Love Under Two Mavericks by Cara Covington (top romance novels .TXT) 📕

“Give me your mouth, sweetheart. I need to taste you as you come.”

Her head turned, and she opened her mouth. Randy’s lips and tongue owned her. In bold, broad strokes, his tongue invaded her mouth as his lips suckled gently on hers. She took as she gave and drank in Randy’s flavor. The joy of the moment, two lovers tasting her, flooded her with a sense of rightness, of destiny.

Randy caressed her right breast, his fingers gentle at first, nearly teasing as his tongue gentled and stroked hers. Then his fingers began to pluck her nipple.

Lewis’s fingers slid into her pussy and began to stroke inside her tunnel, scissoring back and forth, as if searching. And then his fingers lit a fuse as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

A jolt of pure arousal—sharp, sweet, and incredibly electric—shot through her body. Her orgasm exploded, spewing wave after wave of ecstasy to every nerve ending and along every vein. She shivered and quivered, and when she began to come down, when the storm began to ebb, Lewis kissed his way up her body. She felt Randy ease back, and as she opened her eyes, it was to encounter Lewis’s wet grin and determined gaze.

Michaela felt the brush of his latex-covered cock just before he slowly but inexorably pushed himself into her.

Arousal that had evolved into satiation ignited anew. So sweet, the electric jolt of horniness bowed her back off the bed. An inarticulate sound gurgled from her soul, a gurgle that ended in a mew as her feral woman, incapable of words, begged for more.

Lewis slid his hands beneath her, his touch gentle despite the trembling she felt in him and the fierce determination in his gaze.

“You tasted so good to me, baby girl. Have some.”

Michaela didn’t need a moment to think about it. As soon as Lewis made that suggestion, her mouth watered, and she felt a desperate need to do just that.

Her lips wide, she arched up to meet the wonderful mouth her lover brought to her. Their combined taste was like no other, the intimacy of the moment absolutely total and totally erotic. Two deep groans, one above her and one on her left, let her know she wasn’t the only one who thought this moment sexy.

“Good.” She licked her lips to let him know she meant it. And then, as he began to thrust within her, she met each of his thrusts. She needed her arms around him and flinched when her left hand reminded her that she’d been wounded.

“Careful, woman.”

“Usually, but there are moments, and this is one.” She used her right hand to caress his neck as she kept her left arm on his shoulder, extended. The need to curl that hand around him, too, was more than visceral. Lewis had kept his gaze on hers. He paused his thrusting.

“Do we need to secure your left wrist to one of these headboard posts to keep you from hurting yourself?”

“Ooh, bondage.”

His bark of laughter jolted his entire body on top of her and that part of him that was inside her as well.

“You’re a brat.”

“Is that so bad?”

“Depends on the nature of your Doms, I guess.”

Were they supposed to be trading one-liners while his cock was inside her pussy? The question faded as an inner voice asserted that whatever any of them did together, provided they were all in agreement, was perfectly fine.

“Do I have Doms?”

“It’s a very distinct possibility. We’ll deal.”

He covered her mouth again with his own, and Michaela felt the flex of his cock in her cunt and let all thought go. Her left arm might not be able to cling as she wanted it to, but there was nothing wrong with her legs. She wrapped them around Lewis’s hips. The press of his hands beneath her, bringing her even closer with each of his thrusts, sent the heat and the horniness soaring. Over and over, again and again, the friction of his cock inside her and the hair that nested him on her clit controlled her. Close, so close, she held tight to him and growled.

She felt one hand come out from beneath her and slide between them. One brush of her clit with his fingers, and Michaela screamed as her climax hit.

Spasm after sensuous spasm of pleasure consumed her. Lewis’s low curse, the strength with which he held himself deep inside her, and the pulsing of his cock within her all bore testimony to the potency of his own orgasm.

She shivered in the aftermath, and Lewis turned them so that she was on her right side, still within his arms.

“Are you okay?” He brushed his words against her cheek as he kissed her.

“Better than, I would hope.”

“Yep, you’re a brat. How’s the hand?”

“It’s all right, Lewis. I promise I will let you guys know if it hurts too much.”

“You know we both really hate that it hurts at all, right?”

“I know.” She did know that and, knowing, felt her heart melt just a little more for these two men.

“That was so damn hot to watch.” Randy placed a sweet kiss on her shoulder. Then he pressed flush to her. She felt the condom he wore and couldn’t help but look over her shoulder at him.

“I need you.” That wasn’t what she’d planned to say, but it was the truth.

“You’ll have me. You just lie there and look beautiful, and we’ll do all the work.”

Lewis clearly was in line with this, because he reached down and eased her left leg up onto his hips then flexed those hips, which eased his cock from her body.

“Our way,” he said. Then he covered her mouth again, and this time his kiss was deep, dark, and dangerous.

Behind her, Randy edged closer. She felt his fingers brush her wet folds, understood the sound that emerged from him was a hum of pleasure. She was wet because she’d come so hard with Lewis.

Then she felt his