Love Under Two Flyboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection] by Cara Covington (ebook reader browser .TXT) 📕

never have believed possible. The sensations rushed at her hard and fast, stealing her breath.

Close, so close to coming, she turned her head away from Henry’s kiss and into his shoulder. The sound that emerged from deep inside her seemed foreign to her own ears.

The men understood it instantly.

Henry reached down and pulled her nipple, pinching it lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Sharp, sudden, the pinch just edged her higher.

Then Morgan inserted two fingers into her pussy at the same time he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Tamara came so hard and so fast she screamed. Ecstasy flooded her, her body’s contractions so strong, so overpowering she could only clench and reach and cry and shake as wave after wave of erotic bliss consumed her.

She gave no thought to anything but the pleasure, the pure, absolute ecstasy that filled her body, an electric blue avalanche of sensation that went on and on.

Seconds or hours later, Morgan gently tapered his ministrations then sat back on his haunches. He grinned up at her, his face wet from her juices, and as she watched him, he licked his lips.

“Give me some of that.”

She could see her demand pleased him. He pushed to his feet then bent down, kissing her, lifting her so that he held her aloft and in his arms.

She tasted herself and him, and the combination of her body’s dew and Morgan thrilled her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. The hard ridge of his cock teased her. She ended their kiss and then ground her hips on him, rubbing her pussy against his denim-covered cock. She’d never had this happen—to have a stupendous orgasm and still crave more.

A strong male hand stroked her back. “Come here, Itty. Let me hold you while Morgan joins us.”

Tamara looked over her shoulder and nearly gasped.

Tall, strong, completely aroused, Henry Kendall had shed his clothes and held his arms out to her.

She felt like a kid being passed from one adult to another. They weren’t all that much taller than her, but they were a hell of a lot stronger.

“Somebody better fuck me soon.” She grinned because her comment elicited laughter from both men.

“We’re going to shower together. And then we’re going to fuck you, Red.” Morgan stripped out of his clothes in very short order.

“Or maybe,” Henry said, “we’ll do both at the same time.”

Beautifully naked, erotically, totally male, Tamara looked from one Kendall to the other and licked her lips. They were buff, they were built, and they were fun to be with.

And for the next little while, at least, they were all hers.

Chapter 9

Tamara had never showered with a man before, and here she was about to indulge in that pleasure with two of them.

Steam curled around them, the heat magnifying the scent of sex they’d brought under the spray with them. Henry gently turned her so the flow of water missed her face.

Morgan joined them, setting something up on the soap tray. And then he turned on the other nozzles.

“Oh wow! Four showerheads?” Two were located high, at either end of the shower enclosure. The other two were at about waist height, under the higher ones. The sensation of water raining on her from so many nozzles felt wonderful.

“Mm. Don’t worry. We have an extra large, high-efficiency water heater. And the nozzles don’t stream as much water as you think.”

Tamara laughed, because she’d just been going to ask if they had to wash quickly or be in danger of running out of hot water. The humorous and the mundane smoothed a moment that might have been awkward, otherwise.

It simply floored her how well these two flyboys seemed to know her already.

Henry stood behind her, his front flush against her back, his fully erect cock rubbing against the crack of her ass and the small of her back. It felt good to lean into him and rub back and forth against him.

“Mm.” Henry wrapped an arm around her and returned the favor, stroking his cock back and forth against her ass.

“Oh, yes.” She loved the feeling of that hot, hard shaft moving against her. These two brothers had kept her aroused since the night before, despite the explosive orgasms they’d given her. She really wanted them.

“I think our woman wants our cocks,” Henry said.

Morgan had the soap in his hands and lathered them. Then he passed the bar to Henry.

“Soon, Red.” Morgan put his hands on her breasts and began to wash her. “Very soon you’ll have us all you want.”

The sensation of Morgan’s wet, soapy hands on her naked flesh gave her shivers and tingles and just plain made her go weak in the knees. Thank God Henry still had one arm around her waist. She’d have collapsed into a boneless heap on the shower floor, otherwise.

Morgan smoothed his hands across her breasts, then down, using his fingers to spread the soap over her slit and between her folds. Up and down the length of her pussy, he made thorough work of washing her.

“That feels so good.” Her words came out on a moan.

“I’m glad,” Morgan said. “Tilt your head back, honey.”

She did, and he moved so the stream of water from the nozzle behind him caressed her flesh, rinsing away the suds.

“Come here.” He coaxed her into his arms, and she understood it was so that his brother could take a turn bathing her.

Henry washed her hair, his fingers massaging with a touch that felt better than the best salon treatment. Tamara hadn’t known until that moment that she could purr. She didn’t even mind the smug-sounding masculine chuckles both men treated her to. Between them, they’d made her feel so good she figured they’d earned the right to be a little smug.

Henry smoothed his hand down her back, caressing across her bottom. Then he ran his fingers up and down the crack of her ass, stroking the tiny rosette of her anus, pushing on it slightly.

Tamara sucked in a breath while her bottom