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  Lips latched onto the base of her throat, teeth biting not quite hard enough to break the skin, but with just enough pressure that a mark would surely be present. Mark her, claim her. Was that Ford's intention? Was that Cory's? Likely not in the way she wanted. She couldn't believe how badly she hoped so, how badly she wished it could be. She wasn't supposed to want to be claimed, to be marked in a way that meant total exclusivity, that meant love.

  Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus. She'd let it happen after all. She'd fallen for, not one of these men, but both. Dating them both was supposed to protect her heart, supposed to keep her safe. Instead, she'd given it away again, this time to two men at once. It was possible to love two men at the same time. She knew that for certain now because she felt it, and the tumble this time would be doubly painful when she hit the ground.

  A hand covered her breast. Cory's or Ford's? She couldn't tell. It molded her throbbing orb in its palm and she thrust her chest forward, wanting more of that touch, needing it to wipe away all the other emotions swirling inside her like a tornado intent on destroying everything in its path. All she wanted to do was feel the physical, to enjoy the primal, to revel in the heat, the passion, the sex. Everything else, anything else needed to be pushed aside, better yet, dissipated from her body and mind, leaving behind not a trace of what it had been.

  More hands moved over her body, these bunching up her shirt, gripping the elastic waistband of her stretch pants. Ford's hands, she deduced, given that one of Cory's was still holding the back of her head as he continued to do delicious things to her mouth with his lips, tongue, and teeth. As his other hand, she knew now it had to be his other hand on her breast, worked her breast and nipple until electric sparks shocked at her heart and plunged to her center.

  "Lift your hips, baby, so I can get these off of you."

  She dimly heard Ford's request over the pulsing rush of elation in her ears. She was half sitting, half slouching on the sofa between them. She'd straightened her legs and put her feet on the floor when Cory had joined them. She used the position now to push her lower body off the sofa, managing only enough height to allow Ford a moment to pull her pants and panties off her bottom before losing the strength and falling back to the cushion once more.

  Cory removed her shirt next, breaking their kiss for the short moment it took him to pull her T-shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. Then his mouth was back on hers, his hand finding her breasts, this time to skim to the front clasp of her bra, freeing it before covering the bare flesh of her breast with his large, calloused palm.

  The cushion on her right seemed to inflate as Ford slid off the sofa. She heard a sound she couldn't decipher, and didn't try, because Cory was nibbling at her bottom lip, his tongue grazing over the bite before licking down to her jaw to give it the same treatment. Her head fell back in his palm. A quiet "Mmm" rolled from her parted lips as he tasted her jaw, her neck, back up to her cheek, and then over to her earlobe.

  "Spread your legs for me, Rayne." Ford's voice was dangerously hot, the words acting like flames licking the air to shower her body with burning embers. "I want to see your sweet pussy. I want to see how wet you are. Are you wet for us, my love? Is your pussy slick with juices for me to taste?"

  It was. Oh, God, she burned for his touch, for his mouth, for his tongue to lap at the juices slicking her folds and seeping from between them to moisten her inner thighs. His hands pushed between her thighs, pulling them apart, until she sat with her legs wide open, her pussy bare and exposed. She flushed. The pose, intimate and erotic, made her feel dirty in the most enchanting ways.

  "Are you comfortable?" Cory whispered in her ear then nibbled at the sensitive patch of skin at her hairline, sending slivers of fiery ice down to her toes.

  "I, ah…" What had he asked? His tongue traveled along flesh that rarely saw any attention in her life and her mind short circuited, losing the thread of the conversation. "Oh, that feels good. I, please, Cory."

  "Please what, sweetheart?"

  "I forgot." She sighed blissfully as half her attention vibrated from her head to her core. Hands glided down her thighs as Ford's broad shoulders settled between her legs. A warm breath fluttered over the moist flesh of her pussy lips and she shuddered. "N-no fair."

  "It's absolutely fair." Ford chuckled and captured her sensitized lip in his, rolling and nibbling until she writhed against his face.

