Deliciously Obedient (44 page)

Lost.
Her. Mind.

The
woman who met Mike in the parking lot two months ago, pissed and
furious and righteously feminist, stewing in her little car reading a
naughty book for research, was now being disrobed by the same man and
his best friend. In a cabin at her parents’ campground.

The
very place she’d spent so long trying to escape.

But
escape had a new meaning now as Jeremy pulled her shirt and bra off
with a drawn out movement that showed he enjoyed watching the
unveiling of her skin, Mike now watching, too, as she was revealed to
them. Any shyness had long faded away, her body on display along with
every emotion.

She
reached for Mike and her palms found his abs, lightly sprinkled with
hair and his skin so hot she needed to touch it all, to blend their
heat. Pulling his shirt over his head, she admired those broad
shoulders, and then turned to Jeremy with a full smile that urged him
to undress, too.

He
didn’t need to be asked twice, peeling off his Irish cable sweater
and the silk turtleneck underneath, soon leaving her with two muscled
chests on either side of her, both ready for her hands, her mouth—

Her.

“
You
are so beautiful,” Mike said, pressing her into him, nipples teased
by the brush against his chest, her mouth taken by his. Hands slipped
her sweatpants over her hips, then thumbs hooked into the sides of
her panties as Jeremy did the honors, revealing her in full.

They
were hard angles, she creamy curves. Both were tall and broad, while
she was short and soft. The hard bulges in their pants told her
exactly how much they wanted her, and a sudden urge gripped her to
bare them both, instantly.

The
languid path this encounter was taking had felt right in the
beginning, but now that all had been breached she just needed fire
and slick, heat and wet, mouths and tongues and fingers and skin
against skin as she slaked a thirst for something she’d not
realized was so critical to her very survival.

The
rest of the clothing made its way to the floor, and they moved as one
being, sliding under the covers as the cabin warmed so fast from the
wood stove that she felt cozy and excited, alive and aloft, her body
brimming with possibility. Her fingers tingled as they buried
themselves in Jeremy’s chest, the pulsing anticipation making her
wet and swollen, the craving for fingers and tongue on her robbing
her of her voice.

Completely
enveloped by hard man and nothing but, her hand sought out the hard
muscle of Jeremy’s ass, finding curved athleticism, twinned with
the same on Mike’s body as she marveled at her two hands caressing
the toned bodies of two utterly different men—both nude in her bed,
both hungry for her, four palms now stroking her breasts, one wedging
between her thighs, a well-targeted thumb edging up through her pussy
to pull wetness to her needy clit.

“
Oh,”
she gasped, amazed to realize she had no idea whose thumb that
was—and not caring. The red cloud that bloomed behind her eyes as
her mouth opened became a vortex of sensual pleasure as Mike’s
mouth claimed her nipple, sucking and nipping just as Jeremy went
under the covers, parting her legs with hands that lingered at just
the right places, and then...

The
soft scratch of his stubble made her quiver, her breath hitch, his
tongue landing on her clit at the exact moment Mike sucked on her, as
if choreographed.

She
came right then, without pretense or forethought, layers of muscle
clenching as blood rushed everywhere, without pattern or warning, her
body releasing in shock what had been hovering, repressed and needing
to be unleashed.

No
cameras, no sorrow, now what ifs, no wondering—this was Lydia in
bed with the men she wanted to be with and as she climaxed, Jeremy
and Mike followed her until she begged them to stop, too sensitive to
continue the wracking orgasms and, frankly, wanting more.

More.
What did
more
mean with two men at the same time? Laughter
bubbled up in her as she sat up, completely naked, the covers draped
haphazardly over her legs, Jeremy and Mike watching her with bemused
looks.

Jeremy
turned to Mike and said, “She laughs a lot in bed. Get used to it.”

Mike
gave Jeremy’s naked body a quick once over. “Maybe there’s a
reason she’s giggling.”

“
Hey!”
Jeremy shouted, throwing a pillow at Mike. It bounced off his
shoulder and onto the floor, making Lydia laugh harder.

What
had been intense and overwhelming suddenly became fun and playful,
exactly what she needed in the hot little cabin where the rest of her
life had just started.

One
orgasm at a time.

“
Seriously—this
is amazing,” she said, volleying between them with her eyes. “I
feel like every second is an hour. It’s surreal. I’m supposed to
feel like a freak and instead, it’s like life out there is the
freak show.” She pointed at the door.

“
Why
does anything have to have a label?” Jeremy asked, tracing a circle
on her naked hip, then a line from her ribs down.

“
What
do you mean?”

Mike
stayed silent as she questioned Jeremy, just taking their words in,
eyes calculated and relaxed, but with a predator’s focus.

“
Why
‘freak’ or ‘freak show’? How about we just be ourselves and
follow what seems right within our own framework, and let the rest of
the world do the same?”

That
triggered a reaction from Mike. “Because that’s the fastest way
to get eaten alive.”

Jeremy
gave Lydia a very naughty look. “Worked for Lydia.”

She
gave a throaty laugh as his hand moved up, under her breast, teasing
the soft skin of her areolae.

