“I’d like that, more than I have words to tell you.”
“This could get interesting, too, because Alan filled his kindle with all those erotic romance books. He’s been reading like a fiend the last two weeks.”
Holly moved so she could meet each man’s gaze. “Oh, goody.”
As soon as they were inside the house, Alan picked her up and swung her around in a circle. Holly giggled, and then squealed when he set her down on their dining table. He made a place for himself between her legs. “I can’t wait, woman. Here. Now.”
Holly had never seen such fierce passion burning in his eyes. His gaze fused with hers and she knew he awaited her consent. They’d always made love either in the bed, or the shower.
Maybe it was time to be a little bolder, and change things up.
“Yes. Here. Now.”
Her men stripped her blouse and bra from her with more speed than finesse. That was a huge turn-on for her. When she felt Alan’s hands trembling, she cupped his face and kissed him.
She’d startled him with the loving gesture. Then he smiled. “I need you so badly I’m shaking with it.”
“I know. I can feel it.” Holly never dreamed that a man would ever shake with desire for her. She met Duncan’s gaze and recognized the look of a man holding himself in tight control.
“It scares me, how badly I want you,” Duncan said. “How badly we both want you.”
“I won’t break. Take me, both of you, however you want to—however you need to. I love you, and I’m yours.”
Alan combed his fingers through her hair and kissed her, his mouth avid on hers, his tongue slick and commanding. As soon as he lifted his head, Duncan grasped her chin, and lifted her face to his.
Duncan’s kiss was no less impassioned, and no less delicious. Then he broke the kiss and set his hands on her waist and lifted her.
Alan stripped her skirt and panties from her in one swift motion. Duncan set her back on the table. The wood felt smooth against her skin. I’m naked on the dining room table and I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Holly’s mouth watered as she watched her men peel the clothing from their bodies. When they were both naked, Alan put his hands on her, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.
“My bullet wound wasn’t the only thing I’ve seen the doctor about recently,” he said. “Duncan and I were both tested, and we’re clean. Will you let us have you without condoms?”
Holly reached out a hand to each of her lovers. She’d actually thought about this in the last few days. She wondered if they’d accept her one condition. “Yes, except for anal sex. I really think you need to suit for that—for your sake as much as for mine.” Her face heated and she wondered how long it would take her to stop blushing in this relationship.
Duncan grinned. “It so happens that we agree with you on that.”
Alan stepped between her thighs once more, and both men lowered her down onto the table so she was stretched out before them, a feast for their pleasure. They positioned her just right, so that her ass nearly hung in the air, and her left side was at the very edge of the table.
“Hang on.” Alan positioned his cock at the opening of her body and plunged. He closed his eyes, the look on his face one of pure pleasure.
Holly used her inner muscles to squeeze him, because his cock, naked inside her pussy felt pretty darn wonderful, too. He felt hotter and harder inside her than he ever had. He lifted her legs in a way that told her he wanted her to grip his hips with them, so she did.
Duncan caressed the top of her head. When she looked at him, he was holding his cock very close to her lips—which told her why they’d positioned her so close to the edge.
“We want one fast, raunchy ride with you here and now,” Alan said. “And then we’ll take this party into the bedroom.”
“Both of us in you at the same time this way, first,” Duncan said. “But later, baby, we want to share you in the ultimate sense.”
“Yes, please.” She hadn’t realized how frustrated she’d become with the very gentle loving they’d been making for the last three weeks. Gentle was good. Gentle was nice. But she really did love sex, especially edgy sex. And she’d wanted her pussy and her ass filled at the same time by these men in what felt like forever.
Sometimes, it shocked her to remember that they hadn’t been together as lovers all that long. Was it because she’d been starved for male attention and affection longer than most women her age?
No, it’s because when it’s right, it’s right.
Duncan brushed his cock against her lips. “Suck me.”
Holly opened her mouth, sucking Duncan’s cock inside, using her tongue to swirl the tiny eye and then stroke his shaft. She used her left hand to cup his balls, and let her finger stroke behind them, in that sensitive area between his sac and his rectum. Then she drew on him, using the same rhythm Alan used to fuck her.
“Lord, woman. Yes, just like that.” Duncan combed the fingers of his right hand through her hair. His palm cupped her head. She loved that feeling, the feeling that she was being possessed, that she was being controlled.
“That is so fucking hot,” Alan said, “seeing Duncan’s cock in your mouth.” He scooped her legs, an arm under each knee. She unlocked her feet so that she no longer held him, giving him complete control to do whatever he wanted. His hands gripped her hips and he thrust into her pussy.
Holly loved this, too, the sensation of fullness when one of her men had his cock in her pussy, or her ass. She loved the friction, and the way that sometimes, there’d be a bite of pain—either from her ass being plundered, or from a deep pussy thrust that pinched her cervix.
“It’s hot seeing Alan fuck that hot little cunt of yours, baby. God, I love this, how we are sometimes, the three of us. Down and dirty and delicious.”
