by HELEN HARDT
Her hot pussy absorbed his cock. He thrust upward as she rode him, bit her nipple when she moaned. What he wouldn’t give to rub her clit for her, make her come.
“Let me go, Eve. Let me make you come.”
“Oh, no, baby. I haven’t had my fill of this gorgeous, hard cock yet.”
Fuck. He had to hold on. Couldn’t disappoint her… His hands clenched, he forced his body to calm. Still, she rode him with a wildness he’d never imagined. Her curvy body glimmered with a lacquer of shiny sweat. Her platinum eyes sizzled. He needed to caress her smooth skin, twirl his fingers in her springy chestnut curls.
“Please. I want to touch you.”
“You are amazing,” she whispered against his forehead before pressing her warm lips to his skin. “I guess you’ve suffered enough.” She sat up and sank down farther onto his hardness.
Ah, sweet friction, though he missed her gorgeous boobs in his face. She sank her fingers into her pubic curls and rubbed her clit. Her beautiful face contorted into a heavenly grimace.
“Yes,” she said, her voice a soft sigh. “Right there.”
Yeah, honey. Come all over me.” He tensed his abdomen and thrust upward into her. “Come. For me.”
When her first contraction hugged his cock, he let go. His climax seized him with blinding force, starting with tiny spasms in his balls and then blazing outward along the length of him. He emptied into her, gave her his heart and soul along with his seed. If only…
She came along with him, both of them thrusting, and her sheer beauty mesmerized him. Her tight body tensed, and drips of perspiration fell from her hairline down her cheeks, her neck, her breasts. Her red nipples taunted him, begged for his mouth. When his spasms slowed, he reached for her.
Damn the restraints! “Let me go now, Eve. Please. Let me hold you.”
“Wow, Jonny. That was…wow.” She eased off his still-hard cock, slid up his moist body and untied him.
Once free, he wrapped his arms around her and held her against him. He brushed his hands over her sleek, moist shoulders, fondled her swollen breasts, tweaked her puckered red nipples, caressed her thighs, her wet folds. He couldn’t touch her enough. Being restrained had made him want her even more.
“I love you so much, Eve.”
She didn’t respond. He didn’t expect it. But he hoped he’d shown her tonight what she meant to him.
“You feel good,” she said.
“You do too.” He kissed the top of her head, inhaled her exotic bouquet of arousal and sex. The pure love in his heart for this woman overwhelmed him. “And the night is still young.”
Chapter Six
Eve spent two days away from the loft. She’d rented a hotel room next to her studio and danced as much as she could.
When she wasn’t dancing, she thought about her nights with Jon and Brian. She went over every little detail in her mind. Every kiss, every caress. Every word exchanged. How Brian had introduced her to anal sex, releasing her inhibitions enough that she could try her fantasy of bondage with Jon. Both had given her so much. She had loved being controlled by Brian, had loved controlling Jon. Yet surely something would surface. One little thing that would convince her she loved one more than the other.
Nothing had materialized. She loved them both. Wanted them both. Needed them both.
Flawed. She was definitely flawed.
Now she stood outside the door of the loft she shared with her two best friends. Her two lovers. The two people who meant the world to her. Though she hadn’t yet decided between them, she was prepared to make them an offer. An offer she hoped they wouldn’t refuse.
She breathed in deeply, let it out slowly, and opened the door. Jon sat on the couch, his head in his hands. Brian sat on the piano bench, his elbows on the ivories. Both so beautiful, both so tortured. All because of her and her stupid-ass flaws. They expected her to choose one or neither of them.
Boy, were they in for a surprise.
“Hi, guys.” Her voice trembled.
Jon rose, kissed her on the cheek. Then Brian, his signature kiss to her fingertips. How could she do this?
“I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” Brian said.
“Me too,” Jon echoed.
“I’ve missed you both.” No lie. They were all she’d thought about. She paced out of the front room and then back in. “We need to talk.”
“We know,” Jon said. “We’ve been waiting.”
Tears misted her eyes. “You want to sit down? At the table in the kitchen? Or here?” God, she was rambling. Who cared where they sat?
