by Vanessa Vale
KIT
I hooked my legs around Donovan’s waist, crossing my ankles.
God, they weren’t in love with each other. They weren’t a couple. I’d been mistaken. So very wrong that winter night. But what I’d seen… it looked like they were a couple. But perhaps it was my insecurities about myself that had had me fleeing. I could have knocked, asked. I could have congratulated them on their relationship. Anything that would have given them a moment to clear things up.
But no. That hadn’t happened. We’d lost a year. God, I’d moved away!
I couldn’t think about that now. We were together now. Here. That was what I could focus on, and it was easy to do so when I was in Donovan’s arms. God, he felt good. So strong, so manly in comparison to me. He was hard muscled where I was soft.
He stopped in front of Nix’s bed. Nix followed behind us, flipped on the light switch. The lamp beside the bed came on, set the room with a soft glow.
“We want you, Kitty Kat.”
His hands were under my ass, holding me up. My ankles barely crossed behind his back he was so broad. I had to tip my head back to look up at him, to see the heat in his eyes. The need. The want.
“I understand,” I whispered, glancing at Nix over his shoulder. Both of them were here with me. It was a dream come true. Definitely every one of my fantasies.
“Do you?”
I nodded, although perhaps not the depth of it. I’d been with Lucas Mills and one other guy back in college, but that had been it. I wasn’t wildly experienced and certainly never been with two guys at the same time before. While this was what I wanted, I was definitely jumping into new territory when it came to sex.
He lowered his head, kissed me. God, the kiss earlier had been fierce. Consuming. This was gentle, almost a brushing of his lips over mine. But I felt the heat of him, the hard press of his dick against my pussy, his hands spanning my bottom, gripping hard. He held me as if I weighed nothing, kissed me as if I gave him life.
He groaned.
“That night, we were going to tell you how we felt. We wanted you to know that you were it for us.”
Nix moved to stand at my side. While Donovan held me, Nix stroked my hair. “That’s right. We wanted you then, we want you now.”
I grinned, rolled my hips. I might be less than experienced, but it didn’t keep me from being eager. I wasn’t shy about my sexuality, I just hadn’t had tons of opportunity to use it. “I know; I can feel how much Donovan wants me.”
Though I wasn’t a virgin, I was pretty much a born-again virgin since it had been long enough. Could I handle both of them? I had a feeling they were big everywhere.
Nix shook his head, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “For keeps. This isn’t a one-night stand. This isn’t casual.”
“We take you tonight and you’re ours,” Donovan stated. “No going back.”
My heart was practically beating out of my chest. No going back? “You mean—”
“Forever, Kit,” Nix added.
“Oh my god,” I breathed. “Yes.”
Nix’s hand slid down my hair, tugged gently at the long length, tipping my head back. Angled it so he could kiss me. His tongue found mine, took my mouth like I knew his cock would take my pussy.
Donovan growled and Nix stepped back. He lowered me to the bed, leaned over and set a hand beside my head. The corner of his mouth tipped up as his gaze roved over my face. “I can’t believe you’re here. With us,” he murmured, as if in awe. “Fuck, we wanted you in bed like this that night. Now we have you.”
I nodded, bit my lip. Lifting my hand, I cupped the back of his head, felt the silky softness of his hair. His eyes fell closed, as if the simplest of touches pleasured him. In that moment, I felt powerful.
“Yes?” he asked, perhaps to ensure I was okay with being with him, with both of them, one last time.
“Yes, Donovan.” I turned my head to Nix, who stood beside the bed, watchful and waiting. “Yes, Nix. I want this. I want both of you. I have for years.”
As if those words were all that held them back, Donovan’s fingers curled into the top of my sweatpants, slid them down my thighs.
“Oh fuck,” Nix murmured when he saw I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I’d only had on my sleep shorts and tank top this morning, and the hospital had given me the clothes, but no panties or bra. While Nix had brought me a bag of my clothes, they hadn’t given me any chance to change into them.
