It's a Sweet Life

Chapter Eleven

Libbie examined the trays of treats laid out on the work tables after they closed the shop on Halloween afternoon. With Charles and Ken helping, they had the cookies decorated, bagged, and each one tagged with an It’s a Sweet Life business card tied to each little bag with an orange ribbon in plenty of time. She took a deep breath and realized she could relax, unlike the previous year, where she’d nearly been in frantic tears and still decorating cookies on Halloween morning.

They’ve been a huge help.

She went upstairs to take a hot shower and change clothes. The men had remained mum about their costumes, as had she. It amazed her how, in just a little over two weeks, the men had become such a large part of her life. They ate together almost every night, either in her apartment or theirs.

Not to mention Galileo had taken to Ken as well as he had to Charles.

Definitely another point in their favor.

Mandaline had eased up a little on her teasing over the past few days, but she still left Libbie’s shop every morning after reminding her to wish big and dream hard.

Libbie closed her eyes as the hot water sluiced over her body.

Fortunately, the weather had warmed up, which did help somewhat with her pain levels. Unfortunately, the change in barometric pressure negated some of those gains.

Come on, April. The weather would be consistently warm then, making her life much more comfortable.

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Still, as he pictured the men in her mind, she saw no harm in wishing. I wish those two men were big and hard in my bed. Hell, even if it was only in her vibratory fantasies, she’d take it.

Allan stared in the mirror as he fussed with his outfit and made sure the lines were straight. “Are you almost ready?” he called out to Ben.

“Almost.”

He turned when Ben stepped into the bedroom doorway. “How do I look?” Ben asked.

Ben had refused help and settled on a generic black vampire cape from a discount store, along with fake plastic vampire fangs. Allan successfully held back the snort. He didn’t want to hurt Ben’s feelings, but Ben was the dorkiest non-sparkly vampire he’d ever seen.

More importantly, he didn’t want Ben to back out of helping Libbie. “You look great.”

“I feel stupid,” Ben rumbled. “I had enough of disguises working undercover.”

Allan gentled his tone. “You look fine. Let’s get downstairs and help before Libbie tries to set up on her own.”

“What are you, anyway?” Ben asked as he followed Allan to the front door. “That’s the weirdest-looking zebra getup I’ve ever seen.”

Allan had spent a day online searching for the zentai suit with vertical black and white stripes. He’d used one of their prepaid credit cards to order it, and had it shipped overnight to Many Blessings, where he picked it up. “I’m not a zebra. I’m the Doppler effect.”

Ben blinked. Allan watched as he tried to process that. “The what?”

“You don’t watch The Big Bang Theory, do you?” Allan asked.

Now he got the arched eyebrow. “The what?”

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“It’s a TV show. Never mind.” He opened the door and headed down the hall toward the stairs leading to the bakery.

All I care about is that Libbie will like it. If he was lucky, maybe it would make her smile and take the pain away from her sweet face for a few moments.

If he was really lucky, maybe she would laugh for him.

Libbie examined herself one more time in the downstairs bathroom mirror. This is stupid. I look ridiculous. Why did I let Mandaline talk me into wearing this?

The gauzy, short, low-cut peasant-style blouse emphasized the deep valley created with the help of the black sequined push-up bra underneath, giving her natural B-cups an artificial boost. The beautiful embroidered silk scarf in tones of turquoise and gold wrapped around her hair looked gorgeous.

Too gorgeous for me.

The layered, handkerchief skirt swirled around her ankles with every movement. At least it was warm out tonight, or she wouldn’t have been able to wear the skimpy outfit.

The large hoop earrings, jingling bells on her ankle bracelet, and flat, strappy sandals completed her gypsy fortune-teller costume.

She turned at a noise behind her to find Ken and Charles standing there. She wondered about the look of surprise that flitted across Ken’s face before he schooled it back to his usual stonewall expression.

Charles, on the other hand, looked delighted.

He gently grabbed her hands in his and held her arms out so he could get a better look at her. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

She felt the warm flush fill her face despite her best efforts to hold it back. “Thanks,” she mumbled before focusing on his costume.

