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  “Say no, at any time, and it all stops,” he whispered in her ear. “I promise.”

  Her heart was pounding. Essentially, she was cuffed and half-naked with three men. Two of them were strangers. One might as well be for all the time that had passed between them. Yet, she’d never felt so alive, so sexually aware. Her breasts ached and throbbed, her nipples desperate to feel the hard tug of masculine lips, the nip of teeth. And her pussy…drenched.

  Tris fell to his knees in front of her and reached for the button of her jeans. He pushed it free and slid her zipper down, sliding his palm into the opening and spreading the material wide.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream with orgasm. Gorge myself on your sweet juices.” He gripped the sides of her jeans and jerked them down to mid-thigh, taking her panties with them.

  She gasped as he leaned in and slid his tongue along her folds. His hands jerked her pants lower until she felt them pool at her ankles. He used his nose to nuzzle closer, his tongue finding her clitoris and tapping against it.

  Her eyes closed, and she relaxed against Brent. She used her bound hands to grasp and squeeze his cock. She was on fire. She wanted. She needed. Now.

  One ankle came free of her jeans, and Tris’ hand gripped behind her knee and lifted her leg high, opening her pussy to his eyes and tongue.

  “So pretty,” he crooned. His tongue traced down to her opening and flicked inside. “Sweet. So sweet on my tongue.”

  “Let me see.”

  Her eyes flew open, and she watched as Mick stepped forward. He ran his finger along her slit then slipped it inside and rubbed along her inner walls.

  She cried out, canting her hips forward, desperate for more.

  Mick fucked her slowly with his finger while Tris moved his head to the side and flicked his tongue over her clit. Brent’s hands closed over her breasts, his fingers zoning in on her nipples. He pinched and tugged, working her breasts like an expert, knowing exactly what she liked without her saying a word.

  One finger became two, and she panted as the crest of an orgasm rose within her.

  Mick pulled his fingers free. Before she could cry out her displeasure, Tris was there. He shoved his tongue in her pussy and fucked her with it. Brent’s fingers pinched hard on her nipples.

  Mick sucked her juices from his fingers. “Sweet as honey,” he swore. “When Tris is done eating his fill, I’m going to gorge myself.”

  “Then it’ll be my turn,” Brent whispered. “Think you can handle that and still be ready to fuck?”

  Mia leaned her head against him and lifted her eyes until she found his. “That depends.”

  “On what?” Brent demanded.

  Mia panted. Tris was doing his best to rob her of thought as well as oxygen. She was close to that edge, close to a mind blowing orgasm that she knew would only be the first of many. “If I get to play to.”

  “What do you want to play, honey?” Mick asked.

  “I want to play with three hard cocks. I want to lick and suck and taste every inch you’ve got for me.”

  Tris wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Two fingers plunged deep, and Mia screamed as she came. Mick leaned in and took one nipple in his mouth sucking it hard, revving up her pleasure. Brent gripped her hair and tugged her head back on his shoulder. His lips claimed hers, and he swallowed her cries.

  She shuddered as she slowly came back down. Her eyes blinked open. Tris was nuzzling her inner thigh. Brent her hair and Mick was just tracing his finger over her wet nipple. At some point, her clothes had been pulled free of her other foot, leaving her completely naked while they were all still fully clothed. The only thing they’d removed was Brent’s belt, which held her hands bound behind her back. It was erotic as hell.

  Just like always, her first orgasm had only wet her appetite, leaving her wanting more, more, more. Tonight, she was going to get more. She wouldn’t be left hanging.

  “You okay?” Brent whispered the question by her ear.

  “I’m fantastic,” she purred.

  Mick’s lips turned up in a grin as she watched his face. “I guess that makes it my turn then.”

  “I’d like a turn, too. My mouth is watering for a taste,” Brent uttered.

  “I can’t imagine anyone ever telling you no,” Mia stated.

  Brent grunted his agreement as he moved in front of her.

