Lie to Me by Tori St. Claire Read Free Book Online

forever in this imaginary place where the man who haunted her dreams made sweet love to her like she was the only woman who could ever satisfy his need.
    Vasily didn’t disappoint. Before she could spiral down from the precipice of ecstasy, he sucked at her clit. The wet sounds of his tongue lapping at her even wetter pussy filled her ears, leveling sensation off somewhere between mind-numbing and pleasant. She sank into the firm grip of his hands against her buttocks, and her thigh brushed against Saeed’s hard erection.
    Saeed’s gentle fingers circled around her forbidden entrance, pulling forth sensations Sasha hadn’t known existed. The pressure there filled her with a strange mix of apprehension and yearning. She wanted more of something she couldn’t define, and something she was quite certain she shouldn’t want at all. The fire arcing through her body scared her. Yet she was drawn to it all the same.
    As Vasily tongued her once again, drawing her hips back into an erotic dance, the conflict of feeling crested, then broke into sheer pleasure. Lost beneath the assault of Vasily’s mouth, the skillfulness of his fingers against her clit, she moved against the waves of warmth that flowed over her body. Her hips thrust back against Saeed’s caress, the oils he’d used intensifying the heat there. He pressed forward, and one thick finger slid past the tight band of muscle, into her narrow channel.
    Shock brought Sasha’s world to a standstill for a heartbeat. A burning sensation spread through her, but before it could fully develop into pain, it eased off, stopping just at the edge. In the next heavy drum of her heart, both men moved. Vasily slipped two fingers inside to stroke her hidden sweet spot and Saeed slowly withdrew. The countered rhythm gave way to a whole new world of feeling. She rocked against their carefully measured strokes, gasping as each rise and fall of her hips provoked one ripple of pleasure after another. She didn’t know which way to move, which way would satisfy the quick, hard rush of need.
    Her hands tightened in Vasily’s hair, holding his mouth against her. Sweet God, she needed more than just the thrust of his tongue. She wanted all of him. His thick cock embedded inside her. The weighty feel of his body pressing hers into the mattress.
    As if he sensed she needed more, his hands left her hips and gathered her breasts, kneading, massaging, pinching almost to the point of pain, then easing off, only to take her there again. Behind her, she felt Saeed scissor two fingers inside her untried channel, stretching her wider. Sasha tossed her head, thrashing against the wild sensations. She couldn’t take much more of this. If she didn’t come again, she was going to shatter into bits.
    “She is ready,” Saeed murmured.
    “Take her,” Vasily ground out harshly. “I need a condom.”
    For one torturous moment, Sasha hung suspended in their arms. Breathless and panting, she waited as Saeed fumbled in the nightstand. And then his hands clutched her tenderly, shifting her position so his slickened cock slid through the cleft between her buttocks. She held her breath, instinctually afraid.
    “Easy,
habibti
. Relax against me,” Saeed murmured at her shoulder. He nudged his hips forward, his wide, thick head slowly entering her, stretching her. “I have you, Sasha.” His lips fluttered over her skin, his whisper a comforting caress. “Relax and let me take you.” He angled his hips again and his cock inched deeper.
    Sasha let out a whimper.
    “You need only say no, and it all stops.” Vasily’s harsh voice held a strange, unexpected compassion, along with a sharp note of warning she suspected was meant for Saeed.
    The concern in that simple statement, the consideration a total stranger gave her, made something deep inside her unravel. She relaxed into Saeed’s embrace, opening her body to their mutual desires. Saeed eased forward, working his erection into her narrow channel,