“How about here?” Jon sat on the front room couch and patted the space next to him. “Sit here, between Bri and me.”
“Good idea.” Brian plunked onto the other end of the sofa.
Eve sighed and sat down in the middle. She stared straight ahead at the blank screen of the television. “I don’t know how to say this.”
Brian took her hand and squeezed it. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Whatever you decide is fine with Jon and me. We’ve talked it out, haven’t we, bud?”
“Yeah,” Jon said. “We know this has been hell for you. It’s hell for us too. But we need to know, honey. We need to know if you love either one of us.”
She gulped. “That’s the problem. I’ve never fallen in love before.”
“Oh.” Sadness laced Jon’s voice.
“No, let me finish.” Eve cleared her throat. “What I mean is, I’ve had my share of boyfriends, but I never fell in love with any of them. Never felt that solid connection, you know? But now…” She wiped her eyes.
“Damn, don’t cry,” Jon said.
She sniffed. “It’s okay. You need to understand. It happened gradually. I’ve always loved you guys. You’re everything to me. And one day a couple months ago, I realized I’d been thinking about you both all the time. Fantasizing about you. Wanting to be with you intimately.”
“Which one of us?” Brian asked.
She let out a harsh sigh. “Don’t you get it? Both of you. I’m completely in love with both of you.”
Brian dropped her hand. “What exactly are you saying, Eve?”
A vise gripped her heart, and two tears trickled down her cheeks. “I love you both. I spent the last two days ruminating about this, hoping I could find I loved one of you more. Then at least only one of you would be hurting. But I can’t. What does that make me? Some fickle little floozy, I guess.” She buried her face in her hands and let out the sob she’d been holding back for two days.
Two hips nudged hers. Four arms embraced her. She’d admitted her shortcoming and still they comforted her. “I don’t deserve this.”
“You’re not flawed.” Jon’s deep voice soothed her. “You’re not fickle. You said yourself you’ve never been in love before. So how can you be fickle?”
“Because it’s not normal to be in love with two men. It’s not fair to either of you. But I do love you both. You, Brian, your artistic nature, your love of music, the way you make the piano sound as if it’s playing just for me.”
“It is playing just for you, Eve. When I’m playing it, that is.”
“And you’re so strong. You know what you want and you go for it. You have a solid, commanding presence and it’s irresistible.
“And you”—she turned to Jon—“so smart and so strong, physically and emotionally. So dedicated to your work, to your friends. You understand your spiritual side. And you’re so trusting. You’re not afraid to submit to someone else’s desires, someone else’s needs.”
“Only your needs, Eve.”
She sighed and closed your eyes. “Both so different, yet so similar in your strength and capacity to love. You’re the best of friends. And you’re my best friends.”
“What are you getting at?” Brian asked.
Always the one to take charge. Brian had to know what was going on. She didn’t blame him. “I honestly thought it was only me, that neither of you would ever reciprocate my feelings. I thought I could live with
that. Love you both from afar, you know? But then you both tell me you’re in love with me and you want me to choose.” She gulped. “Well, here it is in black and white. I can’t choose one of you over the other.”
“No.” Jon thumbed her palm. “You’re not leaving us, are you? We can go back to the way it was. It’s possible, if we all try.”
“I…I don’t want to go back. It’ll hurt too much. And it’s not fair to you. You’re both amazing.”
“Then what?” Brian said. “How are we supposed to deal with this?”
“I—” Her heart pounded like a sledgehammer. What would they think of her? “I have a proposition.”
Both bodies tightened next to her. So aware, she was, of each of their movements, each of their emotions. Right now they worried about what she was about to suggest.
“We’re listening,” Jon said.
“I’ll make a decision.” She swallowed. The invisible tension pervaded the room and crawled over her skin like tiny fireflies. “But before I do, I’d like to…” For God’s sake, Eve, get a backbone already! You’re stronger than this. These men love you as much as you love them. They’ve proven that. “I want us to make love.” She shivered. She knew she was turning a hundred different shades of red. “Together. All three of us.”
