Double Her Fantasy by Randi Alexander Page B

don’t I believe you have a diary?”
    Garret took small bites at the skin of her ass cheeks. “He probably does, he’s so fucking organized.”
    Trey chuckled, the vibration shimmying from his lips to her neck, creating a fresh and decadent surge of lust.
    Blowing softly, Garret pinpointed the needy nerves of her anal opening. Her hips jerked with pleasure. She craved his touch, his fingertip tracing her tight rosette, entering her ass. Then his tongue touched her puckered hole, hot and wet, unexpected and outrageously sensual.
    “Oh!” Her cry doubled in strength as Trey’s fingers found her nipple and tugged. “Oh, God!”
    Trey’s lips on her neck eased lower, Garret’s tongue traced circles at her anus, then Trey’s mouth sucked at her nipple and everything inside her rioted.
    “Take her, Garret.”
    Her movie star picked her up in his arms, the sensation of weightlessness nearly pushed her over the edge into an orgasm, but she held back, wanted to wait for her men.
    He laid her on the bed and slid her bottoms off. He stood looking down at her, his gaze appreciative, filling her with confidence, then his lids drooped and a look of pure desire transformed his face. Trey walked up next to him, his face a mask of intense lust. Both of them stood fully dressed, looking at her as if she were a buffet.
    Her core convulsed and her hips jerked, her toes curled and she cupped her breasts. “Naked. Both of you.”
    They smiled.
    “Little filly’s gettin’ a bit bossy.” Trey unbuckled his belt.
    Garret pulled off his shirt. “She can boss me around whenever she wants.”
    Flicking her fingers over her nipples, she grinned. “You wouldn’t listen anyway.”
    The men made piles of their clothes and stood before her, naked, hard, and erect.
    “You’re both so perfect.”
    “The three of us are perfect.” Trey’s brow furrowed.
    Was he thinking about tomorrow? About saying goodbye? She pushed the thought aside. “Love me. Please.” It came out a breathy whine.
    Garret cleared his throat.
    Trey sighed.
    Megan wished she could read their minds.
    Garret knelt, reached for her ankle, and took her big toe into his mouth. The surprise, the sensuality of it, made her gasp.
    Trey kissed the top of her other foot, then her ankle, and slowly licked his way to her knee.
    Garret gave each of her toes equal attention, his hot mouth stirring bubbles of desire that snaked up to her swollen pussy.
    As her cowboy licked the inside of her knee, she shivered, wanting to rush him upward. Trey lapped his way along her inner thigh, each touch triggering chills. When he reached her core, he looked into her eyes. “Open for me, sweetheart.”
    Megan tipped her hips and spread her thighs, not caring what sensual delights they had planned for her, as long as they continued to touch her.
    Still on the floor, Garret bent her leg and massaged slowly along her calf.
    Trey bent her other leg over his shoulder and just looked at her pussy. “Damn,” he murmured.
    Open and vulnerable to him, she let herself enjoy the decadent pleasure of her cowboy just staring at her, wanting her.
    “You’re so pink. Your pussy lips are wet and glistening with your girl juices.”
    Her thighs tightened, her leg on his back inching him closer. “Yes. For you.”
    His lips curled into a wicked grin. “Yeah, for me. I’m going to eat this sweet pussy you’re offering me.” His tongue traced her mound, her freshly trimmed hair, the sensitive skin at her thighs.
    Garret ran his fingers along her thigh as he crawled onto the bed. His hand slid over her hip, and onto her stomach. “Nothin’ for me?” She loved how his Texas drawl came out when he was aroused.
    Her fingers, which had gone still when Trey began his ascent between her legs, slid over her nipples, hiding them from Garret’s view. “Kiss me, wild man.” Her wicked smile was meant to taunt him, her hands covering her breasts meant to entice.
    He laughed. “You’ve been watching too many