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that?”

“You like it?” Charles asked.

She nodded, grinning. “I love it. That’s great!”

He turned to Ken with a triumphant grin. “Ha! See? Told you she’d love it.”

If I didn’t know he was gay, I’d think Charles was trying to impress me. She ignored the painful little thump her heart made at the thought and pushed it away.

“What do you need us to do?” Ken asked.

“Well, the folding tables are in the back. If you want to set them up inside the doorway, then we can get the boxes of cookies moved out there.”

Ken nodded and headed off to do it.

Charles cocked his head at her. “You feeling okay?”

“I’m a little tired. That’s all.”

“How’s your pain?”

Her breath caught in her throat at his tone. Stupid, he’s just a concerned friend. “Maybe a six.”

He frowned. “Did you take a pill?”

“No. A six is okay. Not a bad day, actually.” She forced a smile.

The skintight outfit he wore showed off every etched muscle in his body. Too bad he’s wearing the running shorts over it. The loose black shorts concealed the muscle she’d most like to see outside of her hot, wet nighttime speculations.

“Just take it easy tonight,” he cautioned. “You’ve got us to help you. All you need to do is sit there and look cute.” He caught one of her hands again and brought it up to his lips, where he brushed them across her knuckles. “And you look damn cute. Let us be your brawn tonight.”

She nodded, her voice failing her. I wish!

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They were fifteen minutes past the official start time when Mandaline, dressed as a sexy, yet PG-13-rated zombie princess, bounded into the store with a Many Blessings bag in her hand. Ken and Charles were busy handing out cookies. Mandaline grabbed Libbie’s hand and pulled her around the counter.

She leaned in close. “This is for you for tonight.”

Libbie took the bag, which was heavier than it looked, and peeked inside. A large bottle of homemade cider took up most of it. “What is this?”

“Sachi made a batch of her favorite Samhain beverage,”

Mandaline admitted with a giggle. “It’s strong, so don’t go driving after you’ve had some. And there’s a little something in there for you and hopefully those two hunks.”

Libbie felt deeper inside the bag, her face heating to supernova proportions when her fingers found the plastic strips of condom packages.

She jerked her hand out of the bag like she’d just been bitten.

“Thank you,” she mumbled. “I think the cider will get a lot more use than the…other stuff.”

Mandaline hugged her. With her lips pressed against Libbie’s ear, she gently scolded, “Don’t forget. Wish big, dream hard. Especially tonight of all nights when the veil is thinnest. The Universe will hear you, believe me.” After pressing a kiss to Libbie’s cheek, she bounded out of the store as fast as she’d entered after giving a wave of her fingers to the men.

“What’s in the bag?” Charles asked.

She grabbed the bottle of spiked cider and quickly shoved the bag out of sight under the counter. She’d also caught sight of three small bottles of flavored lube in the bag along with the condoms. “Adult beverage, courtesy of Sachi. I’ll go get cups.”

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The evening went well. Ken had ditched his plastic fangs early on when he realized they interfered too much with his speech. After two cups of the delicious spiked cider, Libbie relaxed and completely enjoyed herself and the trick-or-treaters that filtered through. Grover stopped by with his daughter, son-in-law, and the twins, who were both dressed as little princesses.

Libbie felt giddy, whether from the spiked cider Mandaline had brought over, or the attentiveness and flirting of Ken and Charles all through the evening, she didn’t know. The three of them finished off the cider and she didn’t think it was her imagination that the men were friendlier and more flirty with her than normal.

She wouldn’t question it, and she’d enjoy every minute of it. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this good or had this much fun. By eight o’clock they’d handed out nearly all the cookies and the flow of young trick-or-treaters had ended with just the occasional high school pair or trio stopping by.

“I think it’s time to close up shop,” Charles said.

She licked her lips, fighting the urge to beg them to take her to bed and knowing that couldn’t possibly end well for her ego when they would inevitably refuse. “Okay.”

Ken locked the door and pulled the shades in the front windows.

