by Eileen Green
Words swam around in her head. He knew how to work a woman’s body and how to hold off until he wanted her to come. Her mind was already becoming fuzzy as the tingling sensation low in her core was growing stronger. The pain in her breast was pulling everything together. She had climbed the mountain until she was standing on the edge of the cliff of climax. And then, Jackson moved his finger from her clit and slid back through the slickness that had emanated from her body.
A breathy moan escaped Abigail at what she thought was a disappointment. She was certain he was going to stop his ministrations, but then he slipped a finger inside her, drawing out the intrusion. He pumped into her several more times before adding another finger. With the direction of how his fingers were positioned inside her, she could feel him crossing that special spot inside her.
He moved his mouth down to the back of her shoulder as he finger fucked her. His digits began to shuttle in and out of her quickly as she panted, for her lungs didn’t seem to be working properly. She was near the edge of the cliff again, and this time, she tipped over and began to spiral downward into the abyss of orgasm.
Her pussy had exploded, electricity shooting out to every part of her being. Her hearing went, as did her sight. She felt his teeth sink into her shoulder, adding that extra bite of pain to prolong her climax.
Feeling like she was out of her body, she sagged back onto Jackson, letting him have her weight. She wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to hold her up as her body twitched from the fantastic currents rushing through her, but she had trusted him to do so.
Once her orgasm began to wane, she found herself in Jackson’s arms, being carried into his bedroom. All senses were settling back into her as he laid her on the bed.
Abigail felt like she wasn’t alone on the bed. Looking around, she found Tinker sitting up with a pile of pillows behind him. A sly smile was on his lips as he watched her.
Tinker was there, totally bare. He had shed the sweats Jackson had loaned him, and his hard, long cock was ready for action.
Hearing rustling of clothing behind her, she turned to find Jackson removing the sweatpants he had slept in. As the waistband moved down his hips, he had to pull the front part of the elastic band outward, so his dick didn’t get caught up in it.
The entire time he was removing the garment, he was looking down at Abigail with sexual hunger that she was beginning to get used to. Once he had kicked the cotton material aside, he climbed up onto the California king bed. There was a lot of room for the three of them. She knew it was going to be someplace they were going to be spending time in. Neither her bed nor Tinker’s was going to fit the three of them comfortably.
When he was next to Abigail, he gave her a full kiss. When he broke it off, he smiled at her before stating, “I want this first time together to be as lovers, not as a D/s relationship. There will be plenty of time for that. Baby girl, go love on our boy.”
Awkwardness set in. Abigail had never been the one to initiate sex, and even though Jackson made her feel sexy, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do to ‘love’ on Tinker.
Figuring a good place to start was to kiss her best friend, she got up on her hands and knees and began to crawl up the bed toward Tinker. Abigail hoped she looked sexy and not like some ugly blob of pale flesh.
When she got to next to his hip, she leaned over and laid a kiss to the notch above his right hip. Both her men had those lovely V indents that looked so enticing on the covers of the books. Her men could rival those models anytime.
Tinker moaned as her mouth touched his skin. His reaction told her that he liked what she was doing, so she began kissing her way up his body. With his cock so close, her mouth watered, but she decided she needed to focus on him and not going straight for the prize.
Over every ridge of his abs, up to his sculptured chest, she kissed him. At his small dark nipple, she ran her tongue over it first before she sucked into her mouth. Tinker gasped, his hand finding the back of her head. He didn’t put any pressure on it, but let his fingers run through her hair.
Abigail released his nipple after a few moments and continued over his chest, his neck, and up his chin. When she found his mouth, she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. More moans were escaping the man as she gave him the pleasurable pain that Jackson had given her earlier. He seemed to like it.
Concentrating on his mouth, Abigail released his lip and covered his mouth with hers. Tinker responded, kissing her back as he maneuvered her so that she was half lying on him. He opened to her when she licked across his lips, giving her full access.
Three years in the making, the kiss was everything she had expected it to be. Their tongues found each other and dueled. Abigail let her hand wander over Tinker’s smooth chest. She wasn’t sure if he waxed or if he was naturally hairless, but whatever, she liked it.
Drawing on her bravery, she let her tongue wander, memorizing all the recesses of his mouth. Soon, Tinker performed the same action on her. Abigail ended the kiss, realizing she needed air. She peppered his lips several times before she pulled away and looked down at him.
Tinker’s eyes reminded her of dark chocolate, with flecks of gold floating in it. They were always twinkling, as if laughing at some hidden joke. His gaze drew her in, and she felt as if she could drown in their depths.
“I’m going to say it now, Abi, because it’s true. I love you. I’ve loved you since that first day when you let out that little shriek at nearly plowing into us as we moved the furniture. You were embarrassed and had that lovely shade of pink you wear a lot on your cheeks, and I’m not talking about makeup.” Tinker’s words touched her heart.
The heat rose in her cheeks, the one Tinker was talking about. She had always been so easy to embarrass. Much of it was from her anxiety.
The man before her smiled. “There it is,” he teased.
Abigail ducked her head. She didn’t like to be teased, but Tinker had a way of getting to her.
