Tangled Hearts: A Menage Collection

by Various

  “Nervous?”

  “Horny.”

  He stepped on the gas.

  *****

  Cort paced the living room of the townhouse. Their planned seduction had gone awry in the best possible way. The woman who’d shown up this morning might be inexperienced, but she was far from fragile. Alexa might bend, but she wouldn’t break.

  And oh, how she’d bend. Over the bed, her pussy hot and wet, her gorgeous ass ready to cushion his thrusts. Over the armchair he’d just passed. Over the sofa …

  His cock was ready to explode, and they hadn’t even started. Cort pivoted, strode into the kitchen, and splashed cold water on his face. They still had to take care of Alexa’s needs, make sure she felt safe as well as wanted. Make sure this woman they barely knew felt cherished and respected while they fucked her blind.

  If anyone could pull that off, it was he and Vance.

  The sound of the garage door signaled their arrival, and Cort’s body tightened with anticipation.

  Showtime.

  *****

  The garage door led to a laundry room, which opened onto a hallway that led to the kitchen. Vance escorted her, his hand on the small of her back again. Alex was wet, and needy, and more scared than she’d ever been in her life.

  Cort was waiting for them in the kitchen. He took one look at her and said, “Second thoughts?”

  “No. Yes.” Alex shook her head and scrubbed her hands over her face. “No. I just don’t know if I’m strong enough for this.”

  “Let’s sit down,” Vance said. He guided her into the living room. The townhouse would be a rental, of course, so it was more like a big hotel suite; nicely appointed, but not stamped with their personalities.

  Alex would have taken a seat on the sofa, but Vance chose a large, comfortable recliner and tugged her down to sit on his lap, folding his arms around her. “Not fair,” she told him.

  “I never said anything about fair, Alexa.” He was making no attempt at all now to veil the hunger in his eyes. Soon, unless she chickened out, the full force of his power was going to be focused on her. Alex cuddled up against him with a shiver, and he tucked her head against his shoulder, stroking her hair.

  Cort was on the sofa, watching them, and Alex had the distinct impression he’d like to come over and rip her out of Vance’s arms. It would be so not okay if they started acting like two dogs fighting for the same scrap of food. “What do you mean by not strong enough?” he said.

  “Right. Well. Last night, I dreamed about you. Both of you.”

  If she hadn’t had it before, that would have guaranteed their full attention. “Was it a good dream?” Vance said.

  “It was a bunch of dreams. One after another, all night long.”

  She couldn’t see Vance’s face from this angle, but Alex imagined it was a lot like Cort’s. And his expression said he thought making those dreams a reality was a great blueprint for their time together. “The thing is, though. Fantasies are great. But fantasies, pretty much by definition, aren’t real.”

  Cort cocked his head. “You think we’ll disappoint you.”

  “No,” she said slowly. “What I’m afraid of is that you’ll be even better than my imagination.”

  “Why would that be bad?” Vance said, and Cort looked equally puzzled. They really didn’t get it.

  “Because …” Alex took a deep breath, determined not to wallow in self-pity. “This is for, what, a day? A couple of days? Maybe a week if we get ambitious.”

  Neither man contradicted her, but she hadn’t expected them to. “I can guarantee you that nothing else for the rest of my life is going to come close to this. And I’m not sure I want to spend the rest of my life knowing what I’m missing.”

  There. She’d said it. Now they’d talk her into it anyway, because they wanted her; and she’d let herself be persuaded, because she wanted them.

  She’d just have to live with the consequences.

  Laying her head back down on Vance’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and let the men do their telepathic thing for a few minutes. When it seemed like they were finished, she looked over at Cort.

  “We can’t decide this for you, Alexa. Whether this happens, what happens, how it happens … that’s up to you.”

  “I think that’s a little bit of a copout.”

  One eyebrow winged up. “Oh?”

