Dirty Love (13 page)

She considered that for a moment. “And your job is to figure out how to stop the S.O.S. virus before it breaks out here, too?"

Connor angled his jaw, rubbed it against her chin. He nipped her lower lip between his teeth before murmuring, “Now that you're here, that shouldn't be a problem."

A frisson of excitement shimmered down her skin. Unlike at the Medical Board institution, she didn't feel like an experiment or an aberration in this place. Instead, for the first time in her life, she felt ... special. Needed. Wanted.

And if her DNA would help stop a worldwide epidemic, then she was more than happy to offer herself up for any experiments necessary.

Especially if those experiments involved making love to Connor and Trevor, over and over again.

Ah, well, who was she to stand in the way of science? In fact, if it helped, she was willing to start
experimenting
right this very second. She'd do the same even if it didn't help.

She snuck a glance at the men outside the energy barrier. There were more of them now. Men and women, huddled around the humming trickles of magical force that she—
she!
—had summoned with nothing more than the will to make it so.

What had Trevor and Connor done to her?

And more importantly, what could they do to her again?

"Love me,” she murmured against Connor's mouth. “Right now."

"Here?” Trevor and Connor spoke at once, their voices mingling into a sultry aphrodisiac that sparked a desperate need deep inside her.

"Yes.” She wiggled out from between their bodies, rolling onto the floor. There, she rose in one smooth movement, already shucking clothes as she went.

The knowledge that she was stripping in front of strangers emboldened her. A laugh caught in her throat. She'd spent the last four years living in fear of merely being seen standing too close to a man, and now here she was, about to fuck two of them in plain sight of anyone who cared to watch.

And she felt wonderful!

Her torn shirt hit the metal dais first. The shorts followed. She wore no underwear and in less than ten seconds, she stood naked, looking down at her men.

Their slack-jawed stares stiffened her resolve. Now
this
was true power. She'd never thought she could elicit such a response from anyone, much less two men who could have any woman they wanted. Younger women, more beautiful women, could be theirs for the asking.

Yet they wanted
her
. Isy could still feel their desire, like undulating tremors of heat pulsing through her.

She reveled in the fusion of power thrumming down her veins for a moment longer, but her dominance was short-lived. With a groan, Connor lunged to his knees, grabbed her hips and yanked her back to the ground. She landed with an oomph and a soft squeak on top of him, her thighs splayed on either side of his strong, muscular legs.

"Naughty, naughty, Isabel.” His luscious lips quirked upward in a grin. “Your beautiful body is ours. Only ours."

Isy licked her lips, eager to provoke him further. She'd never felt so wanton, so in control of a situation. Even though both Connor and Trevor obviously loved to be in charge, she knew she could end this with a simple word.

Except that was the last thing she wanted. Instead, she cupped her breasts in both hands, thrusting them forward. Her pebbled nipples stiffened a little more, causing the tight little peaks to ache. “So take it already."

Connor shot a glance over her shoulder at Trevor, then shrugged. “Small talk around the water cooler may never be the same again."

The sound of her men's combined laughter sent a shimmer of warmth to pool low in her belly. She wanted to bask in their happiness forever.

Her hands glided between her legs, found Connor's zipper, and tugged. Within moments, she'd delved inside, intent on unleashing his cock. She guided the sculpted length of his shaft through the opening in his tight briefs and lifted herself off his groin just enough to watch his rod stand at attention among all those clothes.

"What about me?” Trevor asked, coming to stand beside her.

When she looked at him, she couldn't help but glimpse the wall of people that had assembled just a few feet away. A sharp thrill nudged her core, turning her on even more.

"C'me here,” she ordered on a low whisper.

Connor's fingers delved between her legs. He gave a sharp groan when he found her folds already slick with moisture. “You're ready for me, aren't you, baby?"

She moaned her assent as her hands flew to Trevor's waistband. It didn't take long before she had his pants down around his ankles. His boxers followed, leaving him naked from the waist down.

His cock thrust up proudly toward his stomach, curving in slightly at the tip. Isy's mouth watered. She gripped the solid shaft in her fist and brought the bulbous head toward her lips.

