Chapter Six

Melissa had no idea what was coming next, but she smiled to see their flurry of activity and the way their naked bodies moved and flexed around her.

First, Trent tugged the pillows out from under her and tossed them to the side. Mike pulled her over while Trent made himself comfortable in the spot where Melissa had lain. Mike tossed over a condom and each man spent a few seconds encasing their cocks in protection. Her eyes darted from one man to the other. She desperately wanted a camera, or for them to move at half speed. Their bodies, their actions, hell, just being here was sexier than anything, and she wanted to capture the moment forever.

Wrapping his hand around his cock, Trent pumped it a couple of times before calling her over to join him. She rose to her knees and came closer. With a jerk, he yanked her down over his massive chest, making her gasp at the contact.

“Straddle me,” he ordered, and she did so clumsily. He was so freaking big she felt stretched just trying to place her knees on each side of his hips.

“What do you want me to do?” Melissa asked, wondering if she should try to work his erection inside her.

“You’re doing exactly what we need you to do, sweetheart. Mike, it’s in the left drawer.”

She glanced over to see Mike rummaging through Trent’s nightstand. Now what was up with that? Before she could find out, Trent slipped a hand around her head and brought her down for a bone-melting kiss.

Aahhh. She sighed into his mouth, loving the way he took and demanded from her. She loved how, when she met each touch of his tongue, he wanted more. She thrilled with the sensation, like she was progressing. Every time she could match him, he changed the rules, letting her learn and catch up. Then he’d move her head or nip at her lips and swirl his tongue around hers, every time showing her something new and exciting.

She held him back as tightly as he held her and her blood heated from the inside out. She’d never had any man touch her, hold her, kiss her, love her like these two did. She wasn’t just lucky. She was meant for them, and they for her.

So lost in Trent’s kisses, Melissa didn’t pay too much attention to Mike at first. She knew he was there behind her. He caressed her ass and played with her pussy and even her rear entrance. She pushed back against him, craving his touch. When he slapped her bottom, she jumped, but returned to her position, as if asking for more.

His earlier spankings had shocked her at first, but after the initial surprise, she’d been almost embarrassed by how much the sharp stings had turned her on. Even now, as he struck her in a rhythmic pattern, she moaned with pleasure.

Cool liquid ran down the crack of her ass and she welcomed the icy feel after the burning torture Trent had put her through. When Mike focused on her puckered hole, she felt pretty sure she knew what was coming.

“Trent, need your help a minute.”

She heard Mike’s voice as though through a tunnel. When Trent nipped her lips and pulled back, she lay her head down on his chest and tried to catch her breath, which was hard now that Mike kept pushing her nerves higher.

Mike spoke to Trent first. “Grab that over there for me, would you? Thanks. Melissa, turn your head to me.” He’d pressed his body against hers and his cock felt overly huge nestled in the crack of her ass. She looked over her shoulder, then laughed. He held out a chocolate chip cookie.

“You’re wanting to feed me? Now?”

“No, baby.” There went his wicked grin again. “You did a very bad thing in bringing this kind of food into our kitchen. You know that, right?”

Uh-oh. “Um, yes,” she answered carefully.

“You want cookies, you let us know. We’ll make them for you. Hell, from now on we’ll be sure to keep fresh batches available. That, or you keep this store-bought, preservative-filled, substituted-ingredient crap in your own cabinets. Am I clear?”

She swallowed, not liking the firm tone and hard stare. But she understood. She’d known even before now, it just sucked that she’d been caught. “Perfectly,” she answered honestly.

“Good. Now, because you broke the rules—and we all know you knew better, here’s what’s going to happen. Trent and I are going to fuck you at the same time. He’ll screw your pussy while I take your ass.”

Melissa had figured that was what would happen, but hearing the coarse words, the blunt language and the definitive way he spoke made her flush from head to toe. But she couldn’t concentrate on her body yet, Mike still demanded her attention.