  “I may not be worldly, but I’m not completely clueless about how this works. This isn’t a damned restaurant, where the two of you are going to show me a menu in between each course and ask me what my selections are.”

  Cort’s lips twitched, and then he and Vance started laughing—only it came out as a series of snorts, because they kept trying to hold it in. Finally, Cort cleared his throat and managed a straight face. “Okay, you’re right. But let’s say that you’ll have the power to veto any course, or even change your mind and send it back if you decide you don’t like it.”

  Alex wondered how true that was really going to be once things got going, but she appreciated him saying it nonetheless. “That’s fair.”

  Vance shifted her so they had eye contact. “None of us knows how long this is going to last, Alexa. But for as long as it does, we can promise we’ll take care of you.”

  The sudden threat of tears surprised her. Even she knew this was about sex, not emotions. “Okay,” she said softly, and then Vance was kissing her, all that hunger pouring from his body into hers, and she arched and twisted, her body contorting with need, and then Cort’s hand was there, sliding up her thigh to her mound, the heel pressing firmly against her clit, circling once, twice, again, until all the tension in her body gathered and snapped in one bright searing moment, and she crested and came, crying out against Vance’s mouth.

  He broke the kiss, staring down at her, the bones of his face sharp against his skin. “You’re exquisite,” he said, his voice rough. His erection felt huge against her thigh.

  Cort knelt by the chair, eyes burning. “You both look like ravenous beasts,” Alex said.

  He didn’t smile. “We are.”

  And even a little bit sorry about it, either. Well, neither was she. “Then you’d better get on with ravishing me.”

  The next instant, Cort tore her shirt open. “Hey!” Alex cried as buttons scattered. “I just bought that.”

  “I’ll buy you another one.” With deft fingers, he freed one breast from its lacy enclosure and clamped his mouth over it.

  “God!” It felt like he was going to tug her womb up and out of her body with every powerful suck. Then Vance took her mouth again, his hand simultaneously invading her panties to cup her softness. Parting her slick folds, he circled her clit with his thumb as one finger pressed inside her wet heat.

  Alex made frantic needy sounds, pleasure spiking hot and hard as he stroked in and out of her, his tongue keeping pace in her mouth. When he added another finger, she made a different noise, and he stilled, lifting his head.

  “Tell me if it’s too much.”

  “It’s all too much, but I don’t want you to stop.” Her breath was ragged; she scarcely recognized her own voice.

  Vance rested his forehead on hers for a moment. “If it’s really too much—and you’ll know if it is—promise you’ll tell me.”

  “I promise,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

  He took her at her word, kissing her like a starving man, his fingers plunging inside her. Cort had freed her other breast and was giving it the same treatment as the first, while his fingers plucked at the taut nipple that wasn’t in his mouth. Sensation built, layer after layer, swamping her system.

  Vance curled his fingers, pressing on some spot deep inside her, while his thumb did the same to her clit. Alex gasped. He did it again, and she writhed, the pleasure so intense it was almost pain. Then Cort’s hand—from the angle, it must be his—slid down over her curls. Vance moved his thumb, and Cort’s fingers started gently rubbing her clit, while Vance’s resumed their curling motion.

  Oh Jesus
God yes, that was incredible. Alex let out a long, low moan, and got two soft growls in reply. Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through her, so fast she couldn’t hold it in, and a sort of wail escaped her, getting louder and higher as sensation built, like her own built-in pressure gauge, until she reached the top and burst, shuddering through another long climax.

  But that wasn’t enough for her men. They brought her again and again, and when Cort’s fingers got tired Vance slid out from under her and knelt down to use his mouth, sucking on her clit gently, then harder, his own fingers still working that spot inside her. Alex sobbed and screamed and babbled, saying God knew what, until finally her body was too pleasure-drenched for even one more orgasm.

  She went limp in the chair, and Vance swung her into his arms and started up the stairs, with Cort following.

  God help her, they were just getting started.