“How you feeling?”

Horny. Reeeally horny. And probably intoxicated. “I’m okay.

Good.” Make that definitely intoxicated. I hope I have enough batteries for Bob or I’m going to be a really sad panda later.

“How’s your pain?” Charles asked as he broke down one of the folding tables.

“Good, really. I’m okay.” She walked over to help him. Only a few feet away from the table, her feet somehow got tangled up in her skirt and she let out a little yelp as she started to fall.

Charles dove for her, snagging her with a strong arm around her waist and pulling her body tightly against his.

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lower back.

That’s…oh my.

“You all right?” Ken asked as he rushed over.

She nodded, barely able to speak as Charles righted her on her feet. “Yeah, just tripped. You know me, klutzy.”

Libbie suppressed a disappointed moan when Charles released her and stepped away. He quickly turned his back to her to finish collapsing the table, meaning she couldn’t see the front of his shorts.

Ken touched her hand and she found herself staring up into his eyes.

She wanted them both. Really wanted them.

Why can’t life be more like those books I read?

“You sure you’re okay?” Ken asked.

“Uh-huh.” She threw a glance over her shoulder. Charles still managed to keep his back to her as he worked on collapsing another table.

Hmm.

She wasn’t so intoxicated, or had been celibate for so long, that she couldn’t recognize a generous erection when she felt one pressed against her ass.

She threw her arms around Ken’s neck and wiggled the length of her body against his. When she did, his arms encircled her waist as if on autopilot. She immediately felt a generous bulge spring to life against her lower belly.

Hmm. That’s promising.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Are you okay?”

“I know what would make me feel better.” Fuck it. Either they’d put a stop to it immediately, and she could feign no memory of it in the morning and blame it on being drunk on Sachi’s cider, or…

Or.

It was that or upon which she hung her hopeful hat.

She didn’t miss how he swallowed, hard. “What?”

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his jaw slightly agape. She crooked a finger at him before draping her arm around Ken’s neck again.

Charles looked at the table he’d been fumbling with before forgetting it and hurrying over to them.

Ken started to speak. “Libbie, I—”

She laid a finger across his lips. “Shh.” She reached behind her and pulled Charles close. Fortunately for her, he appeared to be a quick study and pressed against her back.

Yep, that was definitely a well-endowed erection rubbing against her ass. Front and back.

Bookends. Yum! She stifled the snicker as she put her hand back around Ken’s neck yet again. She was afraid to let go of him for fear that when she did, it would all be over. Standing on tiptoe, she angled her lips, closed her eyes, and prayed for a touchdown. Or a field goal.

Or…whatever the hell it took to score.

Ben wasn’t sure what to do. The thought of shoving her away and shooting her down broke his heart.

Not to mention it wasn’t like she couldn’t feel his cast-iron hard-on trying to fuck her through his costume and hers. Lying to her about them being gay was useless. With a groan, he locked down his brain, closed his eyes, and kissed her. His tongue brushed against the seam of her lips, which parted immediately, welcoming him.

Fuck.

She tasted like cookies and cider and all the sweet dreams he’d had about her. Heaven in a kiss. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t turn back now, no matter what they’d sworn, what they’d promised. This little baker had done in the space of two weeks what he’d avoided for over three years. She’d broken into his heart and stolen it.

And he wasn’t about to let her go now.

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her neck, his hands cupping her breasts through her flimsy outfit. His dick had ached all night long seeing her in that getup, and his first order of business would be to bend her over her bed, flip that skirt up, pull down her panties, and fuck her…

“Shit!” he gasped.

Her eyes flew open. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have any rubbers.”

Her playful smile filled her face and lit his world. “Mandaline strikes again. She brought us a care package.”

“Remind me to thank that witch tomorrow,” Allan muttered, his lips never losing full contact with the nape of her neck.

“Amen,” Ben muttered as he crushed his lips against Libbie’s again.

Her soft whimpers fired his need. He knew if he worked a finger between her legs right then that he’d find her wet and ready for a good, hard fucking. Followed by hours of loving her, showing her how beautiful and desirable she was.

