by Vanessa Vale
“Oh,” she whispered, finally letting the bra slide off her shoulders and to the tiled floor.
We stared at her perfect breasts. A handful and heavy, they were teardrop shaped with upturned plump nipples. Pretty pink nipples that were hardening as we watched.
“Fuck,” I breathed. My mouth watered to get my lips on them.
Donovan made a grunting sound and stalked to the shower, fiddled with the various knobs and got the water going. Before either of us could get our clothes off, steam billowed out the open door.
It was her turn to stare. Clearly, she wasn’t used to watching two men strip.
Donovan tugged Kit into the shower with him and grabbed the soap. I followed, then sank onto the bench seat. He handed me the bar before his lathered hands ran over her shoulders, down her arms and then to her breasts. He was taking high, so I’d take low. With her pussy right at eye level, I was content with the arrangement.
She had four hands on her, running over every inch of her, getting her nice and clean. I did her legs, then carefully washed her pussy, ensuring no soap remained on that delicate flesh before I began to play. She was wet, and not from the shower, my fingers sliding into her easily.
She went up on her tiptoes as I fucked her gently, my palm rubbing against her clit as I did so. Her head was angled back and Donovan was kissing her as he played with her nipples. Gorgeous.
She broke the kiss when she came, her breathy cries of pleasure echoing off the tile. Her inner walls clenched and milked my fingers as her body went soft and pliant. “Hold her up for me,” I said to Donovan.
He was able to use her sated state to lift her up, his hands hooked behind each knee as she was pressed into him. She was wide open for me, her pussy lips parted and I could see every inch of her. Swollen, coated in her sweet arousal and ready for another orgasm. I could even see the hole continuing to clench from the remaining pleasure.
I leaned forward and put my mouth on her. Donovan had eaten her out the night before and I hadn’t gotten the chance. Now I had her sweet flavor on my tongue. Her hips bucked but Donovan’s hold kept her right where I wanted her. I flicked her clit, circled it, then took one lip into my mouth, then the other. I hardened my tongue and fucked her with it, then moved lower still, rimming the tight rosette of her ass.
“Nix!” she cried, her hand going to my hair. She tugged and I looked up at her. “Oh god, what are you two doing?” This was probably the most erotic thing she’d ever done. If we wiped out every thought about any guy before us, then good.
We weren’t vanilla. We could be, like the night before, where we were tame and gentle, but we liked things a little wild. Bold. We weren’t going to curb our sexual appetites just because the things we liked to do were illegal in a few states. Hell, sharing her was pretty damned wild.
Unless she absolutely hated something, screamed some kind of safe word like “pineapple,” we would push her, to get her off in ways she never imagined.
I grinned. She was spread wide, water beaded and rolled down her creamy skin. Her tits were upturned and ripe.
“We’re loving you,” I said.
“Yes, but that was… where you licked—”
“Your ass? It’s virgin, isn’t it, Kitty Kat?” Donovan said, licking up her neck.
“Yes,” she breathed. She didn’t try to wiggle out of his hold, but I knew Kit was vulnerable like this, even aroused. So I’d make her forget she was embarrassed, especially since there was nothing to be embarrassed about. We would take her ass, play with it, fuck it. But she’d be prepared first. A little warmup now would show her how much she would like it.
I didn’t say anything more. Our girl had her thighs spread wide and I wasn’t wasting the opportunity. I brushed my tongue over her asshole once more, briefly, then worked my way back up. I slipped a finger into her again, coated it with her arousal, then moved it to her back entrance. While I worked her clit with my tongue, I played with her ass, circled it, pressed in, circled some more, then eventually was able to get the tip past the tight ring of muscle.
She gasped and her eyes flared open. Hungry. Needy. Surprised. I smiled against her clit and carefully moved my fingertip, waking up all those nerve endings I knew would make her come so hard.
While I did all that, Donovan talked to her. Dirty. Filthy, even.
