Page 42 of Conflicted
Still panting from the aftershocks, Ruby pushed herself up on one elbow and watched as both men undressed. They balanced her and each other—brooding and dark Nathan a yin to Will’s more lighthearted yang, like a taijitu symbol.
Tears sprang in her eyes when the realization hit. I love them both.
Nathan lifted her into his powerful arms, and she clung to him like a monkey. Already sheathed with a condom, Will settled on the bed at the spot she recently vacated. His cock stood proudly erect from a neatly trimmed nest of dark blond hair.
His jaw rigid, Will nodded at Nathan who lowered Ruby onto the bed and helped her to straddle Will. His hand firmly around the base of his cock and one hand on her hip, Will patiently waited for Ruby to lower herself onto him. She was incredibly wet, and he slid in easily, his piercing sending pleasurable aftershocks as he stroked sensitized tissues inside. When their pelvises touched and they connected in the most intimate way man and woman could, Nathan urged her to lean forward and settle her entire weight onto Will.
Will stroked her back. “Beautiful Ruby, you please us so much. Now let him in.”
Dazed, she watched Nathan squirt the rest of the lube onto his covered-up cock. He was hard and thick and there was no way he was going to fit—especially not with her pussy already crammed with Will’s sizable member inside.
Will shifted his legs to widen her stance and gave Nathan room to move in between them.
Nathan gripped her hip and placed the slick condom covered tip against her puckered hole. “Don’t move.”
Ruby tried not to squirm—she wanted him inside and longed to connect with him too in this intimate encounter—but he was large, and she wasn’t used to the intrusion in both orifices. She tried to relax, and Will crooned, “It’s okay, baby. Let him in. Give your body to us.”
Nathan rocked his hips and edged into her slowly. “Push back, baby girl.”
She trembled and did as he told. So full. Ruby let out a shuddering breath, and the movement allowed Nathan to slide in further.
Will groaned. “I can feel your dick against mine through the membrane.” His words resembled a growl. “The friction is killing me.”
“Hold still,” Nathan gritted as if he spoke through clenched teeth. He pulled back and eased back in, stretching her, until his muscular upper legs were hot against her thighs and the underside of her buttocks. “All in.”
Her ears rang, and Nathan pressed his chest against her back. “Breathe, baby girl.” She pulled in some much-needed air, the shift in her making Will’s cock twitch inside her.
“You’re killing me, baby.”
She pushed her head back and stared at Will’s face. Drops of perspiration formed on his forehead, but when he made eye contact, he winked at her. His playful gesture helped her relax more.
Slowly Ruby adjusted to the double invasion. “I’m fine.”
Nathan tightened his grip on her hips, and Will slid his hands around her waist.
“We’re going to move.”
She didn’t know who said the words, but it didn’t seem to matter when the men started to move. At first, a bit clumsily, but it didn’t take them long to find the perfect rhythm as they alternately surged forward and retreated. Never in her life had Ruby experienced this level of pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” Will ground out.
“I’m close, too,” Nathan admitted, “but we’re not going over without her.”
In a choreographed move, Nathan pulled Ruby against his chest and Will let go of the hold on her sides. Will slid his hand between them and found her clit with the ease of an experienced Dominant and lover.
Her blood roared through her body as each stroke shook her. Nathan bit down on the muscle between her shoulder and neck and shoved in unbelievably deep before the telltale twitching of his cock signaled the surges of pleasure of his release. Will pinched Ruby’s clit between forefinger and thumb and hammered into her from beneath until he came in spurts and let go of her tortured nub. The room turned white for a moment, before her orgasm burst like a kaleidoscope of colors.
Once again Ruby found herself on Bob’s couch—his personal one, not his professional, thank you very much.
Although Ruby scowled into her margarita, this seemed like therapy to her.
Bob’s smile flashed on his bearded face.
“Why are you always laughing at me?”
In his signature gesture, Bob stroked his hand through his beard. She narrowed her eyes at him. “I know what you’re doing, Mister.”
“You’re so cute when you’re mad.” The blasted man had the audacity to ruffle her hair. When she struggled to push up to punch him, her drink sloshed over the salt crusted rim.