She was also thinking about what he had said to her. She did love him, and she was pretty sure she was in love with Jackson, but she wanted to see where all this was going before she made any declarations. Her heart was already gone to them, but if she said the words out loud and this petered out at some point, she would be so embarrassed and hurt. It would hurt bad enough, but admitting it would kill her if this didn’t work out.
Motion to her left had her looking over and finding Jackson kneeling next to her and Tinker. She watched as his hand came out and cupped her cheek gently. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, giving her a searing kiss. His other hand cupped the back of her head, holding her as he loved on her mouth.
Once he pulled away from her, he gazed into her eyes. “I believe you have stolen my heart, baby girl, and that has never happened before. My career was my mistress, but when I had to give that up, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever find the woman who could put up with me, let alone take my heart.” When she didn’t say anything, tears in her eyes, Jackson continued as if he was able to read her thoughts. “You don’t have to say anything just yet. We’ll wait. But we wanted to let you know how we felt about you.”
She nodded, for that was all she could do at the moment. Taking deep breaths, she pulled herself together, so she didn’t fall apart. She wanted to make love to both her men.
Jackson skimmed his hand down her back and over the rise of her generous derriere. A finger slid into the crevice that separated the globes until he pressed against her forbidden hole.
New sensations presented themselves as he played back there, ones that felt good. He didn’t press in, which was what she was afraid of when it came to anal sex. She was afraid it was going to hurt so much that she wouldn’t want to do it again, and that would hurt their feelings.
“Have you ever had anyone fuck you here?” Jackson asked, his voice breathy as he pressed kisses along her shoulder.
Chapter Seven
She shook her head, a slice of fear rushing through her. “No. I’m afra
id it’s going to hurt.”
“It will for a bit until you get used to it,” Tinker said as his hand skimmed along her sides. “We’ll work with you, getting you used to having something inside you. A plug would help also. We can start small, and work up from there.”
“But, if you find you don’t like it, sweetie,” Jackson began, his mouth on her neck next to her ear, “we’ll stop. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“However, we want you to at least give it a go.” Tinker drew her attention.
Abigail leaned down and kissed Tinker. His patience and kindness were something she liked about him since they first met.
Jackson’s lips had stopped moving on her neck, as if he was waiting for her reply also.
Pushing herself up so she was sitting on Tinker’s abs, she smiled at him, and then at Jackson. Both men were looking at her with lust and love.
In that moment, she knew she wanted to try everything they threw at her because she wanted both of their approvals. Disappointing them would be disappointing herself also.
“I will try it, just like I will try whatever Jackson wants us to here or at the club. I want to know what you both like.” She felt like she was babbling, her anxiety building. “I will do whatever you want even if I don’t like it.”
Smack!
It happened so quickly, it hadn’t registered that Jackson’s hand had moved away quickly. Pain blossomed on her butt cheek as tears filled her eyes. “Ouch!” she exclaimed, her hand going to her behind as if trying to protect herself.
“Now, baby girl, talk to Tinker again.” She was confused by Jackson’s statement, let alone his actions.
“What am I supposed to say?” she said slowly as she fought to keep the tears from falling.
“Rephrase what you just told me, Abi. Think about what you are saying, though.” Tinker was looking up at her, concern on his face. When he didn’t smile, it hurt her, because he was a force of nature with his attitude to life.
She thought about what she had said before the smack on her ass. Now, what had she supposed to have said to Tinker? Oh, yes.
“I want to try anything you guys want to try on me. I don’t want you holding back because you don’t think I can take it. Just let me love on your bodies as much as you do on me.” She hoped that’s what they wanted to hear.
She concentrated on her words, but she was also feeling something on her butt. Where Jackson had smacked her, he was now rubbing the area, and a luscious pain was blossoming outward. She surmised that the heat of the smack was to not only discipline, but to please also.
Abigail arched her back, thrusting her breasts outward. Her ass ached a bit where he had slapped her, the feeling moving straight to her pussy.
Moisture from her cunt was slipping out of her, causing Tinker’s cock to slide in between her lower lips in where once seated, she could feel every ridge. She was so glad she was here with him. Beneath her, she could feel his hardened cock was between her labia, the root of him pressing against her hole.
Jackson’s hand moved slightly, and she could feel him playing with Tinker’s balls. The latter was raising his hips as if he was trying to get Jackson to play with him.
Holding on to him was difficult he since had no fat on him to hold on to. His hips gyrated, and for a moment, Abigail thought he was going to buck her off.
“Be still, Tinker. You’ll get yours soon enough. Let’s work on making our woman happy.”
“Come here, honey,” Tinker said quickly as he ended his little hip dance. He reached up and pulled Abigail back down to him, and was kissing her before she had time to think.
His tongue invaded her mouth, this time taking control of it. He swept through, feeling every nook and cranny, drawing soft moans from Abigail.
Wanting to participate, Abigail let her tongue slide across his where they dueled for control, but she finally ceded to him.
Jackson moved in behind her and was laying open-mouthed kisses up her spine. It felt so sexy and decadent, just like when he played with her rosette. She arched her back like a kitten, silently telling him that she was enjoying his ministrations.
