Forty-Eight Hour Burn (11 page)

Randy closed his eyes, lost in the rapture of being inside his woman for the very first time. He made a sound he never heard himself make, but knew it conveyed every ounce of pleasure he felt. When he opened his eyes moments later, his gaze landed on Gavin just in time to watch the other man pushing at Georgia’s sultry lips with the engorged tip of his cock.

The combined ecstasy of his own passion and the sight of Georgia’s lips parting to suck Gavin’s dick inside until her mouth met with the base of his body, brought him a thrill like no other. Randy drew back, his cock screaming in protest as he pulled from the intense bliss of her pussy until only the head remained inside her, and then he thrust.

“Dear God,” he growled as sensations claimed him. His balls tightened, his cock pulsing with each plunge into the wet, accepting depths of her channel. Taking her slowly, making love to her as he planned, quickly became an option of the past. His hips balked, pistoning his cock in her gripping canal in a succession of rapid moves that brought him to a tempo faster than a heavy metal drum.

Gavin settled into the brisk pace right along with him, fisting Georgia’s hair in his hand as he fucked her mouth as absolutely and violently as Randy fucked her pussy. The sounds of bodies slapping, erotic moans of pure passion, slurping and sloshing filled the air in a pornographic mix of paradise. When her inner muscles clamped onto his shaft he knew she would come any second. Despite her disregard for the rule of permission, he decided this once he would allow her release on her terms.

“Come for me, Georgia.” He issued the order through gritted teeth as he pounded his body fiercely into hers. “I want to feel your pussy convulsing around my cock.”

“I want you screaming around my dick when you come, my love,” Gavin chimed in. “I want to feel it as much as hear it.”

“Let us know how good it feels.” Randy increased the pressure of his hold on her hips, thrusting harder, faster. “God, sweet thing, you feel so amazing. Come for us now.”

When she finally let go, Randy knew for certain the sounds she made were the most erotic, the most fantastic things he ever heard. Her screams, muffled by Gavin’s cock, captured him in their essence and tugged him right along with her.

He came in a blinding rush of animalistic, predatory mating and knew when he heard Gavin’s echoing grunt, his friend followed, too.

Chapter Six

Georgia passed out. That never happened to her before. One minute her body jerked and tensed from the most mind-altering orgasm of her life. The next, she felt herself being lifted into a pair of strong, comforting arms.

They removed the blindfold. She no longer felt it over her eyes, tied around her head. Still, she didn’t need to open her eyes, didn’t need her sense of sight to know Gavin held her. His sent, musky and male, enveloped her as surely as his corded arms. His warmth, intense and soothing, radiated from him to seep into her soul. She nuzzled her cheek against his chest, content to stay just like this for the rest of her life.

“Shh, sleep now, love,” he whispered and brushed his lips to the top of her head.

Georgia didn’t want to sleep. She didn’t want her time with these men to end. Twenty-four hours. She didn’t care what Gavin said about the whole forty-eight hour deal. In her mind, he gave her only twenty-four to fulfill every fantasy she ever created in her mind with him and Randy as the stars. Tomorrow, they would leave her alone and the next morning…

She didn’t want to think of the next morning when she knew they would come to her and expect a final decision. She would lose them then. The absence of them, the hurt and despair, curled in her belly like a snake waiting to strike.

When Gavin started to lower her to the bed, Georgia tightened her grip around his neck. “No, stay with me. Please, stay with me.”

“I will, darlin’,” he assured her softly as he lay beside her. “I’ll stay with you always.”

Georgia felt the bed dip on her opposite side. Instinctively, she reached out, finding Randy and drawing him against her. Only then did she open her eyes to discover darkness broken by the faintest trickle of light flittering in from the hallway. The light didn’t offer enough vision for her to see them. She felt them, though, hard and comforting against her front and back. Content and sated, she closed her eyes and sighed. Just before she drifted off again, she swore she heard both of them whisper that they loved her in turn.

