Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

“Yes, my love, but will you take us at the same time?” Andrew’s mouth moved to her breast. He sucked her nipple between his teeth and bit, just hard enough to have her writhing and panting as the stimulating tremors rained through her body to settle where the fingers in her channel continued the alternating tease and drill.

Michael bit her neck, her shoulder, and the fingers withdrew from her pussy quickly enough to have her crying out at their retreat.

Chrystal opened her eyes to find them both looking down at her. She understood now what they were asking. They wanted to make love to her together, to be inside her together. The vision of watching Michael as he’d fucked Andrew swam to the forefront of her mind. She’d had anal sex before, a very long time ago, but only with one man. She’d never been with two, never had a cock in her ass while another was inside her pussy. The mere idea of it nearly drove her to the point of sheer insanity.

She gulped, meeting both of their gazes in turn, and nodded.

Michael pulled back, stretching out beside her even as Andrew moved to the foot of the bed.

When Michael reached for her, she carefully straddled his waist, putting her hands on either side of his broad shoulders for balance, her back arched and ass in the air.

“And you said I have a hell of an ass,” Andrew breathed appreciatively behind her. His hands framed her hips, slid down her thighs and then over her butt cheeks. His fingers kneaded the flesh, pulling her cheeks apart. “You look amazing this way, my love. Your ass is perfect, firm and beautiful, and
damn
, you’re going to be tight. I just know it.”

She knew it, too, but, instead of the fear she expected to sizzle through her veins, she found only excitement warming her blood. The thought of Andrew’s large cock filling her anus as Michael’s even thicker, longer dick invaded her pussy made her dizzy even as her body threatened to convulse with the anticipation of it.

“Hold steady, my sweet. Allow us to do the work.” Michael used his hold on her hips just above Andrew’s hands to lower her onto his erect cock.

She made a sound that was half moan and half pleasured sigh as her channel stretched to accommodate the width of his cock. She was wet, almost dripping with juices. Still, she felt every glorious inch of his shaft rub along the walls of her channel.

Michael closed his eyes, a throaty-sounding groan escaping his lips as his cock slid all the way inside her. “I did not know I would ever see heaven, but you are truly that, my sweet.”

Chrystal smiled and, despite his instruction to let him and Andrew do all the work, she started to ride. She took it slow, lifting her body off his cock, gradually lowering herself onto it again, finding the sensations that consumed her to be equal parts pleasure and torture of the sweetest kind.

“Chrystal, you are killing me,” Michael said through gritted teeth.

“This coming from the man who always wants to draw out the moment for as long as he can,” Chrystal teased, glancing over her shoulder to find Andrew watching her, a sexy-as-hell grin on his devilish lips and totally sinful intentions in his eyes.

“I managed to do it.” A hint of pride rang in Andrew’s voice. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

It amazed her how that casually asked question turned her insides to the temperature of molten lava. She stilled with Michael’s cock lodged inside her fiery channel to the hilt and, for about half a second, all she could do was sit there and revel in the rapturous sensations the anticipation brought her. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Michael’s eyebrow winged up as if he didn’t understand. She knew he did, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes, Andrew, I’m ready for you. I’m ready to feel both of you inside me.”

“But how are we do to that? I am already inside you, my sweet.”

Chrystal growled, the sound more akin to Andrew’s beast than anything she possessed on her own. She narrowed her eyes at Michael and watched with a deep satisfaction as the challenge in his eyes surrendered to the lust and torture of their little game. “Andrew can fill my ass. I want him there. I want to feel his cock deep and long and hard and…”

Michael lifted her, dropping her down onto his cock with a force that drove his dick even more impossibly deep into her pussy. “Hearing you talk like that steals every ounce of my restraint to draw out the moment.”

Chrystal waited for the intense sensation to dull slightly before she smiled down at him. “You asked for it.”

“As did you,” Andrew reminded her. His tone held a hint of warning that sent a shiver of thrill up her spine. He positioned himself, holding her ass cheeks spread with his hands as his cock nudged against her anus. He didn’t enter her, not yet. Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock over her hole, spreading the beads of pre-cum around the rim.

Expectation made her muscles tighten and she locked her gaze with Michael’s. His lips were drawn tight, intense concentration and arousal turning his eyes a fathomless shade of black.

“Your pussy is tightening around my cock. Keep it up and I am going to blow before he gets inside you.” Michael’s warning was almost a whisper.

