Love Under Two Outfitters Cara Covington (primary phonics txt) 📖

and met the gaze of the lover whose cock made gentle stroking motions against her wet flesh.

“I love you, my Alice.” Ken moved his hips and thrust his cock into her in one slow and steady push.

“I love you.” She raised her arms and wrapped them around Ken’s neck. Lifting her head, she mated her lips to his, drinking her nectar and his flavor together. He slid his hands beneath her and rolled them on the bed, neatly reversing their positions.

Her flesh tingled with renewed need. Lifting her lips from his, and with her knees on the mattress on either side of Ken’s hips and her hands, palms open and braced on his chest, she began to move, to work the connection between them, to arouse and seduce them both.

The hot, claiming stroke down her back worshipped and commanded her at the same time. Responding to that touch, she lowered her breasts to her lover’s chest, relishing the sensation of his hair against her nipples.

Ken’s grin, feral and so masculine, sent a shaft of pure need racing through her. In this position, her bottom in the air, she was truly at the mercy of her men—and there was truly no other place, and no other way, she wanted to be.

The slick chill of the lube on Ian’s fingers caressed and spread gel and horniness in equal measure. She felt his heat tent her, and when the soft-over-hot sensation of his condom-covered cockhead pressed against her anus, Alice mewled, a sound of desperation and demand.

He bent over her and kissed her shoulder. “I love you, Alice. Now and forever.”

“I love you, Ian. Take me.”

He pushed, the slow and inexorable force pressing him into her. Her sphincter responded immediately with an equally slow and inexorable surrender.

I belong to them. My body will always surrender to their demands. This had become Alice’s truth, and she surrendered to it joyfully.

Her sphincter opened completely, and Ian’s cock slid all the way into her.

“Oh…oh. So full. I need…”

“Yes.” Ian’s voice quivered as if under stress. Alice realized the stress was his fight for control.

“Yes.” Ken’s tone held wonder, and Alice was there with him, with them both. The wonder was this sacred realty. From three into one. Forever now, joined as one heart, one soul, one love.

Alice began to shake, unable to stop herself from moving. She sought no permission and understood just as her body had joyfully surrendered to their demands and needs, so they, now, returned that blessing.

Moving, taking, giving, she began to fuck her lovers. Down and in, up and back, she took them. A seesaw motion of sexual sharing, their cocks moved in and out of her in a rhythm of need naturally morphing to greed.

In and out, back and forth, over and over and over, Alice fucked her mates, claiming as she was claimed, demanding as they had demanded, until reason fell silent and only lust remained.

Faster, deeper, no rhythm now, no balance, just more and more and more until she screamed out, a shrill, triumphant blare of completion. She heard her men shout and felt the ejaculations of their cocks into her body—one stream that bathed her womb and the other that filled a condom, pressing that pulsating heat against her colon.

Rapture erupted anew, such deep, incredible rapture that she wondered if the three of them hadn’t somehow reached that plane upon which heaven dwelt. Wave after wave tore her down and built her up. As the ecstasy waned, Alice felt forever changed—and forever theirs.

Ian’s weight slowly lifted from her, and she murmured in protest. His masculine sound of comfort caressed her. He withdrew, and she felt his absence, but he was back in barely a minute. A warm, wet cloth lifted the lube from her. Ken turned onto his side, gently easing her onto the mattress.

His cock slipped out, but her protest was cut off by the way Ian joined them, spooning her and sealing their heat and their essence between them. A sheet and blanket were pulled up. Alice sighed. It’s like the sacredness of our joining has ebbed, replaced by a more earthy kind of comfort.

“I hope you don’t want a long engagement, sweetheart.” Ken kissed the top of her head.

“I don’t. Nor a big wedding. In my heart, we’re already married, and this last interlude has sealed it.”

“I feel the same way,” Ian said. “So we’ll discuss the details—after.”

“After what?” Alice thought she’d asked a rhetorical question. She knew the answer. How lucky was she to have found these men, two men who’d been somehow outfitted by life to be her perfect mates?

“Why, after we nap and then have round two, of course,” Ken said.

“Then let’s not waste a single moment.” Alice yawned, and her men chuckled. As sleep descended, she knew she would forever be grateful she’d found a town called Lusty—and a love to call her own.

Chapter Twenty-One

“Grandpa’s kind of old-fashioned,” Ian said as he shut off the SUV. “He’d like it if we came in for a moment before we all headed off to supper.”

Noah Benedict the elder had invited them to supper at Lusty Appetites. He didn’t drive much anymore, so they were picking him up. “I like your grandfather,” Alice said. “And I like his house! So many sweet touches of his wife.” She smiled. “I’ll bet it’s those touches that have made it easier for him to call Lusty home.”

“I think you’re right.” Ken had opened the passenger door and held his hand out to her. She accepted the assistance and gave him a small kiss as thanks.

“Though he said he’d always planned to move here,” Ken said. “He and his father had always considered Lusty to be home.”

“He told me the story of how his father Thomas and his brothers came to Lusty.” To Alice’s mind, it was a very compelling story.

“I know you like Grandpa, and that pleases us immensely,” Ian said. “So thank you for being so willing to change our plans at the last minute.”

“You don’t