When she awoke sometime later, she and Randy were alone in the enormous bed in Gavin’s room.

“Good evening, gorgeous.” Randy lay on his side, resting his upper body on his elbow as he gazed down at her. A wide smile lit his handsome face. Idly, he traced the outline of one of her nipples with a fingertip.

Georgia started to sit up, but thought better of it when she realized the movement might discourage his perusal of her breast. Already, her body responded to the minute touch. A sizzling chill traveled a familiar path straight down her body to nestle between her legs. It amazed her as much as it thrilled her. After all she experienced from this man today, after all the things Gavin showed her, she should be spent, exhausted, done for. Instead, her body pulsed for more.

“Is it that late already? How long did I sleep?”

“A few hours. You must’ve been tired.”

Georgia giggled. “You and Gavin wore me out.”

“Oh? How do you feel now?”

She pretended to think about it, looking for the right word. “Alive,” she finally said and knew it to be true. So many years she spent her time wanting, wishing, and hoping until she felt nearly dead inside. Today, these men brought her to life in ways she only fantasized possible.

Randy lifted a brow. “You aren’t sore?”

“A little,” she admitted and felt her cheeks heat at the memory of the reasons she should be in pain. The spanking Randy gave her, the plug Gavin used in her ass, the dildo they tortured her with, the pounding both treated her to when they finally entered her, one in her pussy and the other in her mouth. “But not necessarily in a bad way.” She let a slow, telling grin spread her lips.

“Does that mean you’re ready for more?” Even as he asked, he leaned down to catch her nipple between his teeth. The bite brought her from lying perfectly still to writhing with need in the span of a heartbeat.

The clamps Gavin placed on her nipples, in what she thought of as the toy room, were gone, but the memory of their pressured squeezes remained. Her nipples felt lightly bruised and deliciously sensitive.

Randy soothed the pain with a tender lick before shifting on top of her, all the while licking and kissing his way down the front of her body. She sucked in a breath as his tongue glided down her abs. She giggled and squirmed when he paused to dip his tongue in her belly button and play. She moaned and reached for him as he headed further south to the apex of her thighs.

He lifted his head a fraction, his breath fanning her clit as he spoke. “Put your hands on the headboard. Keep them there, or I’ll handcuff you.”

Georgia tipped her head back, spotted the cuffs with one end already attached to the headboard on either side of her head. He wouldn’t hesitate to bind her wrist with the open ends if she didn’t listen. Temptation to disobey nearly won out, but as she put her hands up, he lowered his head, and all thoughts beyond
oh, yeah
and
please, don’t stop
left her in an instant.

Randy ran his hands over her inner thighs, pushing her legs as far apart as they would stretch, and then holding them down as he devoured her pussy. His teeth clamped onto her labia, sending a shock wave of sensations through her core that left her head flailing and her mind scrambling. His tongue worked her clit, alternating fast and then slow flicks until the bud swelled and pulsed with a maddening demand of surrender.

Continuing his way down, he delved into her sopping channel, causing her hips to rise from the bed as he fucked her with rapid thrusts of his velvety tongue. He didn’t stay there long before moving on, gliding the tip of his tongue down the sensitive patch of skin between her pussy and anus. She whimpered. Her nails bit into her palms as her grip tightened on the headboard in her efforts to keep her hands in place.

She wanted to grab his head. She wanted to force him to tongue fuck her until she came all over his handsome face. She wanted to move. God, she wanted to scream.

Randy unknowingly fulfilled the last of her wants seconds later when he lifted her hips higher and drove his tongue into her ass. Georgia screamed, the sensations from the act so foreign and wicked, she couldn’t make sense of what her body attempted to do, how it meant to react. He tongue fucked her ass with the same reckless abandon he showed her pussy moments before. She thrashed and begged until all movement and sound blurred in a haze of the rising orgasm. It took a single press of the pad of his thumb to her throbbing clit while simultaneously driving his tongue into her asshole for her to detonate.