“Mmm.” Holly knew what it did to Duncan when she made a sound around his cock. She squeezed Alan’s cock with her inner muscles, knowing as well that inflamed him. Then she undulated her hips, rubbed her thumb back and forth over Duncan’s balls, and reveled in the earthiness, and yes the dirtiness of what they did together.
One hand left her hip. Holly could see Alan out of the corner of her eye. She watched him suck his finger and his thumb into his mouth. When he used those wet digits on her clit, a shiver of pure lust shot through her. The feminine pleasure she’d been basking in, by servicing her men, twined around that lust, sending her arousal very high, very fast.
Better than any romance novel, better than any book boyfriends, these two hot wranglers lost themselves in their lust. They lost themselves in her.
She sucked and tongued, thrust and squeezed, and reveled in being a receptacle for their pleasure. Holly soared, the sense of excitement and the thrill of giving coating her, soaking her, and finally, flinging her into ecstasy.
“Baby, yes, now!”
“Take it. Take it all.”
They all three exploded together, a new experience, and Holly swallowed and wallowed and gave herself over to being an earthy being, stripped of mores and conventions and civilization.
In that moment, as wave after wave of rapture drenched her, she became Elemental Woman.
Duncan slipped his cock from her mouth, and bent to kiss her. Alan laid his forehead on her abdomen, just above her pubis, and then kissed her there.
He eased her legs down. Legs bent at the knees, her feet dangled above the floor, Holly opened her eyes and looked at him. Alan’s hands lay flat on the table, his gaze focused on her pussy. When she became aware of the wetness at the opening of her slit, she understood what he was looking at. A blush coated her cheeks.
It occurred to her then that preventing disease wasn’t the only reason to wear a condom.
Alan looked up and met her gaze. She flicked a look at Duncan. The way both these men looked at her not only made her heart turn over, it aroused her.
“More, please.”
Alan’s grin was
quick. “You’re such a polite little thing. It’s kinda cute, especially when we’re all dripping sweat—and other things—and trying to recover from coming.”
Holly returned his smile. Then she let it fade, let everything fade until the only thing that filled her, heart and mind, body and soul, was the need to have these men again.
“I need your hands and your mouths and your cocks all over me. I need to feel you in my cunt and Duncan in my ass.”
Duncan reached for her, lifting her into his arms. He carried her down the hall, to the master suite.
Holly wrapped herself around him, arms and legs. When they reached the bedroom, Duncan carried her into the bathroom.
Alan already had the shower on, set at the tepid temperature she loved best. Duncan stepped under the spray with her. “Slide down.” When she did, he laid a sweet kiss on her lips, and then turned her into Alan’s arms.
Alan’s semihard cock pressed against the top of the crack of her ass. He slid his hands down her arms and then grasped her hands, easing them up. She knew what he wanted and threaded her fingers behind his neck.
Duncan had already covered his hands with bath gel. He set about washing her, and Holly sighed from the sensory overload. His rough, soap-covered hands explored her body, washing her from her neck and underarms, down, and around her breasts. He took particular care with her nipples, making sure they were rock hard and crying for more before he meandered south, intent on one destination.
Holly spread her legs slightly, giving him better access. Thorough in his care of her, Duncan used his fingers to clean and stimulate her sensitive female flesh.
“Tell me if this stings.” He slid a couple of soap-covered fingers inside her tunnel, at the same time he used his thumb to stroke her clit.
“No, it doesn’t sting at all. It feels good.”
He ducked his head, and the water rinsed off her breasts. He wasted no time sucking a wet, hardened nipple into his mouth.
She loved the way he suckled her, drawing deep, activating those nerve endings that ran from her breasts to her clit. He lifted his head and she met his gaze. He looked hungry, and determined, and she shivered because she recognized that look of hunger.
Blindly, Duncan reached up for the shower wand. He used it to rinse her, and to play with her clit. He took a moment and changed the setting from a wide spray to a thin, powerful pulsing one. On and off he moved it, hitting her clit, even spaying a bit of water up inside her, making her sensitive pussy clench, as if it could hold the presence deep within. As if it was his cock he teased her with and by force of muscles she could capture him.
Duncan set the wand back up, squatted before her, and then he settled his mouth on her pussy.
Holly moaned as the slick roughness of Duncan’s tongue lapped at her labia, teased her clit, and delved into her cunt. He used his lips to spread her juices all over her intimate flesh and she shivered from the thrills zinging through her body.
“You taste so good, baby.”
Holly cried out, the vibration of his words against her cunt so electric, it supercharged her arousal, sending her higher and higher.
She felt his fingers beneath his tongue, then felt them sliding in. Spreading them inside her, he pumped in and out, pressing against the area near her pubis.
She jerked when he hit her sweet spot.
“Mm, there it is. Come for us, Holly. Let us see and hear and feel your passion.”
Duncan sucked on her pussy, abrading his tongue over her clit, as his fingers caressed back and forth over that amazing little hot inner button. Alan had one hand around her middle, holding her up. The other cupped her right breast. His finger and thumb began to pinch and tug her nipple, making her whimper.
Then Duncan sucked her clit into his mouth, and Holly’s climax erupted. Her scream of release echoed off the glass enclosure, the sound a celebration of Eros, and a plea for more. As wave after wave of the most amazing pleasure consumed her, she gave thanks that she’d waited until these men had come into her life before making love.