“Upstairs,” he whispered. “Now.”

Her eyes barely fluttered open. “My place, or yours?”

“Yours,” both men said.

“Your bed is bigger,” Allan added.

“O–Okay!”

Allan whisked her away to the back while Ben retrieved the bag from under the counter. He peeked inside and, sure enough, found the package of condoms and lube.

He smiled. Ten? Damn, that woman is good .

He hurriedly followed them up the stairs.

Allan kept his arm firmly around Libbie’s waist all the way up the stairs. Not out of worry of her falling, but out of worry that his dick would explode if he didn’t get it buried inside her and soon. At her 114 Tymber Dalton

door he spun her around, pressing her against the door, and ravaged her mouth with his even as he heard Ben pounding up the stairs with the bag in hand.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked one leg around his, rubbing herself against him like she was trying to start a fire.

He broke free for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers.

“You have no idea how badly we want to make love to you, baby.”

Her face looked pink, flushed with passion. “You two owe me for a ton of batteries.”

“What?” Ben asked from the top of the stairs.

“For my vibrator,” she said.

A slow grin broke across Allan’s face. “Oh, baby. You’re in trouble now. You have toys?” He looked over at Ben and spotted the evilly playful gleam in his brother’s eye. “You’re our kind of woman.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m five years older than you guys?”

Ben laughed. “Ooh, you’re a cougar. No, of course it doesn’t bother us.”

Allan leaned in and nibbled at her neck, his cock twitching at the way she gasped and moaned as his teeth clamped down on her flesh.

“Guess what? We’re going to fuck your brains out and drive every last thought of any other man clear out of your head. Women are blessed with the curse of multiple orgasms. And even when you wear us out, we’re still going to keep you coming…All. Night. Long. We’ll use toys. Mouths. Fingers. Hell, if we had a strap-on we’d be taking turns riding you. You won’t sleep at all tonight, and you’re going to need our help walking tomorrow, you’re going to be so well fucked.”

He lifted his head so he could meet her gaze. Her mouth had formed a small O.

“Okay!” she squeaked.

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Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! She stared into Charles’ eyes and felt the breath being sucked out of the depths of her very soul.

They want me!

Wish hard, dream big, isn’t that what Mandaline had said? Or was it the other way around?

She probably didn’t mean this.

Then again, maybe she did.

No matter, both men were definitely hard. From what she’d felt of them, big to boot.

Charles’ lips crushed hers again, and as she squirmed against him, his body pressed her into her door. She felt his hard erection rubbing between her legs through her flimsy outfit. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, aching and tight and begging for his fingers to touch them again.

Ken caught up with them and nudged in. “Quit hogging her,” he grumbled, the smile on his face belying his tone. He reached up and met her unspoken demand, his hand cupping her right breast as he rubbed his finger over her nipple through her clothes. “Did I hear someone say they have toys?”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

She nearly came just from the sight of his sexy smile. His hand squeezed her breast, harder, tighter, stopping at the good side of that pleasurable kind of pain. “Expect to call in to work tomorrow,” he whispered. “Because I’ve wanted you for weeks, and I have a whole lot of fantasies stored up that I need to work off.”

“Ditto,” Charles chimed in.

She let go of Charles and reached behind her, fumbling for the doorknob. She’d stopped locking her door, trusting that the men wouldn’t rob her or breach her privacy. She gave up a private prayer of thanks for that as she found the knob, wrenched it, and nearly fell backward into her apartment as it opened.

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rubbing against her mound.

“That’s all for you,” he whispered. “Every last bit of it.”

“I can’t wait to taste it,” she said.

His grin nearly broke his face. “Well, hot damn, don’t worry, you’ll get your chance, too.”

“I…” She glanced over at Ken, who came through the door and shut it behind him. “I’ve never been with two guys before.”

Charles’ expression softened. “Don’t worry, baby. You say the word, you say no to anything, we’ll stop. I promise.”

“Absolutely,” Ken echoed, his expression now serious. He stepped up. “Anything you don’t want, we’ll stop.”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I…I’ve read a lot.”

