Love Under Two Mavericks Cara Covington (best ereader for pc txt) 📖

She instinctively turned her face toward him. The arousing scent of clean man drew her to him.

My first sixty-nine.

Michaela met Randy’s gaze, and then she looked over at Lewis. “Tell me what to do.”

She didn’t think any of it was her imagination, not the heightened lust in Lewis’s gaze nor the approval she saw in Randy’s.

“Get on your side, baby girl, and put your mouth on his cock. Take him to heaven, just like you took me.”

Never had an order aroused her like that or been so easy to obey. As she leaned into Randy, as she inhaled his scent and took his heat, her own her mouth watered, and her nipples drew tight. And her pussy? She was getting wetter by the moment, and when Randy blew a stream of warm air onto her wet folds, she shivered with a new and ever burgeoning arousal.

Using her right hand to fist him, and careful to lay her left arm and hand out of the way, she nuzzled Randy’s cock. Suddenly anxious to have his taste in her mouth, she sucked him in.

He tastes different. She couldn’t have said what that difference was, but she imagined that, in time, blindfolded, she’d be able to identify each of these two men by the flavor of their cocks.

The deliciously naughty thought sent a shiver down her back and tickled her clit. Michaela hummed her own pleasure as Randy laid his mouth on her cunt and began to devour her.

Lucid thought fled. There was only this, mouths and hands working magic, one upon the other. Her hips began to undulate, a rhythm that Randy matched as he began to thrust his cock inside her mouth. She lost herself in the pure, raw sexual pleasure of the moment and in drinking down his drops of precum as he lapped up her juices. Time evaporated as heart-heard music wrapped around them, as the heat and the scent and the tactile joy of holding this strong, yet delicate part of her lover in her mouth became her everything and her all. The hot presence, the trust, the scent, and the taste filled her with a kind of satisfaction she knew instinctively was purely feminine and not necessarily only sexual. But tonguing him and tasting him fed her, her heart and her soul. There could be no doubt sucking Randy off fed her sexual self as well.

Arousal grew from embers to flames, and Michaela surrendered to them and to the promise of fulfillment. She spread her fingers to caress his balls as her hand pumped and her mouth followed. Her tongue stroked his shaft, and she felt that shaft grow hotter and harder. The sensation of strong, determined fingers sliding into her and a mouth gently sucking her clit sent waves of electric shocks through her.

Michaela moaned in pleasure then groaned in need as Randy worked her, as he lapped and sucked and stroked. As he growled into her cunt as if claiming it, and her, as his own.

The heat of him, the pulse of his cock in her mouth, and the hardening of his scrota gave her a heartbeat’s warning.

Then she sucked strongly and swallowed down Randy’s first stream of cum as her orgasm erupted and then rolled over, in and through her.

Pulsing and convulsing, drinking, shivering, Michaela took and she gave, connected to both lovers, to the body of one and the soul of the other, who uttered a feral groan as he watched.

Randy eased his hips back just a little, and she released him. Her arm slid up his body to drape around his hip as she lay catching her breath, as her heart rate slowly, ever so slowly, returned to normal.

“So fucking hot to watch. I nearly came myself.”

The bed dipped, and Lewis slid in behind her. His arm wrapped around her, drawing her close to his chest. She sighed, and when Randy moved, when he placed a final kiss on her thigh and then got into place beside her to lay a similar kiss on her lips, Michaela relished the moment.

“Fucking hot to experience,” Randy said.

“Mmm.” Not feeling capable of more than that sound, Michaela closed her eyes, reveling in being sandwiched between these men.

“We’ll rest awhile, baby girl. Then we’ll have round two.”

“’Kay.” She wiggled her butt against Lewis and rubbed her cheek against Randy. The men moved just a tad closer, and she felt completely enveloped in their heat, their scent, and their care.

Best damn happy place, ever.

 

* * * *

“My turn to make breakfast.” Lewis placed a kiss on Michaela’s lips. She opened her eyes, and that look—sex-sated and sweetly sleepy—caught him straight in the heart.

“Breakfast?” She blinked a couple of times, and Lewis thought he could spend most of the day just looking at the graceful way her eyelashes framed her eyes.

“Yeah, we feasted on each other through the night but neglected to have any supper.”

The sound of her stomach growling just made him smile. It wasn’t the first time the mention of food had elicited that tummy response.

“You’re both spoiling me.”

“Yup.” He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth for a short foray. Then he raised his head and grinned at her.

“Spoiling you is not a problem.” Randy moved closer to their woman and spooned her. “We’ll be out before too long, bro.”

“Enjoy.” It took him only a moment to grab some clothes. He meant the sentiment he’d just voiced to Randy. Lewis didn’t know why he didn’t feel any jealousy when it came to sharing Michaela with Randy. He only knew that not only was that emotion nowhere in sight he also knew that their sharing her was right.

Meant to be.

Lewis realized he was still grinning as he made a pit stop in the bathroom and tugged his clothes on. The smile didn’t diminish one bit as he made his way into the kitchen. He’d smiled and laughed more since he’d been here in Texas than he ever had.

If he’d been asked a year ago