Free Brit Party by Desiree Holt, Brynn Paulin, Ashley Ladd Page B

embraced Christopher again.
    She felt his hand working between them, stroking the crack of her ass and slowly working between the globes. She stiffened as his fingertip circled her anus.
    "Relax, luv. I won't hurt you,” he said. He kissed her shoulder. He tossed a small packet on the bed beside them about the same time she realised his fingertip was slippery and he was working it past her ring of untried muscles. She went rigid and his teeth sank into her shoulder. She jerked at the pain, even as she was aroused by his primal move.
    And his finger was all the way in her.
    He'd bitten her as a distraction. Bad bad man. Sliding her hand down, she pinched his ass in retribution. Wild ribbons of illicit pleasure wove through her as she journeyed a path she'd never taken ... riding one man ... another's fingers—at least two now—in her ass. Christopher mimicked her rhythm over Jason, plunging and withdrawing in time to each stroke.
    Who was this wanton woman?
    Invigorated, she leaned forward on all fours over Jason, slamming down on his cock and grinding her pelvis to his with each downward drive.
    "Faster,” Christopher urged.
    Jason's lips clamped over one nipple, pulling and tugging as she rocked. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak and he soothed it with his tongue the way she had with his cock.
    Thought slipped away and she became a ball of sensation. Bodies, hands and mouths became like one. All she knew was the pleasure arcing over her like electric surges dancing over her skin and through her blood. Orgasm after orgasm wrung from her as she cried out hoarsely. She may have screamed. She didn't know. She was vaguely aware of Jason stiffening beneath her, his cum spraying inside her. Their hot fluid coated his cock and dripped from them as he continued to move.
    The pungent aroma of sex filled the air. Dana wanted it to fill her, further arouse her senses. Behind her, Christopher withdrew his fingers and left her to complete her ride with only Jason's cock filling her. Another mild release riffled through her before she collapsed on Jason's chest.
    She slid sideways onto the mattress, exhausted, her fluid and Jason's cum running onto her thighs.
    "Oh my God,” she mumbled.
    "Yeah,” Christopher replied.
    "You didn't wear a condom,” she said, vaguely indifferent to the knowledge. Shouldn't she care? Too much effort right now. She'd care in the morning.
    "Mumps,” Jason murmured. “Sterile ... and clean."
    "Sorry."
    "It's cool. Christopher's fine ... when we decide to be parents. Makes sex easier for me."
    "Mmm ... we'll have to do that again.” But not now ... she couldn't move.
    "At your command,” Jason panted.
    "Whenever you want,” Christopher said at the same time.
    Together, the men pulled her up the bed to lay properly on the bed instead of sprawled across the middle.
    She smiled, burrowing her head into the pillows as Christopher snuggled into her front, his thigh between hers, and Jason spooned her back. Her boy toys...
    Her brow furrowed. But how long could she keep up with them?
    Didn't matter. This was a weekend fling. Before she knew it, they'd be on to whatever young thing caught their eye and she'd have some great memories.
    She squeezed shut her eyes as overwhelming pain hollowed her middle. How would she bear it?
    "How long before you're ready again?” she asked. Tonight was about sex ... tomorrow about business and Sunday about going home. Until then, she didn't want to think.
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Chapter Three
    Dana slowly came awake. It took her a moment to remember she wasn't at home in her own bed. It took her a few seconds longer to remember why two heavy weights crossed her middle, holding her securely.
    Jason and Christopher. Last night had been...
    She had no words for it and for once in her life she wasn't going to do the scientist thing and analyze it to death. They'd fucked her like crazy and she was still tingling.
    And she needed a shower. She shifted, feeling her legs