  "No, it's, we're supposed to, ah, please, sixty-something, Ford." She wasn't making any sense and she knew it, but how could a woman think, let alone speak coherently when a man was doing such delicious things to her aching center?

  He laughed again, the sound reverberating over her sodden flesh. "Do you want to try that again, sweetheart? I didn't quite understand you."

  "Not a chance." She gave up. Later, she would make him pay for this, but not now. "Do that again. Please." He did, his lips pulling at her folds, massaging and tasting until her mind tripped and tumbled and any thoughts of revenge fled in the sizzling vapors of pleasure.

  "I think she likes that." Cory's mouth moved down the side of her neck, his hand working her breast, kneading and caressing one while the other breast burned for equal attention.

  She did. She liked what they were both doing to her, but that didn't stop the need for more that blazed through her very being. She wanted Cory's mouth on her breast. She wanted Ford's mouth on her pussy. She wanted. "Oh, please. Guys, you're driving me insane!"

  "Really?" Ford pulled back to ask, amusement lacing his tone. "You hear that, Cory? I've always found insanity to be really sexy. How about you?"

  "Definitely."

  "I bet she'll like this more."

  "Stop talking about me like I'm not here and, oh, ah, yes." Whatever she'd been about to say fled her mind and her lips in a barrage of moans and cries as Ford spread her sodden folds with his fingers and delved his tongue deep inside her aching channel.

  A day's worth of stubble covered his chin and cheeks, turning his face into an erotic toy between her legs. The abrasion of that coarse hair to the ultra sensitive inner flesh of her folds sent rapturous pulses shooting through her that were just this side of pain. Rayne struggled for deeper contact, for more. Her hands now on either side of her hips, she braced her body on the sofa cushions and strained to thrust forward onto Ford's face, her chest bowing out with the effort.

  Her effort didn't go unrewarded. Ford's tongue thrust deeper still inside her throbbing channel, her inner muscles convulsively contracting around the wet, warm length of his tongue. Cory, meanwhile, finally found her other breast with his hand. He worked her hardened nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he sucked the other throbbing bud between his lips. They dined on her body, Ford between her legs devouring her pussy with loud slurping strokes as Cory nibbled and indulged on her breasts.

  Head thrown back, she moaned her pleasure, a cry ripping from her lips when one bit or pinched before lightly licking away the enchanting pain. She climbed, the orgasm building in her fast and furious only to drop to a low but persistent hum when one of them paused, purposely allowing her pleasure to ebb. She knew it was on purpose because their devious laughter at her protesting cries gave them away.

  "Damn it, please." She gyrated her pussy on Ford's face, falling captive to the pleasurable pain of those rough whiskers to her aching flesh. She wriggled her chest, pressing her breasts to Cory's hand and mouth. And she begged. She couldn't stand not to, couldn’t stand the stupendous things they did to her, all the while keeping her right on the brink of orgasm, but not allowing her that release. It was torture of the sweetest kind and she swore she would have her revenge. Just as soon as she found enough scruples to concentrate on a thought beyond the pleasure.

  Cory shifted beside her, no doubt searching for a more comfortable position, but the movement had her lifting her head and opening her eyes. He'd gotten to his knees on the sofa and for just a moment—a spectacular light bulb moment for her sex fogged brain—her gaze was nearly level with his
cock. The jeans he wore stretched enticingly over the natural bulge of his cock and she licked her lips, pulling her gaze up to meet his. The green of his eyes had darkened to the color of emeralds and she knew he read her intention in her gaze. Still, she told him just to be sure there was no misunderstanding.

  "Take him out for me." She would do it herself, but she wasn't sure she could manipulate the button of his pants with Ford continuing his feast between her legs. "I want to suck your cock, Cory." She couldn't believe how desperately she wanted to feel his thick, long meat in her mouth. Not that she didn't enjoy giving head. She'd just never experienced a desire this great to give a man that particular pleasure before now. She suddenly felt she might die from the need to close her mouth around his shaft. It was preposterous and yet she would do damned near anything, say just about anything, to get what she wanted.