“Kitty Kat,” Donovan growled. He looked up at me from the foot of the bed. The sweatpants were on the floor, but his hands were on my ankles. His hold was gentle, but when I tried to close my legs, he didn’t allow it. “If I’d known your pussy was bare underneath, I’d have blown my load back at the office.”
I grinned at his situation, but I was also self-conscious. I wasn’t tall, skinny and big boobed like Erin. I was short, curvy and had decent Bs. The only exercise I got was of the free variety. Walking. And I never passed a donut I didn’t like. When the rubber hit the road, or my back hit Nix’s bed, would I be enough?
“I want to kiss that mouth,” Donovan began. “But now… fuck. I’ve got other things to kiss first.”
I frowned, but gasped when he dropped to his knees, tugged my ankles right over his shoulders. “Oh my god.”
Lifting my head just enough, I looked at Donovan between my parted thighs. Right there. He glanced up at me, his blue eyes darker than usual. His jaw was clenched, his hands, warm, yet firm on my inner thighs.
“I want this… but Erin. With all that’s happened, is this right?” I asked, practically panting. “I mean, she’s dead and we’re—”
Nix set his hand on the bed, which made it dip. He reached out, brushed his fingers over my hair. It seemed it was something he really liked to do. I tipped my cheek into his palm. “Now is the exactly the right time. It just shows how much time we’ve lost. How we can’t waste any more of it. How important you are. We want to make you feel alive.”
I nodded, and he leaned down to kiss me. When I blinked my eyes open, he was studying me, his face so close. Erin would have been the first to cheer me on for a wild night with two hotties.
“Yes,” I whispered as I felt Donovan’s thumbs making circles on my inner thighs.
Nix pushed off, nodded to Donovan.
Donovan didn’t say anything, just put his mouth on my pussy as he’d wanted. Kissed me right on top of my clit. Then licked, sliding down to my entrance and back up.
“How’s she taste?” Nix asked.
I blinked up at him, watched as he took his shirt off. I couldn’t miss the hard press of his cock as it angled up to the right of his belt buckle. Thick and long, it looked like a pipe in his jeans. My hips rolled as Donovan licked me again, distracting me. Somehow, he flattened and firmed his tongue so it rasped up every sensitive inch of me. My hips rolled into him wanting that again. Forever.
“Like fucking heaven.”
My eyes fell closed. I’d had a guy there before, but it had never been like this. Hell, he’d needed a map to find my clit. Donovan, though, knew what he was doing and seemed to revel in it. It wasn’t a chore to him, it was like my pussy was a feast and he’d been fasting. I was close to coming already. When he slid one finger, then two, inside me and curled them in some magical way, I cried out. Reached down and held on to his head. Squeezed my thighs into his ears.
“Donovan,” I gasped. Begged.
He must have translated that to mean, harder. Faster. Add another finger because he did all that. I came on a scream. My back arched. My fingers dug into his hair. Tugged. My head tipped back. I’d never come so hard in my life and when the pleasure waned and he gentled his actions, I slumped into the bed. A grin spread across my face.
“I like seeing our girl looking like that,” Nix said.
I had enough energy to tip my head down, to look at Donovan. He was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a sly grin on his face. Yeah, he was proud of himself. He should be. With skills like that…
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“Got her all soft and ready for you,” Donovan told Nix, then kissed my calf and stood.
I blinked up at Nix, who tossed something to Donovan. A condom. He held another one in his hand, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. How could I when he was naked?
Wow. I turned so I wasn’t falling off the bed, propped myself up to look at him. I knew he was in good shape, but he belonged on a fitness magazine cover. Bulging biceps, broad shoulders. A smattering of dark hair was on his chest, which tapered over his washboard abs and into a thin line that went straight to his dick. And what a dick! I licked my lips at the sight as he rolled a condom on. Long and thick, it was a darker shade than the rest of his body. It jutted up from dark curls and almost to his navel. My pussy clenched in eagerness, but would it all fit?
His thick thighs flexed as he moved onto the bed, reached out and pulled me so he was on his back and I was on half on top of him. His skin was so warm. Soft, but the hard muscles beneath reminded me of how manly he was. And the way his cock pressed against my thigh, how virile.
