A Perfect Fit For Three

by A Perfect Fit for Three (lit)

  “Oh, fuck, Lena, your mouth. I’m gonna fuckin’ come if you keep working it like that.” Wes’s grip tightened around her head and forced her mouth to take in more and more of his cock. Suddenly and inexplicably, Wes pulled away. Startled at the unexpected void between her lips, Lena looked up. Wes eyed Brock, silently communicating something in a way Lena imagined only close siblings could, and they switched places.

  “Flip over and sit up, sugar.”

  Wes headed to the end of the table, running his hands up and down the curves of her calves and thighs. She sat up as directed and then felt Brock’s naked torso pressing into her back.

  “Lift your butt up, baby girl.” Brock lifted her up and gently set her down so that she rested on his thick, rock-hard thighs and his cock, wedged snugly between her ass cheeks.

  Lena shuddered at the erotic sensation. She rocked herself back and forth as the hard shaft slid along her crack. Then Brock’s hands groped her breasts and pulled her into his chest so she could lean comfortably against him. Brock inched her body to the edge of the table as his legs straddled the sides.

  Wes met her at the end of the table. He spread her legs apart and slowly dipped the head of his cock into her gushing well. At that moment, she was grateful Brock, a responsible doctor, made them have the safe-sex talk, ensuring they were all tested and Lena was on the pill. She wanted to feel every part of Wes’s beautiful cock, and nothing but his cock, inside of her. Wes let his manhood get slippery wet with Lena’s juices before plunging it deeply into her hungry cunt.

  Lena’s eyes shot open at his unimaginable thickness impaling her, stroke after stroke. She moaned as Brock continued to tweak her nipples and massage her sensitive breasts. He kissed the side of her face and neck, nibbling and nipping every reachable surface of her skin. Lena stretched her hands back and fisted Brock’s thick hair, pulling his face deeper into hers. He leaned in, completely pressed against her, and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Lena squealed and pulled his face even deeper with one hand while the other clutched Brock’s hand, which had found its way to her clit.

  Lena tensed as drops of liquid splashed down her chest and between her breasts. Above her, Brock held up the bottle of Syrah that Wes previously introduced her to. Now it was introduced to her again, but this time, instead of between her lips, the liquid dribbled onto her breasts. A dark purple drop surrounded her nipples, and they peaked firmly, the areolas tightening around them.

  Brock reached down and tweaked her nipples. Then he put his fingers into her mouth, and she could tasted the combination of her skin mingled with wine. She sucked on his thumb and the sensation made her pussy pulse, bathing Wes’s gorgeous cock in more of her juices. Brock dipped his finger onto her soaked body again, but this time he put it in his own mouth.

  “Oh, woman, you taste so good,” Brock breathed into her ear. “Wes, you have to try our woman. I bet it tastes even better mixed with her pussy juices.” Brock lifted the bottle and again poured some down her body.

  Wes leaned down as the wine flowed down her torso, welled in her navel, and then wetted her pussy curls. A hissed breath escaped from Lena’s lips as she watched him put his mouth against her skin, tasting her. Then he ran his fingers along her labia as he continued to thrust his hard cock into her. Putting his fingers into his mouth, Wes closed his eyes and moaned as if he savored the combination of the wine and her nectar like a gourmet meal.

  “Mmm, sweetheart, I could drink your juices all day.” Wes eyed her hungrily. “Sugar, you could quench any man’s thirst.” His words, spoken in his seductive, lust-filled drawl fired up Lena’s core even more. She couldn’t believe the sensations from these two men.

  With each thrust of Wes’s cock into her wet canal, Lena felt her ass cheeks glide across Brock’s dick, so that every cock in the room would be stroked toward an ecstatic finale.

  “Damn, Lena, your pussy feels so good. Brock, she is so tight, you wouldn’t believe,” Wes grunted out while he pushed and pulled his rod inside her over and over again.

  “Oh, I believe it, Wes,” Brock mumbled between kisses. “Her ass feels incredible and my dick’s not even inside of it yet.”

  Yet.