“Have you now?” Ken asked. “Like what?”

She felt more heat fill her face. Now she couldn’t look either of them in the eye. “I buy a lot of erotic romance. Ménages,” she mumbled. “On my Kindle.”

Ken tenderly palmed the nape of her neck and made her look at him. “Where is it?” he asked.

“On the table by my couch.”

He glanced past her, then back to her, his playful smile holding promises of untold pleasures. “Well, let’s just see if we can’t make a few of those hot fantasies come true for you.”

“I—” She stopped, not sure she wanted to go down this path right now. “You said you guys are gay.”

Ken let out a sigh and touched his forehead to hers. “It’s complicated, baby. We didn’t want to fall for anyone.” He placed a tender kiss on the bridge of her nose. “We’ll never hurt you, I promise. And we’ll keep you safe. I’m sorry we lied to you about that.

But no, we’re not gay. And we mean it when we say if you change your mind at any time and say no, we stop. Immediately.”

Keep me safe? She didn’t want to ponder that, either. She suspected there was more to the story, but as long as they weren’t serial killers, child molesters, or animal abusers, and they had no It’s a Sweet Life 117

problems using condoms, she’d put off that line of questioning until later.

Much later. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good,” Charles whispered as he nibbled on her earlobe.

“Because we want to show you how sexy we think you are.”

On the way into the bedroom, she didn’t miss that Ken grabbed her Kindle from the side table and brought it in with him. Charles turned her around at the foot of the bed to face him, gently palming her cheeks. “Where are your toys, baby?”

“Bedside table,” she replied automatically. “Left side.”

“Good girl,” Charles said as he kissed her.

She was vaguely aware of Ken walking around the bed. Followed by the sound of the drawer opening. “Found them. And there’s lube in the bag, too.”

Charles looked down at her. “You ever had anal, sweetie?”

Her breath stuttered in her throat. “No,” she gasped. “Not…not with a guy. Just…you know, really small toys in the shower a couple of times.”

“Ooh,” Ken said as he joined them. “You want to check that off your bucket list tonight?”

Blinking, she looked from one identical pair of killer blue eyes to the other. She nodded.

“Any special requests?” Charles asked.

Heat rebounded from her pussy to her face and back again. “Some of…the books…” She couldn’t believe she was actually saying this!

“They…you know, the guys…front and back at the same time.”

“Ahh,” Charles said, a pleased smile on his face. “Double penetration. We can oblige. It’s one of our favorite things, too.” His face flashed back to serious. “But only if you want to. We can’t just go to town and have you enjoy it. We need to loosen you up first, or it’ll hurt and you won’t enjoy it. Okay?”

She nodded.

“But first.” His mouth slanted down on hers. She closed her eyes, 118 Tymber Dalton

moaning as her arms found his neck again and she held on for dear life as the world melted away. “First,” he repeated when he broke their kiss, “we need to do something else, or we won’t make it five seconds inside you doing DP. We’re good, but we’re not that good.”

She nodded.

Ken turned her to face him. She found her arms automatically wrapping around his neck as they had with Charles. “And you’re going to have to talk to us,” he said. “We need you to tell us what feels good, as well as what doesn’t. We don’t want to hurt you.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear with a tenderness that nearly broke her heart. “We know you have a lot of pain in your life. We only want to bring you pleasure.”

The power of speech had apparently escaped her. She nodded.

Charles nibbled at her earlobe again. “That’s our good girl.”

She felt her heart crumbling into pieces as she fell in love with them. Both of them. It was stupid and irrational and most likely the result of her hormones and lack of real sex in a long, long time. She also knew she could never admit it to them, so she wouldn’t be faced with the humiliating prospect of them not returning her feelings.

But there, deep inside her, she knew the truth, even if she couldn’t admit it.

Charles stepped away for a moment as Ken took over kissing her again. She caught a flurry of movement out of the corner of her eye and realized Charles had stripped. If there was a world record for getting naked without the use of Velcro seams, he’d probably set the bar high.

