Love Under Two Outfitters by Cara Covington (best novels for teenagers .TXT) 📕

He grunted when he found it and sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time Ken pinched her nipple. Alice screamed as she flew apart, the sizzling, snapping waves of her orgasm taking her over completely. She stretched, she sobbed, and she shivered, the pleasure they poured into her so vibrant, so huge, her thoughts scattered.

On and on it went, until she began to feel the end, the slow, floating-back-to-earth sensation telling her it was over.

And then they moved once more, her men, with Ken easing away from her, just a little, as Ian moved up her body. He covered her and surged into her, hard and fast and to the hilt. His latex-covered cock hit deep, nudging her cervix, sending an erotic twinge through her body.

“Alice.”

She knew her eyes had widened and that the shock of his penetration likely played on her face. It had been a while since her last—who’d also been her first lover—and Ian was a hell of a lot better endowed than that boy had been.

“Ian.”

“Ours.”

Though she might have, at another time, made a joke about the distinctively Neanderthal-like twist his speech pattern had taken, she didn’t now. This was an important moment—for her, certainly, but for her men. Ken was as focused on her as Ian. They’d already given her some of what she’d needed. It was past time for her to return the favor.

“Yours.” She met Ian’s gaze first and then looked over and met Ken’s. “Only the two of you. No one else.”

The satisfaction that lit their eyes lit her soul. She wound her arms around Ian’s neck and, drawn by the scent of herself on his face, stretched up and licked the wetness he wore. “Fuck me, please.”

“Alice.” She’d never heard such meaning in her name. And then she let go of all the thoughts, all the flippancy that lived within her. This was a moment for the two of them and, yes, the three of them because she felt Ken there, a part of it all. Felt his attention and his passion as he watched his cousin—his best friend—begin to fuck her.

Ian gathered her close and moved his cock inside her. His mouth covered hers, and the kiss he gave her tasted like salvation. And then he moved more determinedly inside her, a hard, driving rhythm that hit all the high notes. Her clit shivered as the nest of curls surrounding his cock brushed it. Her entire body shivered as he angled his thrusts to kiss against her G-spot. And the depth—over and over again, he hit her cervix so that every movement, every moment, brimmed with rich, sexy eroticism.

His mouth covered hers, and she drank him down, even as he devoured her. Within this space and time, as the moment shimmered with such a sense of fullness and completeness, Alice finally understood what it was she’d been searching for all her life. Searching and never finding until now.

And then she came, a wondrous explosive climax that drenched her in bliss. She cried out, joy infusing her body and seeping through the sounds she made. Ian’s groan of completion and the hot pulsing of his cock inside her channel added an element of emotional fulfillment. She, Alice Benedict, had given him a climax that made him lose control, that had him thrusting hard and fast and, finally, holding himself deep as he, too, surrendered to his body’s dictates.

Chapter Eight

Alice sighed. The weight of Ian, lying on her, melding her into the mattress was one of the most satisfying feelings in the world. She had just had the best orgasm, ever. She hadn’t known a sexual climax could be that…huge.

“That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

The sound of Ken’s voice stirred a need in her. She frowned, and at that moment, Ian spoke and took his marvelous weight mostly off her.

“I’m squishing you. Why are you frowning, baby girl? Did I hurt you?”

“No!” She felt her face color and mentally raced to find some light comment, some trite words as she worked the frown off her brow.

“This is a sacred place, sweetheart,” Ken said. “Only the truth may be spoken here.”

Well, hell. Alice kicked that side of her brain in the shins and told it to go and sit in the damn corner. “I’m just confused. Ian, that was…it was the best. Really. I never knew….but…” She wasn’t completely certain how to put it into words.

“Let me help you out, baby.” Ian looked over at Ken, and both men were smiling, which didn’t make any sense to her at all. “It was the best, but something’s missing?”

“Yes.” She couldn’t stop her eyes from tearing. “I am a horrible woman. My brother Jason is right. I’m never happy no matter what I get.”

“Not in this case, he isn’t. Short version, because I forbid you to cry over this. We spoke to Aunt Samantha, because we had questions. She told us a curious thing. She said that just as there are men who seem to have it in their genes, this need to share a wife? So, too, there are some women who need two—or three—men. She said, for them, one would never seem enough. Baby, you have no idea how happy we are to hear you say something’s missing.”

“Let’s see if you still feel that way…after.” Ken leaned over and placed a kiss on her ear. Ian eased out and off her, winked, and headed into the bathroom. Ken reached over and oh-so-easily lifted her and brought her down on top of him.

Alice gasped, and not only as a response to his easy strength. The sensation of his latex-covered cock beneath her, the way her labia felt as they practically wrapped around his cock, everything about this position completely reignited her arousal.

She wiggled her hips, and the look of lust in Ken’s eyes encouraged her. She put her hands on his chest as she eased herself up until she was