Tearaways

by Lily Harlem

  She writhed beneath his hold and gasped with each strike.

  “You want fucking?” he asked, sounding breathless.

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Coming right up.”

  She found herself in the air for a split second, then on her hands and knees on the bed. He’d moved her as if she were a rag doll. Finding the edge, and aware she couldn’t move forward or she’d topple to the carpet, she gripped tight.

  “Wider.” He was behind her, nudging her legs apart.

  She happily obeyed. Her pussy was trembling, and her breasts hanging heavy beneath her.

  “Hold on tight,” he said, grasping her hips.

  The end of his cock nudged her labia and he found her entrance.

  He didn’t mess around, he held her firm then forged deep on one long plunge.

  She cried out, so did he. Her internal muscles clenched around his steely shaft and she arched her back.

  He shoved in deeper, as if he couldn’t get inside her far enough. His wiry pubic hair rubbed up against her smarting ass cheeks and she groaned as blissful heat spread over her skin. “Harry, that’s it…”

  “I told you… it would be… good.” He’d punctuated his words with thrusts of his hips.

  “Good, yes.” And it was so fucking good, his dense cock hitting the sweet spot in her pussy just right.

  His rhythm was steady and firm; she groaned and gasped, aware of her breasts swaying.

  Suddenly a breeze brushed over her shoulder and it was accompanied by the long creak of the door. Someone else was in the room.

  Her heart was already thudding, but it cranked up a notch.

  Who is it?

  She was being rammed into, blindfolded, her ass scarlet… what a sight.

  “Looks like you guys made up okay.”

  Evan.

  “Fuck yeah…” Harry said, setting one hand on her ass and squeezing the delicate skin. “We did.”

  She groaned and pressed back onto him.

  “Join us,” Harry said. “I’m sure she can take one more cock.”

  Evan chuckled. “Think I’ll do that.”

  “Evan,” she gasped.

  “Shh, we’ve got you.” He was in front of her, stroking her hair.

  Harry slowed his wild pounding, reducing the building friction on her G-spot.

  She whimpered but then felt Evan’s lips on hers. “You look good, being fucked like this by Harry.”

  “I want…”

  “We know what you want.” He pressed her chin, so her mouth stretched open. “Remember when we were at the top of the Empire State and I said I’d had a plan for you?”

  She kind of nodded.

  “Well this was it.”

  Smooth, glassy skin rubbed over her lower lip then into her mouth.

  “Take my dick,” Evan said. “Do it, babe.”

  Harry stopped completely as Evan sank his thick shaft over her tongue. She stretched her jaw wider, accommodating as much of him as she could before he hit her throat and caused her to gag.

  “Fuck yeah.” He gripped her hair. “Like that.” He withdrew, and as he slid forward again, Harry did the same. Within a second she was full of two cocks, her pussy and her mouth. She was taking two of her men, giving them both pleasure. A wonderful sense of accomplishment came over her.

  “Make her come, Harry,” Evan said. “I want her to shout out around my cock.”

  “Yeah, I can do that.” Harry upped the tempo again, bashing into her G-spot with each ride to full depth.

  Evan matched his speed, fucking her mouth but thankfully not so she gagged.

  She was being held in place by both of them, so when her muscles trembled and bunched, her orgasm gathering power, she surrendered to the way they were taking her.

  Now she was glad of the blindfold, it meant she could fold in on herself. Harry had been right, only sensation existed.

  Suddenly her climax was there. She curled her toes, gripped the bed and held her breath.

  The men carried on sinking into her over and over and over.

  The ecstasy that gripped her was intense. She cried out, the shout of bliss vibrating around Evan’s cock.

  “Yes, yes, she’s there,” Evan said, slipping almost out then in again. “Give her more, Harry.”

  Harry was lost to his own release. He sent an unholy praise to the Lord and came hard and long.

  Olivia’s pleasure extended, the wonderfully deep, G-spot orgasm causing her pussy to spasm around Harry’s cock as she groaned around Evan’s.

