by Anya Summers
He nipped her clit, sending torrents of need cascading through her, then thrust his tongue inside, driving her body to a delicious edge. She grabbed fistfuls of bedding for purchase and instinctually rocked her hips against his mouth.
The orgasm struck her blind. Her back arched. She cried out, “Dante!” while she quaked and her cream flooded his busy, demanding mouth.
He didn’t give her time to drift. Instead, he penetrated her sheath with his fingers, stretching her, spearing her flesh with two digits as he sucked on her clit. Thrusting in and out, he widened her pussy and drove her mad. She writhed beneath his skilled mouth, reveling in being a woman, in the chance to know him, in realizing that perhaps she had been waiting for him all along to lose her virginity to.
“Well, well, what’s this?” a deep male voice murmured huskily.
Sabrina rolled her head in the direction of the voice and lifted her heavy lids. Michael stood beside the bed observing the scene in his crisp, ivory dress shirt and gray slacks. The intensity of his desire as he watched Dante perform oral sex turned the flames incinerating her from the inside out into a damn forge. It was the most natural thing in the world to extend her hand toward him, and beckon him to join them. “Michael.”
Dante lifted his mouth from her pussy, his fingers embedded in her sheath. “Are you sure, love?” he asked her, his chin coated with her cream.
“Yes. Both of you, please,” she begged, needing them both, needing to be surrounded by them, loved by them, to blot out everything else.
Michael and Dante glanced at one another. She worried they would say no; that they would turn her away.
“Please, I want both of you,” she whimpered in a pleading moan, rocking her hips. If they turned away from her now, it would devastate her.
“Sabrina, do you understand what that means? That one of us will fuck your cunt and the other your ass?” Michael asked, still as a stone, his hands clenched into fists at his side.
She nodded. “Yes. That’s what I want.”
“Get the lube,” Dante said to Michael.
Michael removed condoms and a tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer, setting them beside Dante. And then he proceeded to strip while Dante lowered his head back down and continued loving her pussy. The bed shifted under Michael’s weight as he joined them in bed. He lay on Sabrina’s left. His hand cupped her breast, and rolled the already stiff nipple between his fingers as he brought his mouth down to hers.
His kiss was different from Dante’s, but no less devastating in its hunger and intensity. She gripped his biceps as her head spun. Never in a million years, if someone had told her a week ago that she would be losing her virginity to not one, but two men, would she have ever believed them. And now that it was happening, it was beyond her wildest imaginings.
She gave herself over to him—to them, and moaned into Michael’s mouth as Dante added another finger in her channel.
Michael lifted his mouth. “How’s her pussy taste?”
“Pure, fucking honeyed cream. Sabrina, I need you to take a deep breath for me and let it out,” Dante ordered, removing his fingers from her channel.
She did as he asked with a small whimper.
Cool lubricant was spread over her back channel entrance. A single digit pressed against her forbidden sheath.
“Breathe, Sabrina,” Michael ordered, and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
At the dual sensations, she released her pent-up breath. Dante’s finger probed her bottom, pressing deeper and deeper, past the tight ring of muscle. It felt a little weird—not bad, just strange, foreign even, to have his finger inside her there. But then Dante tongued her engorged clit as he thrust his finger in and out of her bottom, furrowing deeper and deeper each time. What had begun with feeling odd shifted into the most marvelous, heady sensations as she relaxed into the penetration.
Michael feasted on her nipples until they were red and swollen, then he bit down, and she cried out at the intensity of pleasure whipping through her body to pool in her sex. Dante stretched her back channel until his finger was gliding in and out with ease before adding a second and then a third, stretching her forbidden sheath in much the same manner as he had her pussy.
Sabrina’s body had been catapulted to cloud nine. Her body felt enflamed as they propelled her body up another cliff of startling ecstasy.
“Oh god,” she moaned as she climaxed. The orgasm ripped through her and left her trembling and quaking beneath their skilled mouths and hands.
