Love Under Three Titans

by Cara Covington

  It had been a piece of information Frank didn’t need to know, and considering Wakefield got the drop on him—an embarrassing turn of events and one that could potentially have been fatal had Wakefield not been one of the good guys—one Connor would just as soon keep to himself.

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  Richard stopped beside the bed and let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. Even so, Maggie didn’t release him. Her arms still snug around his neck, she reveled in the hard masculine shape of him pressed tight against her body.

  With his gaze locked on hers, his hands cupped the globes of her ass and squeezed. His aroused cock pressed against her stomach, and a zing of pure delight shivered through her. Need, hot and immediate, flooded her, and she responded to it by stretching up and laying her mouth on his.

  Wonderfully wet, silkily sexy, Richard’s tongue swept against her tongue and across her teeth. He more than tasted her, he drank her. Maggie knew one moment of wishing he could consume her completely so that they could be fused from two into one.

  The heat of him warmed her to her soul. Her arousal climbed, becoming a fine sheen of sensation that covered every inch of her flesh. Her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched. She felt her juices begin to flow, making her panties damp.

  He moved his hands up her back to her shoulders and then up her neck to finally and gently cup her face. The long, nearly drugging kiss became tiny sips of her lips, cheeks, and chin. When he nuzzled her neck, she sensed a man on her left. Richard’s hands moved down and began to open the buttons of her blouse. When he started to kiss his way down her chest, Trevor combed his fingers through her hair, tilted her head toward him, and kissed her.

  Hot and carnal, his mouth opened over hers, a shimmery, satiny slide of lips and tongue. His flavor enticed her, and his heat cocooned her. Maggie felt the chill of air caressing her lace-covered breasts, and the stroke of Richard’s hands on her. Trevor’s body, strong and muscled, braced her, and Maggie let herself go, let herself simply celebrate the moment.

  Her tongue danced with Trevor’s, lapping his essence so she could swallow him, as she reached out with her right hand, blindly, craving, seeking.

  Her hand met another, and their fingers entwined. Lips kissed the back of her hand, a tender and achingly quaint caress. And then Kevin stepped in, stepped close, so that she could take his warmth into her, too.

  Trevor released her lips to nuzzle her ear. Maggie turned her head and found Kevin’s mouth, and he opened to her, clearly hungry for the taste of her. Their tongues slid from a sexy salsa to a torrid tango even as the deep, masculine murmurs of Richard and Trevor soothed and seduced her.

  They eased her blouse from her body and her inhibitions from her soul.

  Fingers traced the clasp of her bra, opening it so that her breasts spilled out into warm and waiting hands.

  “Oh God, yes.” Maggie had never felt anything as wickedly delicious as the sensation of so many hands on her flesh, petting, plumping, and pinching. Her arousal soared, the tingling, thrilling awakening morphing into a biting, famished need. The heat of their palms, masculine and sure, stroked her skin and stoked her fires, and Maggie whimpered in appreciative pleasure.

  Hands moved, gathered at the front of her jeans, to pop the snap and slide the zipper down. Then the touch of those same two hands, at her waist, sliding under the denim, notched her excitement even higher. Denim and silk were swept down toward the floor.

  “Here, love. Step out.”

  Maggie responded to Richard’s words, lifting one leg and then the other. She stood amid the three of them, totally naked and completely needy.

  She wanted to taste Richard again but could do little more than moan. Then she felt his lips on her stomach as he worked his way up her body. He cupped her face in a gesture she adored as uniquely his, and kissed her.

  Her tongue rejoiced in the taste of him, as if she had only a few moments to grab all she could of his essence. He pulled her closer, and Maggie shivered at the sensation of her bare breasts rubbing against his cotton shirt and her naked pussy pressing against the hardened cock the denim of his clothing kept from her.

  She felt the movements on either side of her and understood in the very core of her being what those movements meant. Two of her lovers were hurriedly taking their clothes off.

  Richard’s mouth released hers and he stepped back, his gaze locked on hers as he licked his lips.

  Trevor and Kevin enclosed her between them, and the heat of their naked flesh against hers made her close her eyes for a moment and moan in pure bliss.

