by Tawny Taylor
“Trey’s cock,” he murmured.
Yes, Trey had one, and uh-huh, it looked good. But what was he trying to get at?
“Take it in your hand,” he added, sounding as breathless as a marathon runner. “Your mouth. Whichever.”
Oh, thank God, she wasn’t going to have to sit and just watch anymore. Happy to be putting her hands to good use, she grabbed the tube of K-Y, slicked up her fingers and scooted forward, wrapping them around Trey’s thick rod.
Trey growled.
It was a very nice sound, the kind that made her insides get all tingly. Smiling into his semi-glazed eyes, she gave his cock a few slow caresses. “How’s this?”
“Uhhhhh,” he groaned.
She’d take that as a “Just fine”. Encouraged, she tightened her grip on his penis and fell into a steady pace, not quite as fast as Damon’s. As she stroked him, the heat radiating off his body seemed to seep into her pores. It swirled inside her stomach and spread through her body in ripples.
Damon released Trey’s hips, dragged his fingers down Trey’s back as he looked down at Trey with eyes full of love and wanting and desperate desire.
Instinctively, Blair tightened her fist a little more, and Trey moaned again.
“Gonna come, Trey,” Damon said. “Can’t stop.”
“‘S’okay. Me too.”
The room filled with the sound of two men’s sighs of relief. Trey’s eyes opened. “Blair,” he whispered. He licked his lips. “Kiss me, baby.”
Still pumping his cock, Blair leaned forward, tipping at the waist and settling her mouth over his. She opened to accept his tongue, welcoming the invasion, trembling with the intensity of his kiss.
Hot cum spurted from the tip of his cock. Droplets sprinkled over her hands, breasts. She smiled, whispered over and over, “Thank you.” When he broke the kiss, stealing his delicious mouth from her, she released his still-hard cock and smoothed her hands down over her breasts.
A husky growl from Damon’s direction caught her attention and she looked up.
He stood, his plump, fully erect cock gripped in one fist. “Now, beautiful, it’s your turn.”
Chapter Six
“I want you both to take me,” Blair said as she let Trey ease her onto her back. “Please, at the same time.”
“No.” Trey stared down at her with tender eyes, full of emotion. His hand gently cupped her breast, his palm heating the hard tip of her nipple, rasping it gently, too gently.
She arched her back, pressing her breast firmer into his hand. “I’ve been preparing. Please.”
Damon, returning from a visit to the bathroom, knelt beside her, opposite Trey, hooked a hand around the back of Trey’s neck and pulled. They kissed overtop of her. In between slow, sensual licks and nips, they murmured words of love with lust-roughened voices.
She could have cried, seeing such a show of emotion this close after having witnessed their fight earlier. She’d been so sure she was going to see the end of something beautiful and rare. Just as she had when she was a child. It had been her parents’ love she’d watched being destroyed then. And now it had nearly been Trey’s and Damon’s.
Instead, to her relief, she’d seen its rebirth. If only the same thing had happened with her parents.
Someday, she might have a love like this, the kind that was worth giving up everything for.
The love she had for these two men was as close as she’d ever come to that kind of miracle. These past nights had definitely deepened her feelings for Trey and Damon, especially tonight. Her heart felt so light she thought it might float out of her chest.
Tears gathered in her eyes. They saw them, Damon and Trey, when they broke the kiss and together turned their attention back to her.
Damon cupped her face, thumbing away one of the salty drops as it seeped from the outer corner of her eye. “Why are you crying?”
“They’re good tears.” She gave him a watery smile, sniffled. “I’ve never seen the kind of love you two share. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never have believed it was possible.”
“Oh baby.” Damon smoothed her hair off her forehead. His gentle touch made her feel so cherished, adored. “We love you too. I hope you know that.”