  “My dick is practically jumping up and begging at the moment,” Tris added.

  Mia grinned and licked her lips. She couldn’t wait to see what they had for her. She was praying it wouldn’t be disappointing. Everything about them seemed larger than life. She hoped their cocks would be the same.

  “Let’s move to the couch.” Brent used her shoulders to guide her where he wanted her to go. She wasn’t sure how it was going to work out with her hands behind her back. As if he read her mind, the belt released, and her hands were freed. He tossed it to the side and massaged her shoulders.

  “I want to feel your fingers on my skin, wrapped around my dick, stroking.” Brent spoke the words, but she could see it was a desire they all shared. She wanted to touch them, as well.

  She moved forward and sat on the edge of the ottoman. Mick dropped to his knees in front of her.

  “I’ve dreamed of this.” The words were whispered and confused her. Several things he’d said made it seem like she’d been on his mind over the years. But was it the truth? And if so, then why hadn’t he approached her? But then, he had attempted to see her, and she’d avoided him.

  He gripped her thighs and spread them wide then tugged her, so her bottom cheeks were barely on the ottoman. “Lie back, honey. I want to savor this.”

  She leaned back but kept her upper body elevated on her elbows. She watched intently as he lowered his head to the closely cropped curls covering her pussy. His fingers traced the seam of her cunt from clit to entry. One finger dipped inside and thrust deep. She moaned low.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He pulled his finger free and brought it up to his mouth again where he sucked it. “I love the taste of you. A man could eat this every day and never have his fill.”

  “Shut up and lick my pussy, Mick.”

  He grinned then bent to do as she demanded. His tongue rasped over her clit, exciting the small bundle of nerves and sending a ripple of pleasure through her entire body. One hand spread her pussy lips wide, giving him better access to all of her. Two fingers thrust inside her again and began a slow fucking that had her burning with desire. She wanted more than his finger. She wanted the glide of his cock. She wanted it hard and fast and deep.

  “Still hungry, Mia?” Tris spoke beside her, pulling her gaze from Mick.

  Her gaze was filled with the sight of his naked cock bobbing alongside her. It was mouth-watering. She forced her eyes away from his inches and took in the fact that he was as naked as she was now. Washboard tummy led up to a nice broad chest that looked even better than she’d imagined.

  Hungry? She was starving.

  Chapter Four

  Mia reclined all the way on the ottoman. Tris stepped forward and rested a knee beside her. He used a hand to guide his dick toward her mouth, lowering his hips and pressing in as he did. She slid her hand up and wrapped her fingers just above where his gripped his shaft. He was hot and hard to her touch. She lifted her head just enough to be able to glide her tongue across the head.

  Mick was sucking and licking her pussy. It was hard to concentrate on Tris. Plus, the angle was slowly making her neck ache. She let her head relax again and used her fingers to work his cock. Mick had her panting from pleasure as it was. Every time he worked her close to orgasm, he pulled back, not allowing her to go over the edge.

  “Mick,” she panted.

  “I like to hear you moan my name.”

  “Did you sate yourself?”

  “I’m working on it.” His tongue tapped her clit and had her crying out.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Damn,” Tris
groaned.

  “I’m not done eating.” His tongue licked over where his fingers were fucking her.

  “I want to suck Tris’ cock,” she said with a groan. “I want to roll over on my hands and knees.”

  “Shit, let her roll over.” Tris pumped his fist up and down his cock, obviously wanting the change in position as much as she did.

  Mick moved his head, and she felt the nip of his teeth on the inside of her thigh. She cried out, but not with pain.

  Mick surged to his feet and held his hand out to her. “Up,” he commanded.

  She took his hand and stood. He made quick work of his clothes and soon was naked before her. Time had been great to him. He looked better than she remembered. She certainly hadn’t embellished the size of his cock in her memory. He was fantastic.

  He moved to the opposite side the ottoman and lay down so his head was resting at her thighs. His cock bobbed up at the other end.

  “Crawl over me, honey, and put that pussy right over my mouth.”