  “Ah yeah,” Evan said, releasing the tight hold on her hair. “That’s fucking amazing, babe.” He pulled out completely. “But I’m gonna come too if I’m not careful.”

  “That’s the… idea.” She was panting. Her body was shaking and her skin on fire, an inferno that started on her ass cheeks had spread everywhere. She couldn’t remember being so consumed by an orgasm.

  “I know, but I want to be inside you when I come.”

  She hung her head as Evan moved onto the bed.

  Harry withdrew and freed her hips but instantly Evan was there. He gripped her tight and sank deep.

  Her pussy clamped around his cock.

  “So hot,” he said, then slid his hand over her scorched buttocks. “You did this, Harry?”

  “Yeah, she loved it.” He caressed her back. “Didn’t you, Liv.”

  “Yes.” She couldn’t deny it. The spanking had been unique foreplay but it had done the job. “Yes, yes.” And now she wanted more. Of everything. “Evan…”

  “You’ll come again,” he said, withdrawing, then slowly, maddeningly slowly, driving into her. “Just not the way you’re expecting.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “What’ve you got in mind?” Harry asked as Evan continued to slowly fuck her from behind.

  “I think you know, mate.”

  “What?” Olivia asked, pushing backward onto Evan for more of his cock each time he hit full depth. “What are you… going to do?”

  “Got some lube?” Evan asked.

  Harry hesitated, then, “Sure.”

  Her thoughts spun. It was hard to process them with Evan sinking into her.

  “Here.” Harry moved back onto the bed, his flesh touching her torso as he sat at her side. “Lube.”

  “Thanks.” Evan was still and quiet for a moment, then his fingertips rubbed over her anus.

  “Oh!” She twitched away. No one had touched her there before.

  “Keep still, babe.” He set his fingers back where they’d been. “Harry made your ass a pretty pink,” he said calmly, “and now I’m going to take it.” He pressed at the center of her tight pucker.

  “Take it?” she asked, a tremble attacking her belly.

  “Yes. Like this.” As he’d spoken he’d slipped his lubed finger into her most intimate hole.

  “Evan!” She jerked forward but between them they held her in position.

  “Relax,” Harry said, his big hands holding her torso. “We need to do this.”

  “You need to? Why?” The sensation of having a finger in her ass was so new. It was dark and dense, and a bit embarrassing.

  “So we can both fuck you at the same time,” Harry said, stroking her breasts as he held her body. “Evan in your ass, me in your pussy.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “You’ll come so hard.”

  “Oh, God.” Raul had mentioned such a thing, when they’d been on Elysium. But really?

  “So we need to get this tight little ass used to cock,” Evan said.

  “What if… I don’t want to?” They were being so bad, so damn kinky. She loved it, but it was pushing her to the limit of what she thought she’d ever do in bed.

  Evan added another finger, stretching her delicate ring then pushing in knuckle deep.

  She groaned and her pussy clamped around his cock. Any thoughts of being embarrassed suddenly left her. The full, solid sensation of being filled in both holes was incredible. If she orgasmed like this, it would be s
o strong. Would she even survive it?

  She hung her head and gasped for breath

  “Oh, you want it, babe,” Evan said. “Your body is telling me that. You’re gripping my fingers and cock so damn tight with your ass and your pussy.”

  “Yes. I want to be able to give you both pleasure… at the same time.”

  “We love you and want you to have the most fun possible,” Harry said, pushing her hair aside. “So just relax and let Evan do what he needs to do, then next time, when we fuck you. You’ll get both of our dicks driving you to orgasm.” He paused. “It will be so damn hot. Think of it. All three of us. Coming. Hard. Together.”

  “Harry, yes.” Her mind was full of it. “Now.”

  “No, you’re not ready. Take Evan first.”

  Evan was still working her asshole. He was spreading his fingers, just a little, parting her and smearing the lube. It stung, but in a good way, and not much.

  “Relax,” Harry whispered. “Relax into it.”