Body trembling from the inside out, Georgia could hardly catch her breath as he lowered her hip to rest on the bed. He came up her body in much the same way he went down, kissing and licking her still-quaking flesh until he hovered over her. A devilish grin spread his lips.

“Damn, you taste so good.” He brushed a kiss to the tip of her nose. She smelled her arousal on his breath, his face, and it stirred something inside her.

“Damn, that felt so good.” She sighed, blissful in the aftermath of her pleasure.

“Yeah, I could tell you enjoyed yourself. You came without permission again.”

Georgia’s blood ran cold. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. She opened her mouth to apologize, to say something,
anything
, but Gavin cut her off.

“We’ll take care of her punishment for that one later. Everything is ready in the living room.” He appeared at the bedside with a damp washcloth which he handed to Randy.

Randy used it to tenderly wipe away the remnants of her orgasm from her pussy, but didn’t bother to wipe his own face. She smiled inwardly at that, loving that he wanted to keep her scent, her essence on his mouth and nose.

Gavin pulled her to her feet and drew her close when she put her hand in his outstretched one. “That was amazing to watch,” he told her gruffly. His hand traveled down to cup her buttocks, and he gave them a light squeeze. “That asshole is getting a lot of use today. It should be primed and ready for me soon.”

Georgia gulped. The now familiar excitement-mixed trepidation crackled through her core. She wanted to feel him, to be able to take his cock in the way he planned to give it to her. Still, the mere idea of his impossibly wide, scrumptiously long cock in her backside made her light-headed.

Gavin chuckled, seemingly reading her mind. “You’ll be fine. Come on.” He pulled her to the living room where he surprised her for the umpteenth time that day by a truly romantic sight.

Candles flickered from strategic places on the end tables, the fireplace mantle, and the bookshelves. Three champagne flutes, a bucket with a bottle of chilling champagne, strawberries, whipped cream, and a bowl of popcorn decorated the coffee table.

Georgia turned to look at Gavin and then Randy. “What’s all this?”

“We figured we would relax a while,” Gavin answered. “Kick back and watch a movie, have some popcorn and bubbly.”

The whole thing sounded odd coming from a hard-edged man like Gavin. Georgia simply blinked at him. Touched beyond measure, her heart swelled in her chest, and her vision grew misty. She blinked again, this time to keep the happy tears from falling.

“So what are we watching?” She sounded overly perky even to her own ears, but she needed to lighten the suddenly sentimental mood, or she feared she might melt in a puddle of mush at their feet.

Randy grinned at her. “
Halloween
, the Rob Zombie version.”

Georgia groaned. “Tell me you’re kidding, please.”

Randy stepped around her and headed for the television. “You didn’t expect us to watch some mushy chick flick, did you?”

“No, but can’t we find a compromise?” He couldn’t be serious. A gory horror movie? Georgia liked to be scared out of her wits right along with the next girl, but not when she got her heart set on a truly romantic evening with the men she loved.

“I voted for
Bob the Builder
, but Randy thought it was too lame.” Gavin said it with such a straight face that Georgia almost believed him.

“Bob the Builder. Can we fix it? Bob the Builder. Yes we can.” Georgia sang the cartoon theme song as she danced a few steps toward the sofa.

“Hmm, I might be persuaded to change my opinion if you keep boogying like that, sweet thing.” Randy met her halfway at the sofa, pulled her against him, and planted a kiss on her lips that erased all lyrics from her mind. “We finally settled on
I Now Pronounce You
Chuck and Larry
. Have you seen it?”

Georgia let Randy pull her down with him to sit on the sofa. Gavin joined them on her other side. She took the glass of champagne he handed her and sipped. “Isn’t that the Adam Sandler movie where he plays a gay firefighter?”

“Pretends to be gay, at least.” Randy nodded. He hooked an arm on the back of the sofa and danced his fingertips over her bare shoulder.