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veritable lake between my legs. His groans turned into grunts, his hips jerked. I knew he was close—any moment now and his spunk would flood my throat. I could hardly wait.
    Striving for two orgasms for the price of one, I kept the same pace on Ace’s cock and gave Barton’s my all. I hoped like hell he was close, too, as my muscles were beginning to ache, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it up.
    Fortunately, I didn’t have to find out. With a yowl and an almost vicious thrust, Ace climaxed. His cum jetted over my tongue and I drank it down eagerly, careful to continue with my rhythm on Barton. My diligence paid off—Ace had barely stopped throbbing between my lips when another yelp rang out and Barton’s cock grew harder in my fist, before spasming wildly. I felt warm stickiness dripping down onto my fingers and hand, and a sense of extreme triumph flowed through me.
    I’d made two men come almost simultaneously—and they hadn’t gotten anywhere near my pussy or my arse yet.
    Releasing them, I stood up on slightly shaky legs—though I didn’t show it—and began stripping off. “I think I’ve earned my go now, boys, don’t you? And if we’re going tit for tat, then I believe I’m owed two orgasms before you get to fuck me.”

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    I’d barely settled down in the center of the bed before I was sandwiched between two hot, hard male bodies. Sexual tension and anticipation laced the air, and I basked in it for a few seconds before saying, “Well, what are you waiting for?” Their hesitation, their respect, was endearing, but I could see no reason for pause—all three of us were wholeheartedly into this, ready to have our deepest lusts sated.
    After glancing briefly at each other—presumably some kind of macho permission thing—Ace and Barton began working in tandem to pleasure me. As soon as they touched me, I knew I’d have a damn sight more than two orgasms before the sun rose the following morning.
    There was a symmetry to their actions. They both started at the top—of me, that is—and seemingly planned to work their way to the bottom. Ace captured my lips in a smoldering, possessive kiss which made me melt all over again, while Barton’s lips trailed fire down my neck and across my shoulder. The multitude of sensations had me in danger of overload—soft, sensual lips on mine, sharp nips and the scratch of stubble at my collarbone—but I knew I had to get a grip because there was more, so much more, to come.
    With one hand at the back of Ace’s head, I let my other touch whatever it could find, which happened to be a thickly muscled arm. Pulling Ace tighter to me and deepening our kiss, I stroked Barton’s arm, enjoying the alien sensation of the raised skin where his epic artwork adorned him. Familiar and new melded into a delicious concoction, and pleasure fizzed through me, giving me a natural high.
    Barton had apparently exhausted that area of my body and decided to move on. I moaned into Ace’s mouth as Barton found my right nipple, closing his lips around it and beginning to suck gently as he cupped and squeezed the mound of soft flesh.
    Realizing Barton had shifted position, Ace followed suit, kissing and nibbling, before sinking his teeth into the side of my breast, piercing the skin and drawing a little blood. I thought it was a tad unfair, given Barton didn’t have that option, but then I was Ace’s girlfriend, not his. The pheromones from Ace’s bite took a few seconds to hit my bloodstream, but when they did, it was wild. My natural high was emphasized to the extent that I felt as if I was floating outside my body somewhere, looking down on proceedings and yet feeling every ounce of pleasure my corporeal form was experiencing. It was bizarre and beautiful all at once.
    Clearly not intending to be outdone, Barton continued his blissful torment of my breast, while insinuating a hand between my legs and beginning to explore. He teased at