She did. “Of course. Nobody’s ever done anything like what you two have for me. And I’m not just talking about all the beautiful presents, which I hope are all fake because if they’re not, I’m not even sure what to do or say.” She waited for him to either acknowledge or deny whether the stones adorning all the pieces of jewelry, the picture frame and the wooden box were real. He didn’t.
Being a practical person, she took his non-response as an admission that they were fake. After all, it was unreasonable to even consider that all those gems were genuine—with the exception of that first one, which she knew was real since it had been hers.
“Do you like the gifts?” Trey asked.
“Yes. Very much.”
Damon smiled and ran his flattened hand over her hair again. “Then that’s all that matters.”
“But like I said, it isn’t just the presents. Or the magic tricks. It’s this…” She motioned to the two of them. “The way you planned everything and make me feel so special, like I’m the last woman on earth and you’re both going to make sure I never experience a moment of longing or uncertainty or loneliness again. I’d swear…” She swallowed the words that sat on the tip of her tongue, unwilling to utter them, afraid if she did the magic of the moment would be lost.
There was nothing that could change reality, as much as she wanted, or even as much as it seemed Trey and Damon might want to. They were going to leave. Tomorrow night. Their time together was almost over.
Oh shoot, her mind was heading into a dark place again. “Please, no more talking. We’re running out of time.”
Damon pressed his index finger to her lips. “Yes, no more talking.” He lifted that finger to his mouth, swirled his tongue around the tip and then teased her nipple with it.
Trey bent over, lapped at the other one. They licked and stroked and teased and tormented until she had to squeeze her eyes closed and her world narrowed to a pinpoint of light. Hands. Mouths. Touches, nips and kisses. Pinches and strokes. They mapped every inch of her quivering body, from her earlobes to the soles of her feet.
Burning up. So tight.
The air was too thin. The room too hot, not cold. The passion that had banked to a low simmer reignited again, flaring hotter than ever.
And still her pussy was empty. They didn’t offer any relief, not from a finger, a dildo, nothing.
“Please, Damon. Both of you,” she begged, over and over. She didn’t know how many times she’d said it.
One of them sat behind her, lifted her shoulders off the mattress and slipped their body beneath hers. Damon. “Okay, beautiful. We can try if you want.”
Her legs draped over Damon’s legs, her feet resting on the mattress on either side of his ankles. His hard body supported her, cradled her, as he slowly pushed up into an incline with her sitting on his lap, reclined against his upper body.
Trey knelt at Damon’s legs, caressed her feet, her calves, her thighs. He pressed against her inner thighs, pushing them apart. Wider, wider.
Yes, oh yes, he was finally going to touch her pussy. Her womb spasmed as anticipation whipped through her body.
“You’ve never taken a man in the ass,” Damon murmured against her cheek.
“No, I haven’t, but I’ve been practicing. With a dildo. I wanted this last time to be special and this is something I’ve always wanted to try with you two. Not with anyone but you.”
Trey took up the lube and applied some to his fingers. “Let’s see how ready you are.” He traced those moistened fingertips from her pussy down to her anus. He pushed, gently.
Her first instinct was to tighten up, but the nights of practicing had taught her how to overcome instinct and relax, allowing the tip of his finger to slip inside. Then it was a matter of rema
ining relaxed as he gently massaged and stretched, testing her to see how much girth she could take.
He was big, slightly larger than the dildo she’d been using the past couple of weeks. There was a small chance she wouldn’t be able to handle it. But her need to be possessed by both these men at the same time, to have them come to her together, as two equals, two parts of a whole, was somehow absolutely necessary right now. She couldn’t explain it, not even to herself.
“She’s a little tight,” Trey said, inserting a second finger.
“You’ve been practicing? For us?” Damon murmured into her ear. “Why? What made you think we wanted this?”
She answered, “I didn’t know. I hoped you would. I…need you both. ”
Trey scissored his fingers, stretching her more, almost to the point of sharp pain. The torment was almost too much to bear. The way his fingers glided in and out of her bottom, filling her for a moment, only to cruelly withdraw. The swirling, rippling need inside her gathered in her center, gaining strength like a summer storm. Jolts of electricity arced from the axis out, like spokes on a wheel.
