Dirty Love (9 page)
Connor adjusted to her movements without protest. Her thoughts continued to whirl, to doubt everything they'd told her. But what other explanation could there be for the way they treated her? If this were an elaborate scam, surely they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to convince her they cared for her. They'd have nothing to gain by humiliating her so thoroughly. She was no one important.
Yet these two men treated her like she was a priceless artifact, delicate and fragile, worthy of the utmost care. They'd showered her with pleasure and had struggled to show her that they adored everything about her.
Did she need proof to believe them? She used to take things on faith, once. Long ago, she'd married for what she'd believed to be love. She'd trusted in its power and had followed her heart.
Yes, she'd ended up heartbroken and jaded, but would she let one mistake keep her from risking everything again? And what if, by some miracle, they were right? What if she could prevent the devastation the S.O.S. virus wrought on the world?
She owed it to them to find out. And she owed it to herself to let Connor and Trevor make love to her.
As she welcomed Trevor's cock into her mouth, she realized that sometime between their revelation and this very moment, her thoughts had taken a different turn. She no longer thought solely of fucking them, or of the bliss they'd bring her. Now, she considered the pleasure they'd bring each other, and found she liked that even more.
Trevor tasted like salt and musk, an all male flavor that seeped into her senses and added to the carnal bliss already coursing through her system. His muscles tensed, and he gripped the back of her head. She took his cock all the way into the back of her throat, her hand fisting around the base and gently cupping his balls. Over and over again, she slipped the thick length into her mouth, bringing his cock as far back as she could before sliding her lips back again.
Now that she no longer had to focus on their words, she could give herself over fully to her men. The taste of Trevor's pre-cum filled her mouth. Connor's silky kisses taunted her cleft. She'd never been so aroused, so filled with wanton yearning.
Her pussy tightened and her channel pulsed hungrily, needing to be filled, aching for the frenzied thrust of a cock. It had been so long ... so damn long.
Her tongue curved around the soft underside of Trevor's cock, nudging the tempting undulation of a thick vein. His hips answered with tiny thrusts and his shaft glided into her mouth on smooth strokes that mimicked the act of fucking.
Something slipped inside her pussy and she cried out around a mouthful of cock. Fingers, oh, God.
Soooooo goood
. She hummed her pleasure against Trevor's shaft and felt him stiffen and buck against the roof of her mouth. Hands gripped her hair, yanked, and then held her steady as he took over, setting the rhythm, fucking her mouth.
Someone pinched her nipple. Squeezed. Tugged. Another finger slid inside her, widening her entrance. A jolt of pain careened into her belly, followed by pleasure so deep it unfurled deep in her core and pulsed outward until she could no longer control her body's reactions. She came so hard that every inch of her skin sizzled with the heat of release.
Tremors shook her violently. Trevor eased his cock out of her mouth and cradled her head, guiding it back down to the mattress. She couldn't stop shaking. Her pussy fluttered and spasmed, over and over. A soft smack against the swollen folds of her labia jolted her into another frenzied orgasm.
This time when she screamed, stretching a sob of delight into an endless whimper, there was nothing to stop the sound from filling the room.
When the trembling finally subsided, Isy risked a peek between her legs. Hell, the way her cunt felt, she half expected to see flames erupting from her tender core. But instead of fire, the first thing she glimpsed was a cock, long and thick, positioned a mere inch above the curved arch of her pubic bone.
She gulped a mouthful of air and tasted the flavor of her own arousal, which hung heavy and pungent in the room. She swallowed it back, tasting fear this time. Panic had risen on its own, ingrained in her by a lifetime of propaganda.
This is wrong
, a tiny voice inside her said.
It's right, Isy. So right
, murmured another, a little louder.
Isy pulled her lower lip between her teeth. Her body still buzzed with the ecstasy of release, but she was nowhere near satisfied. The place inside her core that wanted her men the most still felt needy and hollow. Empty.
She missed Connor's fingers inside her, preparing her for his cock, stretching her wide. Yet those fingers had been nothing compared to the way she knew his shaft would feel when it bore into her, thrusting inside her eager channel.
