Forty-Eight Hour Burn (13 page)

She nodded, understanding the truth. The anticipation of the orgasm, the height of awareness that lit her from the inside out and kept her teetering was an extreme pleasure she never knew before. They showed it to her in the playroom. They were showing it to her again now.

Gavin kissed the tip of her nose and leaned back once more. “Put the dildo inside yourself. Not your pussy, darlin’, I want it in your ass.”

Georgia’s eyes widened. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Gavin cut off her protest. “You will. You’re juices are all over that dildo. It’s lubed and ready for you, love. It’s just like fucking your pussy.”

“If it’s the same thing, why do you want to put your cock there so badly?” The moment the question left her mouth she bit her lip, knowing she had gone too far.

Temper sparked in Gavin’s eyes. “Because your sweet ass is tighter, because when I ram my cock inside you there you’re going to cry out from the most fantastical orgasm of your life. Because I want to be inside you like you have allowed no other man. Because your anus belongs to me just as you belong to me. Is that enough reasons for you, love?”

Georgia blinked, swallowed, and nodded. “More than enough. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, do what I said. You don’t have to take it all. You can if you want.” His lips twitched in an encouraging smile. “But take only what you feel comfortable.”

She started to say none of the dildo in her ass would feel comfortable but tasted the lie of the words before they even rolled from her lips. She skimmed the tip of the dildo over the sensitive strip of satiny flesh between her pussy and anus, pausing to position herself more comfortably to reach her back entrance. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she began to work it inside her rear.

Erotic lashes of enjoyment struck the inner walls of her anus, ricocheting to her pussy and awakening every erogenous zone in her body clean to her head. Her body protested the intrusion for only an instant. Then, she felt her entrance relax around the object as she pushed it deeper. She went past the tight ring of muscles to find the responsiveness of the virginal core she knew existed only because of the time with the plug inside her.

“Jesus,” Randy breathed, his awe apparent. “Christ, Jesus, that’s so fucking hot. Tell us how it feels, sweet thing.”

Georgia couldn’t speak. Her mind stumbled over the riot of thoughts surging through her. She should have felt wrong, dirty, slutty even. Instead, she felt sexy, empowered, controlled. She managed only a, “Mmm,” in response, followed by an, “ahh,” as she withdrew the dildo enough to offer her movement to push it in again without going any deeper. She didn’t think she could take it any deeper.

“Close enough.” The desire that dripped from Gavin’s tone erased any sound of amusement. “Georgia?”

“Hmm?” Georgia let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she gently thrust on the dildo she held in her ass.

“That’s enough, love.”

“No.” It couldn’t be. Another minute, another second, and she would come. She couldn’t stop now.

“Yes. Stop. Now.”

She shook her head, refusing right up until the moment she felt Gavin’s fingers close around her wrist. He guided her hand back, effectively tugging the dildo from her ass. She didn’t move even after he pulled the toy free of her clenching entrance. She didn’t make a sound. She simply sat there and rolled with the need to come as Gavin told her to do. She controlled it, feeling it decrease, forcing it to morph back into the burn that would tear her apart whenever she allowed it to unleash its fury.

“Good. You’re doing it, aren’t you?”

When she felt confident she could move without losing her tenuous grip, she lifted her head. Randy no longer sat on the sofa. She caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye lowering himself to lie on the floor.

“I’m trying,” she said softly. She turned, wanting to see more of Randy’s now naked body sprawled sexily on the carpet. Her gaze roamed his broad chest, his washboard abs, his flat stomach. His cock lay fully erect against his body. It flexed, and she realized he did it on purpose, his way of letting her know he saw exactly where her attention had settled.

“What are you thinking?” Gavin kneeled at her side to whisper in her ear.

Georgia answered honestly, no longer fearing what they might think of her, how she might sound when she revealed her true thoughts. “How badly I want to ride him right now.”

“Do it.” Gavin brushed his lips to the curve of her ear and then drew her to her feet.

Georgia moved to Randy, straddling his hips and positioning herself to take his cock all without conscious thought. The needs of her body, the desires of her heart handled everything for her. She locked her gaze with his, a small smile unfolding on her lips as his tilted in a sexy-as-hell promise of pure ecstasy. Then, she lowered herself onto his cock, taking his thick meat all the way into her fiery channel without pause.

The sensations felt different than before, more intense now that she could control the movements. She braced her hands on his chest, her nails digging in as she lifted her body and started to ride his cock as she would a wild horse. She couldn’t go slowly. She didn’t want to. She needed reckless and fast. She needed hard and ferocious. She got all of it and more…for about five thrusts.

Randy’s hands gripped her hips in a firm clamp that stopped her in mid-motion, holding her suspended with only the head of his cock penetrating her quaking pussy.

She growled, an animalistic sound more suited to a man’s deep baritone than her soprano voice. The fact that both men laughed only served to fuel her growing irritation with their games.

Randy lifted his upper body off the floor enough to reach her breast. He closed his mouth over her flesh, leading her to believe he planned to explore. Until his teeth clamped onto her nipple and he started to pull.

The acute pain hit enough on the opposite side of pleasure that Georgia followed him down, bending over him to ease a bit of the pressure from his bite. “Randy, that hurts.”

He swiped his tongue over the stinging bud but gave it another bite that only intensified the burn. “But you like it.”

She couldn’t deny she did.

“Gavin is ready for you.”

It took her a moment to grasp the concept of Randy’s words. Then she sensed more than saw Gavin behind her, and she knew what he meant to do. Despite the desire he had built up in her to feel his cock in her most secret opening, she started to tremble.

“Gavin.” Her uncertainty mingled with the fear to make her lightheaded.

