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  "Only one." That she was willing to put voice to in any case.

  "Care to share it with us?" Cory asked, drawing her attention away from Ford's all too knowing, too consuming gaze.

  "Looking forward to it." And that was putting it mildly. She let herself look at him. Through the view finder of her camera, his partially clothed body had been disconcerting, but to the naked eye.... Yes, naked was definitely the operative word. "You're gorgeous." She breathed and met his gaze. They both were, all hard, toned muscles, rigid lines, and enormous cock. There wasn't an ounce of fat on either of them.

  "I think that's supposed to be our line." He climbed onto the bed, walking to her on his knees, stopping when his thighs touched hers.

  Skin-to-skin, yes, she wanted exactly that. Well, for starters. His cock lay between their bodies, flush against his stomach and hers like an exclamation point to everything else she wanted, all her body needed.

  He gazed down at her with a softness in his eyes that made her breath catch in her throat. He touched her cheek, skimming his knuckles along her cheekbone before cupping her face in his large palm. "I'm fucking crazy about you."

  Cory kissed her. That might have been the only thing that kept her on the bed. Alarm horns blasted through her head. She knew she should heed their warning and put on the brakes right here and now. But Cory kissed her and his lips were soft, his tongue warm as it swept between her parted lips. She could only sigh and kiss him back.

  She wound her arms around his broad shoulders, simultaneously rising higher on her knees and pulling his head down to deepen the kiss. His arms came around her, snaking around her waist and dragging her close. Even air had an impossible time getting between them.

  Absently, Rayne registered the shift of the bed at her side. Fingers dipped beneath her hair, pushed it aside, and then lips were on her back, cascading wet trails along her shoulders, her neck. The hands moved to her sides, curling around her just below her breasts and drawing her slowly back.

  They eased backward in a molded heap, Ford on the bottom, his legs spread to accommodate Rayne's body and Cory's on top of her. Ford retained enough position to fold himself over her, to reach her neck, the upper curve of her shoulder, her ear with fiery kisses that singed her flesh even as it cooled.

  Cory's mouth left hers on a low, guttural moan to lick down her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, even as he shifted to reposition himself. His weight was a welcomed pressure on top of her, his hips spreading her legs wide, his hard cock teasing her sodden entrance. She wanted to beg, even opened her mouth to get started. Forget dignity. It was way overrated anyway. She couldn't take anymore teasing. The foreplay drove her mad. Her body had boarded a plane on a non-stop flight to Hormonal Happy Land and she would be damned if she didn't make sure it landed safely and immediately.

  She didn't have to be damned. Before she could make a move or utter a sound, Cory slid his cock inside her. “Condom?” The word was more a question than statement and left her on a sighed breath of ecstatic pleasure.

  “It’s on.” Cory grunted.

  “Sweet.” When had he done that? She didn’t know and didn’t care. She breathed another sigh and let herself fall victim to the wondrous splendor of him.

  He took her slow, easing each rock hard inch into her soaking channel, finessing his way inside. His cock was long and wide, stretching her, filling her with such glorious completion, all she could do was let her head fall back on Ford's chest and sigh.

  "Yesss." She hissed the word like a snake, drawing out the ‘s’ as Cory drew out that first pleasure of initial penetration for what felt like amazing, body droning hours. She wished it could've lasted for hours.

  Cory buried his face in the side of her neck. "God, you feel good." He'd stopped, his cock sheathed inside her channel until the bases of their bodies met. His breathing was labored and his heart beat in a wild cacophony against her breasts. "Hang on, Rayne. Hold on, baby."

  Hang on? Not a chance. Hold on? She would absolutely hold on. She reached down his back to his buttocks, gripped them, and squeezed. His ass was as firm as the rest of him. She lifted her hips the smallest fraction she was able with him pinning her to the bed, to Ford's body, as he was. That small movement was enough to drive his dick another full inch inside her throbbing core. Christ. How long was his cock and exactly how deep could she take him before her body rejected it?

  Cory's head came up even as an animalistic growl rumbled from his throat. "Ford." Was that a warning, question, or order? Rayne couldn't tell until the other man shook beneath her.

