After Hours: MMF Romance

by Bianca Vix

  But she could handle herself. And what did she have to go home to? A small, empty apartment that she couldn’t bring herself to decorate yet and the inevitable obsessing about her failed marriage. Having a few more drinks with a hot guy would be a hell of a lot more fun.

  “Sure,” she said, downing the last of her margarita.

  Ty’s car was close by and the drive to his place didn’t take long. The two of them rode in a comfortable silence, as if they had been friends for a long time. As her body relaxed into the soft seat, Lillah let an unfamiliar feeling of contentment overtake her.

  When he pulled up to a security gate, however, she bolted upright.

  The house behind it was stunning. There were no other words. Huge, modern and beautiful, it was the kind of place she would drive by and dream about living in someday, ignoring the fact that it would never actually happen.

  “Wow,” she breathed, trying to take it all in.

  “Carson has good taste. I moved in with him six months ago,” Ty said, grinning at her reaction as they got out of the car.

  “What is he, some kind of super model?” When Ty opened the front door, Lillah stepped inside gingerly, as if she could break something just by her presence.

  “Ha! I wish. He’s a stock trader, and he’s very good at it.”

  Lillah followed Ty out back to the pool, which was nearly as breathtaking as the house. Surrounded by immaculate gardens of lush flowers, there was a huge bar at the far corner that made her envy the parties they must have here.

  Ty waved towards a couple of large lounge chairs off to his right. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a few.”

  Instead of sitting, Lillah walked around the entire length of the pool. This was like a dream come true. No. A fantasy, really. And she was going to let herself get caught up in it. There was no reason not to have a break from reality, even a short one. If only for a little while, she could leave everything else behind and pretend that a life like this belonged to her.

  She had just taken a seat on the lounge chair when Ty reappeared, drinks in hand. He had taken his shirt off, giving her an eyeful of his very nice abs.

  Setting the glasses on a small table, he sat down on the chair beside her, so close his leg brushed hers. Even that gentle touch on her bare skin gave her instant goose bumps.

  His hand, cool from carrying the ice-filled glass, came to rest just above her knee.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he said, his eyes capturing hers. The look on his face was crystal clear. I have to have you, right now.

  Lillah gave herself over to the moment.

  Deep blue eyes sparkling, Ty took hold of her shoulders, tracing a fingertip down her cheek, reaching her lips. And right there, outside as the sun set and darkness took over, his hungry lips met hers.

  At first Lillah stiffened, even though she thought she was ready. It had been a long time since someone had kissed her passionately and for a few seconds it felt so different, it seemed wrong.

  Then her body remembered and relaxed, accepting his touch. Her lips softened as she pressed into him.

  His long fingers moved from her waist, around her breast, his other hand around the back of her neck, holding her close against him.

  It was so different to be with a new man, one who was completely unfamiliar to her. His body was firm and muscular, rock-solid under her hands as they roved over his shoulders and down his back.

  “Mmm,” he murmured, pulling back. His eyes were darker now, giving away his desire. For her. There were times Lillah had wondered if she would ever be with another man again. And now here she was, in a fantasy-land, a whole different L.A. than the one she knew, no-one to be accountable to, absolute freedom.

  Here, high up in a luxury house on top of a hill, she could be a different person. Someone who had a one-night stand with a man who wasn’t available for anything more than that, who was in a relationship and lived a life that was foreign to her.

  She opened her mouth, inviting him in as his tongue probed for entry, sliding into her mouth.

  As she gripped his shoulders tightly, Ty’s hand slipped lower, reaching her right breast, his fingers trailing over it, stroking gently, pausing to give her firm nipple some attention.

  This man was making her feel beautiful, sexy and desirable once again.

  Ty smiled warmly, his teeth dazzling white against his sexy full lips. He wanted her. Lillah breathed deeply, all her bad feelings from the past months—or was it years?—falling away, outside under the rising moon.

  She shivered, pleasure sparking all over her body, her breath coming shallow and fast. She arched into Ty, needing more of his touch.

  Everything about this man was intoxicating. The muscles under his shirt, firm against her hands, even his scent was something she couldn’t readily identify.

