to this body I was in, to her. They were hers. Her mates.
The man behind me fanned the swirl of my ear with his hot breath, his tongue following. “Two mates.”
“Four hands.” His palms gave my swollen breasts a careful squeeze as his partner worked my pussy and my ass with one hand. His other was laid across my abdomen, holding me down. Trapping me between the two powerful warriors. A finger curled inside me, hitting a spot that had me shifting my hips. The hand on my abdomen firmly held me in place.
“Two mouths.” I angled my head to the side as his lips slid down my neck, lighting a fiery wake. Instead of the tongue flicking over my clit, a mouth, hot and wet, settled over me, licked, suctioned slightly like he was kissing me there. Worshipping my body. The sudden gentleness, the feeling of being loved, washed through my mind like the most powerful aphrodisiac and I coiled even tighter. Desperate for them. Both of them. “Oh my god!”
“Two cocks.”
I felt the hard prod of one against my lower back. Thick and long. I felt a smear of wetness and I knew pre-cum oozed from the tip. He was as needy as I was.
“My balls ache with a need for me to sink into you.”
The guy before me swiped his flattened tongue from where his finger was deep inside me and up and over my clit. “You’ll feel how big I am. How hard you’ve made me. How crammed full you’ll be.”
I licked my lips as I clenched down on his finger. It wasn’t enough. I wanted that cock. I wanted the one that prodded at my back. I wanted them both. I wanted to be stuffed so full I’d never be able to forget them. I wanted to be dominated. And I wanted to be the woman who gave them pleasure. Who took their cum, the woman they cherished, would die to protect. Theirs.
This was crazy. Insane! I was dreaming—it had to be a dream—about two men. I’d never been with two men, let alone one guy who made me this hot. This needy.
I’d had sex before, I wasn’t a prude. But it had only released pent-up energy. A way to destress. I’d had a high-pressure job for years and sometimes a girl just needed to get off and her hand or vibrator just wouldn’t do.
A big cock was what was needed.
While I’d had a few big cocks, none had the skill of these two. And we hadn’t even gotten to the penis-in-vagina part.
“But first, you’ll come.”
“I want you now,” I ordered, knowing they’d deny me. Knowing they’d increase their attention, their sensual torment. I gasped as they continued their attentions.
“You’re our mate. It is our job, our privilege, to pleasure you,” the one behind me murmured, then pinched my nipples.
I gasped and the man between my legs growled. “Do that again. She just dripped all over my hand.”
“Don’t stop,” I begged again when he stopped licking my pussy to speak.
My nipples were pinched again, but nothing more was said. In seconds, I was brought to climax and I screamed. My body shook and I had no idea where I was. They completely destroyed me until the only thing I knew was them. They were real. Hot. Surrounding me. Keeping me sane as I came back to myself.
My blood thickened, my skin bloomed with sweat, my ears tingled. Lights even danced before my eyes. That was one hell of an orgasm.
“We’re not done, mate.” The one who’d ruthlessly played my clit moved back and the one behind me shifted, pulling me up so that my bare back pressed to the hot skin on his chest. His solid, muscled, huge chest. He pulled me back and suddenly I was pressed to his lap, my soft thighs brushing the rock-hard length of his, his knees bent enough so that I felt the flared crown of his cock slide over my slick and sensitive folds from behind. I felt the solidness of his body, the heat from his skin. He was so much bigger than me and I knew that he could hurt me easily. But that was not his intention. His goal was to fuck me, to make me feel good. Mission accomplished, but not finished. “That was just to warm you up. To get you all wet and swollen, ready for our big cocks.”
The tip slid in an inch, settled. God, he was big. I clenched and squeezed around him, adjusting to being stretched open.
“More?” he asked.
“More,” I breathed, wiggling my hips, but the hold on my waist kept me from moving, from lowering myself onto his hard length like I wanted to. I wanted him deep. Stretching me. Fucking me like a wild thing. Out of control.
“Bossy, isn’t she?” the one who’d licked my pussy said. He’d stood, but I still couldn’t see his face. Dreams were strange, blocking out the features of the man who’d eaten me out, but didn’t hide his naked body, his lean torso, the big cock that thrust toward me, eager to be inside. But I already had a cock in me, sliding in, retreating, going even deeper.
I reached for the huge cock in front of me, wrapped my fingers around the head and used my leverage on his sensitive organ to pull him toward me. Slowly, so I could take my time. Look. Lick my lips. Make him wait. Torment him the way he’d tormented me.
He chuckled and lifted a hand to trace the soft line of my jaw, my lower lip. “You won’t get fucked, mate, until my cock is in that hot mouth.”
Behind me, the other man froze, holding me in place, suspended in the air, half impaled. Desperate.
With a smile, I pulled the cock closer and leaned forward, closing my mouth around the tip.
“Thank the gods.” The roar behind me made me smile in satisfaction as my mate thrust up, hard and fast, burying himself in my tight pussy as my other mate thrust his hips forward, pushing his length into my open mouth.
His taste exploded on my tongue, nothing I’d ever experienced before. But she had. This woman whose sexual fantasy I was somehow hijacking. He tasted divine. Like heat and musk and man, and I sucked him deep, playing with his balls as the man behind me fucked me, my breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts.
The pleasure built in my mind. Mine. Theirs. It was strange and overwhelming and wonderful as we all shattered together, my pussy clamping down on one mate as my mouth sucked down on the other. Locking us together.
One.
Perfect.
Aftershocks rolled through me and the men’s voices grew softer, whispering words of love. Praise. Worship. I wanted to drown in it. Roll around in it. No one had ever talked to me like that. So much love. Devotion. Trust.
I never wanted it to end. But the voices faded. The room drifted in my mind like a dream melting away. I tried to hold onto it, but it faded. Left me bereft. Alone.
Cold.
Wherever I was, it was freaking cold. My body, my real body, shivered underneath a very lightweight fabric.
I startled awake, stared up at the plain white ceiling. I was breathing hard as if I’d run the hundred-meter dash, my skin damp with sweat. And my pussy? It ached from being filled with cock.
With imaginary cock.
I blinked, realized I was in the testing chair at the Interstellar Brides Processing Center. The testing.