  "I've got her." Laughter rang in the words, the reason for the shaking no doubt, and Ford's warm hands glided over her body to the juncture where her thighs and hips connected. He held her down.

  Damn.

  "I thought I was the one who went for the bondage play."

  "You've been inside her," Cory ground through his teeth. "Tell me you didn't have a problem keeping from coming when she moved like that."

  "Nope, can't do it, bro. I had to hold her still, too."

  He might have been holding her still now, but that didn't mean she couldn't move. Rayne stared at Cory and flexed the muscles of her channel around his shaft. His eyes glazed over and his body actually shook with the sound he made. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. Then forgot all about laughing when he eased his hips back, drawing his cock out several inches before thrusting back inside.

  "Ah, God, yes." The words sounded wrenched from her as his cock slid home and stopped once more. Her fingers dug into his ass and she lifted her hips, testing Ford's hold. It was solid and unyielding.

  "Do that again, sweetheart, and I'll go off like a rocket," Cory warned her, his tone huskier than she'd ever heard him. "I'm not ready to do that yet."

  "Sorry." She sounded anything but. "You're inside me, you're talking about me, yet I was feeling a bit neglected here."

  "Then I should be the one to apologize." He pulled back again, far enough this time that only the head of his cock remained inside her before he inched back in. "Are you still feeling neglected?"

  His words were as labored as her breath and she barely heard them through the riot of invigorating charges shooting through her system. Slow. Tender. Damn it! How could she make him go faster? She was hovering in that plane at an astounding altitude over Release Island, and when he pushed his way inside her to the hilt at a pace slow enough to have her hormones stumbling and tripping over his cock, she forgot all about smooth landings. She wanted to crash. Now!

  "No, I believe…I feel like I'm…the center of attention…nowww." The last word turned to something oddly resembling a growl as he rocked her, gyrated inside her, the base of his body rubbing her swollen clit. His coarse pubic hairs abraded her tender flesh in a delicious chafe that had turbulence catching her plane and making it jostle in violent plunges. Still, she remained airborne.

  "Cory." She caressed his butt cheek with one hand, and then dug her fingers in hard for a quick squeeze.

  "Hmmm, zh." He sucked air through his teeth.

  "Those other two orgasms you gave me," she began and then took a moment to simply moan because, oh, God, even with his slow measured pace, it felt way too good. "They were faulty. You have to be inside me, oh, yeah, like that, for them to work properly."

  Her words had the opposite effect of what she intended. He stopped, this time only half inside her and looked down at her with a wide, boyish grin that teased her as much as his cock. She felt Ford shift behind her, and then he was peering over her shoulder, one sexy brow raised.

  "Two? Somehow I missed the first one."

  "So did I" Cory was apparently finding it difficult to speak and keep with his torturous rhythm at the same time. Good, because his torture tactics could teach the best terrorist leader in every country a thing or two.

  "The first was an almost case, but given how close it came, I figured it counted. Ooo, oh, right there. Do that again." His cock angled in her channel, brushing her womb and sending
sweet pressured darts ricocheting up her insides.

  "Ah, the almost brush outside in the hallway the night we met. Hell, Rayne, I nearly came that night." He pushed a little harder, though his tempo remained slow and steady.

  She lost her ability to speak, think, even breathe for a half a heartbeat. Jumping jellybeans, could the man go forever at this pace? She hoped so even as badly as she prayed not.

  "He left Sunshine to chaperone in his place that night," Cory grunted. Did nothing make the man lose his rhythm?

  "You nearly gave her a fully clothed orgasm outside the apartment door with the dog watching?" Amusement rang in Ford's voice. He was obviously holding back a laugh.

  "He did." And it had been exquisite. That delicious climb of every sensual point inside her as his hands had touched her, his mouth explored her, and the stiffness of his thigh to her center, oh yeah.

  "Dude, you are the man."

  Cory's lips quirked, a break in the intense concentration etching his expression that lasted only seconds.