  *****

  The bedroom was enormous, a cool, shadowed oasis. The sun filtered through Roman shades that covered floor-to-ceiling windows all along one wall. Another section held a desk and chairs, another a conversational seating area. Through an open door, Alex caught a glimpse of an equally spacious, luxurious bathroom.

  The bed was on a scale to match its surroundings, a huge four-poster covered with a luxurious comforter and piled with silk pillows. Cort pulled the covers back, dislodging the pillows. Vance laid her down, and the men began to strip, their eyes intent on her.

  She watched them in turn, impatient to see what she’d only dreamed of. Both of them were fit and trim, though Vance’s build was a little more solid. The bed was so high it only gave her a good view from the waist up, so Alex rolled and turned until she could peer over the mattress on that side.

  Even after everything they’d just done, fresh desire filled her when she saw them fully naked. Trepidation, too, because neither of them was on the small side, or even average from what little she knew. But her nerves were nothing compared to her hunger. “God, you’re beautiful. Both of you.”

  Not just their cocks; she meant their whole bodies. Being men, though, they applied the compliment there first, and both their erections jerked in unison when she said it. It was amusing, but Alex suspected they might not see it that way, so she hid her smile and feasted with her eyes.

  Then her fallen angels were on the bed with her, and her nerves multiplied. What were they going to do to her? Did they know, or were they making it up as they went?

  If they were improvising, they were good at it, because there was no conversation between them. They shifted her around to lie on her side, Vance behind her and Cort facing her. Laying a hand on her cheek, he said, “Remember, you always have veto power. But we want to make this so good for you that you don’t need to use it.”

  She nodded. Vance leaned over her, grazing her neck with his teeth. And so they began.

  *****

  Gentle, they were so gentle. Alex had expected the same voracious treatment she’d gotten downstairs. Instead, taking the edge off her appetite seemed, paradoxically, to have done the same for them.

  With seemingly infinite patience, they explored every inch of her, lingering whenever her gasps and moans increased. Hands and lips and fingers and teeth rubbed and nuzzled, squeezed and nibbled, until pleasure flowed through her like golden sunlight. They took her up so gradually that when she tipped over into orgasm, it was a long, shimmering sigh instead of a wrenching explosion. Even so, she sensed their control fraying at the edges as soon as she came. How they’d held off this long already, she had no idea.

  Their touch became more insistent, feeding the fire in her core, making it burn hotter and brighter with each passing moment. “Please,” she groaned at last.

  They stilled, a new tension filling them, and Alex took a split second to call herself an idiot. They were waiting for her to ask, to tell them it was time. “Please,” she said again, too embarrassed even now to be more explicit.

  Vance’s arm came around her, cupping one breast, and he propped himself up on his other elbow to look down at her. She met his eyes, saw the question there—he wanted to be very sure—and nodded. He kissed her, softly, then released her breast and lifted her leg.

  Cort took over there, holding her leg up, and a moment later the tip of Vance’s cock parted her slick flesh and nudged her entrance. “Alexa,” he said. “Look at me.”

  She did, and then she couldn’t look away. He began to push inside her, and she was falling into his eyes, endlessly, anchored there even as he stretched her a tiny bit at a time, drawing back and pressing in again. Her breath came in trembling gasps, her whole universe narrowing down to those two points of focus, his eyes and his cock.

  Little by little he filled her, until at last he was deep inside. Her discomfort was nothing compared to her joy; she wanted him there always. Vance kissed her again, as if bookending his possession of her, and then looked up at Cort.

  Alex did too, not sure what she would see there. She didn’t expect it to be an almost peaceful joy that paralleled her own. This was no time to talk about it, but maybe later—much, much later—he’d tell her how that had happened.

  Now, he draped her leg over his hip and positioned himself so that his shaft rubbed against her clit. She sucked in a breath. Cort looked at Vance, and for just a moment the connection between the men who shared her was so powerful it was the most real thing in the room. Then the moment passed, and she and Cort were eye to eye.

