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pleasure beautifully,” he said. “That was a fabulous gift you gave us. But it was more.”

“That, baby, was something designed just for you.” Brandon’s deep voice covered her. “That was subspace.”

 

Chapter Fourteen

“I thought subspace was a myth. Even though two women I consider friends told me otherwise…I still didn’t quite believe it.”

Water poured down, the heat of the shower doing wonders for Rachel’s exhaustion. As hands bathed her and arms supported her, she closed her eyes, her head back, and simply enjoyed.

“And now you know,” Brandon said. “That was one of the things we’d hoped would happen tonight. You submitted so beautifully, baby. You let go completely, allowing all those interesting hormones to do their job and give you a visit to a new happy place.”

“Happy place is right. Even though I was a little dizzy and a bit disoriented, I liked it, a lot. It was such a…liberating experience.”

“It really is hormones and chemicals,” Trace said. “The human body is an amazing thing. Especially yours.” Trace practically growled those last two words.

Rachel knew she wasn’t beautiful—a fact, a completely objective fact. She wasn’t skinny, nor was she toned. More facts, also indisputable. However, apparently, these men thought she was just right for them. They thought she was enough for them both, and wasn’t that a miracle?

“Being in subspace was like taking a mini vacation. An instant stress buster.” She sighed.

“Does that mean you’re not too tired?” Trace asked.

Brandon was holding her, his front bracing her back while Trace took exquisite care of ensuring her breasts and pussy were very well bathed. She opened her eyes and met Trace’s heated gaze. “Too tired for what?”

“A little mutual munching.” His grin, both sexy and mischievous, was now one of her favorite things.

“Mutual munching, is it?” She grinned right back at him. Of course, she’d heard the expression, “sixty-nine”, but had never experienced the phenomenon before. The image formed, instantly igniting her arousal, banishing any thought of sleep. She wanted anything and everything her lovers wanted to do to and with her.

Rachel realized she’d become greedy. She wanted it all.

There was really only one response she could give him. “Teach me.”

Trace rinsed her and reached for her. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue commanding as he invaded her mouth. His flavor compelled her to take and to give. She drank him in even as he was drinking her. She wrapped her arms around him, pressed close, and surrendered.

Lifting her, Trace carried her out of the shower to the bench along the wall. Brandon laid a towel on that bench, which she saw when Trace lifted his lips from hers.

Trace sat, accepting another towel Brandon handed him. Together, the two men dried her body and hair, quickly and efficiently.

Brandon had stepped out of the bathroom but returned to scoop her off Trace’s lap. The sense of urgency she felt became palpable and shared. Brandon laid her on the center of the bed and stepped back. When he nodded to Trace, Rachel looked at the younger man. He came down on top her, his mouth once more claiming hers. Though he didn’t ask it of her, she submitted, letting him control her and their kiss. His flavor became a part of her, and his taste sped through her blood. He ended their kiss and grinned at her.

“On your side, sweetheart, facing me.” He moved away, giving her room to maneuver.

She immediately obeyed, and Trace returned to her, but he reversed his position, laying head-to-toe, putting his mouth in just the right place. He edged closer and met her gaze.

“Suck me off, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

Rachel didn’t need to be asked twice. Adjusting her position to fit his body, she nuzzled Trace’s scrotum and rubbed her nose in the nest of his curls. She inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of this man, a scent that made all her lady bits vibrate with hunger.

She fisted his cock, her hold of him firm, drawing him closer, and then, finally, drawing him in.

Rachel thought she might be addicted to the sensation of cock in her mouth—as long as that cock belonged to either Trace or Brandon. For one moment, she had the sense of Brandon lying down on the bed behind her, and then her attention was captured by the lips and tongue that began to explore the lips of her pussy and the depths of her cunt.

Sizzling and searing, the sensations, the electricity, snapped along her nerve endings, sending jolts of pure erotic joy dancing through every inch of her. Rachel focused on stroking Trace’s shaft with her tongue and sucking on his cock, even as she began to shiver with the height of her arousal.

Drops of precum coated her throat, teasing her taste buds while her nipples drew tight and her pelvic floor muscles contracted in her body’s instinct to pull her climax to her.

Her right hand continued to hold Trace’s cock firmly at its base while her left hand cupped and gently stroked his balls.

The soft masculine globes grew hotter, tighter, and the sound of Trace’s groan thrilled her, literally. The sound vibration against her cunt sent her arousal even higher. She loved pleasuring her lover. She needed to taste him, to drink down his seed, to show him that she needed him, wanted him. Loved him?

Rachel stopped thinking. There was only room here to give. To take. To soar.

Instinctively, she felt Trace reach the brink. His entire body trembled as he groaned and began to thrust his cock in small, edgy little thrusts. Rachel gave him the freedom he needed, relaxing her lips around his flesh. Ceding control. And then she was sucking and swallowing his ejaculate as her own orgasm began to emerge.

Rachel’s climax poured out of her, consuming her entire being, rendering her incapable of doing anything but take and take and take.

Brandon caressed her bottom, a firm, commanding touch. And then he twisted and then eased the butt plug out of her, and she screamed around Trace’s cock as rapture