"You have to want us, Isy. Want this."
Trevor's voice. So patient and deep, yet edged with a strained undertone she recognized.
Need
. Acute, terrifying need that also made itself known inside her, thrumming and flaring with every beat of her heart.
How could she say no? How could she deny them—deny herself—the final crest of this blissful seduction?
She couldn't. More importantly, she didn't want to. Whether they were right about her DNA and the massive Medical Board conspiracy no longer made the slightest difference. Isy was no martyr, sacrificing herself for the good of mankind. She was only a woman.
A woman who ached for the feel of her men.
Connor crawled up the length of her body, propping his weight on his splayed hands. When he came to rest fully on top of her, he lowered himself in a pushup-style and brushed her lips with his. “You're not an experiment, Isy. You might have started out that way, but you're special to me.” He sucked in a shaky breath and glanced up at Trevor. “To us."
Happiness unfurled in Isy's chest. She didn't know why, but she believed him. The sincerity in his voice, the way he'd devoured her pussy with worshipping licks of wildfire ... it was all too good not to be real.
She spread her legs wider, feeling her pussy lips part through the sticky cream coating her labia. Trevor's hand snaked between Connor's body and hers. His fingers glided through her moist sex and she arched her back, a moan tearing from her throat.
Connor caught it with his mouth, trapping the sound, sucking it inside himself. His cock pressed into her pubic bone as he kissed her with fierce fervor, his tongue sliding against hers, his teeth occasionally slamming into hers. She pumped her hips, bringing her moist folds into closer contact with Trevor's hand while returning the frantic, desperate kiss.
Her arms came around Connor and she dug her nails into his shoulders, trapping him close to her. Heat suffused her body as he pressed tighter. Suddenly, this intimacy, this wild closeness wasn't nearly enough. She wanted—
needed
—him inside her.
"Please. Oh, Connor. Please.” She whimpered, her thoughts whirling.
Could she take such a risk for her own pleasure? If they did this, she could hurt them. She didn't know for sure that the warnings about women like her weren't true. For that matter, neither did Connor or Trevor. All they had was a wild hypothesis and their feelings for her.
Trevor removed his hand, leaving her pussy bare of all sensation but the tremulous agony spearing her clit. God, she
burned
for them. Only a few hours ago she'd have considered such thoughts foolish and romanticized, but now she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was possible to feel as though she'd burst into flame if she didn't have these men inside her.
Connor tore his mouth from hers. Shafts of moonlight spilled soft ribbons of illumination over his face, making his sapphire eyes glint with undisguised hunger. He shifted downward, and his heavy cock brushed against Isy's sex, settling between her thighs like it belonged there.
She gasped. “Y-you're sure?"
"We're sure."
It was Trevor who answered. At least with words.
Connor only slid down lower, positioning the tip of his shaft against the entrance to her pussy. Before she could ask again, he thrust forward, sliding inside her welcoming sheath.
She whimpered. Or perhaps she screamed. She wasn't sure. What she did know was that the world started and stopped with the feel of his big, solid rod stretching her passage and slipping inside her with heartbreaking ease.
The breath left her lungs. She clutched Connor's shoulders like she clung on for dear life. She wanted the moment of entry to last forever, but her body had other ideas. Even before he'd pushed inside her completely, her hips started rocking of their own accord, urging him to go deeper, faster, harder.
He was so big. So hard. So perfect.
His name echoed off the walls, a trembling vibration that filled the room with her voice. She didn't remember calling out, but she must have, because he was already pumping, moving inside her, filling and stretching her with his incredible cock.
"That's it, Isy. Let go.” Trevor again. Always Trevor, urging her on, guiding her to exactly where she needed to be. Only this time she didn't need his help. She needed him.
She glanced to her right and her gaze found Trevor, still kneeling beside her, his hand molded around his rod. The tip shone a deep purple, and she yearned to feel it stretching her wide, too, to know the bliss of having two incredible men inside her body. She'd been so damn isolated, so incredibly alone, all these years. It felt as though she'd been wandering aimlessly through a forlorn desert, only to come across a fountain spouting water that was finally hers. All hers.
