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  Then she squinted up at Dexter. “Aren’t you going to get naked again? Please! I love to look at your big cock.”

  Dex stripped, but instead of immediately joining her, he grabbed the chocolate syrup and drizzled it over her breasts. Then he lowered himself to the floor by her side. His throbbing cock grazed her leg then teased her stomach. Around her breast, he murmured, “Anything for my baby. Does this make you happy?”

  Emotions rioted deep inside and flew to her extremities. She was one huge squirming mass, a conduit of pleasure. And the chocolate felt so very decadent. “Oh yeah.”

  When Ben latched onto her other breast with very eager, erotic lips and rubbed his cock along her side, the earth quaked. She’d never really thought this would happen, that the men would make love to her together, so she felt as if she was in a dream. God, she was such a slut, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She wondered how many women actually lived out their fantasies. How many had men as wonderful as Dex who loved them so much they wanted to see them happy?

  Again she thanked God for Dexter and vowed to be the best lover he could ever have, even if it meant repaying the favour and letting him have two women in his bed at once. She’d do anything for him. Her devotion knew no bounds.

  “Is this your first time in a ménage?” She didn’t ask either man in particular nor did she hold her breath so she was surprised when both chuckled and confessed, “No.”

  Any trace of guilt she’d felt fled. “Male-male-female? Or male-female-female?” Curious minds wanted to know, especially about Dexter. There was so very much she yearned to know about him. She wanted to know everything, to be one with him.

  Again, the men replied together. “Both.”

  Ben went further. “We work for a very cosmopolitan hospital in a very contemporary city.”

  Feeling like a good girl losing her virginity for the first time, she did a double take. “Am I the only one who’s only had vanilla sex? Is everybody into ménages?”

  Dexter licked and nibbled his way down to her pussy and buried his face in it. Against her clit, he murmured, “Not everyone and not all the time, but most of us have sowed our wild oats. In my case, it was a very, very long time ago, when I was just an intern.”

  When Dexter’s tongue slipped inside and his thumb massaged her clit, molten hot desire slammed into her and she thrust her pussy deeper against his face. She wound her fingers through his silky hair and gave herself up to the exquisite pleasure. Breathless, she asked, “Is that why you’re allowing me my turn?”

  Dexter’s voice drifted to her, muffled. “This way you know and won’t always wonder what it’s like.”

  “What if I get addicted?”

  Dexter growled and lifted his head. His eyes were groggy and glazed with passion. “We’ll work it out if it comes to that. Agreed?”

  Shocked, she blinked but was happy that they were able to talk things out, whatever they were. “Agreed.”

  “You two talk too much. I’m ready to do some serious fucking.” Ben moved up to her lips and drank deeply. When he pulled back, he gazed deeply into her eyes. “Are you ready to be fucked good and hard? To realise your fantasy? To get what you paid for?”

  “First you have to wear a condom.” That’s when she remembered that Dexter hadn’t worn one when they’d made love earlier. She gasped and checked her mental calendar. This was the time of month she was ripe and ovulating. What if…

  It was too late to think about that now, but she quivered all over. What if Dexter’s baby was already incubating inside her? What if her tummy soon started to swell and his child began to flutter around inside? People would know they’d made love tonight. Did she care? Hell no! She’d be proud and thrilled to carry Dexter’s child.

  Ben rolled on one of the condoms she plucked off the table and handed to him and then stood on his knees over her. “Get ready for the best fuck of your life, babe.”

  Shivering without the men’s body heat, she squirmed with impatience.

  Dexter lay on the floor and crooked his finger at her. He grabbed his cock and wagged it at her, too, amusing her. “Uh uh. Don’t listen to his hype. The best fuck of your life is right here. Climb aboard.”

  Her pussy clenched and unclenched so ready to be fucked, to be one with him, she straddled him and slid down his cock. She leaned over him so that her tits grazed his hairy chest and sent tingles all the way to her fingertips. “Like this, Dr. Graham?”

  “Whoa! Not so fast you two. Wait for me.” Ben sidled up behind her and rubbed his cock along the crack of her butt even as she rode Dexter’s big, hot dick. “Slow down a minute and let me climb aboard.”