“You are to hold this cookie between your teeth while we take you. We’re going to go nice and easy and take our time. If you bite the cookie, we take you hard and fast. If the cookie falls, we take you hard and fast. You will gently hold this thing, with your teeth, until I tell you that you can let go. Any questions?”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”

He sniffed the hard cookie, wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “No. Serious. Now open up.”

She glared at him, but opened her mouth as he wanted. He pushed the cookie between her teeth until the offending dessert pressed halfway in.

“Bite gently. Good girl, just like that. Remember, don’t let it fall, and don’t bite it off.” He smiled and pushed her head away from him. She looked down at Trent, whose eyes laughed back at her, and she glared at him for good measure.

This time, when Mike played with her bottom, everything within her responded, as if her body knew and wanted the dangerous excitement to come.

The cookie tasted sweet on her tongue, if not a little hard. She wanted to lick at the chocolate, but knew that if she did, she’d probably want more, then the cookie would fall and that’d be all she wrote. She squeezed her eyes shut.

Trent ran his hands over her shoulders and back, reaching down to her ass and pulling her cheeks apart for Mike. More cold liquid poured down her ass and this time Mike succeeded in pushing a large finger into her backside. Sure and steady, he didn’t stop, even though her muscles protested. Melissa whimpered at the strange intrusion and tilted her head back, hating that they’d made her just about immobile.

When Mike pushed a second finger inside her, her ass clenched down and she shook her head. Too much. Too much. Her refusal to let him in earned her a hard slap on her bottom. She cried out around the cookie, but blinked hard in amazement because when her ass settled his second finger was able to slide right in along the first.

Trent rotated his hips, making his cock rub over her pussy, and the added play relaxed her muscles even further. She closed her eyes, thinking this wouldn’t be so bad. The sensations building in her were new and she wanted to chase after them to see where they would take her.

His fingers left her ass, but no sooner could she relax than the broad head of his penis was pushing through her tight ring of muscles. She didn’t want him in her, but at the same time, she did. She groaned, the action tightening her jaw, and she felt the hard press of the cookie against her teeth. Shit. She’d better stop thinking about what Mike was doing and focus to keeping the cookie in one piece.

True to his word, Mike worked himself into her ass in small increments. He’d push, stop, run his hands over her back and hips, telling her with words and actions how tight she felt, how great she was taking him, how he loved how her back dipped or the flare of her hips or the way he’d made her ass such a pretty pink colour. Trent did his part, kissing her neck and shoulders, mixing with Mike’s hands on her body, and always rubbing that delicious cock over her engorged clit.

Her ass burned and her virgin muscles fought his entry, but soon he’d seated himself fully. With a final shove, his groin bumped her ass. Mike let out a long, low groan, as if he’d just run a marathon. Melissa let her throat work to match him, knowing the feeling was mutual.

She wanted to talk, to lick her lips, to eat the damn chocolate morsels teasing her tongue, but according to what Mike had said, they were only halfway done.

Now that Mike was tucked snugly into her backside, he lifted her hips, causing his cock to move and slide inside her, while Trent reached down, set his crown to her entrance and pushed hard yet steadily to insinuate himself into her pussy.

“Oh, God,” Melissa muttered around the cookie between her teeth. Words were forcing themselves from her throat whether they had meaning or not. She wanted to rest her head on Trent’s shoulder, but she was afraid she’d bump and break the cookie. As Trent worked his cock in, a lot faster than Mike had pushed into her ass, the feeling of being stuffed took on an entirely new meaning. Every nerve ending went taut and her body battled to figure out if these sensations were pleasure or pain.

She closed her eyes and breathed hard through her nose, doing her best not to scream and grit her teeth.

“Fuck, yeah,” Mike said from behind her. He stroked her hair, turning her so she could see him over her shoulder. Sweat beaded up on her brow and her nostrils flared. What now?

“I am so proud of you, Melissa.” He touched the cookie. “You can let go, unless you want to try to eat it.”