“I’m watching Nix finger your ass. You like it, don’t you? That little pussy’s ours to take. To fuck. That ass is going to be ours soon.”
He talked her up until she came, then crooned to her, how beautiful she was as she screamed, coated my chin in her juices. Her ass squeezed my fingertip and I knew it was going to be a tight fit, a death grip on my dick when I finally got in there.
“Put her on my cock,” I told Donovan.
He stepped forward and together, we carefully lowered her so she was straddling my waist, her pussy hovering over my dick, then onto it. Her eyes fluttered open.
There she was. My Kit. Her pussy was clenching, adjusting to be crammed full of dick. I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her. When she pulled back, she licked her lips and I knew she could taste herself.
“I guess you like a little ass play, huh?” I asked, stroking her wet hair back.
Her dark eyes met mine. “More,” she breathed.
Donovan swore and shut off the shower. I followed him into the bedroom, Kit still riding my cock, now with her legs about my waist.
I lowered her onto Donovan’s bed as I stood at the edge, began to fuck her. Donovan moved so he could take her hands, hold them over her head, pinning her in place again. If she wanted more, she’d get it.
10
KIT
“Obviously, Dolly took you back,” Donovan said, tearing off a bite of crust with his teeth.
Pizza had been delivered ten minutes ago and we were eating it sitting on Donovan’s bed. Before that, after Nix came inside me, Donovan took his turn, sitting on the edge of the bed and having me straddle him. Even though it was the three of us together, they were different lovers. They kissed differently, fucked differently. Even their dicks felt different when inside me.
There was no question of one versus the other, choosing. I wanted both, needed what each of them offered.
While they’d slipped on their boxers—and Donovan a pair of gym shorts to answer the door—they hadn’t let me get dressed and I sat cross-legged between them. Naked, except for the sheet that settled about my lap. It was strange to sit between them, my boobs right out there. But the looks they gave me as they ate, and the way my pussy felt after being with both of them, I felt… pretty.
And after what we’d done, well, sitting naked was the least of what I should be embarrassed about. Nix had put his finger in my butt. That sounded ridiculously clinical, but he had. And god, I’d liked it. My pussy clenched remembering how it had felt. I had no idea something so… dark would feel so dang good. I’d gone off like a firework. What woman could resist one guy’s mouth on her clit while another said very naughty things in her ear. Oh, and holding me open, like yoga-wide open.
I was a total slut. And I was loving every minute of it.
I forgot what Donovan had said. Dolly, right. “She did. After all she’d done for me, I wasn’t very nice to her when I left for Billings. I’m surprised she was so cool about it.”
“She cares for you,” Nix said, grabbing another slice from the box.
“Not to be mean to my mom, but Dolly’s been there for me.” I glanced between the two of them. “She knew about you two.”
They stared at me. “Oh?” Donovan asked.
I shrugged. “I guess she’s known all along. She said you guys used to come in to the diner just for me.”
“You didn’t know that?” Nix asked.
“You really did?”
“Kitty Kat.” That was all Donovan said, as if it had been obvious. For everyone but me, it seemed.
“Wow. Okay, well.” I was flustered. The guys had stopped by the diner because they’d liked me. And I rem
ember serving them, a lot. “Anyway, she knows we’re together. She could tell by just looking at me.”
Nix ran a finger down the side of my neck, then winked. “We didn’t leave any hickeys.”
I nibbled on my piece as I raised a hand to my neck. “Thanks for that, but I think she’s been expecting it. Waiting.”
“Us, too,” Nix said.
“She’s glad we finally got together.” They looked a little unsettled. “Why? I thought… I’m naked in bed with you. This isn’t together?”
I freaked a little and the pizza in my mouth tasted like sawdust all of a sudden. I’d said the wrong thing. Assumed too much. I dropped what was left of the slice back into the box and moved to get up. God, I’d been so silly!
Donovan gave my ass a swat and I spun about on my knees. “Kitty Kat, we’re together. After what we just did, you question it?”
