by Anna Ambrose
The rhythmic slap, slap, slap and grunts continued, Xander’s face a work of art. He continuously bit into his bottom lip, which was sexy, but it was when he paused his relentless pace that sent goose bumps over Lucy’s entire body and drove thoughts of Becca’s rosebud lips on Ry’s cock completely away.
Xander slid all the way out, intensely focused on Liam’s ass and his own shaft, eyes so full of raw hunger it hit something deep within Lucy. It was as if no one else was in the room for him, and he stroked his big palms over Liam’s back and butt almost reverently. Liam peered over his shoulder, face briefly softening at the expression on the other man’s, but Xander’s went blank when he noticed. Curiously, Lucy started wondering if this place catered to more than just sex.
But it wasn’t long before Liam’s gaze glazed over once more, because Xander slipped one of his hands between Liam’s legs, settling his chest onto his friend’s back to more easily get to the erection Lucy could see bobbing. Xander’s gentle movements were at odds with the fierce, almost angry look on his face. Liam was still, allowing Xander to control the pace, although Xander only gave him a few moments of friction before he rose, split Liam’s ass cheeks wide once again, and lined his cock up.
In a guttural tone, Xander bit out, “You want this, Liam? Tell me to dominate you, man. Tell me you want my dick in your ass. Gotta have it. Say it loud enough for everyone to hear.” He never took his gaze from where he was poised to enter Liam’s ass, though to Lucy, he sounded as if the answer were important, as if everyone knowing Liam wanted him was necessary.
Rylan had stopped thrusting into Becca’s mouth a few minutes into the man-on-man action, allowing her to work his cock at her own speed, but now he pulled out, seeming to wait on Becca’s reaction.
Becca turned slightly sideways to see, no judgment or jealousy apparent. If anything, her eyes flared with heat when Liam craned his neck to stare back again, waiting until Xander raised narrowed eyes to his.
His voice hoarse but ringing out, Liam gruffly said, “I want it. Want it now. Hard. Don’t take it easy on me.”
It was as if a switch had been flipped in Xander. He went wild, eyes seeming somehow cold now, plunging so deep and hard that Liam was scooted forward on the bed with a grunt. Lucy yearned for that same intensity from Ry, though whatever emotion Xander felt now didn’t sit right with her. What’s the story there? she wondered briefly.
When Becca turned away from the men, Lucy saw an emotion she couldn’t quite name pass over the girl’s features. It wasn’t anger or sadness—more like inevitableness. Becca quickly hid it, letting her usual good humor shine back through. Lucy thought she knew what she was feeling—even though she was having consensual fun, watching a loved one with someone else, hearing them say they wanted them, though erotic, wasn’t easy. There was also a strange vibe between the two men.
If Ry noticed, he ignored it and gestured for Becca to stand. She rose, stepping sideways. Rylan moved his arm off Lucy, and then flipped her to her stomach. She rolled willingly enough, back to ogling the men having sex.
No, Lucy thought, the men fucking. Jesus forgive her, but it was intensely fascinating. The straining muscled beauty of Xander into the willing firm ass that rotated with him, Liam using his considerable strength as much as the fiercely thrusting Xander to take what he was given… God, it was something to behold.
Chapter 7
But when someone touched her, she threw a startled glance over her shoulder. Becca walked her soft fingers over Lucy before straddling her bottom. The warm wetness pressed onto her was a shock. She froze, not sure what to expect, but the brunette undulating her hips so her core hit Lucy on every downward stroke wasn’t it.
Becca ground into her ass, reaching behind her to put her small, soft palm on Lucy’s drenched pussy, massaging it until Lucy moved with her on a moan, bucking her hips so the girl’s fingers could hit the right spot.
Every upward lift of her ass apparently put needed friction on Becca’s clit if her uneven breaths were any indication. When Rylan sat beside Lucy, he flicked glances between both scenes with his hand idly stroking his cock. The brunette finally found a rhythm that made Lucy plead with her, incoherently murmuring she’d let Becca fuck Rylan if she, for God’s sake, just let her come.
