Love Under Two Reluctant Heroes by Cara Covington (best books to read fiction txt) 📕

once her ankles were restrained. She tested and found there wasn’t any give there, either. Once more, motion told her they’d left the bed.

For a long moment she lay there, no sight to tell her what was happening. She imagined what she must look like, and that image sent a shaft of arousal through her.

Spread out before them, as a sacrifice.

Her thoughts quieted, and the music filled every inch of space. Blindfolded, restrained, hearing only what they had chosen for her to hear, she closed her eyes, relaxed and…submitted. Peaceful and serene, she began to float.

Soft strokes across her chest, a gentle, yet masculine touch. Caressing above her breasts, then below, then above, as another hand stroked her leg, ankle to hip. Left thigh, then right, a soothing touch that calmed and teased and aroused.

Lips brushed hers, a finger directed them, and her lips parted. Wet, hot, a tongue invited hers to dance. His flavor aroused, a sweet taste, a new craving. She drank, and then the lips smiled and eased away.

A mouth covered her slit, a tongue delved inside her, and teeth nipped her clit.

The climax exploded, bowing her body, blowing her mind, thrilling, thrilling spasms of electric pleasure. Shivers and quivers and a sound barely heard, her sound, a keening cry of capitulation to the pleasure, the joy. It held her, vanquished her, then left her trembling.

A wet mouth opened over her nipple, suckling, while fingers plucked and fingers delved. The sensation of a brush on the side of her face and the scent of her nectar beckoned.

The flavors, two now, saucy and savory and oh, so seductive. She drank again and felt enthralled by the men who tended her. The men who then left her, expectant, waiting, wanting.

Movement, and a touch, this time on her other cheek. She turned her head and felt another kind of brush on her lips, the scent of a lover’s cock. Her taste buds watered, and so she opened and sucked him inside her mouth, drinking this time of the drops of dew she drew from him.

A pair of lips settled over her slit, and a mouth suckled her cunt, sending tingling spasms of fast-soaring heat rushing through her.

A hand fisted in her hair, firm, guiding, and Rachel surrendered. She took, and she gave, and she soared.

The music wound over and through, an audible golden rope that wove around her, drawing her into the fabric of this moment, this place, so that she became one with the sensations coursing through her. And oh, the…connections. She felt whole, knitted, a part of something more, something wondrous.

It was all one. Her emotions fluttered, a kaleidoscope of butterflies at long last set free, spreading their joy, their bliss of simply being. Hands lifted her bottom slightly and fingers spread a cool, silky something against her anus, heating, melting, and gathering presence. Those fingers were replaced by something else, something different, that pressed against her, pressing and pressing, seeking entrance.

The pressure gathered and grew, with pushing, burrowing force. And as that pressure breached her, rapture, a Fourth of July rocket exploded over her, breathtaking in its cascade of color and power and light.

The cock in her mouth heated, firmed, and began to tremble. She drank down this gift, swallow by swallow, relishing the greater endowment, the one she’d bestowed, which shimmered and swirled and covered them all.

The music slid to silence as first her arms and then her legs relaxed. The blindfold lifted, and she felt cooler air on her face.

“Rachel.”

She opened her eyes, blinking, and looked up at Brandon. Hovering over her, he moved just enough so she could feel his condom-covered cock resting on the lips of her pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you while you still have that butt plug inside you. This is a taste of how it’ll feel for you when you have both our cocks within you.”

He eased back from her and put his arms under her legs, holding her ass in his hands as he sank into her. His fingers played just a bit with that plug, and she marveled that she’d barely been aware he’d inserted it.

So full. So good. She reached for him, and he came to her. His face glistened, and she opened her mouth, needing to taste the two of them together. Granting her silent request, he kissed her. The flavor dark and delicious, she acknowledged her addiction to it but wanted no cure.

He moved in her, fast and deep, and the butt plug he’d given her hit new and exciting erogenous zones. The friction of his cock plumbing her, the heat and thrill of his curls rubbing on her clit sent her on another fast climb, growing, surging, reaching. Meteoric, as it hurled her headlong into completion.

“Come for us, sweetheart. Come now while my brother is fucking you.”

Trace’s words commanded, and the orgasm took her, tossing her as it filled her with ecstasy, as she welcomed each spasm, each sizzle, wild and wet and wonderful.

She floated back to earth as the last of the tremors left her. Sated, spent, she simply lay there, her wits scattered far and wide. She strove to catch her breath and wondered she’d survived so much emotion, so much bliss.

“Here, sweetheart.” Trace held something to her lips. She opened and then sighed as the rich chocolate melted on her tongue. He gave her a second piece, and then he held a straw to her lips. She drew in the cold water, drinking deeply.

Brandon moved them so he was on his side and she was in his arms. His cock and the plug were still inside her.

Trace moved in, spooned her, and covered them all with the blankets.

“Rest now, baby. We’ll take care of you in a bit. Just rest.”

“That was…amazing. The emotions…the physical pleasure…I didn’t know that such a thing was possible. A part of me felt as if I was having an out-of-body experience. I don’t even know what that was.”

Trace chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “You wore your