Her pussy.
She shuddered, her muscles alternately tightening and relaxing as more throbbing need shot to her center. “Please,” she whispered.
Trey’s fingers withdrew, and she gave a little mewl of protest. And then strong hands gripped her hips.
“Brace your feet on the bed,” Damon said. “Spread your legs.”
Oh God, yes! He was going to do it, or at least try. She gleefully spread her legs as wide as she could, relaxing back against his bulk again when Trey bent low and started teasing her burning pussy with his hand and mouth. Slow, long drags of his tongue, followed by short, hard flicks over her clit. He added two fingers to the mix, and she felt like she was about to come apart, just explode into a million pieces of glittering, sparkling light.
“Now, baby,” Damon said, lifting up on her hips.
Her legs were soft as molten marshmallows, as wobbly as they’d ever been. But Trey helped her from the front, Damon from behind. Supported by her shaking legs and Trey’s not-shaking arms, she waited as Damon rolled on a rubber and smoothed some lube over his cock and around her anus. And then she eased down on him, taking him inside.
Stretching. Burning. It was almost too much. But oh, the delicious fullness. It was so much better than the toy.
With the support of both guys, she managed to lie back again with Damon’s cock still buried deep in her ass. Now all she needed was Trey. She prayed it wouldn’t take him long, because she was at the cusp, the glorious sensation of Damon’s cock sliding a little in and out, stirring up those storm clouds to huge heights.
This wasn’t going to be just another climax. This was going to be the climax of a lifetime, the one she’d never forget.
Trey finished up his preparations, a condom and a little lube, and he applied some jelly to her clit as well, lifted her legs and positioned himself at her entry.
She cried when he entered her. Not because it hurt. But because she finally had what she’d been searching for. What her body had been screaming for.
Possessed by two men. By the only two men in the world she might ever love. Talk about magic.
They coordinated their movements as one, gliding in and out of her body, bringing her closer, closer to that pinnacle with every thrust. They lavished attention over her breasts, plucked at her nipples until they ached, blew tickly streams of air in her ear until she shivered, stroked her clit until she was trembling.
She soared toward completion too swiftly, and yet her body pushed to go faster.
Harder they thrust. Yes, so much better. She was getting tight all over, hot. Desperate. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just. Needed. Release.
Oh yes. It was…there.
Her climax felt like an enormous wave of hot water rolling over her body. She tingled everywhere. Her scalp, chest, stomach, feet. Her pussy and ass spasmed around two thick, hard cocks.
The guys groaned, thrust harder, faster, making more and more waves splash over her body, up from her stomach to her head, down to her toes. They came too. Both of them. Growling, groaning, their breaths bursting from their bodies in short puffs. Damon’s skin was slick beneath her, her body gliding and sliding over his as he rocked his hips up and down. Driving his cock inside, faster, harder, until his orgasm ended.
There was a collective sigh.
Twitching all over, she whimpered when both guys withdrew from her. They peeled off the rubbers, discarded them, then lay on either side of her.
She didn’t want to leave. Couldn’t leave yet. This was heaven. This was where she belonged, and there wasn’t much time left. She wanted to say to hell with her job, with everything. If they asked her, she’d do it. For them.
She wanted them to ask her. Desperately.
* * * * *
Later that night, as she lay in her bed, at home, alone, she made a decision. She’d tell Damon and Trey everything. That was what they wanted. All her secrets laid bare. She knew it. Even if it might pile more guilt on Damon. He’d rather know everything than learn she’d lied to protect him.
After all they’d done for her, giving him this last gift was the least she owed them.
* * * * *
Tonight was the last night, and Blair couldn’t pretend to be okay with this any longer. Couldn’t lie to herself or comfort herself with the knowledge that she still had time to come to terms with Damon and Trey saying goodbye.