The two girls came together, Becca giggling even as she moaned, the orgasm rolling through Lucy like a freight train.
Not giving either a chance to recover, Rylan nudged Becca off, flipped Lucy over, and spread her wide, pushing her knees up. Beckoning Becca, he put a hand to the back of her head and urged her down to Lucy’s glistening pussy. Lucy’s body still twitched, aftershocks sending zings through her.
“Oh, honey, I’ve been wanting a taste of that since I got in here. My pleasure,” Becca said in a husky voice.
Dazed, weak, Lucy could only stare as the gorgeous woman spread her with her fingers and darted her pink tongue out, lapping directly over Lucy’s clit. Just the sight was enough to send her over the edge again, and she involuntarily cupped Becca’s head, pushing her face hard between her thighs, loving the feel of the soft curls as she rode crest after crest of pleasure.
Rylan straddled her in front of Becca, so when Lucy opened her eyes, all she saw was him. He palmed both her breasts, pushing them together, twisting her nipples painfully hard. Lucy cried out, the sensations too much.
Between Becca, who had pushed Lucy’s knees higher and was sliding a finger from her pussy to that tightness no one had ever had and back, and Rylan’s heaviness and roughness with her breasts, Lucy felt like she might pass out.
She tried to orient herself by focusing on something else. The slapping sounds across the room had stopped. The two men were sprawled on the bed, watching them, both surprisingly fully erect. She wondered if either had orgasmed, or if they’d just taken each other to the brink. She’d bet from the hard planes of their faces they hadn’t allowed themselves to come. As if called, they rose, coming to stand beside Lucy.
She tensed, but then went boneless when Becca languidly ran her tongue between her ass cheeks, swirling it around and around her pucker before spearing her tongue inside.
“What? Oh, my, you can’t… I’ve never…” Lucy stuttered, face flaming.
“Can’t isn’t a word we know, love,” Liam murmured. “Just enjoy.”
He leaned over, capturing Lucy’s mouth in a drugging kiss, licking at her before trailing his fingers down her neck. With Rylan at her breasts, Liam at her mouth, and Becca torturing her, Lucy gave herself up to the sensations.
When Ry offered Xander a breast, he crawled on the bed to her other side. He clamped his hot mouth over her nipple, his tongue rasping over it. Lucy tossed her head, body afire. When she lost the suction and the mouth on hers, she opened her eyes, desire almost choking her when she saw Liam’s hand on Rylan’s cock right as he guided it to his mouth.
It was only a few quick up and down motions, with an end swirl around the tip, but Rylan threw his head back, face drawn tight with pleasure. When Liam released him, Rylan plunged between Lucy’s breast repeatedly, pillowing her flesh to make a tunnel. Teeth gritted, face taunt, he came, pulling free to spray hot spurts all over her breasts.
Chapter 8
Becca still swirled her tongue almost lazily over Lucy, little shocks of pleasure rippling upward from the touches. When Rylan dismounted, Liam swiped the end of the blanket over her breasts, cleaning Ry’s release from her, before running his tongue from her chest to her nipples. Knowing he had to taste Ry on her was wildly erotic, but Lucy’s skin was overly sensitive, and she tried to push him away.
He went placidly enough, and Rylan pushed her knees up until her ass lifted from the bed. She glanced down to see Becca suck on a thumb before bringing it to where Rylan pointed, Xander and Liam watching. Lucy’s whole body shuddered when Becca pressed it into her ass, working it inside in a seesaw motion. The pain was minimal, but the stretch sensation was too new, too raw, and Lucy’s eyes rolled back. When Becca got it in t
o her first knuckle, she pushed through, using her fingers to rub Lucy’s swollen clit while her thumb worked her ass.
Lucy started swiveling her hips, keening cries escaping her, wanting more pressure from that thumb, climbing for yet another peak, when Rylan jerked Becca’s thumb out, hauling her to her feet. With a slap on her bare ass, he growled, “Go get fucked.”
