American Queen

"Jesus," Embry grinds out. "Jesus, Ash."

But then he's moving my hips harder, helping me fuck Ash while Ash tucks his hands behind his head and watches the two of us work my cunt on his cock like he's watching the evening news.

Embry knows instinctively what I need, not a fast up-and-down but a rolling grind back and forth, and between Ash's hard cock against my womb and the grind of my clit and seeing Ash so aloof and detached and in complete Dominant mode, it doesn't take long before that lust finally knots itself so tightly that it breaks.

"You're getting tighter," Ash remarks, a flicker of interest in his eyes as he looks down at where we're joined. "Are you going to come on me?"

I nod, unable to find words, unable to find the strength to do anything but grab onto the arms of the chair as the climax tears loose inside of me. I grind myself down as far as I can go, feeling Ash's testicles against the cradle of my ass, desperate for that hard presence inside of me, that hard spear piercing right through the epicenter of my need. And Ash, who can read my body better than I can read my own, leans forward and wraps his arms around me, pulling me down onto him as he thrusts up.

Both Embry and Ash are holding me in place as I shudder and quake uncontrollably, holding me pinned against Ash so that there's no escaping the overwhelming pleasure, the vicious waves of heat racing down to my toes and up to the top of my scalp. "Ash," I gasp. "Embry. Oh God. Oh my God."

It's there on Ash's cock, it's everywhere that I have nerve endings, and it holds me tighter even than my men are holding me. And as I come down, I see that Ash's jaw is clenched tight and his eyes bright, and then Embry is reaching underneath us, and I feel him circle Ash's testicles and tug them down.

"Shit," Ash hisses. "Fuck."

But slowly, agonizingly, I feel him relax underneath me, his stomach unknotting and his face losing that taut expression of pain.

"Ouch," he finally says, with a laugh, his laugh jabbing his cock into my still tender cunt. "Thanks for that."

"You deserved it after teasing me about coming early," Embry sniffs.

And then I'm pulled off Ash's cock and swept into his arms. He carries me so easily, his strong arms like steel underneath me. "You aren't going to come?" I ask fuzzily, still dazed from my orgasm.

"Oh, I am, doll. All three of us are going to come again. But that was to warm you up for the real show."

"The real show?" I ask, confused, as he lays me carefully on the bed. And then he climbs in next to me and I feel Embry on my other side, two hot-blooded parentheses surrounding my naked body. "Oh," I say, breathing hard. "I see."

"Yes," Embry says, turning me so that I'm facing Ash. Embry nuzzles the back of my neck. "I told Ash you'd need to come first. We both thought that little scene might set you off nicely."

I blush.

Ash moves closer to me, running a hand from the nip of my waist to the curve of my hip. "Don't be embarrassed, angel. I know exactly how you need to be cherished." And then he pulls my leg up to his hip, opening up my wet pussy. He doesn't enter me though. Instead, he uses my leg to pull me so close that our bodies are completely pressed together, his erection crushed against my belly, my breasts crushed against his chest, and then our lips meet in a scorching kiss.

"My wife," he murmurs against my lips. "My little princess."

His mouth is demanding, needy, and as soon as I think I've adjusted to the sensation of his firm tongue sliding against mine, I feel Embry's mouth on my neck. His cock is pressed against my ass, his hips grinding it into the peach-like skin there, and his hands are everywhere—forcing their way between Ash and me to roughly palm my breast or reaching over my leg to pluck at my clit or spanking my ass with hard, sporadic spanks that made me gasp and grunt into Ash's mouth.

And then the two of them show me the meaning of the word cherish. My hair is coiled around hands and kissed from the ends to the roots. My stomach is caressed and my back is rubbed, my thighs are chafed while my feet and hands are massaged. My lips are gently bitten and kissed by one male mouth while another mouth marks love behind my knees and on the small of my back and behind my ear. My nipples are sucked, both at once, by mouths so soft and warm, and those mouths move to my inner thighs, biting and kissing and nibbling. Those same inner thighs are chafed and teasingly scratched with stubble as the men fight over my pussy, both of them taking turns suckling my clit and tongue-fucking my channel and tracing letters of love across all the wet, swollen flesh. The sight of those heads wrestling for space and impatiently nudging each other out of the way sends my toes curling.

Time disappears, becomes nothing, and there's only them. My men. My husband and his best friend, the President and the Vice President, two ex-soldiers who couldn't help falling in love with each other.

Who couldn't help falling in love with the same woman.

Twice they bring me to the brink of orgasm, and twice they back off, their hands and mouths suddenly preoccupied with sucking my fingers or tugging my hair, and by the time they move back up to their original positions—Embry behind me and Ash in front—I'm squirming and bothered and mindless with need. You could have asked me any question, and I wouldn't have known the answer. The only word I can remember is more.

More

and more

and more…

More hands. More stubble. More quiet grunts and insatiable mouths. I need it all, want it all, will die without it, and it's at that moment that Ash slings my leg back over his hip and brushes his lips across mine.