  Lena hadn’t anticipated anyone ever going through her back door. What was once unthinkable to her, she suddenly found herself considering. But this was no time for deep thoughts. She was getting her brains fucked out. She wanted to savor every second and concentrated on the friction between their three bodies.

  Lena felt her face flush and the room started to go fuzzy as her other senses became overloaded by the physical touches exploring her body. Warmth radiated from her clit as Brock continued his expert technique and Lena momentarily wondered if this was part of his medical training. He was just so damn good.

  Wes’s dick continued to pound her and the thick head of his penis rubbed against her juicy walls and that magical spot inside her pussy.

  “I think I’m gonna come,” Lena cried as her fingers gripped anything they could get a hold of. She felt frantic and even though she enjoyed Brock’s punishment, she felt a need to please him and do his bidding. “Brock, please,” Lena pleaded. “Please, let me come.”

  Brock nicked the tip of her fleshy earlobe between his teeth, which only made her even closer to coming.

  The little devil!

  “You want to come, baby?” Brock cooed. “You want to come bad?”

  “Yes, Brock, yes, very, very bad.” Lena teetered near her breaking point.

  “Okay, baby girl. Because this is our first night together, I’m gonna make it easy on you. You can come.” Brock then gave her clit one final swirl and Lena was gone.

  Lena bit out a stream of curse words as her orgasm surprised her, coming in massive wave after wave, licking her entire body in a euphoric feeling that she knew would drive her mad if it continued for too long.

  “Good God, she’s coming. Brock, her pussy is clampin’ down on me so hard, like she’s milking me. Oh, brother, you are gonna like this sweet…little…pussy…” With a final thrust that plunged deeper into Lena’s depths than any that came before, Wes climaxed, shooting streams of his seed inside her. She could feel it flooding her with its warmth. It turned her on so much, she came again, her body bucking against Brock’s hard anatomy.

  Then she heard a loud groan beside her ear and felt a pool of wetness shooting between her ass cheeks. Underneath her, Brock’s body stiffened, shuddered, and then completely relaxed.

  Wes climbed up the table and smothered Lena’s body in an embrace, sandwiching her with his brother. She had never felt so safe and cozy in her entire life. She felt at home.

  Home!

  “Shit, guys, the bed and breakfast. What time is it? How long have we been gone?” Lena felt a wave of guilt wash over her as Brock looked down at his watch.

  “Christ, we’ve been gone for hours. Wes, get your ass up.” Brock swatted his brother’s back.

  “Fine, fine, I’m getting up. So much for the afterglow.” Wes wearily picked himself up, got a clean washcloth, soaked it with warm water, and wiped Lena’s entire sticky body down before he got dressed. It was such a simple gesture, but it touched Lena deeply. This whole relationship felt a bit crazy for her, but she realized she really cared for these guys. She decided she’d continue to go with the flow, just as Edie encouraged her to, until something told her otherwise.

  * * * *

  “Where the hell have you been?” Edie asked Lena as she opened the door to the B&B while Brock and Wes packed up all the catering equipment.

  Obviously irritated, Edie balled her hands into tight fists on her hips. She looked a little frazzled.

  Lena stood speechless. She felt terrible for upsetting her friend but she found it impossible to suppress the silly expression on her face. Lena just shrugged her shoulders and started working on cleaning up the kitchen.

  “So, do I even need to ask what you’ve been doing, God knows where, for the past three hours?”

  Lena knew Edie
wouldn’t let the issue go so easily. She looked up from the pile of dirty dishes in the large, country-style sink and unintentionally made eye contact with her best friend. She knew at that moment, Edie read her face like a diary.

  “My oh my, you dirty bird.” Edie smiled and walked over to Lena, poking her in the arm. “You’ve been with those Stone brothers. And by ‘with’ I mean ‘fucking.’ Go on, admit it.”

  “Um…where’d Margarite and the twins go?” Lena desperately wanted to change the subject if only to prolong Edie’s torture.

  “Changing the subject again, eh? This must be good.” A devilish grin graced Edie’s face. “But to answer your question, I sent them home when all the guests left, didn’t think they needed to do any more cleaning considering how much work they did during the party. Little did I know you, Brock, and Wes would be ditching.”

