A Question of Trust by Jess Dee Page A

nothing she’d ever experienced before. She felt full. So very full. And good. There was not an inch of space inside her that was left untouched. Nerve endings she never knew existed danced as they awakened.
    Maddie was wedged between Connor and Gabe, two men who took her breath away. Two men who aroused her to levels previously unexplored by humankind. This was the ultimate physical connection. They could not get closer, could not experience further intimacy. They were so entwined with one another, Maddie could no longer tell where she began and they ended, where Connor began, where Gabe ended. They were three, yet within her body, they were one.
    Maddie almost wished she were not so aroused. Almost wished the urgent need to come was not pounding on her insides. She wanted this to go on, to last forever. She wanted to be a part of this unique contact for always. To be three. To be one.
    But dear God. Gabe was in her ass, and Connor was in her pussy, and they were plunging in and out of her. Her clit pulsed, so engorged that every time Connor’s hair scraped against it, abrading it, she thought she might explode with desire. They had her covered, every angle, and she couldn’t last.
    Gabe thrust. His cock filled her ass, then withdrew. Connor plunged inside, burying himself in her, then stopped.
    “Together?” His voice echoed in her ear.
    “Together,” Gabe agreed. One second later, both men were inside her, together. Connor in front, Gabe behind.
    “Now?” Gabe asked.
    Connor nodded. His head bobbed once against her ear.
    Both men withdrew, and then together, as though the move had been choreographed, drove back into her.
    Maddie screamed. Nothing had prepared her for this. Nothing. She’d thought it couldn’t get better, fuller, but it had.
    “Feel that?” Connor demanded
    “Fuck, yeah,” Gabe growled, and they fucked her again. And then again. “I feel it, mate.”
    She didn’t need to ask what they were feeling. She knew. Wedged together, deep inside her body, with only a thin film of skin dividing them, they felt each other.
    She couldn’t hold back the flood gates. Didn’t try. Knowing what they knew sent her toppling over the edge. There were no tiny tremors of satisfaction this time. Her orgasm was all consuming. It swept over her, knocking conscious thought from her mind. She bucked between Connor and Gabe, jostling wildly on their cocks. Waves of mindless bliss rocked her, sent her hurtling through space and time.
    “Hold her. Tight,” one of the men ordered.
    The walls of her pussy and her ass clenched around their dicks, grasping them, holding, squeezing. Spasms of delight—of unrivaled pleasure—demanded, commanded.
    Connor roared and pushed deeper, harder than before.
    She couldn’t take all the pleasure. Couldn’t not. She screamed and sobbed, tears poured from her eyes. She bit Connor’s shoulder.
    “Baby. Fuck—” Gabe was in so deep his balls touched her pussy lips.
    God. They must have touched Connor’s testicles too.
    Her climax intensified, stretched out, encompassed first Gabe’s wild release and then Connor’s as well.
    And when, at last, the blinding ecstasy of her orgasm subsided, and her legs had no strength to hold Connor’s waist any longer, she collapsed, boneless against him.
    Gabe was the first one to pull out of her. His withdrawal was equivalent to Chinese torture against the walls of her ass and she whimpered.
    “Lean back, baby. I’ll catch you.”
    With the last drop of energy she contained, she obeyed. Gabe caught her as Connor slipped out of her pussy. She cried out as violent tremors wracked her body again.
    “I’ve got you, baby,” Gabe told her, his voice a gruff whisper. “We both have.”

Chapter Five
    Maddie lay on Connor’s bed. Her breathing had finally normalized and her body had relaxed almost to the point of slumber. Her limbs were heavy, sedate, as though she were asleep, but she wasn’t. Her mind was far too active to allow her the