She opened her mouth and let it fall into his hand. Pain shot through her jaw and she took a few seconds to work it open and shut, then in circles, until the muscles there began to relax. She laid her head on Trent’s chest as they allowed her these moments to get used to them. No words were said, but Mike was the first to move. He slid back, the drag of his cock inside her making her tense. When he shifted and pushed back in, Trent eased away. Slow at first, then gaining speed as her body eased around their actions, the men worked in tandem, one sliding out while the other thrust in. Back and forth, as if they were taking turns in their efforts to please her, they became the tools to stir her body to life.

She reached down and trailed her nails over Mike’s hips. The flex of muscles as he worked himself in and out of her rippled under her fingers. She dropped her arms and touched Trent, loving how both surrounded her.

Melissa had thought her orgasm would build slowly, especially with as many times as she’d already come tonight, but her body had different plans. One minute Melissa was all about touching her men and enjoying the new feelings they were providing her, and the next minute, she was thrashing between them. Their cocks stirred her inner nerves to life, as if they’d shot pure adrenaline into her system. She grabbed onto Trent, onto the bedsheets, onto anything her fingers could claw around. Her moans came louder and turned into fierce cries, begging them for more, for release.

How long can they keep this up? she wondered frantically. She wanted to laugh and shout, but the signal became tangled somewhere between her brain and her tongue. Incoherent words, phrases, sounds, were her way to let them know how much she loved every thrust and pull.

When her orgasm hit, she lost track of everything. Shot up in a spiral dance, Melissa zipped through the universe and never wanted to come back down. Trent and Mike each followed with their releases, and the pulsing cocks nestled deep inside her set off a ricochet effect of pleasure heaped upon pleasure.

And true to their earlier word, when Melissa’s body exhausted itself completely, she laid her head on Trent’s shoulder and drifted off with a heavy, satisfied sigh.

* * * *

Melissa roused when the men tugged her up and into the large shower. They washed her head to toe and everywhere in between, then carried her back to Trent’s bed and snuggled her close between them.

“Umm,” she murmured, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so amazing.”

Trent’s broad chest heated up Melissa’s back, and Mike’s easy breaths stirred the bangs around her face. They ran their hands softly over her body, keeping her nerves at a simmer.

“Thank you, guys,” she said sleepily. “I’ve never had a better night. I can’t wait to sleep, sleep, sleep.”

“Oh, you can’t go to sleep yet, baby,” Mike corrected. “You haven’t had dessert yet.”

She frowned. “I’m too full for dessert.”

“Too bad,” Trent said from behind, giving her ear a nip. “We want our sweet ending, and no five-course meal is complete without one.”

She huffed, but otherwise didn’t respond. At this point, she wanted to say to hell with it, why not, but thought her flippant answer might set them off with another demand. This time, she was too exhausted to even contemplate fulfilling anyone’s orders.

She dozed as they kissed their way down her body—Trent along her back and Mike along her front. When they got to her legs, one of them lifted her top leg and held it high in the air. Good thing, because her body was so lax it’d probably fall on one of their heads.

Wait. What were their heads doing down there?

“Ah, ahh, ahhh,” she mustered the energy to cry out when they swiped their tongues over her exposed flesh. Mike slicked his over her pussy and clit, playing with her softly and gently. Trent circled her ass and he used the tip to flick at her hole.

A part of her wanted to push them away, but their taking of her this time was sweet and easy. Light. Tender. They didn’t hurry or press. There were no requests for more. Simply gentle lapping and soft sucking.

Melissa sighed and sank farther into the mattress, her body now needing what the men were doling out. And this time, when her orgasm came, it swept through her body like smooth cream. Heavy, sated and delightful. Her body undulated softly through the passing of the pleasure, and when she drifted back down, Trent and Mike took their time easing away from her, as if they knew not to interrupt the roll.

She smiled as Trent and Mike returned in their spots, surrounding her.

“I love you two,” Melissa murmured on a whisper. Their returning answers of the same topped off her night, as she slipped into sleep.