She laughed. “Sir, yes, sir.” With an impish wink, she said, “Who wants the honors?”
Liam grinned, not even bothering to take her to the other bed. Sitting, he dragged her on top of him, facing outward, before immediately thrusting into her. She rode him backward, her movements as lithe as a dancer as she rose and fell.
After Xander helped Rylan position Lucy on her hands and knees, he crawled in front of her, pulling her down to pillow her cheek on his thigh. Rylan wasted no time in getting behind her, working his broad cock inside her impossibly tight, wet pussy with no preamble, the stretch a delicious burn.
Ry’s voice speared right through her when he breathed, “Oh, fuck, Luce. So fucking perfect. Knew it. Knew you would be. Fuck me. Can’t believe I’m already hard again, but you do that to me. God, those noises you make. Can’t go slow.”
Digging his fingers into her ass, he drilled into her, using the grip to forcefully plunge deep, all while Xander cupped the back of her neck, running his dick across her soft lips. When she opened her mouth in invitation, he refused, using one gentle finger to close it. He just rubbed the velvety smooth tip over her lips again and again, stabilizing her while she moaned from the force of Rylan’s brutal fucking, her head pressed into Xander’s stomach.
When Becca ended up on her knees beside Lucy, Xander easily moved out from under her. Lucy used her palms to ground herself, tracking his movement. He appeared to be back in his earlier good mood, a grin on his lips, but his eyes were hooded and dark, making her think it was more of an act than the truth. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into everything, trying to see things that aren’t even there.
When he scooted under Becca’s bent frame, he guided her onto his cock, easing her ass slightly up. Lucy turned her head, astonished to see Liam kneel to straddle Xander’s legs, mounting the other woman from behind.
They are fucking her at the same time, Lucy realized. Sweet Jesus. It was obvious one was in her pussy and one in her ass, and if her spaced-out look was any indication, she was fucking loving it.
A hard slap to her own ass made Lucy squeak, and then another made her groan as Ry continued to thrust inside her. Rylan slid deft fingers between her cheeks, bypassing the gentle introduction of Becca, and buried two digits to the hilt in Lucy’s ass, hooking them inside and rubbing her walls. She screamed, shattering, coming so hard she saw stars.
She’d never imagined orgasms could be anything like the ones she’d had tonight. It made her quick, shame-filled masturbations seem unrelated to anything pleasurable.
If I went to confession and told this, she thought wryly, body shaking with repressed giggles, the priest would have a heart attack and probably banish me to hell for good.
Rylan only fucked her harder through her orgasm, slamming his pelvis to her hips and grinding until he shuddered and finally collapsed on top of her.
Rolling off, he heaved air into his lungs. Lucy caught the end of Xander’s release, his eyes fluttering. That boy was like a machine. Lucy couldn’t believe how many times he’d gotten off.
Liam only paused, waiting for his friend to move. Once he’d wiggled free, Liam yanked Becca’s ass even higher, resuming his punishing pace. She whimpered, clearly wanted a release, face desperate.
Lucy had half a second to notice the doorframe was now empty of the other two girls before Rylan reeled her attention back to him, pushing her toward Becca and Liam, Ry’s satisfied expression making her heart warm. “No time like the present to taste pussy, Luce.”
Shyly, Lucy rolled, and Becca immediately widened her stance, allowing her to scoot into a sixty-nine position, though she made no move to pay attention to Lucy. The other girl just pushed her ass harder into Liam’s thrusts.
Tentatively, Lucy flicked at the smooth bare pussy that moved in her face, using her fingers to dip in along with her tongue. The taste of Becca and the combination of the two men was foreign, but she found it exciting and went greedily to her task, her lack of experience not seeming to bother Becca, who only moaned low in her throat and swiveled her hips.
Liam’s thrusting set a rhythm Lucy soon learned to follow, occasionally grazing his cock or sack with her fingers. His appreciative sounds of pleasure and Becca’s purrs spurred her to push her tongue deeper, while experimentally reaching up to roll his balls in her hand.
