Leading Lady
reach over and pluck the softened
nipples back to attention. “Beautiful,” he murmured, then to Lane,
“Sixty-nine her.”
    With a smile, Lane released his hold and
dived underneath her. Lying on his back, Lane presented his cock
again, and Dina wasted no time reclaiming it. She moaned her
approval as he paced his thrusts to Lane’s assaults on her clit.
Kray smiled too, with the occasional, literal, slip of the tongue
as Lane lapped at the base of his cock. His pleasure heightened, so
much that he almost didn’t want to relinquish his position.
    But this night was about making Dina happy,
and she wanted to see some hot bi action. Definitely, it was a good
trade-off.
    “Now,” he commanded and freed himself from
Dina. Lane scrambled from underneath her and sheathed himself with
a condom quickly before taking Kray’s place. As Kray applied some
lubricant to his cock, he noticed Dina appeared to be too deep in
an orgasm-induced haze to register what was happening before Lane
eased her on her back and drove his cock home. She then gasped at
the contact. This sound, though, was nothing like the deep-throated
groan Lane set free when Kray pried apart the other man’s buttocks
and, after teasing the eye first by inserting a finger, slowly
eased his cock into the growing hole.
    “Can you see?” he asked Dina, his voice
huffing as he moved with Lane, like pistons in a machine, working
at pleasure.
    Her head lolled to one side, her face a mask
of pure rapture. “No,” she cried softly. “I wish I could.”
    “Next time.” For her benefit, and Lane’s,
Kray bent forward and rained kissed across the other man’s
shoulders and back. He was rewarded by Lane clinching the proper
muscles, tightening the hold.
    “I’m gonna come,” Kray breathed into his ear.
“How do you want me to come? Do you want it in your ass? Or should
I pull out and spray all over your back? He likes that,” he told
Dina.
    “Come in my ass.” Lane grunted. “Don’t stop
fucking me.” To Dina, he said, “Let me come in your pussy. Please.”
He sucked in a quick breath, and Dina flicked his nipples.
    “Yes,” she agreed. “Fuck me hard like he’s
fucking you.” Her voice was choppy with each hard thrust.
    “Yes,” Kray seethed. They reached a speed
that caused skin to slap against skin and sweat to shine on Lane’s
back. Arms tangled and hands scratched; Kray no longer knew where
Dina ended and Lane began. Their voices were a sensual chorus that
rose in pitch with the simultaneous climax, Kray’s being the
loudest as his cock spasmed in Lane’s ass. He collapsed on top of
the other man, whose braced support gave away, causing them roll to
one side as Dina gasped for breath.
    Kray took the moment of disorientation to
roll over Lane to lie near Dina’s other side. Together, the men
sandwiched her and caressed her to calming. Kray watched the jagged
rise and fall of her breasts with deep satisfaction.
    “Oh, Jesus.” Dina drew the two simple words
into several syllables, laughing all the while. “That…was fucking
incredible.”
    “That,” Kray rejoined, “was only the
beginning.”
    “Oh, really?” She arched a brow at him. Lane
rested his cheek against one breast, and she idly stroked the other
man’s rumpled mane. “Honey, I don’t think I could go another round
tonight. I need to have something left for tomorrow’s
Q&A appearance at the con.” She chuckled. “Have to stay on my
game.”
    “I don’t mean right now, although I wouldn’t
mind another round,” Kray said. “I meant this is the only
beginning” -- he winked at Lane -- “of the rest of our lives
together.”
     

Chapter Five
     
    Do what?
    Dina sat up abruptly, trying to ignore the
looks of alarm on her new lovers’ faces. Loud, ringing, cuckoo
noises suddenly pierced her consciousness. Certifiably insane,
these two were. She should have suspected that when they wouldn’t
remove the pointed ears, but then she’d picked up a many a fan
dressed
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