Love Under Two Jessops by Cara Covington Read Free Book Online

but held as she was, she could only lie there and take what they gave her.
    “I knew you’d be hot.” Andrew’s words brushed her face. He looked down at her breasts, and she knew he could see the way her nipples had gone rock hard, the areola contracting into a rough, pebbled patch of skin over delicate nerve endings.
    “I love your breasts. I’ve wanted them in my hands and my mouth for so damn long, imagined them there.” He lowered his head and made yummy-sounds as he sucked one nipple into his mouth. Chloe watched him suckle and felt Grant’s cock moving in her at the same time.
    “Eyes on me.”
    Grant’s command snapped her attention back to him. He smiled, his mouth moving slow and sweet. “Squeeze me.” Another time she might have protested his bossiness. Right then, she reveled in it. Desperate to pleasure him, desperate to be pleasured, she contracted her pelvic floor muscles, giving him a rippling caress along the length of his cock.
    “Oh yeah, that’s right, just like that.” He cupped her ass in his hands and kept his rhythm steady with long strokes that took him to the bottom with every thrust. “You have got a great cunt, woman. Hot and wet and wrapped around my cock nice and tight. You were made for us, Chloe Rhodes.”
    He fucked her with such deliberation, such attention, that the world shrank, and became just this bed, and just the three of them.
    Andrew let go of her nipple with a wet plop. Using one hand he cradled her breast, making her super aware of the plumpness of her flesh, and the massive capacity of his hand.
    She usually felt so self-conscious of her size. She’d had curves since hitting puberty and nothing she could ever do seemed to tame them. To call her figure hourglass was nearly an understatement. Her waist wasn’t tiny, not at all, but her breasts and hips blossomed from above and below it, so that her waist was definitely smaller by comparison.
    She’d been called fat, chubby, and a freak. She’d experienced the stress of other kids making “oinking” sounds as she walked past them in the halls in high school. As an adult working her way through life, she’d been sneered at way too often by her some of her svelte and bitchy female coworkers.
    These men made her feel petite, for God’s sake.
    “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” Grant’s words pulled her focus back to him, as if he’d known, somehow, where her thoughts had taken her.
    “You’ve had us both hard for a long time, woman.” In and out, in and out, slow, and thick, and deep. “You haven’t even been aware of how turned on you’ve had us, Chloe, just by being .”
    “Honest to God, Chloe-doe,” Andrew whispered his words against the shell of her ear, “you’re the sexiest woman we’ve ever known.”
    Chloe-doe? If he starts singing “Do Re Mi” from The Sound of Music , I’m going to hit him. Then his words fully registered, and when she looked into his eyes, she knew he spoke only the truth.
    These men overwhelmed her with their heat and their masculinity, and they humbled her with their tenderness and sensitivity.
    How could she have ever known there were men like these in the world?
    “More.” She looked from one to the other of her lovers. “I need more. I need you both. I need everything . Oh, please !”
    She couldn’t read whatever message passed between the men. But in the next instant Andrew slid away from them slightly, giving his brother room to move. Grant once more slid one hand beneath her bottom and the other under her shoulders. His actions brought her even closer to him, lifting her off the bed so that she felt gathered in and pressed close. She felt cherished .
    “I have you, baby girl.” He whispered the words, his tone low and intimate in between tiny kisses on her cheeks, nose, and eyes. “I have you. We’re going to take such very good care of you, I promise. Kiss me, honey. Let me love you.”
    Not demanding, no, not now. Oh, here was such