“I always question it.”
He frowned. “Why? Haven’t we made ourselves clear on where we stand?”
I gave a little shrug. “You just look a little uncomfortable or something.”
“We’re not ready to share you yet, that’s all,” Donovan said.
I believed that, but there was so much more baggage to the three of us than just us being together. There was the murder, which I wasn’t even going to bring up now. Then the same other stuff I’d been dwelling on. I thought I had my shit together, but definitely not. As for them?
“Yes, but… look at you two. Big, mountain men. And then there’s me.”
Donovan grabbed my wrist and tugged me over his lap as Nix pulled the pizza box out of the way.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pressed into his sturdy thighs, looking over my shoulder at him.
“Spanking you. Like I’ve been saying.”
His hand landed on my upturned ass, not too hard, but enough to have me squeak and my butt to sting. “Donovan!”
He did it again, then a third time. “Do you need more to know we’re in this with you?”
I shook my head, my butt stinging. “No. No more spanking.”
His hand nudged my thighs apart and he grinned. “Yeah, but you love it. So wet.”
I pursed my lips. “That’s your cum. You guys have too much of it.”
Donovan growled. “Nix, in the drawer.”
Nix shifted to look in the bedside table. He pulled out a small package and grinned. He ripped it open swiftly, tossed the packaging on the floor and held up the item.
A butt plug. Instantly, I clenched down thinking about that shiny metal object going inside me. There.
Donovan grabbed it as Nix pulled out a small bottle of lube from the drawer.
“Guys,” I said warily, trying to squirm off Donovan’s lap.
“Don’t move, Kitty Kat. You liked it when Nix played with your ass earlier, so you’ll like this too.”
I wasn’t so sure about that, and when he got it all slicked up and pressing against my back entrance, I gasped.
Nix moved closer so he could play with my pussy as Donovan slowly worked the plug inside me. “I can feel all our cum in her.”
It was too much. I was so sensitive after coming earlier. Those awakened nerve endings fired back to life, and I squirmed now for an entirely different reason.
The plug slipped into place with a silent pop and I begged. Yes, begged. I was so close to coming and both of them were touching me. How did they know how to work my body so easily, giving me incredible pleasure? A finger brushed my clit as the plug was bumped.
I came, clenching down on the hard plug and the insistent finger. Sweat bloomed on my skin and I felt wantonly… incredible.
Their hands moved away when the feelings subsided. I was a panting, clenching, sweaty mess. Again.
Donovan picked me up and set me back between them so fast, my breasts bounced, the plug shifted deep inside me. He growled.
“What?” I asked.
His gaze was dark, intense. “Seeing that plug stretch you open, knowing our cum’s in you, filling you up, coming out…”
Nix shifted on the bed. “Finish your pizza. You’re going to need your strength.”
It was my turn to squirm because the plug was keeping me really aroused. They wanted me, again, and god, I wanted them. I reached for my piece and took another bite. I wanted the orgasms I knew they’d give me, but I also wanted to talk. “You’re worried that Dolly knows about us,” I said, circling back to their earlier unease.
Donovan went to the bathroom and I heard the sink come on. When he returned, he grabbed his glass of water from the bedside table, took a drink. “Do you know how long we’ve wanted to be with you? Fantasized fucking you, putting a plug in your ass? Hell, fucking your ass and pussy at the same time?”
“I…” I had to assume as long as I wanted them.
Donovan’s pale gaze held mine. “But the murder investigation is a problem.”
All pleasure evaporated. Oh yeah. The murder. “Because I’m a suspect,” I replied.
“Because if anyone finds out we’re together, the case could be compromised.” Nix went to the bathroom, washed his hands.
“Then why are we here like this?”
Nix came back out, grinned. “I could remind you, but the cum coating your thighs is doing the job.”
“Don’t forget that gorgeous ass with the plug deep inside,” Donovan added.