  When she opened them again, Richard’s gaze was still locked on her, ensnaring hers as he very quickly tossed his clothes away.

  “I need you. I need you all so much.” Cold? No, she wasn’t a cold woman. Those insults, so stinging and never forgotten, evaporated as if they’d never been. She wasn’t cold. She burned.

  “You’ll have all of us, sweetheart.” Trevor stroked his hand down her body, lightly caressing her breasts, letting his fingers just tease through the short hair that shielded her cunt.

  Maggie moaned, unable to stop her hips from rolling to chase that fleeting touch.

  “Come here, baby. Come lie with us.” Kevin lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all and laid her on the bed. He sprawled beside her on her left, turned her head, and kissed her.

  Hotter, wetter, this kiss mimicked the carnal act of mating Maggie craved, and she took and gave in equal, greedy measure.

  Trevor snuggled in on her right, and she broke her kiss with Kevin and turned her head, seeking his lips and his taste.

  Hands petted her breasts and stroked down her stomach as she traded kisses with Trevor and Kevin. Maggie felt wild and wanton and more than a little naughty. Yet another sensation burst over her, one that eclipsed all the others.

  Maggie felt free. She felt free to give and take and enjoy. She felt free to love and laugh and live. Oh, God, how could she never have realized how entrapped she’d become? She’d never been free to truly make her own choices, to live her own life instead of the one set out for her by her mother.

  She’d never been free until now.

  Maggie moaned, closing her eyes to better focus on the pleasure as hands stroked breasts and plucked nipples, as fingers touched and teased her slit, as they brushed back and forth through her short curls, enticing her clit to quiver and tingle and reach up and out for the caress of a lover, any lover.

  Two strong male hands caressed the inside of her thighs and then spread her legs. Maggie opened her eyes when the bed dipped by her feet and a stream of warm breath caressed her wet and waiting feminine folds. She looked down and once more encountered Richard’s fierce gaze. Naked, his magnificent cock sheathed in a condom, he seemed poised to pounce, the ultimate hunter about to devour his prey.

  “I’ve known every time you’ve been aroused, love. I could smell it on you, this wonderful fragrance that is just Maggie. It feels like I have been craving the taste of your juices forever. Now I’m going to feast on you.”

  Richard set his mouth on her, lips open and wet and sliding as his tongue stroked and delved and drank. Maggie cried out, the pleasure so sharp, so intense, she didn’t know what to do with it. The sensation felt better than in her wildest imaginings, and Maggie could do nothing but push up, pressing her pussy closer to Richard’s mouth.

  Trevor and Kevin played with her nipples, pulling, pinching, and then, oh God, sucking them, first one, then the other into their hot, wet mouths.

  Lips and tongues sipped and lapped, fingers and hands cupped and caressed, as Maggie became the center of the most erotic of storms. She whimpered, helpless to even speak a single word as each new touch assailed her. Interspersed with the tactile treats, deep, sexy male rumbles—sounds of encouragement and approval and delight—wrapped her in a cocoon of caring, dipped her in a cauldron of carnality until her thinking woman hushed and her feral woman emerged, fierce, strong, and demanding.

  She shov
ed her cunt even closer to Richard’s wonderfully talented tongue as arousal soared and her climax teased, just out of reach. The snap and sizzle of unbridled horniness vibrated through her entire body, and she wanted, needed, to come.

  “Mm.” Richard’s utterance tantalized the already saturated flesh of her pussy, amplifying the sensation like an electric shock. Maggie cried out, a needy, begging kind of sound.

  “Oh, baby, look how beautiful you are. Come for us, Maggie. Give us your rapture.”

  Richard moved without taking his mouth from her cunt, and then he slid his fingers inside her pussy, moving them in and out at a fast and furious pace.

  “Yes!” Maggie arched off the bed as her climax exploded, as wave after wave of sheer rapturous pleasure drenched her over and over again. Nothing existed except for this bliss, and Maggie surrendered to it completely, unable to do anything but let it consume her.

  Just as the thrill began to ebb, Trevor and Kevin moved away from her. Richard moved, too. He crawled up her body and plunged his cock into her in one strong, steady thrust.

