Rescuing Their Virgin Mate(44)

“You are a devil, woman.”

She liked how one lick could excite him. She’d almost forgotten Dirk was behind her, but as soon as he pinched her nipples, bliss swirled in her belly.

He leaned over and ran a tongue down her spine. “I am going to love you long and hard.”

His cock slipped between her folds, and her juices allowed him to slide in. Her breath caught. Dear Lord. He’d never fit, not with the plug in her ass. She tightened down on his cock and Dirk dragged his hands from her tits to her ass.

He pinched her tight. “Don’t move, sweetheart, or you won’t get any relief.”

His inner beast must be winning the fight. She nodded and slowly lowered her lips over Clay, careful not to set him off.

Dirk inched into her. His cock expanded and stretched her to the point of tears, and the friction robbed her of all sanity. She needed more. Dirk seemed to understand her body, as well, because he nudged her legs wider apart and plowed in. The plug moved and hit new nerves. Pure pleasure shot straight into her bloodstream.

“Sugar?”

Her mind splintered as both men took her, each touch pouring passion into her. Clay rubbed her shoulders and neck. He hissed and groaned and his body swayed as if he was saying some prayer, asking for strength. A low rumble bubbled up and his grip tightened.

Dirk clasped her tits and massaged them. “God, what you do to me.” As he rolled her nipples, her breasts swelled. With one final push, his cock slammed into the end of her hot sheath. Her body nearly exploded.

He pulled out a bit and drove right back in. Her world spun. Thoughts jumbled.

The faster he went the harder she sucked on Clay’s cock until they were swaying and pumping and pounding. The scent of sex mingled with the moans, groans, and grunts. For a moment, she thought the heat would suffocate her.

She lifted her head. “Clay! Dirk!”

Dirk didn’t let up his assault. She returned to sucking on Clay. Her body trembled as her muscles convulsed. Their passion filled and heated her. She balanced on the edge of her climax trying not to come, but the joy that surrounded her tested her resolve.

“Sugar, watch out.”

A second after he spoke, his hot cum seared her throat, and she had to swallow fast to keep up with the flow. He pulled out of her mouth, and she gulped in a deep breath.

Dirk lifted his fingers to her shoulders, placing them where Clay’s had been seconds before. He leaned over her back. “You are mine. Come for me.”

The whispered closeness was the push she needed. His fangs drove into her neck as his cock pounded into her once more. The climax she’d kept at bay swept her higher and higher until she finally burst.

Dirk’s feral yell erupted, and her scream matched his. She dropped her head. The bliss soaked her body. His cock pulsed and throbbed as his hot semen slammed into her. His head landed on her back, and he slid his hands around her waist.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

Those words were said in a heated moment, but they settled deep within her, nonetheless, and she smiled.

Love you, too.

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Both men insisted on fixing her lunch. She was hungrier than ever. The sex wore her out. Even after an hour, her body still pulsed.

Dirk placed a tray of lunchmeats on the table. “Got a present for you.”

Her hand slapped her chest. “Really?”

He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a phone. “I’d planned to give it to you as soon as you arrived, but you distracted me.” He handed it to her. “Is this your phone?”

“No. It’s a burn phone. It can’t be traced. I thought you’d like to call your mom. You said you hadn’t spoken with her in weeks.”

She jumped out of her seat and threw her arms around his neck. “That’s the best present!”

He kissed her. “I’m glad you like it. Lunch can wait if you want to call her now.”

Costa Rica was an hour earlier. Her mom would be preparing the meal for her dad and anyone else who happened to stop over. “I’ll eat first. She might be busy.”

In truth, she needed time to think what she wanted to say. Even if she explained how Hood could have traced her phone and find her again, her mom might not understand why Elena hadn’t called sooner.

Clay sat opposite her. “You okay, sugar? Your face lost some of its color.”

“I want to call my mom, but I know she’ll have a million questions I can’t answer.”

“Or don’t want to answer.”

That was closer to the truth. “Yeah.”

Keeping the rest of her thoughts to herself, she made a sandwich. As good as it tasted, she’d lost her appetite. She pushed back her chair. “Will you excuse me?” She waved the phone.