“
You
know I didn’t mean it that way,” Mike countered, his own hand now
under the covers, finding her leg, the rough callouses on the palm
jarring. He’d mentioned kayaking—had the month here taken those
soft, manicured hands from the pampered executive’s life and made
them more appropriate for life in Maine? Had he changed that much in
so little time? A shaky breath slipped from her as they leaned her
back and she reached for Jeremy’s erection, her hand clenching the
base and stroking up once, making him rasp.

“
Lydia,”
he uttered, her name like a password, her hand pulling him up to her
as she wanted more.

More.

“
Do
we have to deconstruct this?” All the years of talking and thinking
drained out of her as Jeremy’s enjoyment of her breast took hold. A
primal urge set in, making her want their fullness, needing to have
them drive into her and commune on some level that labeled her,
actually.

Labeled
her
theirs
.

Those
delightful, throbbing cocks both begged for attention, and Lydia
found Mike’s with her spare hand, instilled with a sense of power.
Her hands could bring them to ecstasy, just as they’d both elicited
release from her with their mouths, pulled by a greater love than she
could imagine, even if it remained unspoken. She could feel it.

But
Mike had other ideas, moving to his knees as Lydia guided Jeremy to
her mouth, the sharp intake of gratitude in Jeremy’s inhale making
her smile as she encircled him with her wet warmth, her tongue
teasing him to a rigid tension that she suspected would soon turn to
release.

Suspected?

Knew.

Mike,
meanwhile, reached down for his pants, finding a condom and rolling
the sheath on. Even with her eyes closed she knew what he was doing,
turned on by the visceral awareness of his response at what she did
to Jeremy. For him.

With
them.

The
pounding of blood through her body, the thrumming of her clit, the
swell of lust and the taste of Jeremy as she licked and sucked until
his thighs tightened—she lost herself in it until Mike’s hands
found her clit, making her leap up, hips grinding up.

“
Not
yet, my sweet,” he purred. “God, your body is amazing.”

Jeremy
slid out of her mouth and looked down, eyes ravenous like Mike’s.
She knew she was more lush than most women, and her insecurities had
been few compared to fuller-figured friends, but she still had them.

Never
more. The image of these two men relishing her, ravishing her with
their eyes like this would be burned in her mind forever, paired with
the feel of their hands, mouths, hearts and souls—

This
is what it meant to be treasured.

A
kiss. She needed a kiss, and reached behind Mike’s neck to pull him
down to her, the wall of muscle coming into her sphere of influence
and pressing against her, their bellies flush with each other, his
cock against the groove of her hip, folded into her sweet curves,
twitching as their tongues danced.

And
then...

“
What
do you want?” Mike asked in a husky, deep voice. “Really want?”

“
I
want you. And,” she reached for Jeremy’s hand. “You.”

“
You
can have us both,” Mike assured her. “But how?”

Oh,
boy. She wished she’d had more than two beers suddenly.

“
We’ll
take this second by second,” Jeremy said. “Whatever you want is
what we want.”

“
And,”
Mike interrupted, “this is just the first of many such times. We
have—” His voice choked with emotion as he took her hand, Jeremy
squeezing the other.

“
We
have our entire lives to figure out the details,” Jeremy whispered,
his eyes shining with emotion.

Entire
lives? The first of many? A profound sense of calm poured over her,
love filling every cell, as she took it all in.

And
then she just wanted them both. Now.

Reaching
up to kiss Mike, she let go of Jeremy’s hand, Mike’s body primed
to take her now, her own wetness and inner ache needing to be filled
and driven into. Sensing this, he straddled her, then slowly entered
as if coming home. The feel of him in her should have completed her,
but instead she felt only halfway sated.

“
Jeremy,”
she whispered as Mike thrust into her once more. Any other man would
have pulled out in anger, but Mike only slowed down, making her
muscles clamp down, her breasts slick with a thin layer of sweat as
the cabin heated up with so much more than warmth from the fire in
the wood stove.

“
Yes?”
he answered, lightly stroking her cheek.

“
I
want...” Swallowing hard, Mike slowly moving in and out, she felt a
surge of the surreal, her breasts tingling with friction from Mike’s
measured pumping, his body flexed and hovering, restrain wearing thin
on his face as his lips parted. This all felt so
good
.

What
else could feel even better?

A
flash of anal play with Jeremy and she tightened, feeling silly and
self-conscious. How could she suggest it? Did she really want that?
Was it too much, too soon? And how did you do that? Lydia could feel
the threat of the anxiety of thought overpowering her as Mike
stopped.

A
kiss, wet and dominant, swept the thoughts away, his hips twisting
just so to touch a spot inside her that made her gasp, as if he’d
found that one sweet point where pussy, clit, breast and release all
synced perfectly.

“
You’re
curious,” Jeremy said as Mike jarred her loose by pulling out,
leaving her exposed and chilled by the absence of his heat. He and
Mike shared a searching look as Jeremy leaned down, taking her head
in both hands and looking at her, truly seeing her, the love in his
eye putting her at rest as she thrummed to have more with both.