At the same time, Connor guided his cock along her slit, gathering some of her moisture on the tip. When he positioned the thick shaft at the entrance to her pussy, her inner walls gave a razor-edged spasm that made her stomach clench.

She glided down on the powerful rod as Trevor's cock skimmed the surface of her tongue. In the span of a frenzied heartbeat, her men filled her pussy and mouth, claiming her once more.

Bliss enveloped her from head to toe. She could hardly think straight. The potent musk of Trevor's cock drenched her senses in slightly salty, purely masculine taste. She sucked him deep, swirled her tongue up and down the length, hollowed her cheeks on an exhale. She couldn't get enough.

Her pussy felt stretched, widened to accommodate Connor's thick girth. He went slowly, and she didn't have to look at him to know it took all the self-control he possessed to keep from filling her cunt in one savage thrust.

"Ours,” Connor grunted as he seated himself, balls-deep, inside her. “We're not letting you go again, Isabel."

Relief rumbled through her at the sound of those words. Relief and something more primal, like longing and possessiveness all rolled into what could only be love.

Her stomach flip-flopped. How strange. She'd never felt love before. Not like this.

Trevor's shaft slipped from her mouth. She didn't want to deny it one second longer. Whatever happened next, she knew she'd regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't give voice to the depth of this emotion.

"I love you,” she said, looking up at Trevor. “I love you so much."

Trevor's big hand cupped the back of her head. He smoothed down her hair as his cock, glistening with her saliva, rubbed her cheek. “And I love you, Isy. I've loved you for so long."

Her gaze misted. She hadn't cried the entire time she'd been held prisoner by the Medical Board, but now that she had everything she wanted, she couldn't help the fat tear that rolled down her face.

Connor reached up and wiped it away. She leaned into his hand and then lowered her head so she could whisper against his lips. “And you ... I love you, Connor."

He grabbed her ass, pulled her closer, thrust deeper inside her. The tip of his cock nudged her womb and she gasped as a stab of pleasure/pain shafted up through her stomach and into her heart.

"I love you, too, Isabel."

Isabel.
Always her full name, always spoken with that soft accent and the reverent tone she'd grown to crave.

Connor's hands moved to the inside of her thighs. They kneaded the soft flesh there, then his thumb moved up, parted her folds. When she glanced between her legs, she could see her glistening pussy lips enveloping the base of his cock as it plunged into her.

The scent of their combined desire reached her nostrils. Her heart skittered, then did a flip-flop as lust flashed through her like lightning. She didn't think she'd ever seen a more erotic sight, smelled a more sexy scent.

"Take him, Isy. Lean over him and take Connor's cock. And let me have your ass."

She hadn't seen Trevor move behind her, but there he was, parting her ass cheeks just like Connor splayed her pussy open. She was bare, fully exposed to them and the rest of—
what did Trevor call it?
—Phase Travel Investigations.

She beamed a smile over her shoulder at Trevor, then spared a similar grin for the assembled audience. When her gaze scanned the faces assembled on the other side of the barrier, she didn't see any anger, or fury, or disgust. None of the emotions that would have been so blatant in her time were present here.

Instead, she found mirrored desire, a few flickers of jealousy, and a tremendous amount of admiration, mostly from the women. She winked at one particular woman who looked to be in her late fifties and who watched Connor and Trevor with hungry, desperate eyes.

Here, in 2018, anything was possible. If Isy could have men like these, then this woman could find her own partners, at any age.

The thought filled Isy with warmth and comfort. She turned her attention to Connor and splayed her hands on either side of his head before letting her pebbled nipples slide through the soft curls dusting his chest.

Trevor reached around her hips and rubbed her pussy with two fingers. She moaned as knuckles glided along her clit, bringing her a breath away from climax. Before she could shatter, he took his hand away and trailed the moisture he'd gathered along the tight crevice between her butt cheeks.

Her muscles squeezed together on reflex. Oh, God, she remembered this. Remembered being penetrated in such a provocative way, remembered loving every thrust.