“Andrew, please.” Chrystal closed her eyes as Andrew’s cock slid a fraction of an inch inside her anus. Her muscles stretched even as a low burn ignited at the intrusion.

“Hold on, my love. I need to get you wetter here first.” He reached between their bodies and plunged a finger inside her channel beside Michael’s cock.

Michael sucked a breath through his teeth. “You might want to warn a man next time, lover.”

Andrew chuckled. “I’ll try to remember that.” He pulled his cock from Chrystal’s ass, replacing it with the finger covered in her juices and drove it all the way in.

It was Chrystal’s turn to suck air through her teeth as the pleasure and burn mixed, ricocheting through her bloodstream. Andrew’s finger wiggled inside her tight hole, circling and spreading her, yanking unintelligible sounds from her as he drew that finger out only to replace it with two, and then three.

“Andrew!” She cried out his name as her vision blurred from the fog of bliss. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, her pussy muscles flexing around Michael’s cock as the orgasm built at body-rocking speed. “Don’t make me come yet. Not without you inside me.”

Still, he didn’t pull back. He used his fingers to stretch her further, to pump inside her until she was teetering on the edge. Only then did he finally pull out. The bed shifted, his hands moving to her hips once more and then,
thank you
, he was pushing his cock inside her anus.

He filled her ass with a slow but persistent thrust that pushed her body down onto Michael’s, drawing his cock deeper still into her pussy.

“I can feel his dick going inside you,” Michael moaned, his neck arching, his eyes rolling back.

It was like nothing she could have prepared for, having two magnificently sized cocks inside her at once. She felt overfull, stupendously invaded, perfectly complete. Andrew started to move inside her, his thrusts drawing her away from Michael’s body, pushing her back, setting a rhythm that was measured and amazing. In an instant, she was falling over the edge.

“Andrew! Michael!” Both names exploded from her lips as the orgasm dominated all thoughts, all reason, and all self-control.

“Let go, my love,” Andrew said through gritted teeth. “We’re right there with you.”

They were. She felt his release in her anus, felt Michael’s in her pussy as her own orgasm ripped out of her and blissful satisfaction settled in her spent and convulsing body. They lay in a heap, Andrew draped over her back and her sprawled on top of Michael for minutes that seemed to stretch into hours. Andrew was the first to move, slowly pulling his cock out of her ass as he rolled off of her and Michael to fall onto his back beside them.

Chrystal turned her head toward him, resting her cheek on Michael’s chest as she simply breathed.

Andrew grazed the back of his finger down her other cheek. “Please tell me we didn’t hurt you.”

“Are you kidding?” Chrystal laughed, albeit breathlessly. “That was magnificent! I can’t wait to do it again.” She felt Michael’s head turn and lifted her own in time to see the men exchange a look that seemed both pleased and wistful. “What?”

“Your words brought back a memory for us, my sweet. That is exactly what you said the first time we took you together when you were Rebecca.”

Chrystal narrowed her eyes, thinking. “Funny how that’s a memory I don’t have.” She hesitated for a moment, searching her mind, and still coming up blank. “I’m glad I don’t remember, though. You both awakened that part of me, brought some of my past life into this one, but I’m glad that each time I make love to you now feels like the first.”

Michael buried his fingers in the side of her hair. “I loved the woman you were then, but I love the woman you are now even more.”

“So do I,” Andrew chimed in, his hand moving over her back in a tender caress.

“Good, because I might have her soul inside me, but I am a different woman than she was. I love you both just as much, probably more, but it’s still different.”

“I think you proved that in Venezuela.”

Chrystal angled her head toward Andrew. “How so?”

“You didn’t try to come between Le Mort and us. You stayed out of the way, stayed with Kahil where you were safe.”

“I wanted to. Don’t think for one second the temptation to scurry all over that bloodsucking bastard wasn’t there. But it was your fight, one the two of you have been battling for nearly two centuries. It was meant for you to take him out, not me.”

“You are wiser than I gave you credit for, my sweet. For that, I apologize.”

Chrystal let a mischievous grin spread her lips as she gazed down at Michael. “This time. Next time, you probably won’t think I’m so wise because that’s the last time I’m holding myself back from action like that.”

Michael heaved a dramatic sigh. “Stubborn,” he whispered. “Every beautiful inch of you is stubborn to the core.”

Chrystal waggled her brows. “In this life more than the last,” she said and, reaching for Andrew, drew them both in for a kiss.

THE END

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