He pulled her from Ken and kissed her. She ran her hands over his body, over the light dusting of dark hair sprinkled across his pecs, including a treasure trail that led down to a gorgeous and rigid cock jutting from his body. Beside them, Ken dropped his clothes, too, then turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the overhead light. His body looked identical to his cousin’s, his cock every bit as deliciously large and hard as Charles’s.

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Ken rummaged through the bag Mandaline had given her and pulled out the condoms. “I hope you’ll indulge me, but I need you, baby. I need to feel my cock in you right now.” He ripped the foil pouch open and rolled it on over his cock. Then he grabbed her, kissing her hard and fierce and sucking the breath right out of her. As she felt her body nearly go limp, he gently pushed her facedown onto the bed, her feet on the floor.

He pulled her skirt up around her hips as her clit throbbed, her whole pussy aching. She felt her face heat as his hands found and yanked down her panties.

“Oh,” he moaned, “you’re soaked, baby.” She helped him by stepping out of the sodden garment as his fingers pressed for entrance.

As the bed dipped in front of her, she let out a loud moan as one, then two fingers slipped inside her cunt, slowly thrusting.

She wanted to cry from how good it felt. Not enough to get her off, but more than enough to drive her close to the edge.

Charles cupped her cheeks with his palms and lifted her face from the bed. She found herself inches from that delicious cock. With a will of their own, her lips parted and her tongue tried to reach out, to lick the pearly drop of pre-cum sliding from the slit at the end of the engorged head.

He obliged by scooting a little closer. She didn’t know who moaned more loudly, him or her, when the hot, silken iron of his shaft slid between her lips and down her tongue, filling her mouth. Behind her, she felt Ken step between her legs, his sheathed cock nudging between her labia for entrance. When he slid home, deep and hard and pushing her farther onto Charles’ cock, she moaned again.

Ken’s voice sounded strained. “Can you come just from being fucked, baby?”

Charles pulled out long enough so she could answer. “Sometimes, I don’t know. Not all the time.” She reached for Charles, grabbing at his thighs to pull his cock back into her mouth.

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I’m sorry if you don’t come this time, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He started slow, making her whimper as he bottomed out inside her, the pleasant ache that turned into pleasure as his cock stretched her pussy and churned her juices.

Every time she moaned, Charles moaned, too. He scooped her hair into his hand, holding it out of her way as he flexed his hips to thrust between her lips. As hot and hard as he was, she suspected he wouldn’t last long, either. Lost in the spiral of passion, she sucked down the pre-cum streaming from his cock, sweet and tangy and salty at the same time.

She imagined what she must look like, still dressed while being spit-roasted between these two hunks, how wild they were being, and how good it felt. Then Ken reached around her and slowed his strokes, fumbling and finally locating her swollen clit.

Libbie groaned as his fingers roughly clamped down on it, brilliant shards of pleasure streaking through her body and driving her closer as her need took over. She fucked herself between the men, driving the cock in her throat as deep as she could take it, to slam back against Ken’s cock buried inside her.

“That’s it,” Charles grunted. “You were made for us, baby.

You’re perfect. You’re beautiful.”

Ken’s fingers rolled her clit, and the shards blossomed into blades of gorgeous sharp-edged ecstasy that made her cry out around Charles’ cock and deep-throat him at the same time.

His fingers gripped her head as he started fucking his cock into her mouth while Ken began slamming into her from behind. All she could do was lie there as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her and she sobbed in relief at the beautiful feeling of completion in her soul. Charles came next, his cock exploding in her mouth, sending jet after jet of his hot cum down her throat. Then Ken, his fingers digging into her hips as he let out a cry before he fell still with his cock buried inside her.

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wrapped her arms around his waist, unwilling to relinquish his softening cock. She smelled his heat, his sweat, the sweet and tangy aroma of his cum, and she didn’t want to move from the aura of his warmth. He released her head and stroked her back through the blouse, leaning forward to kiss the nape of her neck.