  "Thing is…" Rayne started but faltered because for that one thrust, he had lost his pace and shoved his cock inside her faster than he had been. "Oh, yes! The thing is, Sunshine's not here now."

  Cory's gaze locked with hers. Yeah, he knew what she meant. There was no dog present this time to jerk on the leash and interrupt his climax. He'd been close that night, too. She loved hearing that. She knew this snail's paced dance he did was his way of keeping himself from….How had he put it? Oh, yeah, going off like a rocket. Well, damn it, she was ready for his rocket to knock her plane out of the sky.

  "Tell him what you want, Rayne," Ford whispered in her ear, but not so low that Cory didn't hear, too. His gaze flicked to Ford's with a wash of don't-do-that-to-me swirling in his eyes and she knew. Ah ha. That was what it took to break his rhythm.

  "I want you, Cory," she told him breathlessly ignoring the twist in her chest that spoke of a far different meaning behind those words than merely wanting his body.

  "Be more specific, baby," Ford instructed. "Tell him exactly what you want. Talk dirty. I know you've got it in you."

  She had Cory's marvelous cock inside her and, yeah, if anything could give her the wherewithal to talk dirty, that was it. She swallowed, her mouth feeling oddly wet and dry at the same time, then licked her lips. He watched her, hungry anticipation and pleading mixed with intense concentration in the set of his lickable jaw. She couldn't manage the scruples to lick that jaw with the climbing sensations of bliss gathering inside her. She touched it instead, tracing it with her fingertip.

  "Fuck me, Cory." There was just enough sultry demand in her whisper to have the hunger taking paramount possession of his expression. "I want your cock deep inside me. I want you to slam it inside me hard and fast, and oh!"

  Mission accomplished, almost too well. He pulled back, nearly withdrawing completely from her body and rammed his dick into her in a single, deep, vicious thrust that had her clawing for purchase and screaming his name.

  "Cory! Oh, yes, yes!" He rocked her, pounding inside her with a speed and gusto that exhibited his loss of control, and she reveled in it even as her body began to crash and convulse around him, beneath him, in Ford's arms.

  "Christ, that almost made me come," Ford muttered.

  Rayne slowly opened her eyes. When had they closed on her? It must have been in the throes of that plane crashing into Orgasmic Mountain. She met Cory's sated gaze. "Listen to Mr. Comic Relief."

  Cory smiled and brushed a kiss to her lips. His heart was pounding wildly. She felt it beating against her chest in time with her own heart. He pushed himself up, his chest hair brushing her sensitive nipples. They actually tingled in response. No way could they be ready to go again after that.

  "He has his moments. Did I hurt you?"

  Rayne cocked her head. It was about the only movement she had the strength to make. She might have slapped him otherwise, playfully, of course. "That better be another double entendre. You know, where the second meaning is something like, ‘Did that feel as good to you as it did to me?’ Jumping jellybeans! I'm surprised the top of my head is still on after that!"

  Cory chuckled and kissed her again. "You are incredible."

  If he kept saying things like that to her not only might she start to believe him, but she might start thinking he meant far more with those flattering endearments than he did. No way could he mean….

  "I can finish taking your head off if you're up for it."

  Ford's huskily spoken offer cut off her thoughts. She tipped her head back. He was up for it. She felt that much resting long and thick at her back. Those liquid eyes boiled hot, too, and her nipples throbbed, stinging as if they'd been dipped in that scalding abyss. She felt flabbergasted by the realization, but she was up for it. Her core hummed with a confused mix of satisfaction from Cory's pleasure and anticipation to feel Ford inside her again. Christ! When had she become such a nymphomaniac and somebody please tell her it was a permanent change.

  Cory pulled back and shifted from between her legs. His cock slid out of her, leaving her pussy with a decided emptiness she wanted desperately to fill.

  With arms and legs resembling Jell-O, Rayne wiggled to her knees and turned between Ford's legs to face him. Her gaze dropped to his cock standing erect and thick from his body and she started to salivate. She licked her lips.

  "Oh, no." Ford tore the foil wrapped condom that seemed to materialize out of nowhere open with his teeth. "Not until we can sixty-nine it. Your rule, remember?" He sheathed himself and reached for her.