When he got to her neck, he kissed around it until he was in line for the next kiss. Then, Abigail pulled her mouth away from Tinker’s, trying to catch her breath. Tinker’s breath was coming fast and shallow also as he looked over at Jackson. Tinker leaned over and up while Jackson kissed his way down her shoulder until he had run out of room.
Jackson moved down until he lay on his side, facing both Tinker and her. The two men’s mouths found each other in a near-violent union. She had to hope that Jackson was the man he wanted everyone to see, and that he wasn’t going to hurt Tinker.
Abigail watched as the two men shared the kiss, each one seeking to dominate. She never thought that she would see something so intimate up close. At first, she felt as if she was eavesdropping, but then again, they wanted her to.
Lying down on top of Tinker, she found she was close to their faces and pressed soft kisses to both of their jaws. They were moaning, and she could tell they were using their tongues to kiss with.
She wasn’t sure what came over her, but suddenly, she wanted to be involved also. Jackson’s hand came up and moved into her hair, holding the back of her head. It was difficult, but the two men turned their heads, and Jackson was able to kiss her lips before he licked her lips. He wanted in. She reveled in the kiss with Jackson, but she could feel Tinker kissing on her cheek.
Jackson pulled back, and Abigail moved her head to kiss Tinker. He swept through her mouth again this time, with Jackson kissing her cheek.
A hand moved in between her and Tinker’s chest. She lifted her chest a bit, and the callused hand cupped her breast. Jackson! He found her nipple and began pinching and twisting it. The pain was there again, leaning on the nonexistent thread that was attached between her nipple and pussy.
Her hips were gyrating, her cunt grinding against the bottom part of Tinker’s abs and his silk-covered prick. With the hardness nestled in her slit, she felt the flames fanning the fire within her.
Savoring the kiss with Tinker, and having Jackson playing with her breast, she felt cherished. Her men were loving on her together, and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to get used to this and only be able to have sex between two men.
Hopefully, it will be with these two for the rest of my life, but we’ll just have to see.
Tinker gathered a handful of her hair and pulled back gently as he ended the kiss. His eyes were nearly black from his arousal. “I need to be inside you, Abi. Will you let me make love to you, now?” he asked, his voice gravelly.
His cock was moving on its own in her slit, like it was flexing.
Wanting to make sure it was all right with Jackson, she looked over at him. He had a sardonic smile on his lips as he watched her. “Go ahead, baby girl. Give our boy what he’s been waiting for for three years. I can wait.”
Not expecting that answer, she smiled at him. She had expected him to reserve his right as a Dominant and have the first go, even though he had said they would be lovers the first time. That he was deferring to Tinker warmed her heart. He really was special.
“Tinker, there are condoms on the nightstand, along with lube if it’s needed.” Jackson spoke as he removed his hand from her breast and helped her to move back, freeing up Tinker’s dick.
She was now sitting on Tinker’s thighs, and she let her gaze wander down his torso. It was hard to believe that this chiseled man was hers. When she got to his cock, she gasped.
It was long and thick, and Abigail had to hope that he would fit inside her. The shaft was paler than his normal soft tan skin tone, the blue vein standing out. Smaller veins ran off the main one, wrapping around the shaft. Purplish-red was the mushroomed head, looking as if it was angry. She stifled a giggle as she thought perhaps it was mad because it wanted to find a warm moist spot to sink into.
Tinker moved his hand over and retrieved a foil pack
et which he handed to Abigail. Carefully she ripped off one end of the object, and then she handed the latex item back to Tinker. By the look of his knit brows, he wasn’t sure what why she was handing it back to him.
“Have you ever…” he began. However, Jackson took the condom from her with a quick glance at Tinker.
“Let me,” Jackson offered quickly.
Abigail watched in awe as Jackson leaned forward and swiped the bead of moisture from the tip of Tinker’s cock. Jackson then pinched the top of the object and began to roll it down to cover the dick before them.
She realized she was out of her element with these two sexy men. None of the men she had dated had asked her to put a condom on them, so she wasn’t sure how to do it. Emma had said that there were classes for certain things at the club. Perhaps it was time to get an education in men.
* * * *
Shit! She hardly knows anything about sex!
Looking over at Jackson, whose hand was still on the root of Tinker’s cock, Tinker knew Jackson was thinking the same thing. She was uneducated in BDSM, except what she read in her books, but she seemed to be a bit lost when it came to sex. They were going to have fun teaching her what she needed to know, but knowing Abigail, she was plotting to get information elsewhere.
“See, baby,” Jackson said, not sounding condescending at all. “It’s simple. Just pinch the tip. That’s the reservoir where the cum is going to go into. Then, just roll the rest down the cock. I’m in this for the long haul, and I’m eventually going to want to fuck you without anything between us, so this just temporary.”
“That goes for me also, Abi. I haven’t had sex in about a year, and I’ve always used protection. We’ll get tested, and after that, we can fill you with our cum.” Tinker was itching to take Abigail without a condom. He wanted her belly round with their baby.
He was seeing a forever future with Abigail and Jackson. He had already fallen in love with Jackson, and he had been in love with Abi for three years. They were his family now, besides his parents and brother.