  Her feelings of elation and liberty were so overpowering, she didn’t even feel strange or guilty. She had no reason to, of course, but knowing herself that’s what she had expected.

  Instead she felt something she hadn’t in a long time. Happiness. That was it. Happiness, and a burning reminder that she was alive, that her life hadn’t ended with her brand-new divorce. And now anything was possible.

  Ty’s hands slid under her top, fondling her breasts, building up a pulsing urgency deep inside her body.

  Boldly she pulled back, tugging at the string of her bikini top, letting it fall away.

  “Your breasts are amazing,” he murmured as she revealed them to him, his warm breath tickling her ear.

  Kissing his way down her neck, his tongue met her stiff nipple, working around and over it, teasing her like he was never going to stop.

  Lillah’s hands roamed around, undoing his shorts, reaching in to take hold of his stiffening cock. She was stroking both hands up his shaft when a movement caught her eye.

  Horrified, she froze. Carson was standing in the doorway, watching them.

  Lillah’s mind raced. How long had he been standing there watching?

  “Don’t stop on my account,” he said. He rubbed his hand over the front of his shorts, drawing Lillah’s attention straight to his visible bulge tenting the fabric out.

  “Lillah, I was hoping Ty would bring you back here. Okay if I watch?” Carson asked, with a casual grin as if he was asking her for directions.

  “It’s cool if you don’t want him too,” Ty told her.

  Her shock was already draining away, turning into something else. All of her wicked desires that she had never acted on were bubbling up inside her. Tonight, she could do anything. No consequences.

  Lillah had never had sex in front of another person, but she had thought about what it might be like. A lot. What better time to try this out for size, up here where nothing seemed quite real and apparently anything could happen?

  “That would be…fine,” she managed, not sure which one of them she was talking to.

  Carson came right over, taking a seat in a chair just a few feet away from them. He unzipped but didn’t take his shorts off, instead tugging his erect cock out of his briefs, wrapping his hand around its thick length, stroking slowly. Leaving his clothes on made the situation even hotter.

  Entranced, she couldn’t take her eyes away from him even when Ty took her stiff nipple back into his mouth, his hand moving between her thighs.

  Lillah had never watched a man masturbate before. Although she had asked Richard to do it for her, he never would, claiming he didn’t need to do that now that they were married.

  Ty’s hands and mouth were getting her rapidly back to being achingly hot. Her desire for him was overpowering now. Her shaking hands moved back to his lap, working her hands inside his shorts once again, this time pulling her prize free from the confining material.

  Ty’s cock was gorgeous. Hungrily she stroked him, her eyes never leaving Carson. He was still rubbing his cock slowly, taking his time, enjoying their show.

  She dropped her other hand to Ty’s balls, playing with them, enjoying hi
s moans as she worked them, pressing her body into Ty as he rubbed her clit.

  Lillah loved foreplay, she could ride the wave for hours. Except for now. She was so hot and wet, she couldn’t wait to have Ty’s cock filling her up completely.

  Jumping up suddenly, she pushed her bikini bottoms and wrap down her legs, Ty tugging them the rest of the way off.

  Facing Carson, Lillah took hold of her breasts, flicking at her nipples, shocking herself at her boldness. He smirked in appreciation, his hand picking up speed.

  Ty pulled a condom out of his pocket then worked his shorts off. Tearing the package open, he rolled it on quickly.

  Climbing onto Ty’s lap, Lillah hovered over his erection. Gripping the base of his cock, he guided it into place.

  Lowering herself slowly, Lillah groaned as she took his entire length inside her willing body, sliding up and down his hard cock, savoring the feeling of being so full.

  Turning her head, she fixed her eyes on Carson, who was pumping his fist, squeezing his steel-hard cock.

  Ty reached between them, finding her clit, rubbing firmly. Lillah cried out, riding him faster, coming loudly.

  She had to lean her head on his neck for a moment to recover.

  When her legs were working again, she slammed her body onto Ty. He gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her. Both of them watched Carson, stroking his cock furiously. With a low groan he exploded.