  “I’m sorry, Edie, I really am. I didn’t think we’d be gone that long and I didn’t know it’d get so…so out of hand.”

  Edie leaned in and Lena cringed away, not wanting to know what kind of hot mess she must have looked like.

  “Girl, is that dried mud in your hair? Tell me more about this ‘out of hand’ business.”

  Lena felt her cheeks warm up. “Actually, it’s clay, ‘cause, you know, Wes does pottery so he wanted to show me his work—”

  “And by ‘work’ you mean ‘cock,’ right?” Edie teased, raising her eyebrows and pantomiming wiggling a cigar in front of her face a la Groucho Marx. Lena laughed and then instantly hushed when she saw Mara leaving the kitchen with a glass of water in her hand. She didn’t look pleased.

  “Goodnight, Mara,” both girls chimed in unison before bursting into another fit of laughter.

  “Okay, Edie, enough! All those naughty thoughts that I can see rolling around your head, well…”

  “It’s exactly what I think, isn’t it,” Edie finished.

  Lena nodded. She then proceeded to spill her guts to her best friend, sparing only the most intimate of details she shared with her two men that evening. When Brock and Wes walked in to say goodnight, Lena could only giggle a response with Edie’s bubbling laughter mingling with her own.

  Chapter 6

  Lena bounded down the stairs to the kitchen feeling like a new woman. She could smell the devastating aroma of Edie’s organic, fair-trade, medium roast coffee combined with her famous sour cream and blueberry muffins, also organic, of course.

  “Good morning, Edie.”

  Lena poured herself a piping hot cup of coffee and took a bite out of the freshly baked muffin. She felt incredibly hungry that morning and then remembered her romp the night before. She smiled to herself.

  “Mornin’, sunshine. You sore?” Edie goaded.

  Lena rolled her eyes and continued stuffing her face. Then she spied a magnificent-looking pie studded with caramel-colored nuggets of deliciousness cooling on the counter.

  “Did you make this?”

  “No, Mara baked it really early this morning. She pulled it out of the oven as I was coming down.”

  “So where is Mara anyway?”

  “She checked out after baking the pie but said we might see her again soon.” Edie leaned over the counter and deeply inhaled the pie’s sweet aroma. “It’s some kind of nut pie with pecans, peanuts, walnuts. Anyway, she says it’s her specialty and wanted to make it to thank us for our hospitality. Sweet lady, huh?”

  “Yeah, that is sweet, though to be honest,” Lena lowered her voice to a hush, “she kinda gives me the creeps.”

  “I could see that. She is a giant, which you don’t see every day, but that pie looks damn good.” Edie grabbed a knife, cut two slices, and served one to each of them.

  “Let’s just enjoy her gratitude,” Edie said with a mouthful of pie. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned. “Oh. My. God. This pie. It’s better than sex. Well, maybe not the kind of sex you’ve been having lately, but wow.”

  Lena also took a bite and had to agree. The pie tasted amazing, but did pale in comparison to the sex she had last night. She couldn’t imagine anything being better than her time with Brock and Wes. If she ever enjoyed more pleasure than that in her life, she’d die a happy woman.

  “I’ve never tasted anything like this before.” Edie finished off the last bite and took a sip of her coffee.

  “Me neither. I’ve never eaten so many nuts at one time. For some reason, Margot just never kept them around.” Lena paused, knowing what was about to come next.

  “I dunno, Lena. After what you told me last night, I find it hard to believe that you haven’t had a whole mess of nuts in your mouth recently.” Edie burst out laughing.

  “Har, har, har,” Lena said sarcastically. “You’re hilarious.”

  “I know, and that’s why you like me so much.” Edie gave Lena a quick one-armed hug and put their empty plates into the sink. “Okay, I’m gonna go out back and do some Tai Chi and try to mellow through all the sugar I just consumed. Care to join me?”

  “I think I’ll pass. I prefer to sit through the sugar rollercoaster. Besides, I’ve got this whole stack of mail and paperwork to go through before the guys come over to grab the rest of the catering stuff they left behind.”