“She’s ready,” Dante stated, withdrawing his hands from her body.
They sheathed their cocks with condoms while she watched. She hadn’t known that male anatomy could be beautiful, or that the thick shafts jutting from between their hips would make her hunger, and not just to feel them move inside her. She felt the desire to taste them, feel them in her mouth, and wondered if that was something they would like. And then they shifted her body for her—thank god, since her limbs were limp from her climax. In a dreamy, pleasure-filled haze, Michael helped her straddle Dante, who was lying supine on his back. Dante shifted her hips up and fit the head of his shaft at the entrance to her pussy. Michael crouched behind her. His powerful form held her steady. Michael’s fingers teased her clit, sending whirls of ecstasy through her being.
Michael nipped her earlobe. Dante murmured, “Thrust down, love, gently.”
This was it, the moment she’d been waiting for. With a nod, she lowered her hips, and Dante’s thick shaft stretched her virgin walls. Her eyes widened at the shocking sensation of him filling her up. Michael rubbed her clit, confusing her sensors so that her body rode a path between pleasure and pain. The tear of her hymen occurred with a flash of intense pain, followed by an uncomfortable fullness as Dante’s cock was seated fully inside her. The walls of her pussy fluttered around his member.
Dante gripped her hips, holding her steady as her body adjusted to his length, his gaze focused on her with such carnal possessiveness and warmth, she whimpered. The words she longed to say caught in her throat: that she was sure no one else had ever lost their virginity with such care, and she would be forever grateful.
Michael flicked her swollen clit, giving her a fast and furious rub until she was climaxing around Dante’s massive dick. Her head fell back against Michael’s shoulder with a deep, guttural moan because she was beyond the ability to form words.
“She’s ready,” Michael said gruffly.
They lowered her torso until her chest was flush against Dante’s. Dante gripped her face in his hands, with a look so tender her heart shivered, and said, “Hello gorgeous. Deep breaths for us while Michael fits himself in that sweet ass of yours.”
She nodded, unable to speak as the bulbous head of Michael’s shaft pressed against her back channel. While Michael worked his way inside her rear, Dante took her lips in an exquisite, hungry kiss. She had thought she was full with Dante’s cock inside her, stretching her. But with Michael added to the mix, when he finally slid all the way inside, and the three of them were all deeply joined, Sabrina felt it was too much; her body overflowed.
But then they began to move in tandem. One would withdraw until only the tip remained, while the other slid deep, back and forth, making it so that she was always full. They thrust slowly at first—so slowly, she thought she had died and gone to heaven. A tsunami of pleasure bombarded her. She moaned into Dante’s mouth. Her fingers curled into his chest.
She was in another star system, one that had been built for their lovemaking. Every molecule in her body was hotter than any sun. Sweat coated her form. Dante broke the kiss. “You’re ours now, understood?”
She nodded. “Yes. Oh, god.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as they increased their speed, thrusting deep inside to the point where she had no idea where they ended, and she began. She held on as they pounded her holes, again and again. She could feel the periphery of the climax barreling toward her at light speed.
“I can’t h
old on any longer,” Michael grunted.
“Let’s do it,” Dante growled.
Michael crowded her back and the two men proceeded to ram their fat cocks, slamming inside her channels over and over again. She moaned at their hard thrusts, unable to move or do anything but take the deep fucking. She wailed. “Oh my god.”
The orgasm smashed into her with the force of an asteroid striking earth. It struck her blind as her body quaked between them. Her ass spasmed, her pussy clenched. And as if through a distant tunnel, she heard one male groan, and then another as they strained against her body while they climaxed.
They thrust until they had wrung every drop from their bodies. Michael laid his forehead against her shoulder. Her face was buried against Dante’s neck. Sabrina had never felt more at peace, her body well used and limp, with no energy to move. As far as she was concerned, they could stay this way forever.