  “I’m trying.”

  “Make her come,” Evan said, pulling his cock from her pussy. “Work her clit, mate.”

  “With pleasure.” Harry slid his hand beneath her, over her belly and found her clit. He began to rub it with fast, firm circular movements.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned.

  “You can call me Harry,” he said with a chuckle as he pressed up to her so her right side was tight against his body.

  “You’re going to make me… that’s so much.” His fingers were wicked. He hit the spot just right. Pressure was gathering.

  Evan pulled his fingers from her ass, but instantly the domed head of his cock was there. He gripped her hips.

  “Bear down,” he said. “Let me in.”

  “No I can’t… it’s…” His cock felt impossibly wide. How the hell would that fit inside her? “I can’t do this.”

  “You can, babe.” Evan pushed forward, very gently forcing her hole to open around his tip.

  She groaned, partly at the sensation of Evan easing into her and also because Harry was about to drag an orgasm from her.

  “That’s it,” Evan said. “Push back, like I said.”

  She tried to concentrate on doing just that, and bore down.

  He took full advantage and pushed in. Just as it started to smart, his glans popped inside her. “Ah yeah. Fuck, it’s so hot to see you like this, babe.”

  She blew out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. Evan was in her ass. His big cock stretching her anus wide. She couldn’t even imagine what it must look like for him.

  “And your red butt cheeks.” He smoothed over the left one. “Damn it, you have no idea how amazing you are.”

  “I’m going to come…” she groaned. Harry was relentless.

  “Yes, with me,” Evan said. He held her hips and sank deep into her ass.

  “Ahh…” she gasped, bowing her back and curling her toes again. “Evan.”

  The sensation was so strange, so heavy and thick. He was so far inside her. What did it feel like for him?

  “Ohh, babe…” he said. “I’m gonna come like this.” His voice was strained. “It’s too damn good.”

  “Come,” Harry said, upping his pace. “Come now. Both of you. You’re both really fucking hot together. Evan, jeez, man…”

  “Yes… yes… yes…” Her legs shook, sweat popped on her back and chest. Bright lights flashed behind her closed lids.

  Evan pulled almost out then slid back in.

  She came, her clitoris pulsing against Harry’s fingers as ecstasy claimed her.

  “Argh. Fucking hell!” Evan shouted, butting up to her ass, his balls touching her pussy lips. “Squeeze me like that, babe.”

  Her ass was spasming around his shaft as a furiously intense orgasm wreaked havoc on her body. She bucked back for more, pulled forward. She didn’t know what she wanted. All she knew was these two men had taken her somewhere she never thought she’d go. Her entire concentration was on the bliss stealing over her body and sending pulse waves of ecstasy over her nerves.

  “Keep going,” Harry said, cupping her left breast and tugging her nipple. “This is glorious.”

  She had no choice but to keep riding her orgasm. Evan’s release was loud, though he didn’t slam in and out of her, his movements remained gentle.

  Eventually he stilled. Her orgasm receded, leaving her with aftershocks, and Harry stopped working her clit.

  “I’ve never…” she started.

  “Looked more incredible,” Harry said, tugging at the blindfold.

  She blinked in the light of the room, even though it wasn’t bright. She’d been so lost to herself, she’d folded in on the sense of touch and thought of little else.

  She shivered.

  “You’re gonna get cold,” Evan said. “So I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

  She nodded.

  He withdrew his softening cock.

  As soon as he had, Harry scooped her into his arms and dragged her up the bed. Her head landed on a pillow next to his.

  She was still breathing fast.

  “Babe,” Evan said, kissing up her neck, across her cheek and then each of her eyelids in turn. “You’re so perfect for us.”

  “Perfect for a couple of kinky pervs.” She giggled.

  “Hey, you had fun.” Evan grinned down at her. “Which makes you as pervy as us.”

  “So we’re well suited.” Harry ran his hand over her belly and squeezed in close. “The three of us.”

