A groan escaped, billowing up from the deepest portion of his chest.
She fondled them carefully, and with each touch, he grew harder until he was one giant, painful erection.
Laughing softly, she arched upward and tucked his cock between the satiny flesh at her apex. He watched in utter fascination as his length disappeared behind a shield of silky, tight curls.
She landed against him with a tight shudder, her hips quivering, her pussy fluttering like a butterfly's wings.
Behind them, Micah stood, stroking his cock as he watched, his eyes hooded and intense. For just a moment, Nathan ignored him, wanting this moment when Julie was all his, when her pleasure was his.
He bowed upward, sending himself deeper into her depths. She gasped and reached down to brace herself on his belly. He took her hands, so small in his, and held them as she began to ride him.
Her breasts bobbed above their joined hands. Pale blue veins ran underneath the soft brown skin rendering them delicate looking. He trailed a thumb along the underside of one breast then raised her hand with his so he could brush his knuckles over the nipple. His mouth watered with the need to taste her. It wasn't as if he hadn't had her breasts in his mouth often enough, but he seriously doubted he'd ever grow tired of her taste, of the feel of her on his tongue. Or the way she shivered in delight when his mouth touched her.
She moaned again and arched forward, and it was then Nathan could see that Micah was touching her, his hands running the length of her back, then down again and over her hips.
Knowing his brief moment was over, Nathan scooted toward the edge of the bed so that Micah could step between his legs. As long as he didn't think too long or hard about their relative positions, he could do this. It made him damn uncomfortable, but with Julie clasped around his cock like a warm burst of sunshine, he could easily tune Micah out.
Julie sighed and curled her fingers tighter around her lover's hands, holding on as the second man slipped a finger into her ass, stretching gently as he prepared her for his entry.
Warm oil coated her opening, inside then out again. One finger, then two. She clamped down on the cock inside her pussy, wringing a soft cry from her love. Then a condom-wrapped dick replaced the fingers at her anus, blunt and pushing inward.
Her body fought the invasion but he persisted, pushing against her natural resistance. She held her breath and pushed back, and with a gentle pop he was in.
Her entire body seized. She crushed the hands she was holding as she bucked, nearly pulling free of both cocks.
Soothing hands gripped her hips, holding her down, petting, stroking. She could almost hear their reassuring whispers floating over her skin.
Two cocks impossibly wedged into her body. So tight she could hardly breathe. It seemed more difficult this way than how they'd taken her before. More intense.
When the man at her ass carefully retreated, she bit her bottom lip, knowing what was coming. His retreat felt so damn good. A lessening of the incredible pressure that bloomed in her lower body.
Then he rippled forward, reopening her ahead of his advance.
She cried out, digging her knees into masculine hips. Again they soothed her, stroking her lightly, stilling their thrusts as they let her get used to their size.
God, it burned. Like fire in her deepest recesses. It was the single most intense sensation she'd ever experienced. If the pressure didn't dissipate soon, she was quite simply going to explode.
She wiggled and squirmed like a trapped fish, wanting them to move, to help her. She needed relief. When they still refused to accommodate her, she reached down and pinched a very firm abdomen.
A chuckle rumbled underneath her fingertips, but he wrapped his big hands around her hips and thrust upward. Finally.
Forgoing their lazy pace, both men surged into her body with strength that took her breath away. She knew they were big. Knew they were muscled. From what she'd been able to feel, they were incredibly built. She'd love to massage both of them. Spend a lazy afternoon seducing them with nothing more than the touch of her hands. And maybe her mouth.
A wicked grin erupted as she remembered running her mouth over Nathan again and again.
Nathan watched her lips turn up in a smile worthy of a siren. She was so incredibly expressive and passionate. The woman burned with it.
Knowing what she wanted and determined not to torment her or himself any longer, he gave himself over to the mindless ecstasy whipping like a hurricane through his belly.
"Oh," she gasped.
Micah pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, his hands sliding up her sides and to the underswells of her breasts. He kneaded and cupped the soft mounds, pushing them outward. Nathan rested his own hands on the tops of her thighs, enjoying the smoothness of her skin as she rode him, as Micah rode her.
The sight of the three of them was erotic as hell. Now he understood some of what drove Micah. Not all certainly, because Micah was as deceptive as they came. Behind that lazy-ass smile and charming exterior lay some fucked-up demons, of that Nathan was sure.
But he left it all behind when he loved on a woman. Nathan had to give him that.
Like rain lashing in the midst of a storm, the current arcing through his body grew stronger. Fire built and rose in his cock, pushing upward until his body screamed for mercy.
Her pussy clenched, spasmed danced around his dick. His fingers curled into her hips, and with a hoarse cry, he let it all go.
As long as he lived, he'd never forget the sight of her on top of him, head thrown back, the red sash a vibrant splash across her eyes. Her mouth open in a soundless scream of pleasure. Beautiful. So beautiful and fucking perfect.
Micah strained against her, pushing her down onto Nathan. He caught her and supported her, stroking her like a colt in need of gentling as Micah lowered his head to rest on her shoulder.
The three were exhausted. When Micah finally pulled away, Julie sank down like a deflated balloon into Nathan's waiting arms. His cock still pulsed and twitched inside her, and for the moment he was content to remain connected to her in the most intimate way possible.
He tentatively touched her hair as she lay on his chest, her soft breaths blowing over his skin. How he wanted to remove that hated blindfold and look into her eyes. After tonight, he wouldn't do this again. And if he had his way, he wasn't going to be replaced with some other guy who didn't give a shit one way or another.
Chapter 19
Nathan hurriedly pulled his clothes on, and with one last look at Julie, he left the room behind Micah. The halls were mostly quiet, only the faint sounds coming from the common room filtered down the passageway to where they stood.
"I need to talk to you," Nathan said in a low voice.
"Come downstairs. We can go into Damon s office and have a drink. He won't care.''
Nathan followed him down and through the living room where many people mingled over drinks and appetizers. He didn't see them, though. His thoughts were consumed with Julie and what he needed to tell Micah.
"You seem more bothered tonight," Micah said after he closed the door to the office behind them.
Nathan dragged a hand over his scalp and cupped the back of his head with his palm. "I can't do this again, man."