  Seconds later Ty erupted, grasping Lillah tightly, his cock pulsing deep inside her.

  Chapter 3

  Untangling herself from Ty, Lillah stood up as Carson came over and leaned down to kiss him.

  ”Time for a swim,” Carson said, tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside.

  “What do you say?” Ty asked Lillah.

  A naked swim in the moonlight with two handsome men? Now that was a no-brainer.

  “Sounds great,” Lillah said, and he squeezed her hand as the three of them walked over to the pool.

  Lillah dove in, deciding to swim laps to work off some of her excess energy. The water was perfect, just the right temperature to cool her down. She hadn’t felt this amazing in ages.

  Her mind was racing with what had just happened. Firmly pushing the thought that she should feel guilty away, she decided she wouldn’t let herself feel like she should regret anything that had happened.

  Because she didn’t. It hadn’t just been a lot of fun, it had been somehow freeing for her, too. Nothing wrong with that, not at all.

  After only a few laps, Lillah pulled herself out of the water. She found a towel in a cabinet near the chairs and dried herself off.

  A tiny, cool breeze stroking against her bare skin made her shiver, not so much with cold but with anticipation. The night wasn’t over yet.

  Stretching out on the deck chair that she and Ty had shared, she picked up her forgotten drink. The guys were still in the pool, splashing each other in a water fight started when Carson tried to dunk Ty.

  Splashing became play-wrestling. Lillah sipped her drink, shifting around in the chair. Their taut bodies were glistening even in the low light, every muscle highlighted. Nothing like two hot men playing around together when they were naked and wet.

  Wrestling soon turned into deep kissing, strong male hands fondling pecs, groping asses, sliding around to take hold of each other’s growing erections.

  Ty pulled himself out of the pool to sit on the edge, jutting his hips forward, spreading his legs in a lewd invitation. As Carson went to him, Lillah’s hand dropped into her lap.

  Carson licked Ty’s shaft from bottom to top, taking the head into his mouth and sucking lightly.

  Ty squirmed in pleasure, leaning backwards, spreading his legs even wider.

  Gripping Carson’s hair, Ty tried to make him deep-throat his cock, but Carson wouldn’t stop his teasing, lightly licked his cockhead until Ty groaned in frustration.

  Entranced by the hot sex show going on right in front of her, Lillah worked her clit, her excitement spiking. Arousal fought with a flurry of nerves brought on by touching herself in front of two men for the first time.

  Carson glanced up, breaking into a huge grin when he saw what Lillah was doing. He gave Ty’s cock a squeeze.

  “Let’s go inside,” Carson said, pulling himself easily out of the pool, his erection now enticingly visible.

  Lillah swallowed hard. Maybe he would join in this time instead of just watching and jacking.

  The men came over to Lillah and Ty stretched out his hand, taking hold of hers. Lillah stood, letting him pull her close for a kiss before Carson smacked him on the ass.

  “Don’t be greedy,” he said, a grin hinting at the corners of his mouth.

  Ty gripped Carson’s cock in a friendly way, giving it a slow stroke. “I can share. You know that,” he said.

  Lillah envied their affable manner, the way they were so completely at ease with each other. Like it wasn’t a big deal for them to be inviting a woman into their bed.

  The two men led her inside, Carson’s hand on the small of her back to steer her in the right direction.

  Their bedroom was massive but she hardly took notice. The three of them fell together onto the big bed, Lillah running her hands over Carson’s chest, his smooth skin almost satiny under her fingertips.

  Lillah lay down on her back and in an instant both men were beside her, their mouths at her breasts, kissing and sucking her nipples.

  Writhing underneath their attention, Lillah was so achingly turned on she could hardly stand it when Ty’s hand slid between her thighs, reaching her clit and making her groan with need.

  Running his tongue down her stomach, Ty licked his way inch by inch down between her legs.

  Carson followed his lead and they traded places, Ty moving back up her body, Carson settling between her thighs. He trailed his fingers lightly over her lips, leaning forward, running his warm tongue over them as Ty fondled her breasts, leaning down to suck a nipple between his warm lips.