She arched her back and offered herself to Trevor. He gathered more of her juices and slathered his cock before pressing the tip of his well-slicked shaft against her anus.

"Relax, Isy. Let me have you."

"Yes,” she murmured, hardly coherent. “Yes."

She felt herself being lifted. Four palms balanced her, held her in place. Trevor's cock at the entrance to her ass made her whimper. She wanted him in her already, fucking her, filling her, possessing her.

He went excruciatingly slowly, giving her time to adjust to the round tip of his shaft first. Then, when his glans slipped inside her body, he pressed a little more, giving her another half an inch, then another.

By the time he was fully inside her, she couldn't control the desperate sobs breaking free from her chest.

"Oh, God, Isy. You okay?"

She laughed, a howling sound that surprised all three of them.

"Yes!” she shouted, shoving her ass backward so the base of her spine slapped against Trevor's stomach. “Yes, yes, yes!"

Her breasts bounced as they set an easy rhythm, slow at first, then harder and faster. Fingers bruised her flesh. Nails dug into her skin. And still she wanted
more
. The overwhelming sensations of ecstasy edged with a hint of pain felt better than anything she'd ever imagined.

They pulled out, pushed back in as one. The tiny strip of flesh separating the two cocks from one another felt sensitive and sore, yet she couldn't get enough of their thick cocks spearing her body. She imagined Connor and Trevor feeling each other's rods gliding together, kept from touching by the sheerest of membranes.

Some day soon, she wanted to see their cocks come together without barrier. Would they like it? She didn't know, but she vowed to learn. If her men could give each other as much pleasure as they gave her, then she owed it to them to find out.

Sobs turned into hiccups, mingled with whimpers and moans and giggles. She couldn't contain any of the emotions flooding her. Sensations that were hers and theirs melded as one, just like their bodies.

Her clit ground against Connor's pubic bone with every one of Trevor's thrusts. The men went faster, deeper, taking her to the edge of bliss so potent she didn't think she could contain it all inside her.

And then, at once, she didn't have to. Pleasure spasmed outward, blossomed inside her like a flash of light that flooded every recess of her soul and bared her deepest longings. She keened her pleasure as her pussy clenched and milked Connor's perfect shaft.

He clenched her hips, came with a guttural howl. She could feel his cock pulsing deep inside her as his seed soaked her channel. Only Trevor held on, continuing to pump inside her ass.

She let him take her back to the brink of climax as she held Connor's spent cock inside her. Connor's lips found hers, kissed her deep. And still she arched and thrust backward, taking Trevor in once, twice, before he, too, lost control.

The climax seemed to take him by surprise because the cry he gave was more of a groan than a shout of release. He dug his nails into her hips and held her steady while his cock undulated in rhythmic waves deep inside her back passage.

She collapsed, spent, against Connor's chest. Trevor didn't crush her, though he must have wanted to crumple against his lovers, too. Instead, he continued to hold onto Isy, their bond uniting them like before.

Only this time was different. They weren't going anywhere.

Isy closed her eyes, laid her head against Connor's chest and listened to his heartbeat.

It wasn't until she felt tentative hands touch her skin—too many hands to be those of her lovers—that she started and blinked her eyes open.

The barrier was down. The audience that had assembled to watch them take pleasure in one another had closed in around them. There were voices again, but they weren't shouting or demanding things of her.

The whispers were quiet, almost reverent.

"Ma'am, we need to examine you."

"We should run some tests."

"Would you like a bath? Some clean clothes?"

She smiled at the last question and lifted her head. Her eyes met the dark gaze of the older woman she'd seen earlier.

The woman thrust a hand through a mop of silver hair and offered Isy a tentative smile. “I have some spare clothes in my locker. I can get them for you, though they might be a little big."

"Please,” Isy said, touched by the unexpected kindness.

Trevor was already moving to stand. His cock slipped out of her ass with a soft pop, but far from being embarrassed, Isy just grinned at Connor.

"I think your friends need me."

He growled and rumbled something deep in his chest. His voice sounded gravelly, like he hadn't used it in much too long.