  Vance started to move, pulling back until just the head of his cock was inside her, then slowly filling her again. Cort matched him exactly in his strokes against her clit, his eyes on Alex, his fingers teasing her nipples, first one and then the other. It was amazing. “Oh, God,” she moaned, wishing she could say more, hoping Cort knew he was an equal part of her pleasure.

  Gradually, she adjusted to Vance’s girth, and he moved more easily inside her. The men went a little faster, still in sync, and Alex felt another climax building. “I can’t—hold off,” she gasped.

  “We don’t want you to hold off,” Vance said. His voice was above her ear, not behind her head. Holy shit—he’d been watching her and Cort, the same way Cort had had a front-row seat for her response to Vance.

  The charge that gave her shoved Alex right over the edge. She came with a shout, clamping down on Vance, quivering. Both men waited her out, then began to move again. Almost at once she was on the verge of another orgasm.

  “I can’t,” she groaned as her circuits overloaded.

  “Does it hurt?” Vance said, without either man stopping.

  “No, just—oh God!”

  She spun into another climax, and this time, instead of waiting, they sped up. It slapped her up and over again, and they went even faster. And then she couldn’t stop coming.

  Alex thought she might die from so much pleasure, but it somehow never pegged the meter over into pain. And since the men were nowhere near finished with her, that was fortunate. She jerked and shuddered through one release after another; and every time they fucked her a little faster, a little harder, and that just made her come more. A positive feedback loop of endless pleasure.

  By the time the men reached porn-star speed, Alex had had more orgasms than everybody in the history of the whole world. Combined. She was still coming when Vance finally lost his rhythm and began to thrust erratically. A moment later, Cort, who like an amazing human vibrator was still rubbing her clit with every stroke, followed suit.

  Her final climax seized her, and both men followed her into oblivion. Cort spilled himself all over her belly, her breasts, her mound. It should have been gross, but it wasn’t. And Vance emptied himself deep inside Alex, her tight walls gripping him, clenching and releasing, milking him for every last drop, every pulse of his fluids prolonging her spasms.

  Limbs tangled, they let the afterglow carry them down into sleep.

  *****

  When Alex drifted back to consciousness, Vance was still inside her, his arm around her waist, his mouth nuzzl
ing her shoulder. Cort was nestled close on her front side, her leg still over his hip, his lips against her brow.

  Her mind was mush, but a thought kept dancing around its perimeter, trying to get her attention. Something important … but she couldn’t quite see what it was.

  She yawned. Good thing the bathroom was right there. She’d actually gotten off on having Cort come all over her, but before long she’d need to—

  Her eyes flew open. Cort was awake, the hunter in his eyes. Vance stirred, and his cock twitched inside her.

  Inside her, where he’d recently deposited a few million sperm.

  No condoms.

  No birth control pill.

  Oh shit.

  *****

  Alex was in the shower. She’d excused herself, after a painful silence, saying she needed to clean up. Over in the sitting area of the bedroom, Vance and Cort had pulled on bathrobes to make their conversation slightly less awkward.

  “What the hell were we thinking?” Cort said quietly. “Or why the hell weren’t we thinking, might be a better way to put it.”

  “Have you ever forgotten?” Vance said.

  “No. Not even when I was a teenager.” Cort raked his fingers through his hair. “And for us to let that go, with someone we knew damn well probably wasn’t on the pill …”

  Vance didn’t respond; his gaze was focused on some distant reality. When he finally came back to the room, there was a knowing in his eyes that made the hair prick up on the back of Cort’s neck. “What?”

  “What’s the only reason we wouldn’t have remembered?” Vance said.

  Cort started to speak, then stopped. His gaze went unfocused. His friend already had the answer, Vance knew, would have realized it as soon as he heard the question. He was coming to terms with it.

  When Cort looked up, he was as serious as Vance had ever seen him. “We didn’t want to remember,” he said very softly.

  Vance nodded.