I wasn’t just soft and ready, I was lust-crazed. Eager. A tongue-made orgasm was just a warmup. I wanted more, so I took. Straddling one of his thighs, I started to rub against Nix as I kissed him. His hand moved to my hair, held me in place. He took over, licking into my mouth as he flipped us. Only when I was whimpering and writhing did he move his head lower, finding a nipple, licking it then sucking on it. The rhythmic pull went right to my clit.
“Nix!” I cried, trying to shift my hips so I could get his cock in me.
Lifting his head, he looked down at me with a sexy smile. “Got a greedy pussy?”
I nodded, reached down and gripped his dick. I could barely close my fingers around him. He hissed out a breath and stiffened. “Fuck, Kit.”
“Now,” I whispered, rolling my hips up so he sank into me, just enough to tease us both.
He groaned, pushed forward. “Oh fuck.”
He was big and taking him was hard, but I was so wet that he was able to push forward, pull back, a little bit at a time until he was in all the way. I felt his balls bump my bottom.
I exhaled, relaxed my hands which had been pressing against his chest.
He kissed me again as he began to fuck me. Deep strokes that hit my clit every time. I couldn’t get enough air, and I turned my head to the side. Cried out his name.
I blinked my eyes open, saw Donovan beside the bed. Watching as he worked his dick.
In the moment, I’d forgotten about him. Knowing he was watching me get fucked by his friend made me wetter. Nix nipped at my neck when he felt it. This was so dirty. Filthy, getting fucked by two men. But this wasn’t just any two men. This was Nix and Donovan. They would never hurt me. They’d take care of me. Make all of my worries slip away. Catch me when I fell.
And that pushed me over the edge, the knowledge I could let go and they’d be there, watching and keeping me safe. I came on a gasp, pulling my knees back so I could take even more of Nix. My inner walls clenched down on him. He groaned and fucked me harder, becoming wild in his motions until he thrust hard one last time, held himself deep and came.
His breath fanned my neck, our bodies were slick with sweat. It had been so good, my fingers tingled. I had thought about being with Nix as my vibrator got me off, but it had been nothing like this. Not even close. And I wasn’t even done.
Nix reached between us, held onto the base of the condom as he pulled out, sat back on his heels. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He grinned, his eyes sated and happy.
I smiled shyly up at him. My pussy throbbed, almost ached from the pounding. But I was ready for more.
“How do you want her, Donovan?”
“Hands and knees, Kitty Kat. Face the bathroom so when Nix comes out, he can watch you get fucked.”
Nix moved off the bed and gave me a wink before he went to dispose of the condom. I rolled and looked at Donovan as I moved as he wanted. Compared him to Nix.
Donovan was bigger. Everywhere. He was just a larger man. Football big. Legs like tree trunks. Torso like a barrel. Dick like a third arm.
“Like what you see?” he asked, giving himself another stroke.
I nodded, licked my lips.
“Fuck, Kitty Kat. You can suck me off another time. I tasted that gorgeous pussy. It’s time to fuck it.”
He stalked around the bed and I turned my head to watch him as he moved. Kneeling on the bed behind me, his hand slid down the length of my back.
“You wet for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, as he slid a finger through my folds.
“Sore?”
I shook my head.
“Ready for more dick?”
I wiggled my hips. “Please, Donovan.”
Gripping the base, he slid the head over me. “Please, what?”
“Please give me more dick. Ahhhh!”
He didn’t wait, slid into me in one slow push. Where Nix had been big, Donovan was thicker, stretching me so much. Where Nix had been a touch wild, Donovan was controlled. Completely opposite of their personalities.
A big hand settled on my shoulder as he began to take me, keeping me from moving across the bed. His other hand cupped my breast, played with the nipple.
That was how Nix saw me when he came out of his bathroom. Being fucked from behind and taken hard.
“Shit, I’m hard again,” he swore.