  Between her legs, Ford's hum vibrated her folds. His teeth nipped her pussy lips as he slowly pulled back enough to speak. "Damn, Rayne, do you know how fucking sexy that sounded. Say it again."

  She grinned, but it was Cory's gaze she kept locked with her own. "I want to suck your cock. I want to feel you hard and long in my mouth. I want to taste you as you come down my throat." She laughed, albeit breathlessly, because he'd freed his cock and had it standing at marvelous attention in her face before she even finished the sentence. "Guess you thought that sounded sexy, too." She angled her head for the most prone position and took his dick in her mouth.

  "Christ! Fucking hell." Ford breathed. "Forget sounding sexy. You should see this. Damn, baby, that's hot."

  "You should feel it," Cory said through clenched teeth. "Her mouth is wicked. God, baby, you're incredible."

  Rayne smiled around Cory's cock as she sucked his length deeper. He tasted fantastic, hard as marble and warm to her soft lips and throat.

  "Don't move, Rayne," Ford told her. "Don't stop."

  She didn't intend to stop, though she thought she might have to pause a moment if he didn't get that skilled mouth of his back between her legs. Her pussy started to weep, the cool air of the room sending goose pimples of desire over her flesh, chilling places she wasn't yet ready to be chilled. A flash of something bright had her opening eyes she hadn't realized she'd closed, and understanding dawned. Ford had her camera. Blast the man! He'd just taken a picture of her with Cory's cock in her mouth.

  The camera flashed again and she pulled back only to be met with the resistance of Cory's hand fisted in her hair. Was he holding her there intentionally or had he become wrapped in his own pleasured sensations and didn't want her to stop? In a split second, she decided it didn't matter. It was her camera. Let Ford take all the pictures he wanted. She'd just delete them when they finished. Besides, she found something kinky and thoroughly arousing about him capturing her sucking Cory's cock on film. Christ. She hadn’t known she possessed a bit of porn star in her. But why the hell not? Her men were obviously enjoying themselves. What was the harm?

  She swallowed as much of Cory's length down her throat as she could just as the camera flashed a third time. She gazed up Cory's front and found him staring down at her, his eyes so dark now, they were nearly jade.

  "You're beautiful," he whispered, the expression of intense pleasure and sheer bliss on his face one she knew she wouldn't forget in a hundred lifetimes. "That feels good, baby. Thank you for this. Ah, God, Rayne, it feels too good."

  "Hang in there, buddy. Don't let go yet. I want to get back in position."

  What position was Ford talking about? Oh, yeah, that one. Rayne sighed a moan of delighted pleasure as Ford's mouth closed over her pussy once more. The vibration of the sound she made had Cory making a groan of his own, his fingers fisting almost painfully in her hair as she pulled back to circle the head of his cock with her tongue. She lapped at the deliciously salty-sweet pre-cum flowing faster from the tiny slit. Between her legs, Ford gave her pussy the same treatment, swiping his tongue over her clit and then dragging it down between her folds in a leisurely slide that had her writhing against him even as she sucked harder on Cory's cock.

  They plunged at the same time, Rayne swallowing all but an inch of Cory's cock down her throat as Ford drove his tongue deep inside her fiery channel. She heard Cory's words of warning through his tightly clenched teeth, felt his balls tighten and his shaft pulse. She couldn’t have stopped even if she'd wanted to. Her own body seemed lost in a skyscraper of needs and pleasures stacking to an ever nearing paradise. It remained just a few clouds away.

  As if sensing how close she was, Ford found her clit with the calloused pad of his thumb as his tongue fucked her channel in deep, brisk thrusts and she wondered if he could taste her heart through her pussy. She exploded in cries and spasms that rocked her body and stole her breath, and then swallowed profusely as Cory shot his seed down the back of her throat.

  Moments that felt like hours later, she drew back, letting Cory's now softening cock fall from her bruised lips. She swallowed again, feeling the remnants of his thick, salty come on the back of her mouth and throat. He sank to the cushion beside her, his arm folding around her shoulders to pull her close. She put a hand on his chest and felt the rapid beat of his heart, knew it was beating in time with hers.