Ken let go of her hips but didn’t withdraw. He braced himself against the bed with his arms on either side of her as he caught his breath. “Damn, baby,” he hoarsely said. “I thought you were going to squeeze my cock off when you came.”

She let out a little giggle around the now-soft cock in her mouth, which, impossibly, twitched a little as it grew a wee bit firmer once again.

After a moment, Ken carefully withdrew. She heard him walk into the bathroom, followed by the sound of water running. While she listened, she started gently sucking Charles’ cock again, carefully, suspecting he would be very sensitive.

At first he tried to protest. Then she felt him lean back, propped up by his arms, and start to enjoy it. It didn’t take her long to get him hard again, but Ken returned and made her stand.

“Up, baby. We have plans for you.”

With a whine, she let his cock go. She opened her eyes and spotted Charles’ smile. “I wouldn’t argue with him, sweetheart. He might spank you.”

A delicious tingle ran through her body. That might be something she’d want to try at some point, but not tonight. She had other items to check off her bucket list.

Ken made her roll onto her back, her legs still hanging off the bed.

He climbed up next to her and looked at Charles. “Put that tongue of yours to work on her. I made her come once. It’s your turn.”

“Huh?” she asked as Charles laughed and climbed off the bed.

Ken shushed her with a deep, soulful kiss. She tried to encircle him with her arms but he pushed her back onto the bed. “Nope, just lay there and relax.” He reached down her blouse, pushing the 122 Tymber Dalton

neckline down and freeing her left breast from her bra. “We haven’t been able to do this in years, but you aren’t the first woman we’ve made love to together. His tongue will have you speaking in tongues in short order.”

She started to reply, but the combination of Ken’s hot, wet mouth clamping down on her nipple at the same time Charles knelt between her legs and swiped his tongue over her clit shoved the ability to form coherent words clear out of her brain. She let her head flop back on the bed and buried her fingers in Ken’s soft hair.

Charles used his shoulders to hold her legs apart. His tongue pressed deep inside her, fucking her as each draw of Ken’s mouth on her nipple sent another jolt of need straight to her clit. Ken reached over and freed her other breast, using his thumb and forefinger to roll and pinch her nipple just hard enough that the pleasant bite of pain only served to make it feel that much better.

She rocked her hips against Charles, urging him on but he wouldn’t be rushed. He’d flick her clit with his tongue, then use his lips to lightly suck on it, keeping her passion high but not pushing her over. It was like he could sense when she was about to tip into orgasm and then he’d pull back and keep her on the edge.

Breathless, she begged for relief. “Please, make me come!”

Ken reached over her head and caught her free hand in his. He laced his fingers through hers before pinning it to the bed. Something about the action made her gasp, her need to orgasm overwhelming.

She thought she might burst into tears if they didn’t make her come soon, and just as she was about to scream at them to do it, Ken lifted his head from her breast. “Now,” he mumbled.

Simultaneously, several things happened. Ken eased his weight onto her while his grip on her hand tightened, the fingers on her breast pinched her nipple hard, his teeth clamped down on her other nipple, and Charles sucked her clit into his mouth as his hands clamped around her thighs to prevent her from moving away.

Dying. I’m dying. Nothing had ever felt this good. She sobbed, It’s a Sweet Life 123

helpless to move as Ken and Charles held her pinned to the bed and kept her orgasm going for what felt like hours. She wasn’t even aware of them releasing her while her climax wouldn’t stop because Charles continued to gently lick and suck at her oversensitive clit.

Finally, he lifted his head and kissed the insides of her thighs as she lay there and cried with the sheer blessed relief.

Ken pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “Better?”

He apparently understood. She didn’t know how he knew, but he did. All she could do was nod as the last remnants of her climax made her shiver in his arms.

Charles stood and joined them, nestling in beside her. She felt his stiff cock poking into her side, as was Ken’s on her other side.

“Good?” Charles asked.

She managed to pry an eye open to look and nodded at his pleased smirk before closing her eyes again.

“And that’s only two, baby,” Ken murmured in her ear. “You’ve got a looong night ahead of you.”

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