  Char felt so good already it was almost impossible to stop pumping Dexter’s cock, but she squeezed it and pushed her hands on the floor to hold her weight off her lover.

  First, Ben worked his finger inside her ass, then two. Gently and slowly, he stretched and prepared her. “How’s that? Are you ready for more?”

  She was ready to come, that’s what. Still, she wondered if two huge cocks would fit inside, if they would feel each other, if it would be like they were all three fucking each other. “Ooh, yeah. Give it to me. I can’t wait to feel both of you inside me. Ravage me.”

  Dexter’s hands massaged her breasts and squeezed. “God, you’re gorgeous, baby. You’re glowing. You’re made to be loved. I’ll have to fuck you all the time.”

  Ben replaced his finger with his cock, pushing it slowly in. His fingers bit into her thighs as he steadied himself and drove in further.

  The two cocks rollicked inside her, impossibly stretching her, giving her such pleasure she couldn’t help but moan and scream. She could barely think a coherent thought except, “Yeah, fuck me all the time. All day. All night.”

  “You’ve got it, babe.” Dexter’s hips thumped the floor, and he ground into her so hard, she knew he was about to climax so she milked his cock, wishing his seed would shoot deep into her womb, to seep down her legs and coat her with their musky love.

  “You’re so tight, Char.” Ben’s fingers dug into her hips as he drove his cock into her without mercy. “God, this is the best sex I’ve had in ages. Are you two sure we can’t do this again?”

  Char gazed deeply into Dexter’s eyes, letting it be his decision as she bucked on his wild cock.

  Perspiration trickling down his face and his body, Dexter panted. His hands moulded around her waist and one drifted to her clit where he caught it between his fingers and gave it a little tweak, driving her insane. “I don’t know…”

  “But it’ll be good to change things up so we won’t get bored.” Speaking of staying off boredom, she remembered her BDSM equipment in the next room.

  “Does that mean I get to fuck her pussy next?” Ben gave one last, wild shove into her and exploded. His body quivered for a long time and he fell on top of her.

  With Ben’s weight, she was sandwiched between her two lovers. Their cocks still squirmed inside her, their heat infused her. When Dex kissed her, she parted her lips and curled her arms around her man, never wanting to let go.

  Ben finally climbed off her and her lungs filled back up with air. But she didn’t want to release Dex. She was exactly where she belonged, in his arms, cradled against his heart.

  “Not yet,” she said to Ben, wanting to make sure her number one man was well taken care of. To Dexter, she said, “Fuck me while I suck his cock.”

  Dexter narrowed his eyes and she was sure he was going to say, “No way,” but he surprised her. “How can I refuse an offer like that? If it makes you happy, go for it. I can guaran-damn-tee it won’t taste as good as mine.”

  Ben slid off his condom and dumped it in the trash. Then he swaggered over to the strawberries and wine and rubbed them on his cock. “Are you sure? Have you tasted it?”

  “No way in hell would I want to.” Dexter rolled his eyes.

  Char remembered something in the other room Ben just might like. Dexter, too. She extricated herself from Dexter�
�s arms and helped him up. “I have a surprise for you two I think you might like very much.”

  “What is it?” the men asked in unison, looking at each other and then her.

  “I think seeing is better than being told.” She sashayed her hips and jiggled her boobs and crooked her finger at them. “This way, big boys. I hope at least one of you likes to take control. I like to be dominated.”

  She threw open the door to the room where the BDSM whips, chains, and leather gear was and swept wide her arm in an arc. “Voila! Would anyone like to handcuff me and tie me to the bed? Make me your sex slave for the night?”

  God, she hoped so. She hoped at least one of them knew what to do with it.

  Dexter put his hand in the small of her back and tented his brows. “You’re into this stuff? I had no clue.”

  She rubbed against his cock that was already erect and throbbing again, and she wound her fingers around it and gently tugged him to her. “I haven’t been, but tonight is a first in a lot of ways. I thought this would be fun.”

