I was carried to the bed, but too lost to know who had done the lifting. When I opened my eyes, I saw Jordan kneel between my spread thighs. I must have lost time, because I couldn’t remember when he had removed his clothes. His hard cock, long and thick, looked to be throbbing painfully. The purple head already had a pearl of cum beading at the tip.
Reluctantly, I brought my eyes off his cock to rake my gaze up his smooth muscled chest, wide shoulders, bobbing Adam’s apple, and finally, his face. He looked down at me like a drowning man. His face was tight, almost angry. He was holding back again. I shook my head. No, for this last night I wanted him without reserve.
"Take me, Jordan," I demanded.
His blue eyes widened and flared with suppressed heat. The mask slipped, but not enough.
He gripped his dick tightly, stroking up his long length to the head then back down, never taking his gaze off mine. He was teasing me. Two could play at that game, I thought, running the tips of my fingers over his nipples and twisting roughly the way I knew he liked.
He moaned, obviously enjoying my touch, but said, "Put your hands above your head and grip the bars." I did what he asked, holding tightly to the metal slats. "Keep them there," he commanded.
He still had not moved.
"Fuck me, please," I begged, lifting my hips in invitation.
My harsh words affected him like nothing else. The frozen mask slipped away another notch, and I gasped at the raw desire I saw on his face. I had never known he wanted me so badly. His jaw tightened as he grabbed both my legs behind the knees, pushing up and out, spreading me as wide as possible.
My stare fixed on his eyes, and I gasped. I could have sworn they had changed colors and not just darker with passion. His blue eyes were becoming pale, turning gold. I turned my head and closed my own eyes, thinking I must be crazy.
"Is this what you wanted?" Jordan demanded.
My gaze flew back up to meet his. The dark blue orbs were as normal as ever. I sighed in relief. I must have been seeing things.
His cock poised at my swollen entrance, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, and every thought flew from my mind. His breathing accelerated, as he held himself back waiting for my answer. He really didn't have to ask.
My mind was screaming Yes! Yes! Yes! Just before my lips could form the words, Alex stepped into view. As he pulled his T-shirt off, I couldn't help licking my lips at the sight of his hard, tanned chest. The small brown nipples were puckered, begging for my attention. The dark dusting of hair on his chest had my palm itching. I must have made a noise, a whimper maybe, because Alex shushed me softly.
"Not yet, sweetheart. I want a taste first."
Not caring at all that Jordan's cock hadn’t moved, Alex leaned over and proceeded to flick his tongue over my clit. My back arched, and I cried out as he sucked the nub hard, pulling away just before Jordan slammed into me.
I screamed as the orgasm rushed through me, and I couldn't keep my eyes from squeezing shut. Never had I climaxed so suddenly and for so long. I continued to writhe in pleasure, as Jordan thrust in and out of my body.
I started when hands caressed my face. Opening my eyes, I found Alex turning my head gently toward him, his blood darkened shaft poised at my mouth. His wild musky scent surrounded me, and I inhaled the enticing aroma deep into my lungs.
My gaze captured his as I slowly took him in. My tongue swirled over the engorged head, tasting his salty fluids.
"You taste so good," I murmured, giving him another quick lick.
With a groan, Alex pushed deeper, his hands going to the back of my head, his hold gentle, yet firm, keeping my head still as he thrust in and out of my mouth, matching Jordan’s rhythm.
My lips stretched to accept his length. He was so wide my jaw began to ache. I ignored the slight discomfort and continued to suck and swallow with each thrust. I loved the sound of his moans, as my throat convulsed over his cock.
Jordan had let go of my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist, my high heels digging into his ass. He hissed at the sharp pain, but didn’t remove them.
When both men became more vocal, I knew their orgasms were close, but I wasn't ready. Alex threw back his head, and I quickly pulled away. His fingers fisted in my hair trying to pull me back, but I refused.
He looked down at me with a confused expression, his breathing haggard. He was so close. I turned away from his pleading stare to look at Jordan. He had paused, his cock buried deep inside me. I squeezed, making him groan.
"I want you both," I said breathlessly. They knew what I meant.
With a low growl, Jordan left me and went to the nightstand. I moved, letting Alex lay down. Once he was comfortable, I pulled off my heels, throwing them onto the floor. I straddled his hips, impaling myself. The quickness of my movements brought a gasp from us both.
Leaning down, I kissed him with all the love I had. I couldn’t tell them what I felt, but I would show them.