Overwhelmed by Laina Kenney

as Grange lowered her body into a reclining position with her head in his lap.
    Carolyn loved their hands on her. She had no desire to resist.
    “She wanted Dash, too,” Carolyn said, her eyes sparkling with wicked humor. “Maybe we should call Dash over and—”
    “No damn way,” both men said together, and she laughed joyfully.
    “This little witch is teasing us,” Grange said silkily, reaching down to palm her breasts and twisting her nipples delicately.
    “She won’t need a third man,” Isaac asserted.
    “We’ll keep our woman so busy pleasing us that she won’t have time to tease anyone else.”
    With Isaac gently insinuating his hand between her legs to discover her damp, hot folds, the mood shifted rapidly.
    “I think I like the teasing,” Isaac said.
    They had been so careful of her healing ankle the past five days, holding her in their bed but abstaining from sex, with the first touch Carolyn was thrown hard into the white hot whirlwind they were so easily creating.
    Grange pulled the tie belt of her robe, and Isaac lifted her out of it and carried her naked into the master suite. When he placed her tenderly in the center of the huge bed, he and Grange both followed her down to feast, pressing burning, biting kisses to nipples and belly, thighs, and mons.
    The men positioned her bandaged ankle with great care, placing a pillow under it and making sure it was at the very far edge of the bed. Then, while she was still feeling grateful for the care they offered, Grange captured her hands in his and lifted them to the carved bars of the headboard. And then he quickly tied them with a silk scarf.
    Alarmed, Carolyn pulled at the restraint.
    “Grange,” she said, “I don’t think—”
    “Please, baby, don’t think,” he said. “We want to give you as much pleasure as your senses can handle. Even more. We want you to be completely overwhelmed with love.”
    Carolyn wasn’t sure how having her hands tied could help with that, but if it came down to an issue of trust, there was no question.
    “I trust you,” she said softly. “I trust you both.”
    The men exchanged a triumphant glance, and then moved to shed their own clothing. Grange stripped quickly and efficiently, with no wasted motions as he bared his muscular body and massive, erect cock. He was beside her on the bed almost immediately, with his silver eyes locked on her body, his hot mouth already teasing and tasting her stiff nipples.
    Isaac took a bit more time, his smile fierce, eyes hot, lean hips swiveling in a slow grind as he pulled off his shirt and slowly lowered the zipper on his jeans. He reached in, drew out his hard penis and pumped it once, then again, as if he couldn’t resist the temptation, while his eyes followed Grange’s lips as they traveled unhurriedly down her body.
    She moaned. Damn, these men were scorching hot.
    Carolyn could feel the heat rising in her blood, sizzling in her searing core. She whimpered again and again, unable to hold back the tiny sounds, the dual stimulation of Grange’s touch and Isaac’s x-rated performance taking her further than she had been before. When she tried to grab Grange’s head to make him hurry on the path to her weeping feminine flesh, she found that the scarf tying her wrists to the headboard and preventing any movement on her part just added yet another dimension to the growing inferno.
    She groaned. Every time with these men was better, more exciting than the time before. She would die in these flames!
    When Grange finally tongued her pulsing pussy, Isaac groaned and licked his lips, and Carolyn bucked once from a tiny orgasm.
    “Oh, please,” she begged.
    Isaac squeezed his cock once, hard as he came to the head of the bed. He rubbed the salty tip against her begging mouth. She licked and then sucked him deep, straining against her bonds to get closer, to take more.
    Grange, his mouth shining with her juices, rose to his knees, fitted the wide, flared head of his erection