Page 26 of The Forbidden Trio

“We tailor it to you, baby,” Paul assured her.

“We don’t do anything you don’t want us to,” Noah said. “If it gets to be too much, just tell us. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Just breathe, sugar,” Paul instructed her. “Try not to tighten your muscles—you can take more if you stay relaxed. Christ, you have a beautiful ass. Perfect little heart shape. How have I never spanked this gorgeous ass before?”

She laughed, feeling good, feeling completely cared for by the two men. “I have no idea, but please do it now before I die from the anticipation.”

“I think she’s ready,” Noah said with a chuckle.

“Yeah,” Paul agreed, sliding his fingertips over the plump, slick lips of her sex, making her squirm. “She’s definitely ready.”

She started to squirm, but one of them—Paul, she thought—held her still with a firm hand on the small of her back, and she quieted. Then there was the lovely sensation of hands stroking her buttocks and thighs. She couldn’t tell who was touching her where. It didn’t matter—it wasthem.

Paul.

Noah.

Paul!

She was safe with them. And she wanted this—wanted to experience everything with them.

It began with a gentle tapping against her buttocks, moving down over the backs of her thighs. It grew harder little by little, until she felt that first edge of pain. But every tap, every increasing slap, sent a hot tremor of pleasure reverberating through her body, her sex. Harder, faster, until she was sighing in pleasure.

“More,” she moaned.

Their hands came down harder, stinging her sensitized flesh, and she squirmed, her pussy clenching,needing.

“Please,” she begged. “Someone touch me. God…”

“Ah, baby.” Paul’s voice was thick with desire. “All I want to do is touch you. I need to feel how hot you are in that tight little pussy. I need to feel you clench around me.”

“Yes!” she breathed.

His hand parted her thighs, and he plunged into her wet heat, fingers massaging her clit. The spanking never stopped, her flesh aching, pain and pleasure merging into some indecipherable combination as Paul’s fingers plunged deep inside her, then pulled out, every tiny motion causing new waves of sensation. She was shaking, on the edge of orgasm so quickly it made her head spin. And that clever hand thrust deep into her pussy, his fingers rubbing her hard little clit as Noah spanked her, pausing now and then to caress her hot, sore flesh, creating some lethal combination of pain and pleasure.

The spanking grew harder, the slaps making her ears ring, and she moaned, panting as her climax hit her like a wall of pleasure roaring down on her. Pleasure shafted into her body, shattering her, her brain going blank of all thought as it filled with an overwhelming pleasure. Her pussy clenched, grasping,needing.

More.

“Ah! God, please…”

It was almost too good, nearly too much to take—pleasure and pain and emotion pouring through her in a hot tide. Tears stung her eyes. She didn’t know why. In moments, they turned her over, and both of them held her in their laps, their strong arms around her, stroking her face, her hair.

“Baby. Shh, it’s okay.” Paul’s voice was a warm whisper in her ear, soothing her. Finally, the tears stopped. Her head lay against Paul’s chest, her body mostly in Noah’s lap.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s okay,” Noah said. “Sometimes that sort of hard play opens people up. I think you needed it, Jessie. And I need to say, I’ve been watching you all weekend—watching you and Paul together. I can see how much you feel for him. I know what he feels for you. At least, I think I do. It makes me happy, because you are two amazing people who need to be together. Just the two of you.”

“Noah…” Paul’s voice was low, heavy with some emotion she couldn’t decipher.

She was too wide open right now, too raw to figure anything out.

“No, it’s okay. Am I the only one who sees how much you two love each other? Because from where I sit, it’s obvious as hell. I’m not even sure what I’m doing here—I’m just trying to enjoy the ride, and damn glad I got to be a part of it, because I see how good you are together. And I have to thank you both for allowing me in. But you two? You were meant for each other. I see the love—don’t you?”

She tried to sit up, but Paul held her still, saying quietly, “You’re right. It’s true. I haven’t wanted to risk the friendship, but it’s only because you mean so much to me, Jess. So damn much.” He paused, took a long breath. “Ever since I lost my mom, I haven’t been able to take risks. Sure, I can do a hundred miles an hour on my motorcycle, but taking a risk with my heart? That’s another thing entirely. And Jess… you have my heart. You always have. Maybe some part of me needed you to know that, and that’s why I made this trip happen. I knew it couldn’t be casual sex with you, even if I tried to pretend it could be. Can you forgive me for being such an idiot?”

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