When Liam’s, “Fuck, I’m fixing to come,” broke her rhythm, Lucy sucked the brunette’s clit into her mouth on a startled inhale, and Becca went wild, grinding into Lucy’s face, making mewling noises that shot straight to her core.
Less than two seconds after she realized Xander and Rylan had spread her wide and had their tongues sparring in an erotic dance across her swollen, sore pussy, Lucy’s orgasm hit her from out of nowhere, painful in its intensity. Her body quaked, electricity seeming to light her from the inside out.
Chapter 9
Ry yanked her from under Becca before Lucy had even stopped shuddering, pulling her into his lap and covering her mouth with his. From the corner of her eye, she saw Xander staring with an inscrutable expression at Liam, whose face was taut with his impending release. He spasmed behind Becca, kneading her ass with his hands as he came, oddly empty eyes locked on Xander.
Definitely something there, Lucy thought.
But Ry’s tongue was tender, stroking, calming, and she focused on him instead. He slid a callused hand down her belly and palmed her sex, pressing down quickly on her clit, once, twice, and unbelievably, Lucy came again on a slow, easy wave. Breaking the kiss, he whispered in her ear, voice harshly possessive and fierce, “Always been you for me, Lucy. I didn’t think you could handle it, who I am, but you did so good. Love you. Love this. Mine now. Mine to have. Mine to share, but mine to keep. You hear me, Luce? Mine.”
Lucy couldn’t believe the words pouring from him, hope swelling along with the knowledge that this night had forever changed her. Ry had forever changed her.
Her simple, “Always been yours,” got her a fierce hug before a now-laughing Xander tugged her into his arms to press a kiss against her sweaty cheek. Lucy slightly turned, brushing her lips over Xander’s once, but kept her gaze pinned to Ry, who lounged against the wall, studying her with a crooked grin.
Becca crawled over, her teasing, “Hey, I never even got a kiss,” sending a surge of anticipation through Lucy. The brunette’s greedy little mouth nipped at Lucy’s, silky tongue sending licks of banked flames through her tired body.
Once she and Becca had been tugged apart and they all collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs—Becca’s head pillowed on Lucy’s breast with Lucy’s fingers buried in her curls, Ry’s cheek on Lucy’s belly as he drew circles on her skin, Liam curled around Becca, an arm thrown over both girls, and Xander’s head resting on Ry’s thigh with Lucy’s legs thrown over him—Lucy stared around at the mind-boggling scene, gently stroking Ry’s hair with her free hand.
This was what life was supposed to be like, she realized—community, shared pleasure, love, and friendships old and new. Beginnings with no ends. There was nothing shameful here, nothing wrong, and she knew she wouldn’t feel the need to go to confession about what had happened. Not ever. For the first time in her life, she felt as if she belonged.
Awestruck, exhilarated, and bursting with love for Ry, for the acceptance she’d always get from him no matter what she wanted to experience, and filled with tenderness for these strangers she knew better than people she’d known for years, Lucy spoke reverently into the contented silence.
“That was the best fucking thing I have ever done. When can we do it again?”
Rylan snorted, squeezing her as everyone else br
oke into delighted laughter. “Guys, I think we may have made a monster out of my Lucy Lou.” He stared up at her, the love she’d always missed evident in his eyes. “And thank God for that.”
THE END
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Sneak Peek: Xander
An Open-Door Policy Novella
Xander Penn has been around the block more times than he cares to count, always searching for an elusive something he’s never admitted to wanting, not even to himself.
Until now…
Then again, realizing what he craves doesn’t mean he accepts it. It’s one thing to dabble at the open-door policy club he belongs to, but quite another to declare it to others in the real world. After a harsh rejection pushes away the one person Xander wishes he could pull closer, he spirals down a dark path, using meaningless sex as more of a punishment than a pleasure.
When an unexpected ally makes him see he’s missing out on the best parts of life, Xander finally decides to open himself up to the possibility…
But by then, it may be too late.