  “Oh!” The brush of his pubic hair against her clit, the girth of his cock pressing against the walls of her vaginal passage, catapulted her back to the stratosphere as ecstasy shimmered, coming closer, hotter and heavier than before.

  Maggie wrapped herself around Richard, arms and legs, and ground her hips against his, sharing in the dance, chasing Eros for all she was worth.

  She scented her juices on her lover’s face and knew he held back, out of courtesy or out of consideration she didn’t know and didn’t care. She wanted to taste him, taste them. She wanted it all, and so she stretched up, mouth open, to take what she desired.

  Richard kissed her, this kiss a total sharing, wilder and hotter than anything she’d ever experienced. She took and gave in total abandon, groaning as he slipped one hand under her ass to pull her closer to his thrusting cock.

  The friction of his groin against her clit pushed her over the edge once more. She yanked her lips from his because her cry of release would not be denied. Then she felt him stiffen above her and hold himself deep inside of her. The pulsing of his cock in her pussy told her he’d reached his climax. She couldn’t help but flex her inner muscles, use those muscles to ripple a greeting of appreciation, as her own orgasm ebbed into a slow, steady hum of arousal.

  Richard collapsed on her, his head bowed, perspiration covering his body in a light sheen. Together they struggled for breath. Maggie understood she hadn’t become deaf, as she’d feared, but that the blaze of bliss had only temporarily short-circuited all her other senses.

  “Christ, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Kevin’s declaration made her smile.

  “You don’t know the half of it.” Richard raised his head. His glittering gaze filled her with such feminine pride that her throat tightened.

  “Miss Maggie, you’ve wrecked me.” Then he smiled, kissed her lightly, and eased himself from her body.

  She wasn’t given even a moment to wonder at the mechanics or the protocol. The moment Richard stepped back from the bed, Kevin rolled himself on top of her. She felt his cock touch her pussy lips, and then he thrust into her, going balls-deep in one steady plunge.

  “Hello, baby.” He grinned.

  Maggie laughed. She never knew sex could be humorous. But that’s how it felt at the moment, and her amusement and laughter didn’t diminish her hunger for these men one bit.

  Need burned in her, need for more and different than she’d ever tasted. Trevor had edged just a bit closer on her right. Reaching down, her hand encircled his hot, hard cock.

  She’d felt the latex on Kevin before he’d impaled her. Realizing that Trevor’s cock was naked thrilled her at the same time it made her yearn for something new, a craving never before desired or indulged.

  She smiled back at Kevin and flexed her pelvic floor muscles, squeezing him with every bit of strength she had. His sharply indrawn breath pleased her immensely. “Hello yourself.”

  “You feel damn good around my cock, Maggie.”

  “Mm, your cock feels pretty damn good inside my pussy.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and rose up to receive his thrust.

  “I see a twinkle in your eye. What are you thinking?”

  A hell of a lot more than I want to say right now. No, she wouldn’t give voice to the dozens of thoughts circling in her mind or emotions filling her heart, but she’d state one thought and count herself a brazen hussy in the process.

  “I’m thinking I want to fuck you and suck Trevor’s cock at the same time.”

  “Now see how perfect you are for us, sweetheart?” Trevor kissed her cheek. “That’s exactly what we were going to suggest, ourselves.”

  Maggie’s slow smile felt sexy as sin. These men had uncovered the siren within her, and she’d be forever grateful for that fact, alone.

  Trevor thrust his cock into her hand, and she turned her head to encounter his gaze. His eyes fairly glittered with lust.

  “I want to taste each of you. I need—” How could she put into words what she needed? Until meeting these men, she’d never felt like a sensuous, desirable woman. Now she did, and the sensuality and sexuality within her bubbled to the surface, demanding to be unleashed.

  “We’ll give you what you need, all that you need, sweetheart. And you’ll take what we give you.”

  Maggie had never heard that commanding tone from Trevor, but oh, God, it did things to her she didn’t know were possible. She’d had two fabulous orgasms, yet her arousal spiked and cried out for satiation as if she hadn’t come in years.

