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“No, Luke, we continue as planned. I’m going to be the one to give her what she needs. I have to take her to her limits. I can’t help myself. Even if she hates me for it later.”

“I can only argue so much, Kurt, when I’m hungry, too. As your friend, this is the final out I can offer.”

He smiled when the taut lines and anticipation in his best friend’s expression reflected the primal need consuming him. “Let’s go.”

***

Although she’d opened and passed through it many times before, doing so today would mean the acceptance of yet another irrevocable change in her life.

She raised her hand toward the knob, not surprised to see her fingers trembling. She couldn’t say if fear, desire or both caused the reaction but she refused to run away. Kurt had taught her to go after what she wanted even if it lay outside her primary goals in life. She was willing to change direction if it meant reaching for something better.

God, she thought, please let me be doing the right thing. Before she could second-guess her decision, she twisted the handle then strode inside without knocking.

Two sets of eyes tracked her march to the couch. Similar in their eager intensity, they varied in appearance.

Kurt’s steel grey reflected the complete control of his stony, masked expression. Dr. Malone’s rich, jewel green shone in welcome, deceptive in their gentleness.

No one who’d watched him twist his opposition into compliance in tough negotiations with the board—or the raw power of his physical competitions with Kurt on the tennis courts near the psych building—would mistake his charm for weakness. Both men inspired her imagination, though she’d always favored the hard edge of Kurt’s enigmatic brilliance.

She disguised a shiver as she assumed a stoic pose on the sofa before them. At least she thought she had, but the dilation of Kurt’s pupils in response shattered her illusion.

His formality for the sake of the cameras fractured the concentrated silence. “Today we’ll begin stage two of the Dream Machine study. Dr. Luke Malone is present to act as a witness for the board.”

“I understand, Doctors. Let’s get right down to business. I remember all the dirty details.” Not wanting to drag out the suspense, Rebecca decided to put it all on the line but her joke fell flat.

Kurt’s face paled. Had she embarrassed him by being so forward in front of his friend? Maybe her assumption of control affronted him. She paused, waiting for him to direct her next move.

“All the details of what, Becca?” His tentative inquiry puzzled her.

“My dreams from last night. What else?”

He answered her with another question. “What exactly do you remember?”

“I recall all three stages we uncovered in previous sessions. In addition, I dreamt of a sexual encounter in a public setting where oblivious people sat just feet away. The way it happened at yesterday’s board meeting.” She snuck a glance at Luke to gauge his reaction but instead of anger or surprise, she detected acknowledgment and desire. “In fact, my fantasy mirrored the experience down to the tiniest insignificant minutiae. I must have incorporated reality into my desires. Last, I remember…such vivid details…”

Despite the best of her intentions, her voice cracked. She licked her lips to wet the parched surface.

“Go ahead, baby.” Kurt nudged her.

“I dreamt two men fucked me at the same time.”

Her gaze locked with Kurt’s. “You.”

Then Luke’s. “And you.”

Though no longer afraid to embrace her unconventional tastes, her inexperience cranked up the flush racing to her cheeks. What if her dreams had changed since the last time Kurt documented them with the Dream Machine? He hadn’t had time to review last night’s feed since he’d left before she rose and she’d searched him out instead of waiting for his return.

What if he hadn’t seen this? What if her confession shocked him?

The meeting the day before had influenced her fourth REM stage to morph into the wicked game they’d played below the table in yesterday’s meeting. Only a psychic could have dreamed of something that hadn’t happened yet. Therefore, the depraved indiscretion must have replaced whatever had filled that slot on previous nights. Maybe the knowledge Luke intended to witness their session today had spawned this fifth dream.

When Kurt’s hand uncurled from the dents he had clenched in his pants leg, a predatory grin spread across his face. Rebecca assumed neither her lusts nor her bold speech displeased him. From her seat a few feet away, she discerned the outline of his erection beginning to swell along the length of his thigh. No, he didn’t hate the idea.