“Guys,” I moaned.
“We want you. Want to marry you, and we don’t want Erin’s murder to get in the way of that.”
The pizza got stuck in my throat. I crawled over to Donovan’s glass and took a big swallow. “Marry?” I asked, finally.
They both looked at me. Big, brawny, their chests bare, washboard abs on display.
“You’re not a one-night stand, Kitty Kat.”
Since it had already been two nights, I didn’t think so. But marriage?
“You mean it?”
Donovan’s brow winged up and he patted his lap. “Do you need a spanking again to believe us? Maybe a bigger plug?”
Maybe a Monday night was quiet and that was why no one bothered me on my shift at the diner. But Tuesday’s lunch crowd was brutal. Not because it was busy. Even though it had been over a year since I’d waitressed, I was used to it. What I wasn’t used to were the whispers behind my back.
She’s the roommate.
How could she have slept through a murder?
Maybe she takes after her crazy mother.
The buzz in the restaurant wasn’t from the caffeine in the coffee. It was about me. The other waitresses weren’t thrilled I’d been back a day and everyone wanted to sit in my section.
Not because I was an exceptional server, but they wanted to look me over. Ask me outright, then leave shitty tips.
“Who do you think killed Erin Mills?” a long-haul trucker asked me.
I topped off his coffee and pasted on a big smile. “I’m just your waitress, not the police.”
A group of women who appeared to have just left a church Bible study, looked down their noses at me, even though they were sitting down. An older lady in the group took it upon herself to be their spokesperson. “Young lady, someone like you shouldn’t be reaching.” She glanced around to see her friends nodding and continued. “God gives us what we can handle, and it seems working here is all you can handle.”
I didn’t refill their iced teas or carry off their finished plates. I just spun on my sneakered heel and stopped by Dolly. “Table six is all yours.”
She glanced that way, made a humph sound, then nodded.
All the customers were doing was validating my weaknesses. Maybe it was because I was tired, not from being kept up late into the night by two men with strong sexual appetites, but from the two nightmares I’d had later on. They were the same thing: seeing Erin, feeling the blood, smelling the scent of it. I couldn’t escape it, not in my dreams or in reality.
I had been a waitress since high school to make ends meet. I still was. There was nothing wrong with it
. Nothing. But while Dolly had been the mother I barely had and the diner was like a second home, I’d wanted to branch out. I wanted to be an event planner. Had for a long time. The idea of organizing a party or something fun and special… something meaningful made me feel good. Perhaps it was because I’d grown up in a house that was a complete disaster. I’d never had birthday parties or anything like that, but wanted to see others have pretty invitations and party favors and cute finger foods.
I’d even put that bee in Erin’s bonnet back in the day, that it would be fun… and pay the bills. She’d had the money to back the idea, and since she liked to party, it was a good fit for her.
And now, with Erin gone, her business along with her, I didn’t have the capital to start a company of my own. With having to support my mom, it was even harder to get ahead. But extra shifts at the diner would help. I’d get the cash I needed to get back on my feet.
That was a goal that seemed pretty damned hard to obtain. That wasn’t what my problem was. Something bigger, something worse, because there was no happy ending. The flare of hope I’d had for the past two days was being snuffed out. All the whispering and comments reinforced every doubt I had about being with Nix and Donovan. Oh, they told me, showed me, and even spanked me to let me know that they wanted it all with me. They’d even mentioned marriage, which was insane.
I really wanted that.
But they were thinking with their dicks. Good sex made brain cells fry. I could relate. Perhaps that was why I’d stayed with them for two nights. Listened to their vows of a long-term relationship.
It wasn’t going to work out. It couldn’t. I would only bring them down. How could I not? Nix was a detective on the fucking case. If anyone found out he was sleeping with a suspect…
And Donovan, when the killer was found, the entire case could be blown because of either witness tampering or conflict of interest. I wasn’t a lawyer, but even I knew it wasn’t right.
