Soul Possession(6)

“God damn, Truitt. You’re going to have to move before I die up here,” Rick ground out.

Truitt raised his head to see Rick suck strongly at one nipple before turning his gaze down to Truitt. He had that crazed look like he was about to come.

Truitt grinned. “You get her mouth. This pu**y is all mine.”

“Hell, we can’t make her get on her hands and knees,” Rick said. “She’ll hurt herself.”

“Put her head over the edge of the bed.”

Jessie pushed upward, her eyes glazed, her lips and br**sts swollen and red from Rick’s attentions.

“Where do you want me?” she asked in a husky, passion-laced voice that had Truitt doing his own desperate gritting of his teeth to keep from shooting his wad everywhere.

“Just turn around, darlin’,” Rick said. “Rotate so that your head is off the bed on my side.”

The two men helped her get into position and no sooner had she levered her head downward then Rick had straddled her and slid his c**k into her mouth.

For a moment Truitt stared at the erotic sight of Rick f**king her mouth. Holy hell, but the sight of her throat bulging to accommodate his deep thrusts had Truitt’s nuts about to burst.

He yanked open the nightstand drawer and with shaking fingers dumped a box of condoms out, snagging one. He ripped it open, rolled it over his aching cock, and then he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs.

“Ease off a minute, Rick,” Truitt said.

Rick withdrew his cock, now shiny with her saliva. The head was so swollen and purple that it looked damn painful. Rick reached down and lifted Jessie up so that she could look at Truitt.

She looked drunk. High on pleasure. Delectably mussed, her hair in disarray and that f**kable swollen mouth that just begged to be kissed and then f**ked some more.

“I’m about to get inside you, Jessie,” Truitt said. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. If I do, if anything either of us does makes you uncomfortable or hurts you, you get Rick’s attention, okay? We’re both impatient bastards right now because seeing you spread out and naked in front of us has us crazy, but we want this to be good for you and we plan to spend all night making you scream our names.”

Wordlessly she nodded, her eyes wide and unfocused. Then Rick lowered her head and pushed his c**k back between her lips.

Ah hell, Truitt couldn’t hold back another minute. He slid his c**k up and down her dampness to lubricate the condom and then he positioned himself at her tiny opening and pushed inside.

He stopped after an inch because holy shit she was tight. It was like forcing his dick into a closed fist. He was never going to make it like this.

Holding a thumb to her clit and then rubbing over it in feather-like strokes, he tensed and then thrust hard.

She opened around him but her body fought the sudden invasion. She spasmed and gripped him so tight that he nearly lost consciousness. He’d never felt anything so good in his life.

Rick was riding her mouth hard and Truitt knew he couldn’t make slow, sweet love to her this time. He withdrew and thrust hard and deep, his thumb stroking her flesh.

Her hands flew up to grip Rick’s hands that were holding the sides of her head as he f**ked her mouth. For a moment Truitt thought she wanted them to stop and so he went still, though it damn near killed him. Rick did the same, pulling out in a hurry.

“No,” she gasped. “Oh God, no, please don’t stop.”

Even as the plea slipped out, her body was arching and undulating, on the verge of her orgasm.

Both men thrust back into her body at the same time and they began riding in relentless rhythm. Truitt closed his eyes as his balls drew up and his release pushed painfully up his cock.

Mindlessly he pumped against her, no longer taking care. He wasn’t thinking of whether he hurt her. He was only thinking that if he didn’t move, he’d die.

He heard Rick’s cry, felt Jessie clutch him in her velvet sheathe and then go wet around him, bathing him in her heat.

He began coming, pumping harder, coming even harder. On and on in endless spurts. Even when he finally came down over her, he could feel his c**k still pulsing inside her, could feel the warm, slick se**n rising up the condom around his dick.

Shit.

With a groan he rolled to the side, pulling out so the condom wouldn’t leak. Hell, he’d pumped it so full it was a wonder it hadn’t burst.

He quickly disposed of it and then returned to Jessie. Rick was tenderly wiping the se**n from her mouth and then he lifted her and rolled so that she was fully on the bed.

Truitt pulled her into his arms and she snuggled up tighter than a bedbug. Rick spooned up close behind her and they lay there panting, their hearts racing.

“Holy hell,” Rick said hoarsely. “My fantasies didn’t even come close to the reality.”

Chapter 3

Jessie lay between Rick and Truitt, her mind scrambling to get a grip on what had just happened. They hadn’t lied. They’d f**ked her. Hard. And it had been glorious.

There was nothing nice and sweet about their possession. They’d taken her, they’d owned her. And they’d given her the single most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.

She shivered at the memory, and her clit still pulsed, sensitive to even the slightest movement.

Rick kissed her shoulder and then slid his hand down the length of her body, until it rested possessively on her hip.