Deliciously Obedient

by Julia Kent

  “Not yet, my sweet,” he purred. “God, your body is amazing.”

  Jeremy slid out of her mouth and looked down, eyes ravenous like Mike’s. She knew she was more lush than most women, and her insecurities had been few compared to fuller-figured friends, but she still had them.

  Never more. The image of these two men relishing her, ravishing her with their eyes like this would be burned in her mind forever, paired with the feel of their hands, mouths, hearts and souls—

  This is what it meant to be treasured.

  A kiss. She needed a kiss, and reached behind Mike’s neck to pull him down to her, the wall of muscle coming into her sphere of influence and pressing against her, their bellies flush with each other, his cock against the groove of her hip, folded into her sweet curves, twitching as their tongues danced.

  And then...

  “What do you want?” Mike asked in a husky, deep voice. “Really want?”

  “I want you. And,” she reached for Jeremy’s hand. “You.”

  “You can have us both,” Mike assured her. “But how?”

  Oh, boy. She wished she’d had more than two beers suddenly.

  “We’ll take this second by second,” Jeremy said. “Whatever you want is what we want.”

  “And,” Mike interrupted, “this is just the first of many such times. We have—” His voice choked with emotion as he took her hand, Jeremy squeezing the other.

  “We have our entire lives to figure out the details,” Jeremy whispered, his eyes shining with emotion.

  Entire lives? The first of many? A profound sense of calm poured over her, love filling every cell, as she took it all in.

  And then she just wanted them both. Now.

  Reaching up to kiss Mike, she let go of Jeremy’s hand, Mike’s body primed to take her now, her own wetness and inner ache needing to be filled and driven into. Sensing this, he straddled her, then slowly entered as if coming home. The feel of him in her should have completed her, but instead she felt only halfway sated.

  “Jeremy,” she whispered as Mike thrust into her once more. Any other man would have pulled out in anger, but Mike only slowed down, making her muscles clamp down, her breasts slick with a thin layer of sweat as the cabin heated up with so much more than warmth from the fire in the wood stove.

  “Yes?” he answered, lightly stroking her cheek.

  “I want...” Swallowing hard, Mike slowly moving in and out, she felt a surge of the surreal, her breasts tingling with friction from Mike’s measured pumping, his body flexed and hovering, restrain wearing thin on his face as his lips parted. This all felt so good.

  What else could feel even better?

  A flash of anal play with Jeremy and she tightened, feeling silly and self-conscious. How could she suggest it? Did she really want that? Was it too much, too soon? And how did you do that? Lydia could feel the threat of the anxiety of thought overpowering her as Mike stopped.

  A kiss, wet and dominant, swept the thoughts away, his hips twisting just so to touch a spot inside her that made her gasp, as if he’d found that one sweet point where pussy, clit, breast and release all synced perfectly.

  “You’re curious,” Jeremy said as Mike jarred her loose by pulling out, leaving her exposed and chilled by the absence of his heat. He and Mike shared a searching look as Jeremy leaned down, taking her head in both hands and looking at her, truly seeing her, the love in his eye putting her at rest as she thrummed to have more with both.

  The ultimate touch.

  “I am,” she admitted as both men gave her looks that were so accepting, so generous and unburdened, expansive and real.

  “I told you to tell us what you want,” Mike growled in her ear, nipping it.

  “Sometimes I don’t know what that is until it’s offered to me,” she whispered.

  “Consider it done.” With that, Jeremy brought out the lube and another condom, his cock standing tall and ready, her body voracious.

  “How do we...?” she asked, but Mike already anticipated her question, his gorgeous body pulling her to the edge of the bed.

  “It’s nice and hot in here. Perfect,” he said, “like you.”

  She couldn’t stand it. Not one more second of not having him—or Jeremy—in her. Straddling his perfect-cut hips, she filled herself with his cock, tipping her head up and stretching her neck and chest high, savoring the feel. Mike pulled her head down for a kiss and scooted her to the very end of the bed.

  And then...the unmistakeable feel of lube all over her ass, Jeremy’s fingers playing with the safe tight spot he’d initiated just a short time ago. The sensation was no less fraught with that heady mix of pleasure and trepidation, and this time? Two inside her?

  She nearly fainted from the excitement.

  And a touch of fear.

  “You can change your mind any time,” Mike said, under her and smiling up, more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. His grin was disarming, the look of a man who knew himself well, not the uptight, overly ambitious man she’d thought he was. Both were attractive, but this Mike, the one inside her, naked and sharing so much of his inner state, was the one she loved most.

  Love.

  Kisses dotted her shoulders, the back of her neck, a long line down her spine, little hummingbirds that made her tighten, which made Mike groan with delight, the purr in the back of his throat like a big game lion flaunting its prowess.

  And then, the unmistakeable feel of Jeremy’s tip pushing ever so carefully at her puckered ring, the forbidden now divine as they worked toward the impossible. Her pelvis felt as if she would split in two as her whole body billowed with an unforgettable enormity.