  They lay for several minutes quietly catching their breath. Olivia was aware of a few small tremors attacking her pussy as her orgasm died away. Her heart rate settled and she yawned.

  “Tired?” Harry asked.

  “Yes, very.” She lifted his hand and looped her fingers with his. “I wonder how the guys are getting on in the casino. We should go and take a look.”

  The door creaked open.

  Olivia lifted her head to see who it was.

  Mason stepped into the bedroom.

  For a moment he hesitated, then he moved to the end of the bed and ran his attention from Olivia’s toes, over her naked body, to her face.

  “We were just wondering how it was going,” Olivia said, feeling suddenly very bare and reaching for the crumpled up sheet to cover herself.

  “Raul is winning.”

  “He is?”

  Mason nodded once, though he didn’t look pleased.

  “What’s up?” she asked, releasing Harry’s hand.

  “Nothing.” His fists clenched and he tipped his chin. “Have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  He turned and left the room, leaving a decidedly frosty atmosphere behind him.

  “What’s bugging him?” Harry asked.

  “No idea. I thought he wanted to be at the casino,” Evan said. “When I came up here, he and Lucas were plotting their next roulette move.”

  “I know what’s up.” Olivia climbed to the end of the bed and stood. She spotted a black robe with an embroidered image of a golden pyramid on the back, and dragged it on.

  “What?” Evan asked, propping up onto his elbows.

  “We haven’t… Mason and I…” She held up her hands. “Really and truly it was his turn, he hasn’t had a night with me yet. And now here I am, up here, with you both.”

  Harry and Evan looked at each other but said nothing.

  “I should go to him.” Without waiting for a reply, she turned and left the room. Her legs were a little weak, and she was tender down below. The robe rubbed against her sore ass cheeks.

  Without glancing at the stunning view, she went to the bedroom with a light shining from around the door, which was a little ajar. Pausing, she heard Mason talking. His voice was low, his accent thicker than usual. She couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.

  After thirty seconds or so, she heard the phone click down.

  She pushed open the door.

  Mason was staring out of the sloping window, his hands clasped behin
d his back and his spine rod-straight.

  “Hey,” she said.

  He didn’t reply.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “For… if I hurt you.” She wasn’t about to apologize for having sex with Harry and Evan. Hell, on Elysium it had been Mason to first point out the men had an agreement, they all liked her and were happy to share.

  “You didn’t hurt me.”

  “I feel like I did.”

  “You disappointed me.” Finally he turned to face her.

  A dark pit of regret opened up in her stomach. She should have made a point of making this Mason’s night. Of having fun with him, ensuring he knew how special he was to her.

  Instead she’d dismissed him and his feelings and his need for her.

  “I’m sorry.” She looked at her bare feet. Her toes were disappearing into the deep cream-colored carpet.

  “You don’t need to apologize.”

  “Clearly I do.” She held out her hands. “Mason, you and I, we—”

  “Don’t have the connection you have with the others.”

  “That’s not true.” Frustration mixed with her regret. She cared for him, loved him, every bit as much as she did the others. She had to make him see that.

  She stepped closer but he tensed so she stopped. “Please, let me make it up to you.”

  He shook his head, just a fraction.

  “I’ll go shower,” she said. “We’ll sleep in here, together, me and you.” She smiled and tipped her head. “Have that fun we’ve been talking about.”

  He glanced away. “No.”

  That one word was like a slap to her face. He was rejecting her. “But…”

  “You’ve had your fun.” He nodded at the robe. “Your body is satisfied, tired, what is there left for me?”

  “I have plenty left for you.”

  “No, I wanted you freshly horny. I wanted to be able to sate a need in you, me, just me. The way Lucas, Evan, Harry and Raul all have.”

  “Mason, you have to understand. It’s not like that. With you it will be special because it… well, it’s with you.”

  He nipped the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

  Is he going to change his mind?

  A glimmer of hope spread in her emotions. “Mason, if I go shower, will you let me back in? Pour us a glass of something so we can cuddle up and, you know…”