Michael was the first to move and break the connection. Placing a kiss on the back of her neck, he withdrew from her rear. She whimpered as Dante lifted her hips up and pulled out. They shifted her body so that she was positioned on her side, sandwiched between them, curled against Dante with Michael at her back. For the first time in more years than she could remember, she felt safe and protected. And that was on top of floating on this sea of hazy bliss.
She was unprepared when the first tear slipped down her cheek, followed by a second, and then a third… until the floodgates were opened.
“Are you hurt, love? Talk to me.”
“What the hell? Sabrina, say something. Shit, Dante,” Michael murmured, his voice laced with panic. He moved her so she was lying on her back with the two of them looking down at her.
She shook her head. “It was beautiful. I never thought… I’m sorry that I’m ruining it, I don’t know why I can’t stop crying.”
Dante’s grim face softened. “I think it’s been a big day, full of lots of changes, and you were due, love. She’s okay, I’m thinking, just overcome from the emotions of the day, is all.”
Michael pressed his lips to her temple. “As long as you’re okay. We’d never want to hurt you, little one.”
“I’m not hurt; a little sore, maybe,” she admitted with a tremulous smile through the tears. “I hope this doesn’t put you guys off, or make you think I didn’t enjoy it.”
“The sex, you mean?” Michael asked, looking rather bemused.
She blushed. “Yeah.”
“Well, that’s a relief, you merely enjoyed lovemaking. You hear that, Michael? We were passable studs in Sabrina’s esteem,” Dante chided with a teasing glint in his gaze.
“Now you’re just looking to have your ego stroked,” she said as each man kept touching her, as if they were unwilling to break the connection forged.
“Oh, it’s more than my ego I’d like you to stroke.” Dante wiggled his brows.
She snorted. “What I should say is, I don’t think there’s a woman alive who has ever lost her virginity in a better fashion, and that once I have feeling in my legs again, I hope we can do it again.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Dante murmured seductively, his fingers toying with a nipple.
“Although, I think someone could use a bath first,” Michael suggested, with his palm flat against her abdomen.
“And maybe some dinner?” she asked hopefully as her stomach growled.
“It’s settled. Bath, food and then, as long as you aren’t too sore, we will love you again.”
“And if I’m too sore?” she asked breathlessly.
“Then Dante and I will take turns sampling your cream for the rest of the night,” Michael said with a smoldering glance that made her belly clench.
Oh, goody! was all her brain could come up with as they each took turns kissing her. By the time they made it into the bath, she was breathless with anticipation for what would happen next.
Chapter 12
Michael headed home early on Friday with a bit of a spring in his step, much of which could be placed on his fake fiancée’s golden head. Arriving home last night to find her splayed out on his bed like an offering to a god, with Dante vigorously eating her pussy, was a moment that would remain in his memory for years to come. He had walked to the side of the bed as if in a trance, unable to tear himself from the magnetic pull of her bounty.
Dante hadn’t been wrong. Sabrina’s passion awed him with its power, had drawn him in. And when she had turned passion-glazed eyes his way with her hand outstretched, he’d been powerless to refrain from joining in. Hell, to be on the receiving end of that look in her eyes, he would have crawled naked over broken glass to get to her.
The elevator doors opened, and he was home. He casually strode into the living room and was charmed by the scene that greeted him. Dante sat on one of the barstools at the marble top kitchen island, drinking from a long neck bottle of beer while Sabrina stood at the stove, whipping up something that smelled fabulous.
“Honey, I’m home,” Michael said, laying his briefcase down on one of the couches on his trek to the kitchen.
Sabrina turned with a spatula in her hand and a shy smile. “Hi. Did you have a good day at work?”
He cocked his head, pondering her and the new dynamics of their relationship. “I did. It will be even better once I get a little sugar.”
He tapped his lips as he rounded the kitchen island and stood before her.