She bit her cheek, imagining the possibilities. Would they go through with this?

Less sure of Luke’s reaction, she peeked over to discover his open admiration of the cleavage showcased in the vee of her jacket. The bulge tenting the front of his trousers expanded as she watched.

Kurt and Luke exchanged glances. With the ease of men who have been friends long enough to be as close as brothers, they swapped silent communication in an instant. Both moved at the same time, converging on her where she sat. Their bulk and strength crowded her, encasing her in their scalding heat. Kurt took her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss while Luke stripped off her shoes then began to knead the flesh beneath.

Before she could recover from the intensity of their initial touch, broad hands guided her down onto the plush area rug covering the industrial carpet. Fingers flew everywhere at once, over her neck and face, tracing the lines of her suit jacket and teasing the hem of her skirt. Working together, the doctors removed her jacket, shirt and skirt in less than ten seconds.

Rebecca’s head spun as they bombarded her with sensations. They were both so attentive it was as though they knew just where to touch her to drive her wild. Kurt gathered her close to his side while he skimmed the lacy edge of her bra with his tongue. Luke mimicked the gesture across the tops of her thigh-high stockings. The feathered touches of their moist tongues drove her higher. She realized the animalistic sounds filling the room came from the back of her throat as she struggled to get closer.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Luke groaned against her sensitive inner thigh.

“So smart and brave,” Kurt crooned in between licks and nips on the upper slopes of her breasts.

“You’re…perfect.”

She reached out to brush the silky strands of Luke’s hair between her fingers while her other hand gripped Kurt’s biceps. He peeled the dainty bra away from her breasts as Luke tugged her panties off. Kurt assisted Luke by raising her hips. Their tag team approach triggered a flood, which washed her clenching channel with desire.

“Tell us, Becca. What do you want?” Kurt’s rough voice and the lines of strain bracketing his mouth conveyed his superior restraint. What she wanted most was to be ravished. To become the center of their pleasure, knowing every touch would burn her alive.

“Use me.” She trusted them to shape her into the ideal receptacle. “Please. Take me. However you like.

Make it good.”

At her desperate plea, Luke bit the tender spot between her thigh and pussy with enough force to assure he’d received her submissive message. When he groaned against her, the shockwave traveled through her electrified nerves, causing her to gasp and arch.

“You’re right, Kurt. She
is
perfect.”

Kurt rocked his massive erection against her hip while he worked on her breasts. Her fingers wrapped around the pulsing shaft then squeezed, loving the heft of his satin flesh and the musky scent of his arousal. His hands roamed across her torso and abdomen causing her eyes to flutter closed.

“No, Becca. Watch.” He snagged a cushion from the couch to prop her up.

“Taste her, Luke.” His friend complied with famished laps. Kurt cradled her as Dr. Malone drove his tongue inside her soaked slit. She nearly came on the spot.

He rumbled his appreciation as more of her slickness coated his face.

Kurt’s tight laugh followed. “I know. She’s delicious. Feast on her. Make her come for you, Luke.”

She shrieked when Luke sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips bucked against his glistening chin. Kurt’s fingers cupped her jaw, drawing her attention to him. “You like this, baby? You like being taken by two of us?”

When she hesitated, his grip strengthened.

“Tell me now. Or I’ll make him stop, I swear it.”

“No! Please don’t. I love it. Let me touch you, taste you.” She begged for mercy as the first hints of her imminent orgasm spiraled inside her. If they abandoned her now she’d die.

Kurt freed his hard-on then knelt beside her head, his cock bobbing in time to his pounding heart. “Is this what you want?”

She lunged for his proffered erection, devouring him in one slurp. The engorged tip bumped the back of her throat. After willing the muscles to relax, they parted to let him pass. His head dropped back. The cords on his neck stood out in stark relief as he moaned. Luke drove his long fingers to the extent of his reach inside her pussy. Her spasming muscles hugged the intrusions, rippling around them.

