Beneath a Hot Tequila Sun by Catelyn Cash Page B

her, riding her harder and faster than she had expected, his momentum forcing her onto Seth’s cock, pushing him, in turn, deeper and deeper. Between them, the men found a steady rhythm—one in, one out, the beat driving her crazy with pleasure.
    Kayla had no chance to filter the sensations, to separate one cock from the other. Her nipples rasped Seth’s chest. Her clit rode his pubic bone while Jake rammed her ass. In truth, she hadn’t expected this wildness, this rough handling from him. But it was awesome.
    “Tell me you love this,” he growled.
    She couldn’t talk even if she wanted to. She had neither breath nor the words. She kept her eyes closed, kept her focus inside, savoring every wondrous moment.
    “Tell me!” Jake dragged all the way out, and she felt bereft as her tight passage closed.
    “I love it,” she whispered. “Please. Put it back…”
    Jake laughed and pushed straight in. She would have cried out, but instead her voice splintered into a soft, blissful moan.
    Seth continued to thrust into her with short, hard strokes that hammered her clit till she thought she might die with pleasure.
    And then she crested, a wave of pure sensation and light. Her vision may have blurred. She may even have blacked out momentarily. Dimly, she heard Jake call her name, heard Seth roar, and then she fell off the edge of the world, tossed in a maelstrom, her body sparking and fizzing in an explosion of delight.
    Her climax peaked a few seconds ahead of either man, which meant she could fully experience each of their orgasms—Seth straining upward, Jake pressing down, both men yelling their triumph, two cocks separated only by a thin barrier of skin, both shooting wildly into her.
    Afterward Kayla lay in a boneless heap, unable to move, barely able to breathe. Jake slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom before returning with a warm cloth, which he used to gently wash her.
    He climbed into the bed and snuggled against her. “There are a few more things we can try, just in case you still have any concerns we might be gay.”
    Seth on one side, Jake on the other. Had anything ever felt so right? “You’re not gay,” she mumbled sleepily. “Trust me. I would know.”
    “You would?”
    “Mmmm. My husband is gay.” Oh crap . Had she really said that aloud? Opening her eyes, she saw both men staring at her with identical, shocked expressions. “Ex-husband,” she said quickly. “I should have said ex-husband. Marc and I are divorced.”
    “Glad to hear it,” said Seth, breathing out. “I mean, not glad you’re divorced but… Well, you know what I mean.”
    “You married a gay man?” Jake said. “Isn’t that unusual?”
    “Obviously I didn’t know when I married him. Unfortunately, neither did he.” One day she might be able to say that and not sound bitter. Apparently not today.
    “Bummer,” said Seth softly.
    “Yeah, bummer,” echoed Jake.
    Kayla knew they would have more questions. Everyone always had questions when they learned the truth about her divorce. But she didn’t want to talk about Marc.
    “Can I ask you both something?” she said, keen to change the subject. “I know why you let on to my friends you were gay, but why do your students think it? I overheard one of the girls say it, and no one contradicted her.”
    “Ask him.” Seth pulled her into his arms with a happy sigh. “Sadly, you are about to discover that our friend here has an ego almost as big as my cock. He thinks every woman in the world is after him and he needs a cover story to stop them fighting over that skinny body of his.”
    “You can joke,” grumbled Jake. “But you have no idea what it’s like to be a single, straight man on campus. Women were all over me like legs on an octopus. I had a full-time job fighting them off.” Seth snorted derisively and Kayla smiled, but Jake continued. “Luckily my move to New York coincided with a lengthy visit from Seth. He, for reasons best known to himself,