Duncan kissed his way up her body, then took her arms from around Alan’s neck, easing them down, massaging them when she winced.
“Oh, God, I feel like a limp noodle.”
Both men chuckled. Duncan wrapped his arms around her. He ran his hand down her back. “Kiss me, Holly. I need to taste your mouth, too.”
She lifted her face to him, eager to taste herself on his lips, loving this tiny intimacy, this absolute kind of loving that both men loved to share with her.
“We’ll dry you, honey, and give you a few minutes to recover,” Alan said. “But we’re not done with you yet.”
Holly sincerely hoped they would never be done with her.
She couldn’t help but sigh as they took such good care of her. Their touch gentle, they used the soft, absorbent towels to dry her from her hair to her toes. Then Alan carried her into the bedroom, and tucked her into the middle of the bed between the fresh sheets.
They both crawled into the bed, one on each side of her and Holly closed her eyes to hold this sensation close. This was what she loved, most of all. She loved being tucked in between Alan and Duncan. She loved that the heat from both of their bodies warmed her, and that the scent from their skin perfumed the air around her.
“Will you give yourself to us completely, Holly?” Alan caressed her face, his touch enveloped in reverence. “Will you let us both be inside you at the same time?”
“We know it’s a lot to ask,” Duncan said. “The first time won’t be comfortable for you. But…”
She read his expression and reached up to run her finger over his lips. “But then we would be one flesh. I want that, more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.”
They didn’t have to ask, and she didn’t have to tell them she was nervous. Alan turned her so that she faced him, and Duncan spooned her. Then together, as if it was their first time together, they began to woo her.
With soft kisses and silken caresses, her men paid homage to her body. Gentle, yet insistent, they learned her flesh with their lips and tongues, taking turns melding their mouths to hers, drawing out the seduction of all her senses. They roamed her body, leaving not an inch of her skin untouched or unloved. Holly felt her bones begin to soften and her blood begin to heat. Her heart pounded and her juices flowed.
If she hadn’t already been in love with Alan and Duncan, she would have fallen right then as they devoted themselves to pleasing her, to igniting her fires and melting her heart.
Alan reached for her and brought her over him. “You excite me and humble me, sweet Holly, with the way you trust and the way you love.”
“You make it easy, you both do. I’m so lucky.”
Duncan rose to his knees, bent over, and kissed her shoulder. “No baby. We’re the lucky ones.”
Kisses became heated and sighs soul deep. Alan held her as she found her balance, and helped her as she slid onto him, seating his cock so deep inside her. She clasped her hands with his, and rode him in a slow, sultry rhythm.
Behind her, Duncan moved. She heard the sound of the condom, and looked over her shoulder just as he coated his fingers in lube.
“Come here, honey.” Alan eased her down onto his chest. This angle felt good. Everything felt good. His hand on her head told her he wanted her to lie on him, and she did. But she positioned herself so she could watch Duncan.
He knelt closer and reached out toward her. The sensation of the silky lubricant gliding over her tiny pucker made her shiver and moan. She loved this, too. She loved that there were so many nerve endings in her rosette, and that every one of them was connected to her clit. She loved the burn when one of her men pushed one, and then a second finger into her.
She loved the burn morphing to a hint of pain when one of them pressed his cock into her ass, and the way her cunt gushed when their balls bounced on it.
“You just gushed your hot juices all over my cock, honey.” Alan stroked her back. “You like what Dunc
an is doing to you.”
“I really do.”
“Are you ready, baby? Your asshole opens so pretty when I shove three fingers into you. Are you ready for my cock in your ass?”
“Yes.” Ready, and a little nervous. But more than she was nervous, she wanted this. She wanted them to become one, right here in this house where she’d told them she loved them.
She wanted to drink fully from this cup called intimacy, a cup she’d never thought to actually own.
A sliding, slapping sound drew her attention and she watched as Duncan fisted his latex-covered cock, as he coated it in lube. Then he moved in closer, grasped her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart.
The heat of his cockhead felt so good pressed against her anus. She thought to press back, but he stopped her.
“Just let me, baby. Tell me if it gets to be too much.”
“I want to help.”
“I’m so triggered right now. If you help, I might lose control.”
She thought that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.
“I know you like me to lose control,” Duncan continued as if he could read her mind, “but trust me when I tell you, now is not the time.” He exhaled, then said, “Relax your ass and your legs, baby. Let me in.”
Even his words came out as if he’d held them tight in an iron fist. Holly surrendered, doing her best to relax, even as the continued pressure of his cock on her anus burned and burned.
She gasped when she felt the head of his cock breach her sphincter. Then he slowly slid all the way into her until his pelvis rested against her ass.
“Fuck, fuck this is so…” Duncan didn’t finish the sentence.
“Honey?” Alan’s voice, under her ear, was filled with concern.
“Oh…wow. Just give me…” the sense of fullness was more than she’d imagined, and she needed to breathe slow and deep, needed to give her body time to adjust.
“I’m not going to move until you’re ready, baby.”
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