Rampage suckled her breasts, dragging his teeth over her nipples and making her cry out with joy. He chuckled darkly and continued to play with her breasts, kneading and kissing until she was throbbing with unsated need. He began to kiss down her belly and then gently pressed her back to the bed.
She closed her eyes as he spread her thighs open with his strong hands. Until now, no other man had seen her like this. The idea that her mate, her man, was watching as Rampage kissed along her inner thighs left her clutching at the sheets. This was so wicked and sinful. It was so very, very wrong—but it felt very, very good.
She cried out as Rampage licked a long slow stripe between her labia. He carried out this act the same way he kissed, rough and insistent. It was almost too much, and she squeezed his shoulders with her knees, silently urging him to be gentle. He must have gotten the message because he eased off the attack of his tongue on her most sensitive parts and used broad, lighter strokes.
The bed dipped, and she opened her eyes to find Swift sidling up close to her. He placed his hand along her cheek and guided their mouths together. Kissing Swift felt so right and natural. She lost herself in the feel of his tongue gliding over hers, gripping her husband’s shoulders as another man fluttered his tongue over her clitoris.
“Your cunt tastes so good,” Rampage remarked before sliding a finger inside her. “I don’t know how Swift can tear himself away from it.”
“The threat of insubordination and a trip to the brig,” Swift remarked, his gaze locked on hers. “She’d be worth it, though.”
Before Alys could reply, Swift captured her mouth in another sensual kiss. The decadent sensation of four hands and two mouths on her body drove her quickly to the edge of ecstasy. She had wanted it to last longer, to draw it out and enjoy every bit of this, but Swift and Rampage were too good at this. Between Swift’s hand on her breast and his mouth on hers and Rampage’s mouth between her thighs, she stood no chance. The coil of pleasure tightened and tightened and then finally shattered. She cried out in joy, grasping at Swift as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Come here,” Swift commanded and dragged her higher up onto the bed. He gripped her hips and pulled her onto his lap. His thick, heavy cock slapped against her belly, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him buried deep inside her. She shifted atop her mate until their bodies were aligned. She clasped the base of his penis and lowered herself onto every steely inch of him.
Moaning, she closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of him invading her wet depths. “Swift!”
“That’s it, darlin’,” he urged, his voice low and rough. “Ride me, Alys.”
As if she had plans to do anything else! She planted both hands on his broad chest and rocked back and forth. She locked gazes with him as she bounced on his lap, and she was taken aback by how incredibly possessive he looked. His dark expression made her heart race. His touch was harder tonight, more powerful, and she realized she liked the look of jealousy on him.
His gaze narrowed as a now naked Rampage climbed onto the bed behind her. He put both hands on her waist and began to guide her movements atop Swift who grunted and hissed. Rampage kissed her neck, leaving love bites on either side, and Swift let his hands roam the curve of her belly to the place where their bodies were intimately joined. When his thumb brushed against her clitoris, she whimpered.
After the orgasm Rampage had given her, she was still very sensitive and uncertain whether she could come again. Both men seemed intent on bringing her to orgasm—whether she wanted it or not. There was something intoxicating and thrilling about the idea of two men playing with and enjoying her body with the sole purpose of bringing her pleasure.
Swift rubbed the nub there while Rampage kissed her neck and shoulders and squeezed her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and the shocking bite of pain caused her entire body to clench down on Swift who swore. He used his immense strength to lift her right off of him, denying her the friction and penetration she desperately craved. “Not yet,” he growled. “Pick her up, Rampage.”
The other man did as instructed, lifting her away from Swift and onto her knees. Alys slumped forward and squeezed her thighs together, desperate to quell the throbbing between them.
Swift shifted behind her. He grabbed her hips and slipped an arm around her front, lifting her up until her back touched his chest. His lips were against her ear as he asked, “Do you want to touch Rampage? Do you want to use your mouth on him? Suck him the way you do me?”
She couldn’t answer. Her face burned, and she licked her lips. Rampage reclined on the pillows, his erection hard and thick right in front of her. He stroked his hand up and down the shaft, watching the interplay between mates.
Swift’s hands roamed her body, following the curves of her breasts and belly until one of them dipped between her thighs. He gently circled her clitoris, and she cried out and gripped his arm. “Tell me, Alys.”
“Yes,” she confessed finally, her body on the verge. “Yes, I want to use my mouth on him.”
“Do you want that, Rampage? Do you want my mate to make you come?”
Rampage’s nostrils flared, and his chest heaved. “Yes,” he admitted. “I want to come in her mouth if she’ll let me.”
“She will,” Swift said, still circling her clitoris. “She likes the taste of it.” He grazed his teeth over her neck before biting down lightly. “Don’t you, Alys?”
“I do,” she confessed, feeling herself losing control. Swift’s wicked words and the desperate way Rampage stared at her body lit her body on fire. She was like dry tinder struck by a spark. She was going up in flames with these two men. She was a wildfire unleashed, and she didn’t want to stop until she had consumed every bit of pleasure to be had.
Alys dropped down and wasted no time in getting her mouth on Rampage. He felt strange in her mouth, thicker but not longer, and he tasted different, too. Not bad. Just different. She remembered all the ways Swift had taught her to please him and used those tricks on Rampage who let loose an unending stream of curses and compliments.
As she sucked the ruddy head of his cock, she realized it must have been quite a long time since he had been with a woman. He had been stranded on that planet for months, and he seemed to have kept to himself since his rescue which meant he likely hadn’t sought out any female company. She wasn’t one of the poppies who possessed all sorts of interesting skills, but she wanted to do her best for him, to make him feel good for at least this one night.
While she traced Rampage’s shaft with her tongue, Swift maneuvered into place behind her. She felt him probing her before he slid forward in one rough thrust. She groaned around Rampage’s erection, and the other man growled at the sensation. Swift gripped her waist and began to take her with leisurely strokes. It was just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to push her over.
Rampage, on the other hand, had nearly lost control. He fisted the sheets on either side of his waist, and his thighs flexed tightly. He seemed to be fighting the urge to thrust up into her mouth. Behind her, Swift was grunting as if trying to hold back.
She glowed at the sudden awareness of how much sexual power she held over these big, strong men. Me. I’m doing this. I’m the one driving them wild.
Alys sank into that feeling of power, letting it saturate every part of her. Years of being the plain sister, the fat sister, the too tall sister faded into nothing. She wasn’t that unappreciated and dutiful daughter any longer. She was a woman desired, a woman wanted and craved.