Mika felt a rush of air as Hammer separated himself. At first, she thought he was switching the movies, but when he turned the movie off, music started playing in the background. She hadn’t realized she had missed his heat until he came back, although Jonas was still holding her.
She had never wished harder to flip a switch and turn her mind off, to become a malleable, wanton woman who wanted nothing and everything that Jonas and Hammer were willing to give.
Jonas lifted his mouth slightly, catching her clear eyes with his piercing ones. “She’s not into us.”
Her eyes widened at his assessment.
Hammer tightened his hand on her breast. “I don’t think she is either. What are we going to do about it?”
“I know what I’m going to do.”
Not sure she liked the fierceness pouring off Jonas, she tried desperately to shut off her mind, not wanting to stop yet. She might not be experiencing the overwhelming desire most women were able to, but it was still good.
Hammer moved his arm behind her head and curled it upward, turning her face back to his. The expression he wore was indomitable. These men weren’t used to failure.
Hammer then claimed her mouth with his demanding one. He had willpower that, for the first time, Mika didn’t know if she would be able to resist or if she wanted to. It was one thing to want to experience passion, yet the logical part of her brain wanted her to hold back.
Frustrated at herself, she started to tear her mouth away. It was useless. She hated herself for not being normal.
“Hammer, take your clothes off,” Jonas commanded.
Mika felt Hammer slide his arm out from under her head as he got out of the bed.
Raising herself onto her elbows, she watched the two men undress. The sight of their bodies as clothes were peeled off heightened the awareness of what was about to happen, which made it even more difficult for her.
“It’s no use,” she confessed numbly. “It’s me, I’m frigid.”
The men didn’t stop taking their clothes off.
“You’re not frigid,” Jonas told her as he finished first, then lifted her to stand next to him. “Raise your arms.”
She raised her arms, complying with Jonas’s thick order.
“It’s no use,” she repeated as Jonas took off her shirt. Behind her, she felt Hammer unsnap her bra before letting it fall to their feet.
“I wouldn’t be sexy in that bra either.” Hammer rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tomorrow, we’ll go somewhere to get you one that will do your tits justice.”
Mika frowned. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Other than it’s ugly as fuck, nothing.”
“Let’s see if her panties are any better.” Jonas reached his hand to her waist, unbuttoning her jeans. Then Hammer held her up off the floor as Jonas shimmied the jeans down her legs.
When Hammer set her back down, Jonas crossed his arms over his chest to study her.
“They’re worse,” he stated flatly.
Mika glared at him. “What’s wrong with them? I’ll have you know these are designer underwear.”
Jonas gave her a saccharine smile. “That’s where you fucked up. No man wants to fuck a snooty bitch. A man wants a sexy woman who isn’t afraid of showing him that she wants to be fucked.” Jonas took a step forward, gripping her chin in a rough hand. “Do you want to be fucked?”
Mika had to think about the answer. Unfortunately, Hammer wanted her to answer Jonas immediately. From behind her, he circled his hand around her waist, then descended toward the maligned panties before sliding his hand inside, searching for the truth she couldn’t hide from his fingers.
“I think she’s getting there, but we still have some work to do.”
She grabbed his wrist to jerk his hand away from her crotch. “Not the way you two are going.” Smarting off, she was unprepared for Hammer cupping her, grinding the palm of his hand against her clit.
Shocked at the unexpected pleasure, she unconsciously went to her tippy-toes as Jonas lay down on the bed. Another jolt rocked through her vagina when she watched him stroking his cock. And the more he stroked, the thicker it became.
“She’s getting wetter.”
Looking over her shoulder, she blasted Hammer with a furious look.
Unconcerned, he shrugged. “Well, you are.”
“Shut up,” she snapped.
“What do you think, Hammer? Which one of us should fuck her first?”
Mika gaped at the fact that they were talking as if she wasn’t there. “Shouldn’t I be the one to choose?”
“No,” Hammer and Jonas answered together.
“Find out how tight she is,” Jonas instructed.
Hammer lifted his hand slightly, moving his fingers toward her opening as Jonas watched. Then he speared a finger deeply inside of her. It was the most erotic moment of her life, her quick mind slowing to a sluggish pace.
“Damn, we might have a problem. She’s tight as fuck. Her little pussy is wet, but not enough.”
“Bring her here.”
Mika moaned when Hammer removed his finger to lift her off her feet, while Jonas scooted to the side of the bed to make room for her. When Hammer laid her down, Jonas spread her legs, exposing her to both their hungry gazes. Jonas moved his finger to where Hammer’s had been. She twisted her butt on the mattress as Jonas started finger-fucking her.
“I don’t think she’s frigid, Hammer. I just think it’s going to take two men to satisfy her.”
She wasn’t easily embarrassed about her nudity, or the men’s. Nor was she uncomfortable with the sexual way they were talking about her. She had lived her adult life waiting for the sexual urges that came normally to others. The lack of connection had left her unpracticed in the interactions between men and women. Maybe that was why Hammer and Jonas’s actions were like a flare highlighting what was missing. Gentle caresses designed to peak her desire, kisses to induce passion, both experienced enough to break down the barrier that she had never been able to overcome.
Maybe they were right. Had she been so closed off that no single man would have been able to get past her guards?
Looking at their faces, she could tell they were determined for her to have an orgasm. Maybe that was the real difference. This wasn’t about them; they were making it all about her, forcing her to react physically, rather than clinically. Her reactions weren’t what one of them would have been able to accomplish alone. It took both of them to bring her to this point like a firefall that could only be seen if certain factors were present. For her, those factors were Hammer and Jonas.
Their generosity opened her heart to them that more than a thousand dates could have accomplished, showing her the character of the men who were focused solely on her pleasure.
Her quicksilver mind became even more sluggish when Hammer sat down on the bed by her hip, watching Jonas as his fingers stroked her. Leaning forward, his breath fanned her breast before he bit down on her nipple.
Her pelvis unconsciously surged upward, sending Jonas’s fingers deeper. Closing her eyes, she tried to savor the new sensations that were assailing her.
“Open your eyes!”
Jonas’s authoritative voice had her eyes flying open.
When she first met Jonas, she assumed he was the more laid back of the two. However, since they had started touching her, she quickly realized Jonas was the one in control of the situation while Hammer held back.
At Jonas’s command, she now saw Hammer’s cock was just as hard as Jonas’s. His thick length slid along her side as he mouthed her breast.
She experimentally reached out to touch his cock. Hammer was thicker and longer than Jonas. Her inner muscles clenched around Jonas’s fingers inside her as she tried to hold Hammer in her fist. How in the world was he even able to walk?
“It’s not that big.”
Hammer’s remark had her registering that she’s verbalized her last thought.
“Thanks, Mary. He’s never going to le
t me forget you said that.”
“Yours is big, too.” Mika didn’t want him to feel inferior, especially since he wasn’t.
“I wasn’t jealous. His is hard to miss. But I know how to use mine better.”
The lighthearted laughter shared between the two men sent an unexpected pang to her chest. They had done this so many times. It showed in the easy familiarity. She wouldn’t be the first or the last woman they would share. She was just a stand-in until they found the one that they were searching for to complete their triad. A triad that wouldn’t include her.