Neither of them spoke.
“You think I’m a freak, don’t you?”
“Aw, sweetheart,” Brian soothed, “you’re not a freak. You think Jon or I could love a freak?”
“I just wish…”
“Come on now.” He pressed a moist kiss to her neck. “It’ll be all right.”
“Yeah.” Jon nipped at her earlobe. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Then you’re willing…?” Eve’s words caught.
Brian’s tongue drew circles on her bare shoulder. Jon’s firm lips trailed kisses along her jawline. Her sexual hunger stirred to life. Anticipation thickened in the air. They were going to do it. They were going to make love to her together. She sank back against the soft sofa.
“This means the world to me. I can’t tell you how much.”
Brian eased her camisole over her chest, while Jon fumbled with the snap and zipper of her jeans.
“Oh my God.”
“I love you, Eve.” Brian lifted her camisole and released her breasts from her bra.
“I love you too, honey.” Jon eased her jeans over her hips.
“Okay, bud?” Brian asked.
Jon nodded, removed Eve’s sandals, and slid her jeans and panties off her. The dam broke. Eve wrapped her arms around Brian’s neck and kissed him hard.
Jon spread her legs and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her pussy. “Wet, honey. God, you taste good.”
Her tongue tangled with Brian’s. She loved how he kissed. So forceful and demanding.
She knew what she wanted. Both of them. And she would take it, if only this once.
She broke the kiss and inhaled a necessary breath. “Your fingers, Jonny. Give me your fingers.”
First one thick finger, and then two, breached her wet channel.
“You,” she said to Brian.
“Shh. I’m going to suck those sweet nipples, baby. Suck them till they’re raw.” He bit down hard on one nipple, plucked at the other one.
Fresh cream drizzled onto her thigh.
“Mmm,” Jon said. “Whatever you’re doing, Bri, keep it up. She’s dripping.”
“You’re delicious,” Brian said against her flesh. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, I love you too. Both of you.”
The words hung in the air, swirled around her head like a rainbow. How freeing to say them! To speak her heart to the men she loved.
Jon’s tousled waves tickled her outer pussy lips, her thighs. Brian’s auburn tresses teased the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Shivers racked her body.
“Make her come, Jon,” Brian said.
Jon slid a third finger into her cunt and sucked her clit between his gorgeous lips. Her pussy burned from the sweet invasion. Brian’s mouth took her whole areola, and she shattered. The climax rocked her, sent tingles from her pussy to her nipples, to every cell in her body. She flew to the stars. Well loved by two men. A miracle, at least for today.
When the spasms subsided, she pulled Jon forward. “Bri,” she whispered, “kiss my pussy. Kiss it like you kiss my mouth.”
“You want me to lick you, huh, baby? You want my lips on your pretty pussy?”
“God, yes.”
“Then beg me. Beg me to kiss your wet cunt.”
Brian wanted control. Eve was all too happy to surrender it. “Please, Bri. Please suck my pussy. Make me come.”
“My pleasure.” He smiled as he and Jon traded places.
“Kiss me, Jonny. I want to taste myself on you.”
Jon clamped his mouth to hers and she sucked hard on his tongue. Satiny, delicious. She kissed him deeply, savored her own female musk.
Brian licked her pussy lips, spread them, and thrust his tongue into her. She jolted, kissed Jon harder. Her belly rippled, her skin chilled and then heated. So fucking good. Damn, she was ready to come again. When Brian nipped at her clit, the climax hit her.
She bit down on Jon’s tongue, and he groaned into her mouth. So much pleasure. So much love. If only…
Her orgasm continued, forcing her ever higher. She released Jon’s mouth and cried both their names. Told them she loved them. Would always love them. Brian tongued her as she eased down.
“We’re going to bed now, sweetheart.” His voice hummed against her wet thighs. “Both of us. To your bed.”
She nodded limply. Both of them in her bed. A dream come true.
Every cell in her body screamed with sensation. Fresh urgency plowed through her, and liquid heat sizzled beneath her skin. She knew exactly what she wanted. They needed condoms. Two of them. Hell, more than two. And a bed. Hers. Brian was right. It would have to be her bed.
