When he went still and began to pull out, she groaned in disappointment, trying to trap him inside by bearing her inner muscles down on him.
“Just a second, sweetheart,” he choked out. “Give me a second to… Oh sweet Jesus. Oh, that feels good.”
Claire’s eyes flew open as she realized what was happening. Dylan was slowly working his way into Aidan’s ass. His face was buried in Aidan’s neck, lips planting soft kisses on the man’s olive skin.
“Relax for me,” Dylan murmured. “Fuck, that’s it. Let me all the way in, man.”
Claire studied Aidan’s expression, floored by the sheer and utter ecstasy she saw there. “You like it,” she whispered.
His voice was gruff. “Yes.”
“What does it feel like, having something in…um…”
“In my ass?” he said with a chuckle.
“Aw, honey, are you an anal virgin?” Dylan spoke up, lifting his head to grin at her.
She nodded, her cheeks burning.
Aidan leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. “Don’t be embarrassed. From what I hear, the ass play feels better for us, anyway, so I don’t know how much you’re really missing.”
“But we’ll definitely try it out if you want,” Dylan added in a seductive tone. “Hey, Aid, tell our girl what she can expect.”
Aidan suddenly rocked forward, the power of Dylan’s thrust pushing Aidan’s c**k into her pu**y. All three of them groaned.
“Pressure,” Aidan mumbled. “There’s pressure at first. And a burn.”
Dylan drove deep again.
Aidan’s features went taut. “A good burn. Feels…good.” He stopped. Moaned. “So…good.” Then he stopped talking altogether and kissed her.
Dylan set the pace, controlling it with long, even strokes, and as crazy as it sounded, Claire felt like she was being f**ked by them both. Each time Dylan slammed into Aidan, it was like he was slamming into her too. And each time Aidan groaned against her lips, she groaned too, because she knew he was feeling the same explosive rush of pleasure she was.
Time stood still as the three of them moved together. The pressure between her legs grew unbearable. Aidan’s erection was lodged inside her, but she needed him to move faster, needed him to find the rhythm that would send her soaring.
“More,” she begged. “Please, Dylan, give us more.”
He laughed huskily. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Please.”
“All right, honey, but only because you asked nicely.”
The moment Dylan quickened his tempo, Aidan’s hips moved the way she wanted them to and his c**k drove as fast and as deep as it needed to in order to detonate that knot of pressure.
Claire convulsed, losing herself in an orgasm that started between her legs, then soared up to her throat and down to her toes. It was a full-body orgasm, the most intense thing she’d ever experienced in her life, and each time she thought it was over, another wave of pleasure shuddered through her.
“Love your ass,” Dylan choked out. “Feels so good squeezing my c**k like that. Fuck…oh f**k, I’m gonna come.”
The moment Dylan grunted in climax, Aidan followed suit, his c**k jerking inside her as he came with a strangled groan.
It took a while for Claire’s heart to beat normally again. She lay there trying to catch her breath as Aidan pulled out of her throbbing pu**y and Dylan handled the task of ditching their condoms. And then the three of them were lying together, Aidan on his back with Claire’s head on his chest, Dylan spooning her from behind, one limp arm thrown over her waist and resting on Aidan’s abdomen.
“I’m so sleepy,” she murmured.
Aidan’s laugh vibrated beneath her ear, and the steady beating of his heart only succeeded in making her drowsier. “We wore you out, huh?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
She sighed when she felt Dylan’s lips brush over her shoulder. “You okay, honey? No regrets?”
“No regrets,” she whispered, and then she fell asleep sandwiched between them, kept warm by the heat of their bodies.
Chapter Twelve
Christmas Eve
“Okay, we need to decide one thing before we go in,” Claire announced after Aidan pulled up to the curb in front of Seth Masterson’s house.
She was in the backseat again, so both men had to twist around to look at her. “What are you talking about?” Dylan asked.
“Well, the two of you have this habit of, how do I put it nicely? Pawing at me every chance you get.”
They shot her sheepish grins, because they both knew she was right. For the past few days, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off her. If Claire was in the room, at least one of them was right there beside her, touching some part of her body. Stroking her shoulder while she read the newspaper. Fondling her ass when she loaded the dishwasher. Kissing her neck as she flipped pancakes on the stove.
Not that she was complaining. She loved the endless affection they bestowed on her, same way she loved the deliciously naughty things they did to her in the bedroom every night. There was no doubt about it—she was utterly addicted to these men. She craved them every second of the day, eagerly awaiting their return from the base each afternoon so the three of them could lose their clothes and drive each other wild.
But that was in the privacy of the condo. Tonight they would be in public, surrounded by Dylan and Aidan’s friends, and she was feeling panicky about people knowing she was sleeping with two men.