  Ben bounded into the room and fingered the wide array of BDSM goodies. “Cool! And I was afraid you two would be boresville. I think I found my perfect threesome.”

  Chapter Four

  Char caught Dexter’s gaze and held it. Together, they heartily laughed as he pulled her once again into his arms and possessed her lips, leaving her with no doubt as to who was the master. When they came up for air, Dexter leaned his forehead against hers, and his lips crooked into a sexy, seductive smile that made her want to jump him again that very second.

  Char linked her fingers through Dex’s and gave a gentle tug into the second room, following the excited younger doctor. “I’m game if you are. We have the suite for the night, the equipment and we’re all together.”

  On the threshold of a new lifestyle, she stopped and gulped. Leather, pungent and raw, singed her nostrils. She could already hear the jangle of handcuffs and chains on the bed.

  She remembered the burns of a BDSM patient, whose partner had taken things too far. They hadn’t been pretty but not too serious, thank God, but the recollection made her pause. “We need a safe word.”

  When both men turned quizzical gazes on her, she knew they were BDSM virgins, too. “You know. A word we agree upon ahead of time which we say to bring an immediate cease and desist to our, ah, activities.”

  Dex folded his arms across his chest and his toes. Dryly he asked, “Something out of the ordinary like ‘Pippi Longstocking’ that we normally wouldn’t call out in the heat of passion?”

  She choked trying to hold back her giggles. When she could speak, she said, “Exactly.”

  Ben swaggered to the cattle prod, switched it on and tested it against his arm. He yowled, jumped, and dropped it to the floor. “That’s barbaric! Are you mad?”

  Dex scowled. “So who’s the Dom? There can only be one master.”

  She sized them up feeling the sizzle of their fierce competition anew. “You could fight for the honour. For me.”

  Ben grabbed the whip and snapped it within an inch of them. “Get on the bed slaves. Now!”

  ———

  Dexter wasn’t about to take orders from the upstart. He still wasn’t one hundred percent kosher with letting Ben make love to his woman, and he damned sure wasn’t going to let the guy boss him around.

  He looked around for a weapon and snatched up the electric prod. Feeling silly, but doing this for Char, he jumped into sparring stance. He switched on the appliance and jousted. “On guard, slave. I am the Master.”

  With a rapt, wide-eyed gaze, Char watched. Her nipples perked and she chewed her lip.

  You think you scare me with that toy?” Ben sidestepped the parry with a laugh and a bawdy wink to Char.

  “Watch this, lady fair.” With a flick of his wrist, he lashed out at the prod and tore it from Dex’s hand.

  Char clapped then stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled, and her breasts jiggled as she jumped up and down. Then she crossed her hands over her heart and batted her lashes. “My heroes.”

  Growling, and more than a little pissed, Dex grabbed the first thing his hand landed on. When he thrust forward a giant hot pink feather, he flung it down in disgust to the chorus of chuckles.

  He backed up and this time, he checked out the array of weapons, grimacing when the only threatening thing was a chain. So he wrapped the end of it around his hand so his opponent couldn’t easily snatch it away, and he twirled it over his head. “My chain trumps your whip. Concede defeat, junior.”

  “Never, old man! I shall fight to the death for my lady.”

  Dex rolled his eyes and then lashed the chain a few inches from Ben’s feet. “Oh, yeah? I’m the white knight in shining armour.”

  Feral-eyed, snarling and hunched over, the two men circled each other. Dex wouldn’t dare give in and look weak in front of his woman.

  He narrowed his eyes, dropped his weapon and cracked his knuckles. “Let’s fight like men. You got the guts? Or are you only big and bad when you’re hiding behind you’re macho toy?”

  Ben squared his shoulders and stood tall. He opened his hand and let the whip slither to the floor. “Don’t bother, pops. I’m a third degree black belt and I could kick your ass with my little toe, but I don’t wrestle naked with dudes.” A challenge lit Ben’s eyes. “Are you into nude wrestling with other men?”

  This was war!

