Page 35 of Ensnared
“I can’t take these off,” I yelp, suddenly self-conscious. I put my hands to my stomach, curling in on myself. “I don’t want to hurt either one of you.”
Ty takes my hands and lifts first one, then the other to his mouth, kissing my wrists. “I know. But one day, you’ll be able to.”
There’s complete conviction in his voice, and I want to believe him. This is not the time to deal with my issues, though, so I lean forward and kiss him full on the mouth again.
With unhurried movements, he undoes the button on my jeans, and Jack lifts me so they can strip them from me. My panties follow swiftly. I’m caught between the two men. Anticipation builds in the room. If our encounter on the beach was all lust and speed and fun, this seems more deliberate. There’s no rushing, just single-minded intent.
Jack wraps himself around me from behind and brings his hands forward to cup my breasts. They fit perfectly in his large palms, and I can’t help but look, transfixed, as he pinches my nipples between work-roughened fingers. I arch my hips at the sensation, a moan escaping my throat.
“You’re incredible,” Ty groans. His voice is thick with want, his gaze fixed on me. He slides his finger up my thighs, nudging my knees farther apart, and finally, finally dips into my aching core.
I gasp, and he briefly glances up at my face before focusing again on how his finger disappears inside me. He adds another, stretching me, pumping them in and out in a sultry, unhurried rhythm.
My head rolls back against Jack’s chest, and he catches my chin, then kisses me. He tastes different than Ty, of cinnamon and sugar, and I wish I could kiss him forever. I try to move, to speed things up, to chase the pleasure that’s building inside me, but they won’t let me. Jack grips my shoulders while Ty pins down my hips. They play my body, responding to my every gasp and moan, bringing me higher and higher.
Then Ty swipes his thumb over my clit and crooks his fingers inside me. My world explodes in color, pleasure glowing inside me like a star. They take care of me, holding me and whispering delicious, dirty ideas in my ears.
I gasp as I come down from my high—I’m naked and sweaty between them, and they’re still completely clothed. Ty chuckles, though the sound is strained. I move my hips in his lap, testing. Sure enough, he rocks up against me, his hard length pressing into my hip.
“I need you to lose these clothes,” I say, going for a stern teacher voice. “Right now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jack obeys instantly. His t-shirt flies to the floor, and he’s naked so fast, I’m sure he breaks a record for getting undressed.
Ty watches him with half-lidded eyes, slowly stroking a palm over the fly of his jeans. “Fuck, you two look good together.”
I hum and glance over my shoulder at Jack. “We do, don’t we?”
Jack sits on his heels behind me, his knees wide, his long, thick erection straining up. I move back until I feel the length of him nudge at my ass. He hisses and places a possessive hand on my hip.
“Careful,” he says. “You need to tell me what you want, first. I—we need to know.”
I take the hem of Ty’s soft t-shirt and lift it up and over his head. His magnificent chest is now naked, the hard planes of his pectorals lightly dusted with hair. I trace my fingers over his abs, and the muscles jump under my fingertips.
“I want both of you,” I murmur.
It’s a big, bold statement that should tell them enough. I don’t want to have to explain to them what I want, exactly. I’ve imagined it—I’vebeenimagining it ever since I first realized that having them bothat the same timewas a possibility—yet I haven’t ever been with two guys. In college, one boyfriend had suggested anal, and though I’d agreed to try it, it didn’t strike me as particularly spectacular.
But I think it might have been the company I kept at the time, not the act itself, because the thought of having Jack and Ty inside me all at once has me burning up.
I undo Ty’s belt buckle, intent on stripping him out of his jeans.
He covers my hands with his, stopping me. “You want both of us—how?”
I glance up. His gaze dips to my chest, then up to my face again, but I know he’s not going to let this go. He wants me to say it, and so does Jack who has gone completely still behind me.
“At the same time,” I whisper. “You know.”
Jack’s rough exhale sounds more like a groan. “I get to have your pretty ass,” he growls. “Is that what you meant?”
“Yes,” I say, louder this time. “That.”
Ty finally moves his hands and lets me tug off his jeans and boxer briefs. His dick bobs up, and I bend down to lick it without giving him time to think. His hips arch off the bed, and he surges inside my mouth, stretching me so sweetly. I suck on the broad, round head, and I’m only vaguely aware that Jack has moved away from me.
Then the bed dips again, and his palm slides over my ass, caressing. There’s a plastic click, and I glance over my shoulder to find him uncapping a bottle of lube.
“I need to make sure you’re ready,” he mutters, his gaze intent on me. “You just focus on Ty for a minute.”
I do, but it’s hard. He brings slick fingers to my ass and circles my opening, slow, teasing. With gentle care, he pushes against me, and I relax consciously, remembering this part.
