Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty — Clarissa Read Online Free Page B

growls in their throats as she stood in only lacy briefs and a matching bra, she knew there was no going back.
    She didn’t want any going back.
    Brandon kissed her again and she moulded herself against him, her head tilting back and lips parting to give his seeking tongue entrance. Holy mother, she couldn’t think, could barely even breathe. Not when Brandon’s thrusting tongue mimicked the sexual act she’d soon be experiencing. She certainly didn’t notice his fingers pushing through her hair before he lifted the strands away from her neck.
    Only when Adam bent his head, his moist lips feathering along the bared skin of her nape, did she realise these men knew exactly what they were doing, their moves orchestrated to give her maximum pleasure.
    Adam cupped her breasts from behind, and as he massaged through the lace of her bra, a voltage of pleasure moved through her nipples straight into her core. She gasped, about ready to grind her clit against their cocks to take the edge off her needs.
    Instead she whimpered into Brandon’s mouth. She was overwhelmed with sensation, and yet it wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted so much more. Needed so much more.
    Brandon pulled back, his hands moving behind her shoulders and finding her bra clip. With a quick snap, he released her breasts from their lacy prison, his hands lingering on her back, his stare on her front.
    For a second she swayed, caught on an invisible string between Brandon and Adam. Her eyes snapped to Brandon’s, and she registered the blaze of passion in his stare. A passion that would be reflected in her own.
    Dear heaven, was she ready for this?
    Her breath hissed and she closed her eyes, trying to gain back a semblance of control. Instead her other senses ran free as arousal pulsated the very air. She felt a brush of movement, heard a whisper of sound as a shirt went over a head, the stark growl of need from behind as Adam too undressed. A button snapped undone, a zipper scraped. A belt rasped as it slid free and thudded to the floor.
    Her body hummed with need, her nerve endings twitching for stimulation. Then warm skin pressed in on her from both sides. Hard and callused hands gently touched her shoulders, her breasts; even harder cocks dug into the small of her back, her flat belly.
    Lips touched her own, harder, more demanding, bristles scratching her jaw and vanilla-spiced breath moistening her mouth. Her eyes flicked open and she drew back. ‘Adam,’ she whispered.
    The men had reversed positions.
    Adam’s smile verged on a pained grimace, as though their foreplay was half-killing him. Still he managed a mocking, ‘Were you thinking of someone else?’
    Before she could formulate some kind of response, Brandon nuzzled her shoulder from behind, his teeth scraping across her flesh and making her gasp at the delicious shudders of sensation streaking through her nerves.
    Damn, if this was torture she wanted more!
    She glanced at the man at her front, grateful for the moonlight. Adam’s light dusting of chest hair arrowed to a ripple of abs she guessed was as much to do with riding bulls as it was for his penchant for riding the ladies.
    Then he closed the small distance between them and his cock slid against her belly. She reached out a hand to touch his shaft’s silken hardness, rub a thumb along its moist tip.
    Adam’s breath hissed, ‘Clarissa … holy shit.’
    He took her shoulders with callused hands and claimed her mouth again. A hard stroke of lips on lips as they shared breath and tongue, their teeth clacking as they became greedier for one another.
    When Brandon’s hot mouth pressed down her spine, his hands skating along her flesh as he went, she could do nothing but suck in Adam’s breath and follow their lead. She was already little more than boneless putty in their too capable hands. They were the masters and she the eager novice.
    Adam continued to kiss and hold her in place, while Brandon continued to touch and torment with mouth