“Relax, love. You enjoyed the plug, didn’t you? I know you were getting off on the dildo. I watched you.” He lubed her entrance as he spoke, probing with his fingers, teasing her even as he prepared her.

“They aren’t the same,” she protested around the moan his prodding drew from her. “Your cock is larger than both of those toys.”

“That just means you’ll enjoy his cock even more,” Randy told her. “Allow him to show you, Georgia. Let him, let
us
, make you feel things you never dreamed of experiencing.”

Gavin folded his body over hers and hooked a finger beneath her chin. He turned her head until she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “I love you, Georgia.”

Oh, dear God. Georgia couldn’t describe what hearing this man speak those three words did to her.

“As do I,” Randy echoed.

Georgia didn’t look at Randy, but she let him know she heard him by moving her hand on his chest in a light caress.

“We want to take you together,” Gavin said. “We want to make you ours. Be with us, love, belong to us.”

Georgia nodded, knowing even as she surrendered her body and her heart that Gavin’s definition of belong held a far deeper meaning, a much longer timeline than this moment of sex. She turned back, looking down at Randy as Gavin pulled away to position himself behind her.

“Don’t look so afraid, sweet thing,” Randy said softly. His thumbs drew lazy circles on her hips while he continued to hold her still. “Relax. Settle on my cock.” He pulled her body down, impaling her with his thick length once more. “Feel good?”

Georgia half giggled, half moaned. “Duh!”

He smiled, and she heard Gavin chuckle behind her. She sucked in a breath a half a heartbeat later when she felt the engorged head of Gavin’s penis pressing against her anus.

“Stay still,” Randy coached softly. “Let us do the work. All you have to do is feel, baby.”

Gavin’s hands joined Randy’s on her hips as Gavin eased his cock in her anus a maddening inch at a time. She let them guide her, coach her, position her, and didn’t fight her body’s responses as it adjusted to the amazing feel of two cocks invading her channels. The double penetration of the vibrators from before held no comparison to the real thing as Gavin and Randy filled her ass and pussy with their enormously hard, deliciously wide cocks.

“Are you okay?” Randy asked.

“God yes,” Georgia hissed. “It…feels…so…”

“Hold still, love. Let us do the work.” Gavin echoed Randy’s words as he began to move. He pushed his cock further inside her anus, and her body fell down onto Randy’s dick, pushing him further inside her pussy. The sensation of having them both inside her, filling her more than she could have ever imagined possible was just too much. They began to fuck her, Gavin setting the pace with his thrusts into her ass, Randy following with his pounding in her pussy.

Somehow one of them, she couldn’t tell which one and frankly no longer cared, managed to find her clit with the pad of his thumb during all the thrusting and began a pressured massage. It damned near made her come.

“Please,” she screamed. She didn’t know how she did it, but miraculously she remembered their lessons, remembered to ask for the release she so desperately needed. “Please, can I come?”

Though a sexual haze lined her vision, she saw Randy smile beneath her, heard Gavin’s quietly pleased, “That’s our girl,” response and knew she made them both happy with her request.

“Come for us, love.” Gavin rode her ass as effectively as she rode Randy’s cock. “Scream for us. Let the neighbors hear how good it feels.”

Georgia wouldn’t have been surprised if the neighbors did hear her. She exploded. There was no other word for it. She screamed in a mind-blowing pleasure that left her body tingling, convulsing all over, completely heedless of any order she may have given it. She couldn’t move a single muscle on her own. She was paralyzed.

Seconds later, she heard Randy’s grunted release at almost the same time that she felt Gavin’s hot seed flood her anus. Sometime shortly after, she collapsed on top of Randy and let her eyes drift shut. The last thing she heard before sleep claimed her overly exhausted body was the chime of the old-fashioned clock on the fireplace mantle as it struck once, indicating the time to be one in the morning. Soon, it would be sunrise. Soon she would be forced to let go.

Chapter Seven

Georgia didn’t remember feeling this alone since shortly after her father passed away. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, careful of her nipples still so sensitive to any brush of contact, and hugged herself for comfort. It didn’t help. Nothing would, she knew, except for the men who left her here.

She paced, back and forth, up the stairs and down again, restless and lost through her house. She loved this house, the simple two-story design with rooms furnished in quiet colors and warm tones. It never crossed her mind to change a single thing about it after her father died. It never occurred to her she might one day want to sell it, move into a different house, put her own touches in the rooms.

Today, however, if she could put her finger on a realtor’s button, she couldn’t say she wouldn’t give the house away for a song. The tune she would be willing to take in trade clashed somewhere between the lyrics about a ranch-style house and the theme song from
Bob the Builder
.

Gavin owned the ranch-style house in question, of course. A house she spent a full twenty-four hours walking through the rooms wearing not a stitch of clothing and feeling more at home than she did right here in the house where she grew up. No one died and took her sense of comfort and belonging with them this time. Damned if she didn’t feel as though a part of her kicked the bucket the moment she stepped foot inside this morning.

Her gaze flicked to the front door as she landed on the bottom step. Yesterday morning, she opened that door to the man she loved, walked through it without hesitation or regret. This morning, he dropped her off in the drive, his parting words, and the entire scene etching itself in her memory to repeat like a mantra through her mind all day.

“You know now what we want of you, what we expect.” Gavin didn’t turn off the truck, but left it idling as he turned to face her.

Beside her, Randy put his hand on her knee, his fingers kneading the flesh. “You will get the same commitment from us that we ask of you.”

“Will I?” Incensed, she glared at him. “I’m curious to know exactly how you figure that, Randy. The two of you intend to quit your jobs? You plan to stay home, naked and inside me for the rest of your lives?”