  "You taste good." She let her cheek rest on his chest near her hand, wanting to hear as well as feel the life pumping through him. Dear God, she was in trouble.

  Cory hooked a finger under her chin, tugged her face up, and brushed his lips to hers. "Thank you for that."

  His whisper moved over her like a physical caress, his gaze on her so potent, she felt captured by it, enthralled. Had the man never been given a blow job? Surely that hadn't been his first. Yet, the way he was looking at her, the way his kiss felt as his lips neared hers once more, his tongue sweeping like a warm strip of wet velvet into her mouth, made her wonder.

  He could taste himself in her mouth. She knew he could and yet it didn't stop him from taking the kiss deeper, from licking every taste bud present in her mouth before he slowly eased away. She was breathless again, her heart pounding like a double bass drum in a heavy metal rock band from a place now securely lodged in her throat. Geez, her trouble pond just kept getting deeper.

  Movement between her legs drew her attention from Cory. Ford sat back on his haunches watching them, his whisky eyes drunk with his own desire, his mouth glistening from her orgasm. Inspired, she leaned forward and licked away that moisture before sneaking her tongue into his mouth. He tasted of her and him, a sweet and musky combination that awoke the hunger in her for more. It seemed no matter how much she got of these men, it was never enough. But it had to be enough soon. This couldn't go on. Already, she felt things she had no business feeling for these men, seeing echoing emotions she knew full well to be contrived on her part in their eyes.

  She pulled back from Ford's kiss and spoke against his lips. "You're still dressed." She splayed her hand flat on his chest and let them slide down his rippling muscles. "You didn't come." The thought occurred to her with surprise right on its heels. He'd shown her insurmountable pleasure and had yet to find a release of his own.

  "We'll get to that." He nipped her bottom lip.

  She moaned. "Take off your clothes and we'll get to it now." Yeah, like pleasuring him wouldn't be sheer pleasure for her, as well. So much for selfless actions.

  "Later." His breath fanning her lips. "It can wait." He stood between her legs and unbuttoned his shirt. His actions contradicted his words, but she didn't mind. Already, her pussy was becoming slick with the growing desire to feel him inside her, her mouth dry from the want to taste. Apparently, her body didn't care how it got to experience him as long as it got it soon.

  He shrugged out of the shirt, surprising her again when he draped it over her shoulders and stepped aside. "Put it on," he told her. "I like you in my clothes."

  The shirt smelled of soap, faintly of sweat, and of Ford, a distinctive innate scent she could wallow in for hours. She liked wearing his clothes, too. I
t made her feel sexy, wanted, loved, which was why she couldn’t wear them now. It was Ford who showed an unbelievable amount of selflessness and made her leaving difficult. She had to leave. She couldn't stay. When she'd come over, it hadn't been with intentions to stay in mind, anyway.

  "Ford, I'm sorry." Oh, boy, he didn't know how truly sorry she was. "But I have to go."

  "Where?" He stepped away, moving to the other side of the coffee table, stopping to turn and look at her, one sexy brow raised as he stood in the open area of the floor. Damn it to hell, the man was pure sex personified! Jeans or slacks, shirt or no shirt, freshly combed hair or mussed from wind and fingers, nothing managed to dim his appeal.

  "I have to, um, there are some things I need to do." She fumbled, trying to come up with a believable excuse and drawing a complete blank. "I, uh, I need to…."

  "Come sit with me," Ford finished for her. He lowered himself to sit on the floor, one leg outstretched, the other slightly bent, and patted the floor beside him.

  Unable to resist, Rayne walked to him, slipping her arms into the sleeves of his shirt more out of absent movement than plan. She eased down next to him, sitting on her knees facing him, and placed her hands on her thighs.

  "I thought we could talk for awhile before we…" He finished the sentence with a waggle of his eyebrows and she couldn't help but laugh a little. God, he was freaking cute! He knew it, too. The jerk!

  He wanted to talk. To talk. He sat there with a hard-on so stiff, it was barely contained by the material of his slacks and he wanted to talk. The bottom of her trouble pond washed out and Rayne felt herself drown.

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