  Movement caught her eyes, and she glanced over to see Brent enter the room again. She was a little embarrassed she hadn’t even noticed he’d left. The other two had kept her busy.

  Brent dropped a box of condoms and a bottle of lube on the couch. He was naked now as well and looked just as edible as Tris and Mick.

  Tris stepped closer and helped steady her as she bent over Mick. Her knees rested on either side of his head, and she dropped forward, putting her hands just outside his sprawled thighs. His cock rose up toward her, just begging her to taste it. She couldn’t resist. She took him deep, sucking the head fully into her mouth until she couldn’t take any more.

  He groaned and grabbed her legs, tugging her lower until her pussy was hovering just over his mouth. She was basically lying on top of him, instead of balancing over him on her hands and knees. She sucked. He licked. It was pure heaven.

  A throat cleared, and she glanced up to see both Tris and Brent standing by her head, stroking their cocks.

  “Ladies choice,” Brent said.

  Choice? Hell, she wanted them all. Wasn’t that what this was about? Her not having to choose, but getting them all?

  Her brain connected, and she realized he meant right now. She could suck on any of them. They were all greedy for her to envelope them in the wet heat of her mouth. She was just as greedy.

  She lifted her head off Mick’s cock and wrapped her fingers around it instead. She glanced up at Tris and Brent.

  “Feed me,” she commanded Tris.

  Brent’s eyes flared as he watched her. She licked over the crown of Tris’ cock then opened wide to suck him inside.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Tris muttered. His fingers wrapped in her hair, and he slowly fucked his dick in and out, never going too deep. “Suck my cock, sugar. That’s it. Let me feel that tongue licking my dick.”

  His words were hot. They excited her even further. She loved guys who liked to talk during sex and not just grunt and groan, thinking that was sufficient communication. She wanted the words, the praise.

  “Let me feel that mouth.”

  Tris reluctantly stepped back, popping his cock free at Brent’s request.

  Brent stepped toward her, and she opened wide. He didn’t stop as Tris did. Brent was all masculine dominance and control. He kept pressing in until he hit the back of her throat, making her gag and swallow as she breathed through her nose. She knew what to do. Giving head had always been something she enjoyed, especially deep-throating.

  She was one of those girls who could get off just by sucking a guy off. It got her that excited. She craved it. She loved the taste and texture, loved the slide of a hard, thick length along her tongue. She tightened her lips and sucked greedily, swallowing against her gag reflex.

  He was testing her, and she was determined to win.

  “Fuck,” he exclaimed, pulling his cock almost completely out of her mouth. She suckled the head, working her tongue in the slight notch just at the base of the crown. “You like that, don’t you?” he crooned. “The taste of my cock.”

  Meeting his gaze, she moaned, showing him he was right. She did love the taste of his cock, the feel of it. She wailed again, her pussy bucking against Mick’s face as he brought her attention screaming back to him and what he was doing to her. Brent’s cock slipped free as she panted and keened with an approaching orgasm.

  She bucked and screamed, jerking upright to sit over Mick’s face as she rode his tongue. Her hands lifted to her nipples, pinching and tugging on them as her release exploded. It was so good, so fucking amazing. She didn’t want to come down, didn’t want the orgasm to end, but as with all good things it couldn’t last forever.

  Mick eased away, his tongue retreating. He turned his head and placed soft kisses along her inner thigh while she continued to shiver and shake over him.

  “My God, you are so fucking gorgeous.” Tris sounded awed.

  She slowly lifted her head to glance his way.

  “Look at you. Riding Mick’s mouth the way I want you to ride my dick. Your nipples are so hard. I want to suck them, fill my mouth with them. Christ, I just want you.”

  “Yes.” Though it wasn’t a question, she answered it anyway. She wanted him, wanted them all.

  Moving out from under her, Mick slid away and sat up. As she remained kneeling on the ottoman, he turned to face her and lifted a finger to run over one hard nipple. “You’ve always been the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

  She believed him. His eyes shined with sincerity. Then she recalled the tears she’d shed when he’d walked away so easily last time.