She wore an apron over her jeans and pretty floral tank top, and her feet were bare. On any other woman, he wouldn’t have considered the outfit sexy. But Sabrina, now that he knew what lay beneath it, had felt the clutching ripples of her ass squeezing his dick, looked downright like the goddess of sex, and he wanted to worship at her feet.
With a pretty blush spreading over her cheeks, she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him like he had asked. He cupped her nape and kissed her the way he had been thinking about all day, that he had caught himself imagining doing in meeting after meeting. By the time he lifted his lips and ended the kiss, her pupils were dilated and the pulse at the base of her neck was racing.
“The filling!” she exclaimed, and turned back to the stove where something sizzled, pouring steam, and taking whatever smelled like heaven off the burner. She carried the large frying pan over to the island, where he saw now that there were plates with lettuce and other ingredients.
“One of these days, you’ll have to cook for us wearing only the apron,” Michael murmured, assessing her. “And perhaps a pair of heels.”
“I think our Sabrina will be amenable to trying something along those lines, won’t you, love?” Dante murmured with a lopsided grin, and waggled his eyebrows.
“Could we maybe eat first before discussing it?” she asked.
“Our girl is still unused to sex talk around the dinner table,” Dante explained, looking more relaxed and happier than Michael had seen him for some time. Perhaps Sabrina was the answer to their prayers in more than one way, like Dante had insinuated the other night.
Still, Michael wasn’t yet sure how he felt about that, he only knew that he was reserving judgment. He didn’t have it in him anymore to truly hope there would be a woman who was willing and able to be in a long-term relationship with the two of them. Not after Lisa and the hole she had left half a dozen years ago.
“Well, whatever is for dinner smells fantastic,” he said removing his tie and sport coat, tossing them over the backrest of his barstool before taking a seat beside Dante.
“We’re having Chinese pork lettuce wraps. Do you want a beer?” she asked as she scooped meat out of the pan and placed it into the large pieces of lettuce, adding some toppings before moving onto the next.
He considered his options—scotch or beer—and then nodded. “I would. A beer sounds great, as does dinner. Tell me, how did the move go? I’m surprised that you have the energy to cook after the day you’ve likely had.”
Dante said, “The movers were done at her place by eleven, and had everything in the storage unit by noon.�
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“I convinced Dante to take me to the grocery store afterwards. You guys are running low on a lot of things, and I know we’re going to be gone for two days, but I wanted to make sure Dante had stuff to eat while we are away that’s not all takeout,” she said, placing an open bottle of beer in front of Michael before going back to the wraps.
“You’ve had a real busy day,” Michael commented before taking a sip of his beer.
She shrugged. “I’m used to staying busy. And I’d rather Dante not have to order takeout all weekend while we’re gone.”
“She’s been cooking up a storm all afternoon. Even made my favorite carrot cake muffins.” Dante smiled at Sabrina like she was a rare gem that he had discovered, and couldn’t believe his good fortune.
“That was nice of you, even though you’re not required to cook for us now with the agreement we have in place,” Michael said when she set a full plate down in front of him.
She cocked a delicate golden eyebrow. “Oh, were you planning to cook for the three of us then?”
“She’s rather cheeky, isn’t she?” Dante commented with a chuckle.
“That she is. If I wasn’t worried her bottom might be too sore from last night, I’d give it a few good whacks,” Michael said, lifting the first wrap up and taking a bite. Rich flavors flooded his mouth. The woman was a national treasure. In the years she had worked for them, she had also cooked, and the thought of losing her cooking skills after everything was done wasn’t something he was looking forward to. Maybe he should hire her just to come cook for them when it was all over.
After he’d swallowed, he replied, “Yeah, if you want to keep cooking, that’s fine by me. I won’t stop you. In fact, I will encourage you to do it.”
“I second that,” Dante remarked. “Here, why don’t you come sit between us?” He moved over one seat, leaving an empty space between them.
