Page 74 of Beneath the Flames
“Shall we begin?” Sir asked him.
Brie felt butterflies as both men silently undressed her. The two covered her in kisses as they removed each piece of clothing, leaving her naked and trembling with desire once they were done.
“I have longed to touch you again,” Rytsar growled, grazing her pussy with his fingers.
Sir kept her captivated by his sensual kisses and teased her with his tongue. When Rytsar began vigorously rubbing her sensitive clit, she moaned, swaying unsteadily on her feet. She squealed in surprise when Rytsar suddenly swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed.
Brie looked up at both men as she lay there, craving a deeper connection with each of them. Holding her hands out to both, she begged, “Lay with me.”
With ravenous looks of desire, the two men undressed in front of her. Brie openly stared at their bodies. She admired Rytsar’s muscular body, covered in old scars, and his signature dragon tattoo with the smoke swirling from its mouth that had been artfully added to spell out the words“radost moya”.
Her gaze then drifted to Sir’s masculine body. She loved the dark hair that not only covered his toned chest and powerful thighs but framed his rigid shaft. Of all the men she’d ever seen, Sir’s cock was the most handsome of all.
“Radost moya, let your men love you,” Rytsar murmured huskily, joining her on the bed and claiming her lips while Sir positioned himself between her legs.
Brie closed her eyes, her heart bursting with love asthey pleased and teased her body. Thoroughly enjoying their dual attention, she ran her hands over Rytsar’s muscular back.
Stiffening, her breath suddenly caught. “Wait!”
Both men pulled away from her with concern in their eyes.
She frowned at Rytsar. “What happened?”
He chuckled and reached back to rub the hard ridge of stitches. “It’s nothing.”
“What is Brie talking about?” Sir demanded.
Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Rytsar twisted his torso to show Sir his injury and stated, “It’s just a scratch.”
“That’s no scratch,” Sir growled. “It looks like a stab wound.”
Brie sat up to look at the wound more closely. Tracing the line of ugly black stitches, she cried, “Did Lilly do this?”
“Stop,” Rytsar barked at both of them. “I’m fine.”
Looking at Brie, he assured her, “I was never in danger.”
“This looks dangerous to me,” she protested as she stared at the wound.
“We will speak about it later,” he insisted, his command harsh.
Rytsar sighed deeply and turned to Sir. “Thisis what I need right now, brother.”
Sir looked at him with concern but, after several seconds, he nodded. “So be it, Anton.”
“Good,” Rytsar proclaimed in satisfaction.
Gazing deep into Brie’s eyes, Rytsar said the onething that could melt away all of her defenses. “Make love to your warrior.”
Responding to his need, Brie momentarily pushed her concern for him to the side and obeyed. Lying back down, she grasped his cock and gave it a light kiss before taking it into her mouth. She looked up at him lovingly as she encased the head of it with her lips.
Rytsar watched her, groaning in pleasure as she slowly took his length into her mouth. Letting out a low growl, he grabbed her head and guided her to take even more of his shaft.
Brie consciously relaxed her throat so she could take him deeper. When the Russian grunted in satisfaction, Brie felt tingles race through her. Encouraged by his response, she took her time lavishing her love on his cock. Soon, however, her thighs began to shake uncontrollably as Sir skillfully caressed her G-spot, coaxing an orgasm from her.
Turned on by the sounds of her wet excitement, Rytsar growled hungrily, “I must claim you,radost moya.”
She and Sir were now painfully aware of Rytsar’s wound. As a result, Sir lay down on the bed and pulled Brie on top of him, so she was straddling his pelvis. “I want to feel that wet pussy covering my shaft, téa.”