  Dex scooped up his lady and carried her to the bed. Against her lips, he murmured, “Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

  Tired of games, he wedged his knee between her legs and spread them. Desperate to feel her warmth, to possess her, he plundered her mouth and her pussy. Primitive yearnings seized him and focused him solely on his lover. Quivering and quaking, he drove in and out with a fury that left him breathless.

  ———

  Ben wasn’t about to be left out, especially not when he’d worked up so much testosterone, when he was so hot and horny seeing Dex’s cock plunging in and out of Char’s gorgeous pussy, so pink, so moist, and so hot.

  God, but he had to get some pussy, too, and soon, or he’d explode. So hot he couldn’t stand it, he towered over them and pumped his aching cock.

  His balls were so tight, so full, he massaged them with his other hand. Hell. He couldn’t wait all night. “Either finish the job now or let a man with real balls in.”

  Slowing, Dex looked up and over his shoulder. “Fast is not the way to pleasure a woman. Watch and learn.”

  “I know how to make women swoon. I have them lined up and panting for me.” Much as Ben hated to admit it, it made him hot seeing Dexter ravish their woman, to see his cock filling her, slide in and out, and to see his balls slam against her pretty ass.

  He enjoyed watching them squirm, their sweaty bodies gliding against the other’s and her big breasts jiggling.

  Wanting a piece of the action, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer, he straddled Char’s face and lowered his cock to her lips. “Suck me hard, bitch. Drink my cum.”

  Her eyes glazed over and she eagerly nodded. When she parted her lips to answer, he pushed his cock inside. “Don’t speak. Service me, slave.”

  When she raked her nails over his balls then gently squeezed, he went into orbit. On fire, he clutched the headboard as he stroked long and deep, spreading wide her lips.

  Knowing she had another lover fucking her pussy while he fucked her mouth made him incredibly horny. He gave it to her good. He loved his little slut, made to be fucked, to pleasure them. He wasn’t going to let Dexter claim her for his own without a fight. Before the night was out, he’d have just as much claim. He’d fuck her pussy ‘til she cried for mercy and forgot all about Dexter.

  With a vengeance, he came and she milked his seed. Greedy for all of it, she caressed the root of his cock and his balls.

  It felt like he’d come forever, and he was carried away in ecstasy. He watched her beautiful face with his creamy cum overflowing her mouth, coating h
er lips and her chin, and came even more.

  Finally spent, he sprawled beside them on the bed and spooned against her. Tenderly he kissed her lips, tasted himself mingled with her and moaned. “This is heaven.”

  When Dexter finally rolled off her and laid on her other side and curled his arm around her waist, Ben cupped her pussy with his hand. Her wiry curls were slick and wet, her clit and pussy lips swollen. He got hot all over. When she moaned and writhed against him, his blood simmered and went straight to his cock, making him hard again.

  He rolled on top of her, suckled each nipple in turn as he tested the heavy weight of her double Ds in his hands and rubbed his burning cock along her pussy. Against her lips he huskily murmured, “I can’t stand having you so near, yet so far. I need to be one with you, too.”

  Her thick lashes fluttered up to reveal her beautiful eyes, and she smiled up at him. “I want you, too. I want us to be one.”

  He willed her not to look at Dexter for permission or to hesitate. That would kill him. When she didn’t and said, “Put on another condom,” he smiled back, and snatched another one off the nearby table. She helped him roll on the latex protection. Her hands felt so wonderful, his cock swelled and filled it out. Then he insinuated his hand between them and massaged her clit.

  When she writhed and wiggled beneath him and wound her hands in his hair, he was lost in her, heart and soul.

  He had to have her, to know her more intimately and he lifted his hips and with a smooth stroke he thrust in long and deep, all the way to her core.

  Her swift intake of breath, her cording of muscles told him he’d made his mark on her heart. He was going to make her as much his as Dexter’s, and not because he was in some inane competition as the older man would presume, but because she was exquisite and adorable and she’d stolen his heart.

  He’d long kept his eye on her but had sensed her heart belonged to Dexter, so he hadn’t made a move. Now he was damned if he’d let her go, even if it meant sharing.

  Against his lips, she asked, “Do you think we can videotape this from now on, so I can relive it forever?”