She let out a soft moan at the mental image of spending her lunchtimes spit-roasted between the two hunks. That only made his cock grow harder between her lips.
Brad returned from the bathroom. “Holy hell, that’s a hot sight,” he said. He returned to bed and quickly rolled a condom onto his shaft. “Come here and ride me, baby.”
Ellis used her hair to pull her off his cock when she didn’t want to let go. She straddled Brad, pleasure washing over her as his cock filled her pussy.
He made her hold still. “Sit up, baby.”
Ellis knelt behind her. He cupped her breasts and played with her nipples while Brad worked his own form of magick on her clit again. His long, slender fingers skillfully plucked at her swollen nub, driving her closer to release. Just as she thought she was close to coming, he stopped again.
He laughed at her frustrated moan. “Hold on to it, baby. Let Ellis onto the ride.” He pulled her down to his chest and kissed her as behind her, Ellis donned another condom and added lube to her well-fucked ass.
She froze as he pressed the head of his cock against her hole. “You all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Please, fuck me!”
“We will,” Brad said. “Believe me. You’re going to be one well-fucked little witch.”
Ellis took his time, teasing her, slowly thrusting and withdrawing and driving her need even higher. She’d never come this many times in one lovemaking session, or this hard.
I was made for them.
The thought made her shiver. They were perfect for her. No lover’s body had ever felt this good, this right, or made her own body respond like this.
When his thighs were pressed against her ass, Ellis grabbed her hips. “Okay, baby. Make your magick.”
She rose up on her arms, a little shaky now, and slowly started moving. Her swollen clit brushed against Brad with every stroke. Tiny sparks of pleasure fired with every contact, until she found exactly the right angle to get the most pleasure and began rocking back and forth against them in earnest.
“Hold still and let her do it,” Brad murmured beneath her. “Don’t wait on us, baby,” he told her. “You come, we’ll follow.”
She closed her eyes, swirling pleasure taking hold and growing, blooming, filling her body. With her concentration drawing tight and close around her release, she no longer cared what this meant, how they got to this point. All she cared about was the pleasure their bodies had unlocked inside her.
The peace that being with them brought to her soul.
Harder, faster, until she let out another cry and felt her body squeezing their cocks again. Each wave of pleasure pulled her deeper and deeper until her world consisted of nothing but the energy of the three of them making love.
From a long distance, she heard Ellis speak. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”
She moved, not stopping, knowing she wanted them to both get off like this and complete the circle they’d started.
Brad also sounded a long way away. “You beautiful woman,” he said. “Fuck us as long as you need.”
One final explosion impossibly ripped through her. “Do it!” she cried out, knowing her strength waned.
Together the men moved, their cocks fucking her hard and fast as they caught up and once again added their releases to hers. Their cries mixed with hers, their energy and hers flowing through her as she felt white heat flash through her spirit.
Spent, they all collapsed again, this time without managing to squash Brad in the process.
“Oh, man!” Ellis breathed against the nape of her neck. “That was…” He didn’t finish.
“That was the best two orgasms of my life,” Brad said. “Ever.”
“Ever,” Ellis echoed.”
Mandaline didn’t open her eyes. She snuggled between them, enjoying the feel of their cocks softening inside her. “Ever,” she agreed.
Chapter Twenty-One
There wasn’t enough room for all three of them in the shower. Brad made an executive decision. “I’ll go start coffee and walk Pers,” he said after kissing her. “You two get in the shower. And I’m noting that our master bath will have a huge-ass shower, as well as a soaking tub large enough for three.”
Ellis smiled down at her and pulled her to him for one more kiss. “I guess we’re not two bachelors anymore,” he said.
She draped her arms around him, loving the feel of his body against hers. “Nope.”
“Last chance to back out.”
She let out a laugh. “That would be hell no. If not for my own reasons, for the fact that Sachi would turn her skeet gun on me in total frustration.”
Ellis had already eaten, dressed, and left for the office when Brad grabbed his shower. Mandaline had dressed and was heading downstairs when she heard the back door open.
Sachi frowned when she spotted Mandaline. Then she froze, a beaming grin spreading across her cheeks as she let out an ear-piercing squee and rushed Mandaline. She dropped her purse and threw her arms around Mandaline, practically knocking them both to the ground as she jumped up and down.
“Oh my Goddess! You finally got off your ass and did it! Oh my Goddess! I’m so happy for you! Where are those boys? I want to hug them!”
Mandaline finally untangled herself from her ebullient friend. “Yes, I got laid. I’m glad you’re happy. Ellis already left for work and Brad’s in the shower. Can we please not make a big deal about this in front of everyone?”
Sachi put on an atomic-powered pout. “Aww. That means I have to cancel the ‘Mandaline Got Laid’ cake?”
Mandaline rolled her eyes. “I’ll let you make me a cup of cappuccino. How’s that sound?”
Sachi grinned. “Deal. “
Ellis found himself having trouble getting into his morning routine. And not because he’d finally gotten laid for the first time in too long.
Only moments before Mandaline awoke and rolled on top of him, he’d awoken from a disturbing dream.
Making love to Mandaline had definitely been a great way to get the dream out of his head, for a while. This dream had been so vivid, felt so real that he’d expected to open his eyes and find himself in his own bedroom at the house.
In his dream, Julie was alive. She went to his closet and without a word, somehow opened his gun safe and brought out his gun.
She’d held it up with both hands, a stern expression on her face. “Keep it close.”
“Why?”
She nodded toward his bed. “Believe.”
He’d turned to see an over-under shotgun lying on his bed. A gun he’d never seen before.
“I don’t understand.” But when he’d turned back to her, she was gone. And so was the shotgun on his bed.
That was when he’d woke up.
Fortunately, making love to Mandaline pushed all that right out of his brain. Now that it was back, however, he couldn’t quit thinking about it.
Mandaline had returned from picking up their daily order from Libbie’s bakery. There were customers in the store, but none at the counter.
“I had another dream,” she softly admitted to Sachi. “This morning. Right before I woke up.”
“What?”
“About Julie. I think I know why Carl was really here.” As she told Sachi the details, her friend’s face grew hard and stony.
“Boy, would I love to get that asshole alone for a few minutes.”
“Don’t tell the guys.”
“Why not? Sic your legal beagle on the assholes.”
“Because I don’t have any proof. I go in front of a judge and say that I found out because of a dream, then it definitely will get plastered all over the tabloids.”