Love Under Two Financiers by Cara Covington (best free e reader .txt) 📗

people could lose their heads and their common sense due to love. I finally get it.

Leesa sighed. She really needed to work on getting out of her own head more. “I don’t think I could be doing any better, Jason, thank you.” She’d been almost certain that the heat from the Jacuzzi would have finished the job her lovers had begun and put her right to sleep.

With her eyes still closed, she let herself relish being between her lovers. Her hands clasped firmly in theirs gave her a sense of being completely safe. She’d thought that the moment they’d submerged themselves in this wondrous tub. She’d known she could go to sleep and they’d keep her safe.

How nice, though, that I’m not dozing off.

“Hmm. A full sentence, complete with a comma. Was I right about your catching a second wind, sweetheart?” Phillip asked.

“Mmm.” She was feeling a bit more awake, a little recovered, and a lot better than she could remember feeling, ever. “I do believe you were.”

“Is it enough of a second wind that you’d be agreeable to trying something new?”

That one sentence, delivered so close and in Jason’s yummy sex-god of a voice, was enough to light her fires to a full, hungry roar.

She’d thought she’d come out with some audacious, very bawdy comment in response. But what emerged was not that, at all. “Yes, please.”

Both men chuckled. It amazed her that she didn’t feel as if she was being laughed at. Instead, she felt as if she was being…praised.

Jason lifted her hand out of the water and brought it to his lips. “Is it the hot tub that encouraged that submissive tone, sweets, or us?”

“You. Most definitely you.”

“Perfect.”

Jason leaned over and put a kiss on her lips then got out of the tub. She had no idea what would happen next, but that was more than fine. She really did want them to be in charge of whatever “something new” would turn out to be.

“Come here, Leesa. Straddle me, knees on the bench, back straight.”

Phillip tugged on her hand, and she positioned herself as he asked. She felt his breath on her belly and his hands on her hips. The water in the tub wasn’t very high above the bench. The cool air of the room and the hot air of Phillip’s breath combined made her shiver. One part chill and two parts anticipation. I like it.

Jason stepped in front of her at the same instant that Phillip slid down. His mouth covered her pussy as Jason inched closer and stroked his cock.

“Put both hands on the side of the tub and suck me off, woman.”

An arrogant, even macho demand, one that she wouldn’t have ever believed she’d welcome, had just made her nipples peak and her juices flow. Thought became disjointed, and she hummed—in response to the sensation of Phillip eating her and the prospect of her doing exactly what Jason commanded.

She leaned forward, and he pushed forward. Then she opened her mouth and drew his hot, hard cock inside.

Leesa loved the sensation of his flesh within the cavern of her mouth. Somehow, she felt…womanly. Whole. Then thought completely disintegrated, and Leesa became a woman of sensation, a physical, earthy woman.

“Oh, yes. Leesa, yes! So damn good.” Jason sucked in a breath. His praise coated her, encouraged her.

She sucked as she stroked Jason’s shaft with her tongue, even as Phillip used his lips and tongue to gobble her down. She took, and she gave, and she enjoyed every single aspect of this moment. She loved the feeling of Jason’s hands on her head and Phillip’s on her hips as he focused his attention on her. She loved the light, teasing taste of Jason’s precum as she coaxed it from him. She shivered as the sweet zing of arousal grew and grew and as the deeply feminine pleasure of this intimate service given to one lover and received of another sent a uniquely different sort of pleasure through her.

Her hips began to bounce, just slightly, and the force of Phillip’s hands holding her still, holding her close to his face, became the fuse that burned, bringing her closer and closer still to climax.

“I’m close, baby. Will you drink me down?”

She hummed around Jason’s cock, and his low curse thrilled her. Her own orgasm was so close she thought her entire body vibrated with it. But she put every bit of her attention on Jason, on pleasing him. She began to draw deeply on him, as if she could suck his seed right out of his body.

“Leesa!”

His grip on her tightened as the first stream of his cum hit the back of her throat. His was a strong, savory flavor, a taste both unique and compelling. Her scream as she came, muted, seemed to add more force to Jason’s ejaculations. All she could do was swallow and shiver and trust the men holding her, surrounding her, to keep her safe.

On and on, stream after stream and wave upon wave of pleasure, given and received, filled her reality, the rapture somehow bigger and more substantial than any that had come before.

Jason stroked the side of her face, and she released him. Every bit of strength left her body, but Phillip had her. He moved her and cradled her. On his lap, surrounded by his heat, she responded to the scent of her own essence on his face and lifted hers for his kiss.

He covered her mouth, and she drank them both, this new taste subtly different than the one she’d shared with Jason.

And somehow, this tiny drink was a perfect final note for her recent banquet.

She sprawled against Phillip, her second wind finally depleted. The sound of his heartbeat, fast and strong beneath her ear, became a soothing rhythm, like a lullaby. She felt movement—and not just the movement of his getting them out of the tub. She felt the steady and insistent tug of sleep. Leesa frowned, knowing she should open her eyes. Their carrying her was