Page 51 of Blind Attraction

Her smile widened and so did Mitchell’s. Ignoring Blake, she placed a kiss on the smooth flesh of Mitchell’s chest and stroked her fingers down his arm, over his waist, and grasped his arousal. He hissed in a breath and thrust into her hold. He continued to pulse in her hand, back and forth, each movement bringing him closer to where she wanted him to be.

“I want you.” He cupped the back of her head with his hand.

“I’m right here. Take me.”

He was on top of her before she finished the words, the heavy weight of his body sinking into her. He thrust between her thighs and his thick cock slid to the entrance of her sex. He did it again and again, his arousal teasing her with gliding strokes through her juices until finally he angled his hips and sunk home.

She gasped and arched her back, the sensation rocking her entire body, his adoration consuming her. Blake groaned from beside them, and she glanced his way, her attention immediately straying to the erection he worked in his hand. He stroked himself with lazy deliberation. Her gaze crept up his tattooed chest, to his face straining with determination, while Mitchell retreated and thrust into her again and again.

Blake’s eyes didn’t focus on her face. They were lower, hovering around her breasts that were now squashed against Mitchell’s chest. She didn’t cower, didn’t suffer an ounce of shame or embarrassment. Instead, she turned back to Mitchell and hitched her legs around his waist, giving him deeper penetration and making the sheet glide further down over their bodies.

He leaned in, kissed her shoulder as he thrust and moved his lips to her ear. “Have you been taken from behind?” His words were low, the volume too quiet for Blake to hear.

She closed her eyes with the mental image of her lying on her stomach while he sunk deep within her core, and shook her head. No. Missionary was all she’d experienced with her former lovers, and those experiences had been sterile compared to the way he’d pleasured her in the same position.

“Let me be the first.” He left a trail of kisses along her shoulder, each press of his lips followed by a thrust of his hips. “I want to show you things no one else has.”

She encircled his neck with her hands and held him close. “Yes.”

He continued to make love to her, his penetrations never faltering. The hard pulse of impending climax started to seep into her core and she released her hold on him, wondering when he was going to turn her over and take her the way he desired.

“Mitchell.” She gripped the headboard trying to ground herself. “I’m close.”

“Ohh, Jesus.” Blake murmured, and she turned her head to find him gripping the base of his cock. His eyes closed. His breathing deep and measured.

Mitchell slid out of her and rose to his knees taking the sheet with him. For a moment she was exposed, entirely on display. Instead of shrinking under the gaze of two fierce men, she used the few seconds to relish the perfection of Mitchell’s body, the daunting size of his arousal, before he grabbed her hip and turned her onto her belly.

She waited for instruction, for him to tell her if she should be on all fours. He didn’t say a word. He moved to lie on top of her, his weight barely registering as he rested on his forearm and guided himself back inside her heat.

“Damn, Allie. You feel good.”

Words escaped her. Her focus firmly concentrated on suppressing her climax. The new position brought a deeper penetration, a more fulfilling pleasure. When his arm grazed her hip, his fingers finding her clit, she had to bite her lip to fight for control.

The sensations were too much. Her nipples against the sheet, his mouth on her neck, his fingers on her clit, his cock in her pussy. She panted, sucking in breath after breath and raised onto her elbows.

Blake groaned. “Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, those are the best breasts I’ve seen in my entire life.”

Alana flipped her head back, her loose hair cascading over her shoulders and no doubt in Mitchell’s face. He growled in her ear, slammed into her hard and brought her straight back to the edge of climax.

Blake’s gaze bore into her, his focus on her eyes, not the feminine part of her anatomy he evidently enjoyed. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyebrows were creased with restraint. “You gotta let me touch.”

“No,” Mitchell growled, reiterating his refusal with a hard slam into her heat.

Blake threw his head back on the pillow and raked a rough hand through the short spiky lengths of his hair. “Come on. Just a touch. Or a taste. You’ve gotta give me something.”

Alana continued to pant, her lungs struggling under the pressure of unyielding stimulation. Mitchell’s fingers lowered from her clit, down to her entrance and squeezed inside her core. She was so deliciously full she had to push her face into the pillows and hold her breath to stop from crying out.

The pressure vanished and Mitchell leaned into her shoulder, stretching toward Blake.

“This is all you get.”

She tilted her head on the pillow and peered over at Blake. The vision sent her over the edge. Her walls clamped down and began to spasm as she watched him lick her juices from two of Mitchell’s fingers. He closed his eyes, moaned, and jerked his cock.

“I’m coming,” she groaned, turning her face back into the softness.

Both men swore.

Mitchell positioned himself back over her, his thrusts matching the convulsions of her sex. Moments later he growled, low and brutal, and followed her into the black abyss of orgasm.

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