He was. His dick was growing as I watched. My fingers clenched the blanket as Donovan wrung the pleasure from me, slow enough to be almost torture. Perhaps he was moving carefully because of his size, but it was so good. I pushed back as he thrust to get as much of him as I could. I’d never come three times before, but I was ready to do so again. I’d never been so eager. So… hot for it.
“Nix, come here,” I said, my voice sounding so unlike my own, all sultry and breathy.
He stepped close and I reached out, gripped his cock and pulled him closer. He didn’t resist, not one bit. I was in just the right position to lick him, then take him into my mouth. He was clean tasting and smooth against my tongue. Yet hard and big enough to doubt I’d be able to take all of him.
“Kit,” he moaned.
I was being bold. I’d never been like this before. Wild. Passionate to have one man fuck me while I sucked another one off. These two pulled it out of me, brought out a side I’d never known. They weren’t complaining. In fact, they liked it. Liked me this way and that made me even hotter.
I sucked Nix as best I could as Donovan fucked me. All three of us together, giving each other pleasure. None of us lasted long, for it was just too good. Nix, who’d come just a short time ago, came first, his salty essence coating my tongue. He pulled out and I came, the pleasure like a rolling wave, taking me under. That finished Donovan off and he pulled me up and back so I was pressed against him, straddling his thighs. “Kitty Kat,” he breathed into my ear as I felt him pulse and fill the condom.
I must have passed out in his arms because I vaguely remembered a washcloth between my thighs, a blanket being pulled over me. A hard body to nestle against. I just knew I was content. Sated.
6
NIX
I lay awake thinking about the case. Kit was tucked into my side, her arm over my belly, one leg tucked over mine. I was hard, again, but I ignored it as best I could. I’d come twice and while my balls should have been empty, I wanted her again. I didn’t think it would ever stop, this need.
But now she was in my arms. Her scent filled the air, along with the tang of sex. And that made me even harder. She’d been wild. Passionate. Naughty. Just as I’d expected. She was so reserved, kept her emotions on lockdown all the time. I didn’t blame her, not with her mom the way she was. The woman could be set off by anything. News. The weather. Hell, even the mailman knocking on the door. Kit had learned to hide any kind of intense emotions. Too much excitement or too much worry could destroy Mrs. Lancaster’s perfectly balanced life. That was how Kit had worded it, and it made sense.
/> But it made it hard on Kit. No kid should have to mother a parent. No high schooler should have to work full time to make ends meet. She shouldn’t be a mom to her own mom. But she was.
She’d gone it alone for so long. But now she had us. Donovan and I were in this with her. When we’d said there was no going back, we’d meant it. We would, though, need a bigger fucking bed.
While mine was king-sized, Donovan was too fucking big for the three of us to fit comfortably. Kit was practically draped over me, but we needed space. But that was an easy fix. We’d just move somewhere that fit all of us.
What wasn’t so easy was the fucking murder of Erin Mills. How was I going to handle an investigation and a relationship with one of the suspects? It would have to be a secret, of course. It wouldn’t matter once Kit was cleared, but until then… we had to be careful.
Kit stirred, mumbled. I stroked her hip with the hand that was wrapped around her, but she didn’t settle.
“No,” she cried, then sat up and gasped.
Doing so, she elbowed me in the crotch. I angled my thigh fortunately, which kept my dick from getting hit.
She sat there, gasping. Even in the dark, I could see her blink, trying to clear the nightmare. Tried to figure out where she was.
“Kit, shh, it’s okay. You’re here with us. You’re safe.”
Donovan stirred, came up on his elbow on the far side of the bed.
“Nightmare?” he murmured.
Kit’s body was glorious with just the soft glow of moonlight. The sheet was about her waist, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her nipples were dark circles, soft and lickable. Yup, I was fucking hard.
“God, I had a nightmare,” she said, brushing her hair back with a shaky hand. “All I could see was Erin. Dead on the floor.” She looked at her hands. “I can still feel the blood.”
I sat up, ran a hand up and down her arm, trying to soothe her, trying to get her mind on the here and now. “You’re safe.”
“But Erin—”
“I know. It’s my job to find out what happened to her.”