  “Too much,” she whispered, words trying to make sense of what she felt. Halting, Jeremy began to pull out, but then she begged, “No, don’t stop. Just...slower.”

  God, she was so fucking turned on she couldn’t stand it, encased by both men, so desired they both needed to be in her simultaneously, Lydia the fulcrum upon which their hearts all balanced.

  Nothing could stop what they’d started now, Mike’s fingers pulling her nipples into tight pebbles, his finger trailing down to reach between them and find her slick, torturing her clit with a studied graze that made her begin to pulse, muscles rhythmic now and, she knew, close to an explosive orgasm.

  Jeremy inched further, the motion making her shake—not from danger but from the exaltation of plenitude in finding herself by giving over to the need to be herself.

  Shattered and astounded, her mind, heart, and body mixed together between these two men and as Jeremy rocked into her, incremental yet so dauntlessly scorching, loving and gentle while taming his own needs just enough to reach that point where all three could come together and—

  She tipped.

  Tilted, pitched, the word mattered not as she supernova-ed into a world where time halted, her breath paused, great colors detonating behind eyes closed because she couldn’t take more input, more sensation, more sensorial detail than she experienced with Mike and Jeremy in her, their bodies rocking as friction made its path to pure nirvana.

  Reduced to uttering moans and cries in a language made for sex only, she shuddered and writhed, grasping Mike’s shoulders and leaving long, red, angry welts that would remain for the next two days, yielding secret smiles between the three that spoke of shared intimacy.

  Fingernails scraped along his chest as she needed tangible connection to hold herself in place, afraid she would float off into nothingness from the unadulterated revelry of being completely taken by these two men.

  Mike’s hoarse cry and tight body told her he, too, was coming, and then Jeremy’s movement took on a looser, less controlled feel, at times entering her with just enough pain to make her gasp, yet the sensation increased her pleasure as he receded, the incongruity disquieting.

  Surely she could be heard as far as the ocean, her throat open in what she thought was a universal melody of kinship with all who climaxed in love, but later, when her throat was raw, Mike
and Jeremy would soothe her and whisper that she’d spoken in words and sounds that had made perfect sense to them, but that could not be identified by another outside this circle of three.

  “I love you!” Jeremy called out, his fingers biting into her waist, his hot breath on her ear, repeating the words just as she throbbed, her own mouth working to return his vow.

  “I love you, too, Lydia,” Mike rasped under her, tears filling her as her body expanded to become one with Mike, with Jeremy, and with everything.

  Finally, her words returned, Jeremy slumping over her, Mike’s panting breaths telling her he was coming down now, and that she, too, could recede and return to being just Lydia and no longer a blend of all that was divine.

  It felt like a great hollow emptying when Jeremy pulled out of her, leaving her to rest her head on Mike’s chest, the thump thump thump of his heartbeat helping her to keep time with the ancient spirit of what they’d just done, bringing her back to this time, this place, this now.

  As Jeremy dispensed with the condom and she heard the rush of water from the tiny half bath behind the wood stove, she knew that she needed to move, her hips aching, body in as much need of rest as her mind. Arching up, she let Mike fall out of her and crawled to the top of the bed, sliding under the covers and greeting the bed like a fourth partner.

  Mike stood and he and Jeremy traded places as she heard water once more just as Jeremy joined her in bed and wrapped her in his arms. Within seconds, Mike followed, and soon she felt the pump of blood in her pelvis, a residual reminder of all she had just taken in.

  The heat of the cabin made the covers a nice-to-have, rather than the necessary protection from the cold, and two hot bodies sandwiching her didn’t hurt, either. Their cries of love rang in her ears, and now she had language again.

  Words that were familiar.

  “I love you both, too,” she whispered softly, kisses planted on her head, her cheeks, and then one tender kiss from each on her lips.

  Exhausted but with more to say, she looked at Jeremy. “You’ll stay? No more running around the world searching for something you have now? Here?”

  He nodded and smiled. “I’ve acquired a taste for blueberry beer. You’re not getting rid of me.”

  She laughed, the sound like peals from a bell. “And you?” She turned to Mike. “No more playboy ‘bespoke or be naked’ crap? No more cameras?”

  His silence freaked her out, but she saw the shift in his eyes, a turning toward that part of him that wanted life—and not just the trappings of life—to be better. “The only cameras we’ll have are the ones we want for our own play.”

  She batted at his hip lightly in protest, the three chuckling. For a brief moment, she wondered what an outsider would think, walking in. Lydia’s long brown hair, mussed and tangled, stretched across Jeremy’s arms. Mike’s silver, short hair framing those blue eyes, sharp like an eagle’s, his arms around her on the other side. Jeremy, long and corded with lean muscle.

  And then she didn’t care what anyone thought, because she didn’t have to stew in her Red Car of Pain anymore when someone took her parking spot.

  Because her parking spot was right here, at Escape Shores.

  “I need to talk to my dad tomorrow,” she said, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.

  Jeremy stiffened and she shook her head.

  “Why?” Mike asked.

  “It’s about building that house...”

  THE END

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