No Rules by Jenna McCormick

Knowing he would be coated with her cream turned her on all the more. “God, you feel so good.”
    Fenton sat up, shifting his angle inside her, driving himself impossibly deeper. His rough palms pulled her back against his chest, his callouses scraped over her stiff nipples. Puffs of air stirred her hair as he whispered in her ear, “You’re so hot, so wet. I’ve never felt anything that compares to being inside of you.”
    Though she usually preferred raw dirty talk, Alison had fallen completely under Fenton’s sensual spell. What woman could resist the things he said to her?
    Raising her hips, she began to ride him in slow, gliding strokes. His grip on her torso held her close while allowing her the freedom to gyrate in his lap.
    â€œYes,” she gasped when he slammed up into her.
    â€œI need, I’m going to—” His words broke off and she thought for sure he meant come until another Fenton appeared in the space between his spread legs.
    â€œLet me lick you while I fuck you,” they both said.
    Words died in her throat as the Fenton before her used his thumbs to separate her labia and put his hot, suckling mouth directly over her pulsing sex.
    Sensations overloaded her. His hands were everywhere, tweaking her breasts, holding her thighs wide. One mouth pressed to the hollow just behind her ear, the other licking from where they were joined to the hard button of her clit.
    Her hands tunneled through his hair when his lips tugged on her throbbing bud. His hands pinched her nipples in time to the action below, and his cock stirred inside her, hitting every hot spot.
    Release swamped her senses. She was no longer in command of her body; he was pulling her strings, making her writhe and twist and clench. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave herself over to him completely.
    The one tonguing her cunt held her gaze while he licked a trail of her cream down his own shaft. She shuddered again, doubting she’d ever seen anything so erotic in her life.
    â€œMy turn,” the one fucking her whispered a second before he lifted her up into the arms of the other one, keeping their bodies joined.
    Feeling unbalanced, she reached for the Fenton before her, gripping his shoulders while the other held tightly to her hips and rocked into her hard and fast. She met his gaze a second before he claimed her mouth. She tasted them together, their hot merging even while it was happening a second before her shield obliterated him from her body.
    The one not buried inside her gripped his own cock and stroked hard and fast, in time to the pounding inside her. They both came with a triumphant roar, one buried deep in her body, the other marking her breasts for a moment before her shield eradicated his seed into oblivion.
    Fenton pulled his cock from her body and set her on the bed. Her eyelids felt heavy, as though they’d been weighted down, but she watched as the two men who’d just rocked her world melded back into one.
    His eyes closed. “Are you all right?”
    â€œNever better,” she replied honestly. His shoulders sagged in obvious relief. “Come here.”
    He crawled to her and she deactivated her heath guard so he could lay his head on her breast without the annoyance of her shield zapping every molecule of sweat. “You’re not going to hurt me with a little rough sex.”
    Though he didn’t answer, she felt him stiffen, as though he didn’t believe her. Quickly she added, “I thoroughly enjoyed that, and I plan to continue enjoying that all the way to . . . ?”
    Fenton picked up her cue easily, pulling her over until she sprawled atop him. “The Omicron Theta System. I’m headed to the empath homeworld.”
    Alison’s blood turned to ice in her veins.
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    Fenton didn’t know what happened. One second Alison had been snuggled against him, seemingly content after his total loss of control, and then