  Before she could think any more, Kevin moved. He slipped out of her and got on his knees between her open thighs. Then he spread her legs even wider so that one leg draped each of his arms. Then he plunged his cock back into her, going impossibly deep, brushing her cervix.

  Trevor moved, too, sliding up the bed until his hard cock hovered so near her face she could smell him. He lay there so close she knew she could stretch out her tongue and taste him.

  So she did. Her gaze met his. She wanted to see his reaction.

  His eyes seemed to darken with lust. “Open your lips, Maggie. Suck my cock inside that hot little mouth of yours. Suck me off.”

  Maggie’s body obeyed before her mind even acknowledged the command. Opening wide, she felt Trevor’s hot, hard shaft slowly slide into her mouth. Suddenly ravenous for the taste of him, she closed her lips around him and sucked him deep.

  Salty and savory, this flavor shot straight to her pussy, making her clit quiver and her hips roll. She sucked on Trevor’s cock and felt an answering pulse of lust in her belly.

  Kevin pulled his cock out of her nearly all the way and then thrust into her again. “You look hot, baby, with Trey’s cock in your mouth. Christ, I’m so triggered from watching you it won’t take me long to come. I’m going to fuck you now. Hard and fast and deep.”

  The bed dipped. A brush of fingers down her arm told her Richard had returned. He stroked the top of her head, a gentle, comforting kind of caress that turned into a bracing hold as Trevor began to move in her mouth.

  He leaned close and licked the shell of her ear. “I’m going to love watching my brothers fuck you, love. I want to watch you find your pleasure. I want to watch you come.”

  Maggie wanted that, too. In fact, she more than wanted it, she needed it. She rolled her hips, her legs more firmly locked around Kevin’s hips than ever. She reached out, surprising a small curse out of Richard when she wrapped her hand around his semihard cock. Just a couple of firm caresses got rid of the “semi” part, and deep inside of her, where her feminine powers had finally and so recently awakened, they cheered in triumph.

  And then, using a rhythm as old as time, she began to pump and push and suck, her only desire to please these three lusty men.

  Chapter 11

  Trevor closed his eyes in absolute delight. Maggie’s hot, wet mouth surrounding his cock felt like heaven. Her tongue stroked his
shaft, her mouth drew on his cock as if it was a straw, and he knew if she kept it up, before long, she’d drink him.

  Eyes open, he looked down, the sight before him one he’d tried to envision in the past. Nothing his imagination had ever created matched the perfect simpatico of right here and right now.

  He reckoned it a unique moment. Maggie and both his brothers had their eyes closed, each of them clearly lost to the pleasure binding them, holding them all in thrall. Focusing on the tableau, he worked at holding off his orgasm. He craved as much of this anticipation as he could get.

  He’d always wondered if, when the time came, he’d feel jealousy toward his brothers. His fathers had said that when brothers share a woman, and it’s the right woman, it’s as if reality is different, as if the world is new again, and the joining more than sex. His fathers had always claimed that jealousy, quite simply, didn’t exist. Their love for their woman superseded all else.

  As a teen he’d figured the dads had just been saying that as a means of warning against random copulation. Now he knew their words for truth.

  Maggie opened her eyes and met his gaze.

  “You have a wonderful mouth, sweetheart. I’m close. Let go if you don’t want to swallow my cum.”

  He wouldn’t blame her, of course. Given the way she’d been treated before she became theirs, how could he expect her to be anything but hesitant in this most unselfish of female acts?

  Maggie’s response filled his heart and humbled his soul. She reached up with her free hand and cupped his balls, squeezing gently.

  Her message to him said, clearly, give me all of you. He couldn’t deny her. Trevor shivered as his arousal spiked. “Mm, sweetheart. Yes.” He gave up trying to control this rapturous experience. The scent of sex filled him, the sounds of sex—Maggie’s tiny mews and moans that vibrated up his shaft and felt so fucking good—made for music more seductive than the most soulful, sultry jazz.

  Even the sounds of his brothers’ pleasure in their woman, a deep, rumbling, a capella opus of enraptured groans and moans added to this symphony as he felt his climax begin to gather.