Connor hadn't spontaneously combusted when he'd slid inside her. In fact, he seemed to be suffering no ill effects from having her heated cunt clenched around his shaft. Emboldened, she stretched out her hand and cupped Trevor's balls. The heavy weight of his velvety sac settled in the palm of her hand and he hissed in a sharp breath.
"Both,” she ground out between clenched teeth. “Both of you."
His lips flattened into a thin line. “You're sure?"
"Yes!” This time, she knew she screamed. Her womb swelled as pleasure swirled and filled her from the inside.
Connor continued to pump inside her, giving her everything he had with each frenzied thrust. And still it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. God, after the dry spell she'd endured, she wasn't sure that fucking Connor and Trevor three times a night for the next twenty years would be enough to soothe the insatiable need gnawing at her soul.
"Oh, baby, I knew you'd be like this,” Connor murmured. A vein stood out in his jaw, evidence of his struggle to hold back from spilling himself inside her. “So hot for us."
Before she could answer, he retreated. The slick pop of his cock as it slipped out of her made Isy gasp. She clutched his shoulders and fought to pull him back to her, but he was stronger. With no effort at all, he shook free of her grasp and rose to his full height at the foot of the mattress, leaving her writhing and so damn
empty
it made her heart break.
The mattress sagged when Trevor placed his full weight on it, and Isy nearly sobbed with relief. He filled the spot where Connor had been, but instead of plunging his shaft inside her, he wrapped his arms around her and gathered her to him.
Isy gave in, her pliant, needy body obedient to the last. She couldn't resist anything they asked of her anymore. She'd move with them, crest the waves of ecstasy with them, go to the ends of the world with them. When she allowed fragmented images of her life before this day to surface in her mind's eye, they felt hollow and meaningless. It was as though her entire existence had led her here. To these men. To this moment.
She settled on Trevor's lap, her cunt seeking the hot ecstasy his solid cock offered. She found the tip, a round helmet of velvet-covered steel, and sank down on it in a fluid glide that left them both breathless.
"Oh.
Oh
!” She'd taken him in balls-deep without a moment's hesitation, and now the head of his shaft nudged her womb, causing pleasure/pain to blossom deep inside her core.
"More?” Trevor asked, a smile stretching his full lips.
She didn't answer. Rather, she leaned forward and took his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard.
He gasped and started to pump. With every thrust, Isy would swear she could feel every ripple and vein throb against her inner walls. She was so attuned to her men that it didn't surprise her when Connor knelt behind her and parted her ass cheeks with his broad hands.
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes ... pl—please.” God, could she babble any more?
Connor's hand swept around her belly. He brushed his knuckles against the plump curve of her stomach, but instead of embarrassment, only heat and desperate need surged inside Isy.
Connor and Trevor had both seen her naked, and they found her beautiful. Despite her age, or her physique, they wanted her. She had to trust that. Trust them.
When Connor's thumb pressed hard against her clit, she bucked into his hand, grinding Trevor's cock deeper inside her pussy. The sensation sent bursts of raw ecstasy through her veins. She trembled as her muscles spasmed violently and an unexpected orgasm made her buck in a frenzy of wild motion.
Trevor held her and murmured soft words in her ear while she shook and shimmied on his lap. Her stiff nipples brushed against Trevor's muscular chest with every bounce of her breasts. With questing fingers, she cupped his scalp and leaned her head back, loving the way his shorn head felt beneath her hands.
He was so different from her ex-husband. Both he and Connor were. Before this night, she'd had no point of reference, nothing to compare her wild fantasies to. Now, if this were all she had, it would be more than she ever thought she deserved.
Connor's fingers delved into her folds. He gathered some of the cream dripping around Trevor's cock and used it to slick up her slit and around her back entrance. She was past stiffening when he forced his thumb inside her tiny rosette. Instead, she pushed back against the intrusion, feeling her muscles relax beneath his careful exploration.