  She straightened her spine and eased off the ottoman. She was older now. Wiser. And there would be no tears. She knew what to expect this time around. She had no girlhood dreams of Mick falling in love with her and being her boyfriend. Those were the foolish dreams of a high school girl. This was about sex, and lots of it.

  She purposely looked away from him and locked eyes with Brent. She let her gaze dip down over his body, taking in the play of muscles until she came to his jutting cock. She licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted it, wanted him. Foreplay was over. She wanted to fuck. She craved the penetration of a cock.

  “Fuck me.” She panted and held her hand out to him. “I don’t care where. I don’t care what position. I just want your cock inside me.”

  Brent glanced behind her as if to ask permission from Mick, but the only consent Brent needed was hers, and she thought she’d made that clear already.

  She reached out and grabbed Brent’s cock, bringing his attention back to her. “Please.” She didn’t want to beg, but she would if it got her what she wanted.

  Mick met Brent’s eyes and nodded. It hurt that she’d turned from him when he’d told her she was beautiful. But then, she’d been avoiding him for years so what did he expect? Gone was the girl he’d left behind, and he’d never really been given the chance to reconnect with her. He was hoping this time would be different. He’d had his share of women through the years, but she was the one who filled his dreams.

  He still remembered her excitement, the way she loved his touch and was open to anything. At least that hadn’t changed. He just had to convince her that this time he wasn’t walking away in the morning. The boy seeking adventure was all grown up and in his place was a man seeking a home, preferably with a woman like Mia.

  But how did he convince her of that? What were the right words to say, the right action to take? The last thing he’d wanted to do tonight was go to the bar for a welcome home. Then he’d walked through the door and seen Brent with Mia. He’d made his way across to them as quickly as the crowd would allow.

  Seeing her, being close enough to smell the perfume on her skin, was enough to send his cock to full attention. She looked even better than he remembered. The years had been amazing to her. Her tits were full and high, and God help him, he could still recall the way they felt in his hands. Her skin looked as soft as he remembered. He’d bit back a groan a
s he recalled with perfect clarity how good it had felt when he slowly pushed his cock into the tight glove of her pussy. He’d dreamed about that night all through basic training. And again during long nights spent in places he’d never thought he’d find himself.

  Mia sighed, bringing his thoughts back to the present and the second chance he was getting. Because that’s what he saw this as. A second chance with Mia. He’d told the guys about her. Tris and Brent were like brothers to him. He trusted them with his life. He trusted them with Mia. The places they’d been, the missions they’d found themselves on as part of a Navy SEAL team had forged bonds that nothing could sever.

  They shared a lot. Memories. Scars. And even nightmares. They also had a tendency to share their women. It had started out as a “why not” kind of thing when a woman had wanted to take them all on. And they’d enjoyed it, gotten off on the pleasure she experienced having the three of them. And they began looking for women who wanted that, women who craved the ménage experience.

  Now, he wanted it all. He wanted Mia, and he wanted to share her with Brent and Tris. Luckily, his best friends wanted that too. But Mitch wasn’t settling for a one-night stand. He wanted Mia in his bed every night, too exhausted from the three of them to try and leave it.

  He nodded once more at Brent and Tris. “I’d say it’s time to fuck then.”

  Chapter Five

  Mia would never admit she was nervous. Not to the three guys watching her. Not to her sisters. And most definitely, not to herself. Outwardly, she was the picture of sexual confidence. Inwardly, she was shaking like a leaf. Regardless of her overactive imagination, this was new to her. Fortunately, her excitement far outweighed her nerves.

  “Let the fucking begin,” Brent stated.

  “How do you want me?” Mia asked.

  In answer, he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap as he sat on the couch. Masculine chuckles filled the air. She shifted above him, straddling his thighs, so her pussy was over exactly what she wanted to fill it with—his rock hard cock.