  “Suit yourself. You know where I’ll be if you need me.”

  Lena went to her office and turned her attention to the stack of mail that piled up while they all focused on the party preparations.

  Now she needed to return to the daily grind. As she opened up a small letter addressed specifically to her, Lena suddenly felt lethargic and her throat started to itch. She cleared her throat and read the typed letter:

  Lena—You filthy whore. What you’re doing with those men is sinful and disgusting. They don’t really love you. Your dead parents would be ashamed if they knew and there will be a reckoning. You will always be ALONE.

  An icy chill skated down her spine. She couldn’t understand who would write such terrible things to her and how they could possibly think they knew how her men felt about her.

  Lena didn’t have long to ponder the letter, however, because at that moment something more terrifying was happening to her body. The letter slipped out of her hands and fell to the ground with the rest of the letters she held as she clutched her throat. It started closing up, making it difficult to breathe. Lena tried to get to the back door to call out to Edie, but no sound came out of her mouth as she tried to speak. Instead, she just collapsed to the ground and her world went dark.

  * * * *

  “Lena, hello? Where are you, beautiful?” Brock walked into the B&B and looked around for the sexy woman he couldn’t get out of his thoughts. “Are you hiding? Jeez, Wes, she knew we were coming over. Where the hell is she?” It slightly stung that his woman didn’t seem to be as enthusiastic to reunite as he was.

  “Shit, Brock. Look.” All the color drained from Wes’s face as Brock’s gaze followed where he pointed and saw Lena crumpled on the ground, her lips a sickening shade of blue.

  “Oh my God, Lena!” Brock ran over, kneeled beside her, and cradled her limp head in his lap. “I think she’s in shock. Wes, go to my truck and grab an EpiPen from my medical bag. Hurry! We don’t have much time.”

  Brock opened her airway with his fingers and made sure it wasn’t blocked with a foreign object and then started CPR. With each chest compression against her small body, Brock’s world spiraled more and more into darkness. He couldn’t imagine a life without her. Lena was his everything.

  He stopped the compressions and leaned down, covering his mouth over hers, but instead of ravaging it as he planned earlier that day, he tried to breathe life into her. Her chest rose with each of his breaths, but she still lay passively. Burning tears rimmed his eyes, but Brock forced them back. He needed to be strong and in control for Lena, for Wes, and for himself.

  After what seemed like an eternity, Wes ran in and quickly handed Brock the epinephrine auto-injector. In one smooth movement, Brock took the cap off and then stabbed Lena in the thi
gh with it.

  “Brock, is she gonna be okay? Jesus, she looks horrible. Can she even breathe?” A silent tear rolled down his brother’s face.

  Brock hated to see Wes hurting, but at that moment, Lena hurt even more. He focused all his attention on saving her.

  “She’s barely breathing but the epinephrine will help. Take my keys. We need to get her to the hospital, fast. I’ll sit with her in the truck bed and try to stabilize her on the way.” Brock put his right arm under her neck, his left arm under the crook of her knees, and easily lifted her to his chest. The limpness of her body made his heart crumble in a million pieces.

  When he got to the truck, he laid her down and continued giving her CPR, alternately pumping her chest and blowing air into her lungs, trying to buy them as much time as possible before they got to the hospital.

  Luckily, with the way Wes drove, they’d certainly get there in record time. He just hoped it would be fast enough.

  Please be okay, baby. I love you so much, you have no idea and I need you to know that, so please, please be okay.

  Brock gave a silent prayer that his precious Lena would wake up again.

  * * * *

  Lena blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, which illuminated completely unfamiliar surroundings. A plastic oxygen mask covered her face and an IV drip extended from her arm.

  As her vision finally focused, she realized she was probably in the hospital, but she didn’t have a clue as to how she got there. She looked down and saw Wes’s forehead leaning against the bedrail while he held her left hand. Lena reached up with her other hand and pulled the mask off her face, tucking it under her chin.

  “Wes,” she managed to wheeze out, “what happened?”

  Wes looked up and a weary smile spread across his face. The ruddiness of his complexion told her he’d been crying.