Kurt’s dick absorbed her scream as she came and came.

Luke’s fingers wrung every drop of pleasure from her pussy, making wet slurping sounds with every thrust.

He lifted his head then said to Kurt, “Damn, she’s so hot. Let me fuck her.”

Lost in the afterglow of her first orgasm, Rebecca followed their distant conversation as if having an out-of-body experience. She watched Kurt nod. Then he retreated from her mouth. His salty flavor acted like a drug on her body. She whimpered, craving more of his taste.

Luke shucked his clothes even faster than he’d stripped hers off then rose like an ancient god above her.

Golden skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat on muscles that stood out, defined and tense.

He covered her, bracing himself on his forearms, framing her head as he captured her mouth in a flirtatious kiss. He touched her so differently from Kurt. Tender and a little playful. The disparity fascinated her. Though she enjoyed the exchange, she missed the harder core of Kurt’s passion.

She tasted her own juices as he aligned his thick cock with her welcoming pussy. As he kissed her, he slid his shaft along her furrow, spreading her excess secretions over his length and nudging her clit with every stroke.

Her post-climactic glow flared into a blaze of renewed passion when Kurt guided her hand to his cock, showing her how their wanton display affected him. Then, with two fingers, Luke applied downward force to his shaft. The fat head notched in the mouth of her sex.

The rings of her muscles grasped at it, greedily attempting to suck him in as Kurt reached between them to fondle her breasts. Luke sat on his haunches to give Kurt room to maneuver.

Kurt lounged beside them so he could look her in the eye. He dipped his head for a sweet kiss then asked,

“Do you like the way he feels, baby?”

“Mmm,” she purred.

Kurt laughed while the quivering muscles of Luke’s abdomen advertised his obvious strain. Rebecca realized he waited for Kurt’s permission to penetrate her. “Please, Doctor. Let him fuck me.”

“Good girl, Becca.” Kurt pinched her nipple between his teeth then nodded at Luke. “Do it.”

With a series of short strokes, Luke buried himself in her clinging sheath. She groaned as he stretched her.

His cock was longer than Kurt’s but not as wide. The deep invasion forced a gasp from her chest as the head stroked the sensitive tissue lining the back wall of her pussy.

He hit his stride, fucking her with graceful, liquid strokes. All the while, Kurt ate—biting, licking, tasting—

at her chest, neck and mouth. Pleasure overtook her. Her second orgasm stole over her without warning. She clamped down hard on Luke as her pelvis rocked against him, grinding her clit into his lower abdomen.

With a growl, Luke strangled the base of his cock to prevent himself from spurting inside her. “Damn, that was close,” he panted. “Honey, you’re so snug when you come. I love the way you suck at me.”

“Enough,” Kurt barked. “Roll her over.”

Luke obeyed. Still embedded in her, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Then he rotated until she draped on top of his sculpted chest, trying to catch her breath while the last of the spasms wracked her.

Glancing over her shoulder in search of Kurt, she found him grinning at her with savage lust. “You want us both, don’t you?”

The unintelligible sound she made conveyed her total approval. Inside her pussy, Luke’s cock jerked.

Kurt reached into the drawer on the end table. She heard the snick of a cap then flinched when he spread cool gel along with the thick cream from her previous orgasms up from the juncture of her and Luke to the tight rosebud of her ass. The thought of his fingers so close to his best friend’s dick caused her pussy to spasm again.

Luke groaned. His head banged against the floor as his cock twitched inside her again. “Hurry, Kurt.”

Kurt slicked his hand along his lubricated shaft one last time before he straddled them both then notched his cock at the entrance to her back passage. His teeth marked her shoulder as he began to work his dick inside her.

Rebecca had never imagined being packed so full would induce this extreme ecstasy. Kurt pushed in another fraction of an inch before retreating to the very cusp of her ass. She moaned and squeezed her muscles around the head of his cock to prevent him from leaving her.