  Between Ty and Carson working her body like no one man could, Lillah was close to coming very quickly, groaning and gasping out their names incoherently.

  Just when she was on the verge of losing it, Carson stopped what he was doing, pulling away. Ty dove between her legs, tonguing her clit before he leaned over to Carson. Taking his throbbing cock into his mouth, he sucked him until he groaned.

  Ty switched back and forth between them. Even as she was getting desperate to come, Lillah enjoyed watching Carson get a hot blow job almost as much as she liked Ty’s skillful tongue being completely focused on her.

  While Ty was busy taking Carson’s cock down his throat, Lillah touched herself, working a finger over her swollen clit, spreading her lips open for Ty as he turned his attention back to her.

  Now Ty lingered, taking his time, working his tongue inside of her as far as he could. It was too much.

  “Ty!” Lillah cried out, clenching his head with her thighs as her orgasm washed over her, her hips bucking wildly, out of control.

  Carson lay down beside her. “I want you to ride my cock,” he said, running a strong hand over her hip.

  Still gasping for breath, all Lillah could do was nod. After rummaging around in the nightstand, Ty pulled out a condom and tossed it to Carson.

  By the time Carson was ready, so was Lillah. Climbing onto his body, she rubbed her wet lips over the entire length of his stiff shaft, lubricating the condom with her hot juice before she raised herself up.

  Taking hold of his hard cock, she straddled it, easing its thick length inside her.

  Both men were motionless, eyes on her until she had taken Carson’s hard shaft all the way. Ty had been jacking slowly and now he moved closer to Carson, his shaft aimed suggestively at his mouth.

  Carson didn’t hesitate, opening wide, engulfing Ty’s erection, sucking him noisily and enthusiastically. Lillah slid up and down Carson’s cock, the show right in front of her getting her even hotter than she already was.

  Ty was t
hrusting his hips forward, fucking Carson’s face, Lillah matching his rhythm, Carson’s muffled sounds of approval spurring them on.

  Lillah bounced on Carson, another orgasm building rapidly inside her, taking her by surprise. Clenching Carson’s shaft hard, she came with a stifled scream.

  Ty pulled his throbbing cock out of his lover’s mouth. Carson gripped it and Lillah climbed off Carson to join him, taking hold of Ty’s tight balls, stroking and squeezing them.

  Pushing Carson’s hand away, Lillah took Ty’s swollen cock between her lips, licking gently around the head to keep him right on the edge before she slid a couple inches into her mouth.

  “Lillah,” he hissed as she bobbed her head, teasing him gently with her teeth.

  When Ty’s cock swelled in her mouth, Lillah pulled away and Carson took hold of it, jacking him furiously.

  “Fuck!” Ty cried out.

  With Carson’s hand flying over its length, Ty shot hard, his cock pulsing again and again, moaning out his orgasm.

  “Fuck, that was intense,” he said, first pulling Lillah in for a kiss and then Carson.

  Lillah dropped her head onto Carson’s stomach and Ty lay down beside them, wiping sweat from his forehead.

  “We could use another swim,” Lillah said.

  “Mm. Shower this time. When I can move again,” Carson said. “And, Lillah. I hope you’ll stay over, if you like.”

  That was good to hear, because she wasn’t actually sure she would be able to stand up yet. Or remember where she lived.

  “As long as you want,” Ty added.

  Lillah closed her eyes, possibilities swirling through her mind. There was no question she wanted to do this again.

  Carson tried to sit up, and she shifted around so he could. “We’re free all day tomorrow,” he said.

  She nodded, grinning in the darkness, Carson’s hand stroking through her hair, Ty kissing her stomach. Oh yeah. She could get used to this.

  *************

  Read more about Lillah, Ty and Carson in the ongoing Summer Dream series.

  Book 2: A Summer Day

  Lillah can’t get the sexy threesome she had last weekend off her mind, so when Ty invites her over to his amazing house to relax by the pool, she can’t say no. The alcohol starts flowing and Carson is the first to suggest a naked swim. He and Ty put on quite a show for Lillah, who can’t keep her eyes or her hands off the two hot men.