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Her head fell back on his shoulder and for a moment her eyelids fluttered closed. Two men were touching her. Her legs felt weak. Am I dreaming this?
Her thoughts slipped away on the night breeze as he lifted her top and peeled it off, lifting her arms and molding her to his touch as he pulled the fabric over her head and off.
“I’m right here.” He kissed the side of her face.
His presence at her back was solid, a wall of man. She gasped aloud when she felt his erection pressed against her bottom.
He unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and then he undid her bra. “Look at her beautiful breasts,” he said, and Joe was there, reaching up to outline the nipple of one breast, then the other.
Warren braced her, holding her hands behind her back as if offering her jutting breasts to his friend. Joe suckled her, and it was so heady that her breath was coming fast, her body undulating in Warren’s grip. When he took her wrists in one hand and reached around to fondle her pussy through her panties, she cried out with longing.
“You look so beautiful when you come,” he whispered against her throat.
Her core was pounding, waves of pleasure washing over her.
Warren squeezed her pussy, over and over, as Joe sucked her breasts. She climaxed, sweet and sudden, her head rolling forward as she cried out.
Warren held her steady. Joe looked up, waiting.
“Do you want more?” Warren asked as he bent down and stripped her damp panties down her legs. “Can you take more, lover?”
She was entirely naked, waves of pleasure still washing over her. Her head rolled against his chest when he returned to her back, eyes closing.
“Anya?”
“Yes, yes,” she blurted, “I want to have…both of you.” A rush of embarrassment hit her as she said the words, and yet it made her feel even more horny to have said them aloud.
Warren held her steady, and she heard him whisper to Joe. When she gathered her senses she saw that Joe was lying back on the bed. He’d taken off his T-shirt and he reached out for her. “Come on, gorgeous,” he urged. The muscles of his chest and abs flickered as he reached for her.
“I’m here,” Warren said when she looked back at him, needing to know he was still with her. “And you’re making me harder than I have ever been, Anya.” He gave a disbelieving shake of his head, and a wry smile as his hands stroking her shoulder.
That was all she needed. Empowered, she moved onto her hands and knees and crawled across the bed to straddle Joe’s outstretched body. His hand went to his belt. Increasingly sure in her desire and her actions, her hand followed his, stripping open the leather belt for him and plucking open the buttons on his shorts. His cock bounced free. She gave a soft laugh as she stroked it. “You don’t wear underwear?”
He grinned. “Is that a problem, ma’am?”
“Not at all. In fact it makes things a hell of a lot easier.” She noticed that he seemed to have got over his surprise and taken to his role readily. That easiness helped her, too. Perhaps that’s part of the reason Warren chose him, she thought.
Warren dropped a handful of condom packets onto the bed beside them, and then pressed one into the palm of her hand. She opened it and rolled the rubber onto Joe’s erection. His cock seemed to grow longer still as she cloaked it. Her core clenched, released and clenched again, needing the hard thrust inside her so badly. She moaned as she positioned herself over his prone body, feverish and wildly aroused as she lifted his sheathed cock and guided it to her entrance.
Pausing, she panted for breath.
Warren was at her side, watching, his hands stroking her. He reached around her to tease her breasts, tweaking each puckered nipple, then he stroked down her back to cup her bottom. “Okay, lover?”
“Uh-huh.” Slowly, she lowered herself onto Joe, savoring each sensation as Joe’s hard cock filled her. When she’d sank right down onto him, she paused, then rode him, slowly at first then with more momentum.
Joe