Oh God, she felt sick.
Just like she did every night, she shaved and plucked and primped for them. Made herself look as beautiful as she could. Sadly, no matter how hard she tried, there was nothing she could do about the red eyes or hideous blotches marring her complexion. Crying made her ugly.
Finally, she gave up, headed to her car and drove to the warehouse in silence. Her heart weighed a ton, dragging her down, stealing all her energy. Slowly, she walked up to the door. As always, the reception area was dark and quiet. Picking up speed, she rushed to the back, opened the door.
Total silence. Complete darkness.
Her heart stopped. The air flew from her lungs in a hard huff.
Oh God, had she misunderstood? Was last night the final night? They’d never actually talked about tonight. She hadn’t thought to double-check.
“Trey? Damon?”
In the next blink, there was a scarlet circle of light on the floor, illuminating two beautiful—absolutely terrifying—black panthers. One of them opened its mouth, giving a snarl, white teeth flashing.
Blair stood transfixed, both scared and intrigued. She remembered the first night, the black panther. She’d run and missed the illusion. Tonight, she’d watch.
The snarling one pawed at the air. The other started licking its shoulder. They reminded her of Damon and Trey. Damon, the aggressor, the predator. Trey the quiet and content one. She smiled.
And then in a flash of white light they were gone, and Damon stood where the aggressive cat had been. Trey in the place of the quiet one. She rushed to them, threw herself into their outstretched arms and didn’t even try to pretend she was happy.
How could she go on with life without these two? In such a short time they’d become everything to her all over again. The reason she woke up every morning. The last thing she thought about as she fell asleep.
They sandwiched her between them, whispered sweet words to her. Trey cupped her chin in his hand and lifted. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” she asked, sniffling. “Tonight’s the last night. Did you expect me to be jumping for joy?”
“Not really. But maybe I didn’t expect this either.” He glanced at Damon then took her hand and led her toward the front of the warehouse, out to the reception area.
Why was he ushering her out?
“Where are we going?” She dragged her feet.
“We just want to talk,” Damon said, his voice smooth and reassuring.
; They pulled up a chair for her.
“Okay.” She sat and concentrated on breathing and swallowing because neither function was coming naturally at the moment.
Trey and Damon both pulled up chairs and sat in front of her.
“Blair, what have these past two weeks meant to you?” Trey asked.
“Gosh, I don’t know how to put that in words.” Blair struggled to think of what to say and then gave up. “These past two weeks have been magical.”
Damon shook his head. “No, we need to know more, Blair. Be specific. We’re not sure what to think.”
“Think about what?” Her gaze hopped back and forth between the guys. They were being vague, cryptic, and she had no clue what they were getting at. What did these nights mean to her? “When I saw you that first night onstage, so many things went through my mind, so many emotions, memories of how things had been with us.”
Trey nodded, encouraging her to continue with his eyes, a hint of a smile.
“And then I found out you had not only seen me but you’d sought me out, and I was over-the-moon thrilled. These two weeks have been more than I’d ever imagined. More exciting. More sweet. More sensual. More intense. I learned about bondage and about myself. I learned I’ve been hiding from something for a long time, and finally last night I accepted the fact that the secret I’ve been hiding has been poisoning me.”
Damon tipped his head slightly, his lips thinning almost imperceptibly. “What’s that mean, Blair? What secret?”
She couldn’t look at Damon. Instead, she stared down, at her hands, clasped in her lap. “I haven’t been totally honest with you. But I want to be. After we moved, things got worse with my mother and stepfather. Much worse. My mom got stoned on pills every single day, to the point where she had no clue where I was, what was going on, whether we had food in our house. My stepfather, the bastard, took advantage of her being so out of it.”
She couldn’t believe she was about to tell Damon and Trey this, to actually reveal something she was so ashamed of, she’d punished herself for it for over fifteen years.