She stood, but her knees buckled beneath her. Jon caught her and gathered her into his arms. He followed Brian to her room. Jon laid her on the bed, the cool sheets a soothing salve to her hot skin.
“How fast can the two of you get naked?”
Pretty fast, apparently. Clothes flew through the room until she had two gorgeous men, four hands, twenty fingers, two rock-hard cocks at her beck and call.
“Oh my…” Her voice had deepened, sounded foreign. Fresh juice rushed between her legs. She reached into her nightstand drawer, pulled out two condoms, ripped them open, and knelt before her two lovers. She tongued Brian’s cock, and then Jon’s, just enough to coat them with moisture. Then she took one in each hand and slid her fingers back and forth along their solid lengths.
“You’re both so beautiful. So handsome. I love you so much.”
“I love you, gorgeous,” Jon said.
“So do I, sweetheart,” Brian said.
Passion surged through her. This was what she had wanted, what she’d asked them for. But apprehension laced the fierce emotion. She was being selfish. This wasn’t fair. She backed away.
“Honey?”
She met Jon’s dark gaze. His eyes smoldered. He wanted her. Brian fingered a strand of her hair. His eyes burned. He wanted her too.
She shook her head. “I don’t deserve you. Either one of you.”
Brian smiled. “Why don’t you let us be the judge of that?”
“I agree,” Jon said. “Tell us what you want, baby. Maybe we’ll give it to you.”
Eve closed her eyes. She rolled a condom onto Brian and then onto Jon. “Are you sure?”
They both nodded.
“I want you in my pussy, Jonny,” she said.
“Perfect,” Brian said. “I’ll take your tight ass, sweetheart.”
Her body quivered. He’d read her mind.
“Lie down on the bed, Jon.” Brian smiled into Eve’s eyes, but his commanding tone meant business.
Eve shuddered.
“I want to watch you ride his cock before I tak
e you from behind.”
Eve’s whole body throbbed. Deep inside her, a hunger burned that she desperately longed to sate. They would satisfy her, these two wonderful men. Perhaps just this once. She hated the self-absorption of it, longed to be able to give as much as she took from them. Yet she didn’t have it in her to deny herself supreme satisfaction in the arms of the two men she adored.
Shivering, she climbed onto Jon and sank down on his pulsing cock. “Ah.” She closed her eyes as the sigh escaped her throat.
Jon cupped her full breasts. “I love these, Eve. So pretty. The best in the world.”
He tugged at her nipples and they hardened into sleek berries. She rose and sank down again, let his hardness fill her heart.
“That’s it, baby,” Brian said, his voice deep and husky, “ride his cock. Fuck her good, Jon. Get her all hot, and then I’m going to slide my hard cock up her ass.”
Jon thrust his hips upward and his wiry dark hair grazed her clit. Eve shuddered. Sparks ignited across her skin.
“Show him your flutter, sweetheart.” Brian was behind her now, his hard chest brushing her back. “Dance for Jonny.”
Eve obeyed. She constricted her diaphragm and fluttered, in rhythm with her heartbeat.
“That’s beautiful, honey.” Jon let out a sigh. “I can feel your muscles, Eve, when you flutter like that, I can feel it on my cock.”
“Isn’t that awesome?” Brian said, as he worked one finger and then another into her anus. “Man, you’re tight. I can’t wait to slide into your heat. But first…” He withdrew from her tightness.
Eve let out a sigh of loss. “Bri?”
“Turn her over, Jonny. I want to watch you fuck her hard.”
Jon twisted beneath her. “Damn, Bri, when you said that, I almost came.”
“No. No coming yet. Not until I say, you understand?”
Jon nodded.
Fingers of pleasure slid over Eve. They were perfect together. One in command, one willing to obey. And it all made her so hot she was ready to detonate. Her entire body throbbed, forcing all the ecstasy straight to her pussy. Strong hands forced her to her back.
Jon, all beautiful strength and muscle, hovered over her, waiting.