  "Damn." She sighed, though not in frustration, because either way she about to be satisfied again. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from vowing, "Next time, we do the number thing," as she tossed a leg over his, straddled his groin, and impaled herself.

  Yes, that was her moaning loudly enough to drown out any reciprocal groan Ford made as she took his cock inside her channel in one fluid, measured plunge. His cock wasn't as long as Cory's, but it was almost impossibly wide. Her body remembered him, too, stretching with little coaxing to accommodate his wide girth. Despite the ease with which she took him, the sensations of his shaft gliding along the semi-wet walls of her core sent her pulse peaking in spasms and her mind on a whirlwind of pleasure riding tornados.

  "Christ, I missed that," he growled and threw his head back as his hips bucked to meet her body, to piston his dick fantastically deep in her channel. "I won't last long, baby. I'm sorry for that because, God, you feel amazing. Too amazing." He gritted his teeth and slid his hands down her sides, found her hands, and held them behind her back.

  Rayne's body arched as she dug her knees into the mattress on either side of his hips and rode his cock with a speed and fervor she hadn't been able to do in the front seat of her car. The knowledge that he was so hot for her that she had him hanging on by sheer will alone felt exhilarating, as did the way he'd managed to bind her. He held both her wrists securely in one of his hands now as he used the other to cup her fiery breast.

  Then she felt more heat at her back, a different hand on her wrists, and Ford was using both of his to work her breasts. He drew one into his mouth to suck as their bodies slammed together.

  "Ride him hard, Rayne. He likes it hard and fast." Cory held her from behind, but the way he had her hands in one of his, his other hand on her waist, aided her motion.

  She liked it hard and fast too, and with Cory's help at her back, she got exactly that. Ford's cock rammed his cock inside her hard, harder, hardest. His lips, tongue, and teeth worked her breast and nipples while a continued stream of white-hot electricity surged to her pussy. The sensation was so intense, it ruled her every muscle, every thought, every breath.

  "Ford, oh, Ford, I'm going to, yes!" She came loud and violently, riding his cock for all it was worth as spasms racked her body and everything around her vanished in a deafening silence of exquisite, sexual elation.

  Sated, boneless, her forehead fell to Ford's shoulder and only then d
id she dimly register Cory letting go of her hands, of Ford caressing her back with the flat of his hand as he labored to catch his breath after his own apparent, explosive release.

  "Christ on a pogo stick," she managed on a breathy laugh sometime later, when her pulse finally slowed to a gallop and her muscles began to solidify. "You guys are going to kill me! Death by incredible sex, news at eleven."

  "No." Ford kissed the top of her head. "We're going to show you insurmountable pleasure."

  "Our own private news at eleven," Cory chimed in, sounding distant at first. Each word got a bit louder until the bed shifted and Rayne realized he'd left at some point and was now returning.

  "Let me up, sweetheart." Ford skimmed his hands down her arms then caught her waist and lifted her effortlessly off him, planting her on her stomach on the cool satin sheets. "I need to get rid of this condom and Cory needs to clean you."

  Clean her? On the brink of sleep brought on by unspeakable pleasure and sexual relief, Rayne let her body splay limp exactly as she landed when Ford put her there. She ignored the tickle of fiery excitement that flittered through her center when large hands moved over the back of her thighs, dipped between them, and pushed them to spread. Her body might think itself ready to go again, but no way could she do it. She'd turned to putty, goo, a seemingly solid mass of liquid flesh. Something warm and soft eased over her sensitized pussy lips, pulling a moan from her throat. A washcloth, she realized, wet and soothing, and welcomed.

  "Shhh, sleep, sweetheart." Cory's voice was as relaxing as the tender way he washed her between her legs.

  "Stay with me," she mumbled, sleep already but a mere heartbeat away. "Ford, too."

  "We aren't going anywhere," Ford promised.

  "Should probably call…" she began, but whoever she should call fell from her lips and her mind as she drifted into the fathomless contentment of a deeply sated sleep.

  Chapter Seven