N. Walters - Strands of Love

She squirmed and he banded his arm around her waist to keep her immobile. “Not yet,” he managed to get out. “I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”

Sam made another one of those inarticulate sounds that tightened his sac. Her breathing was labored, her breath warm on his neck. “I have to move.”

Darian moved in behind her and held her hips in his hands. Both men lifted her and slowly lowered her over Jace’s cock. The ache in his balls increased and his shaft throbbed. Jace captured her mouth and kissed her.

Sam was floating in a sea of pleasure. She’d already had one orgasm thanks to Jace’s clever mouth and fingers. He was always intense, but seemed to be even more so tonight. She knew he felt the ticking of the clock as much as she did.

Jace kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with everything she had inside her. His tongue tangled with hers, dueling and retreating. She couldn’t let him go and followed until it was her tasting his mouth.

Jace’s cock filled her, stretching her until it hurt, but in a deliciously good way. His hands grasped her waist as he moved her up and down his thick shaft. Then Darian was behind her, his cock pressed against her back, his hands on her hips as he helped lift her up and down his brother’s erection.

Sandwiched between two men, two hard, aroused bodies sent her libido through the rooftop. Sam couldn’t get enough of them.

She broke off her kiss with Jace and peppered his hard, stubbled jaw with butterfly kisses. Her nipples ached so she rubbed them against his taut, smooth chest. Her heart was pounding, but so was his. She could feel it thunder against her each time she pressed against him.

Darian chose that moment to nip her nape, making her jump. The motion seated her even harder on Jace’s erection. Pleasure rocked her, intense and all consuming.

Her skin was slick, her breasts heavy. Between her thighs, she could feel the pressure building again. “Harder,” she gasped.

Both men quickened their pace, lifting and lowering her faster and harder, pushing Jace’s cock deeper and deeper. The telltale ripple rushed through her and then she was coming. Her pussy milked his cock and she heard Jace yell. His big body jerked against her and warmth flooded her as he found release.

Darian was breathing heavily against her neck, his cock pressed hard against her back, rubbing her spine. He yelled her name and a hot splash hit her skin. Darian wrapped his arms around her, anchoring his hands on his brother’s shoulders.

Another spasm rocked Sam. A second, smaller orgasm left her breathless and clinging to Jace. Not that she needed to hold on to anyone. Both brothers were wrapped so tight around her it was impossible to tell whose breath she felt on her shoulder.

Jace cupped her face and kissed her. It was an impossibly sweet embrace that made her feel cherished and cared for. Even loved.

“Thank you.” The low rumble of his voice sent another shiver down her spine. She shuddered, her pussy automatically clenching his cock. Jace gave a rough laugh and hugged her.

Darian moved first. He climbed off the bed and she heard him walking away. Water ran in the distance and then he was back with a wet towel, washing the evidence of his orgasm from her back.

When he was done, Darian lifted her off Jace, who was still surprisingly hard. He laid her on the bed and washed between her legs before tossing the damp towel onto the floor. “How do you feel?” Darian asked.

“Mmm,” was the most she could manage.

He smiled at her. “That good?”

“Better.”

Jace stretched out beside her and she rolled onto her side to study him. His shoulders were massive, his biceps thick even when he was at rest. These weren’t muscles built in a gym, but through hard work and training, which made them all the sexier to her.

There was something about a man who wasn’t afraid of hard work, of sweating from the exertion of honest labor that really turned her crank.

She flattened her palms against his chest. Muscles rippled beneath her fingers and his cock flexed against her belly. “You can’t be serious,” Sam said as she slid one hand down and gripped his thickening shaft.

Jace shrugged his wide shoulders. “You have that effect on me.”

Sam licked her lips, wanting to taste him. Now that the edge was gone there wasn’t such a sense of urgency. She wanted to play.

She might never have another chance.

The black cloud of the tapestry threatened to push aside her sensual pleasure, but she hung onto it, not wanting to ruin their final night together.

She pushed against Jace’s chest and he rolled onto his back at her prompting. Sam rolled onto her knees between the two men and raised an eyebrow at Darian. He grinned at her and rolled onto his back.

Had any woman ever had such incredible specimens of manhood laid out before her? The other tapestry women. The tapestry brides . The insidious whisper came from out of nowhere, but it was right. The other women who’d stayed in Javara probably experienced the same thing every night.

But their men weren’t as sexy or fine as hers. They couldn’t be.

Hers. They weren’t hers. Not unless she returned with them.

Confusion and anger warred with sexual desire. For tonight, desire won and she wrapped a hand around Jace’s cock, then the other around Darian’s, loving the way the hot flesh jumped against her palm.

“Harder,” Darian prompted.

She shook her head and slowly slid her hand from the root all the way to the flared head. “I want to take my time and touch.” She stroked all the way back down to each man’s balls. “Taste.”

She released Darian, leaned down and drew her tongue around the broad head of Jace’s cock. His entire body tensed, his abs tightening until she could have bounced a quarter on them.

Pre-come seeped from the tip and she lapped it up, enjoying the musky flavor. Jace smelled all male—soap, warm flesh, sweat and sex. Totally yummy.

Jace growled, the sound primal and arousing. She leaned down and rubbed one of her breasts over the rough hair of his thigh, making a little humming sound of pleasure at the contact. The vibration went through the head of Jace’s cock and he moaned.

Thick fingers tunneled through her hair and he nudged her head downward. She laughed and obliged, opening her mouth and taking his shaft deep, stopping only when the head pressed against the back of her throat. She swallowed and Jace yelled her name.

Sam felt more alive than she had in her life. Every second seemed longer. Every sense she possessed seemed heightened, from the perfume of sex that seemed to surround them, to the sound of Jace’s sigh of pleasure and the salty taste of him in her mouth.

Her skin tingled and her pussy pulsed in time with Jace’s cock.

A quick glance at Darian assured her he was enjoying the show. He had his large hand wrapped around his cock, pumping lazily as he watched her pleasure Jace with her mouth.

Sam turned her attention back to Jace, wanting him to understand how special he was to her. She swallowed again, sucking the head hard to bring him maximum pleasure.

She slid his cock almost all the way out of her mouth, circling the tip with her tongue before taking him deep. With her hand wrapped around the base, she controlled each stroke. She squeezed and sucked and licked, enjoying watching him squirm with pleasure.

Jace’s hips arched upward on each down stroke. “More. Take all of me.” His tortured whisper almost broke her heart. He meant more than simply her taking more of his cock into her mouth. He wanted her to accept him and his home. He didn’t have to say it. She felt it in her bones and knew it in her heart.