend all.
And then Dylan’s groan and Mike’s own grunt as both tightened, the thin line of skin separating them becoming something otherworldly within, like a second clit as Mike thrust a little faster into her, Dylan touching some spot in her so deep she had no words, and then Mike took the vibrator and pressed it against the thin sliver of skin and she bucked against him, kinetic force turning her into a pendulum that swung between their throbbing shafts, each plunging into her as the buzz of the metal bullet made her climax roar up and claim her.
“Harder!” she called out, Mike bowing his head down and gritting his teeth, neck muscles standing out as he stayed with her movement, Dylan behind her and rock hard, the only sound he made now a grunting keening of animalistic desire.
The wave hit all three at the same time, Laura babbling in some language she didn’t know she knew, the words nonsense as the vortex of pain and pleasure and entirety slammed into her, making a burst of color appear behind her opened eyes, as if she were transported to a different dimension, secured to reality by their joined bodies.
“Ah, God!” Dylan shouted from behind, driving deep and fast into her in a way that should hurt but that instead felt like a homecoming, her muscles expanding to accommodate him, her body shocked by the ferocious need and wanton drilling—yet perfectly happy and eager for more. Mike arced his back, hips pointed in between her spread legs, the sum total of their combined movements mere inches and yet the thrusts of two cocks inside her felt like miles of friction.
“Oh, Laura,” Mike rasped, his voice coming out through parted lips, eyes unfocused now as he came, the luscious slide of his rod in and out of her made slick by his orgasm. At that same moment, her abs tightened into a ball, then a long, twisting knot inside her, as if every muscle from pussy to upper back coordinated in a fluid motion, rolled in and up, body then letting go in a microburst.
Waves of pleasure poured out like huge ripples, carrying whatever remained of consciousness out in emanating circles, love driving her to come again and again, over and over, too many orgasms to count all blending into complete acceptance, complete love, complete ecstasy.
Complete abandon.
Dylan’s body loosened behind her, his arms now stretched around her shoulders in embrace, and Mike leaned against her body, still in her. Without their tight control the threesome swayed, listing forward and back as Laura felt her own core muscles adjusting to the rhythmic motion.
“Sex den, huh?” she whispered in Mike’s ear. He looked up, hair tousled, eyes so deeply pleased she felt like a better version of herself simply from being looked at that way.
“You like it?”
Her calf began to cramp, and a stretchy piece of leather cut into her ass. Shifting, she tried to get comfortable, but to no avail. “I do, but—”
“Let me help you,” Dylan said, moving quickly. Between the two men she was soon down from her perch, under the soft covers, and the three nestled in bed, bodies aglow from the fireplace and candles.
A quick glance at the clock told Laura they’d only been here for a mere two hours. “Two hours!” she whispered to herself.
“Two hours what?” Dylan murmured into her right breast.
“We’ve only been here for two hours!” she marveled. Desire rushed back into her. Bring it on. Sexapalooza.
“Then we have plenty of time for more,” Mike mumbled.
“More what?” Laura’s body shook with the muscle memory of what they’d just done. And yet, she found herself warming to the idea of more. Already?
“More sex. But first,” he yawned, Dylan copying him within seconds, “let’s nap.”
“Nap?” she asked, incredulous. “We get an entire night together, alone, and have mind-blowing sex and you want to nap? Why are you so tired? Jillian’s been sleeping through the night.”
“We were up late the past few nights,” Dylan said. Yawn. “Reading your eReader.”
“Jus’ a lil’ nap,” Mike muttered and then...out.
Gaping, she turned to Dylan to find his eyes closed, too.
You have got to be kidding me. She was on fire now, one big walking bundle of turned-on nerve endings, and they wanted to sleep?
Peeling Dylan off her, she climbed out of bed and wandered to the kitchen. A cup of water and a shot of espresso later, she surveyed the scene.
Two hot, naked men? Check.
Romantic cabin? Check.
Alcohol, good food, and coffee? Check.
Baby well cared for? Check.
More time for more sex? Check.
Light snores from the bed made her chuckle, and then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it.
The sex box. Stepping carefully across the room, quiet so as not to make a sound, she lifted it and took it to the couch.
If they could snoop on her eReader, she could snoop through their box of sex toys.
Opening the lid carefully, she couldn’t believe what she saw before her. The breadth. The depth. The—why did that...thing...have six attachments? And who knew you could get a dildo carved out of that?
The footstool she’d placed the box on shifted, as if it were on gliders. How odd. She moved the sex toy box off the ottoman and placed it on the couch. This was no ordinary ottoman. Tracing the edge of the top of the fake leather, she realized there was a lid. When she lifted it off, she found—
A Sybian?
A sly look at the bed, then the “ottoman,” then the bed.
Oh, guys.
You have no idea what you’ve unleashed.
THE END