by Tara Rose
They stopped, and helped her sit up. Trent held another bottle of water to her lips while Wyatt gathered her in his arms and stroked her hair and back. “I am so proud of you. Do you realize how many strikes you took?”
She shook her head.
“I’m not sure I should tell you.” Wyatt kissed her neck until she began to squirm against him, all hot and bothered again within seconds, but all he did was hand her off to Trent who cradled her on his lap as well.
“I’ll tell her.” Trent stroked her hair and back, and then whispered in her ear, “You took fifty from each of us.”
“You’re kidding.”
Trent laughed and held her closer. “No, I’m not.” He gently laid her on her back and gazed down into her face with so much pride and lust that Ria wasn’t sure how to react. So many emotions bubbled up, all competing for attention at the same time. Wyatt crossed the room and opened a dresser drawer, and when he returned to the bed, he carried condom packages and a bottle of lube.
She smiled and wrapped her arms and legs around Trent’s warm, muscled body. He kissed her, moving his lips and tongue over hers in practiced precision, slowly, as though he were in no hurry at all. She moaned and cried out in frustration as he released her mouth and began a torturous descent with his tongue over her collarbones, across both breasts, over her abdomen, and then back up again. “Someone is impatient.”
“Yes, Sir. I am.”
Wyatt tossed a condom at him. “Well so am I. Fuck her already. Or get off her so I can.”
Ria giggled as Wyatt sheathed his dick in a condom. Trent sighed, sat back on his heels, and did the same. “Fine. If that’s really what you both want me to do.”
He smiled into her eyes as he slid his cock into her pussy, rubbing her clit the entire time, and by the time he was all the way in, another intense climax was building. She had no clue if she needed to ask permission to come a second time, but right now she couldn’t even think let alone form a coherent question.
As Trent fucked her, Wyatt played with her breasts, and soon Ria tossed her head back and forth as wave after wave of desire coursed through her body. Sex had never been like this. Not even close. This was heady, and sweet, and her arms were actually sore from clutching Trent’s body.
He pulled out before he came, and Wyatt took his place. As he slid his dick into her, he massaged her clit, watching her face the entire time. “You feel incredible. Are you ready to come again?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Please tell me I can.”
He cut his gaze toward Trent, who stroked the sides of her breasts tenderly. Trent nodded. “Go for it.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Ria closed her eyes and let the contractions take over. Wyatt fucked her faster as she started to come, but he didn’t finish either. He pulled out and Trent took his place, then Wyatt kissed her deeply as the climax washed over her. Ria clung to both of them as she rode the waves, knowing that no matter what happened after tonight, her life would never be the same again.
When Trent pulled out again, they asked her to lie on her stomach. “We won’t hurt you. And you can safeword out of this if you want, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” She knew what they were going to do, but she wasn’t afraid. She wanted this. He filled her asshole with lube, first using one finger, then two, and he was so careful and gentle that there was no pain. Only a delicious sense of peace and fullness that had her moaning softly by the time she felt the head of his sheathed dick tease the opening.
Trent slid his cock into her ass carefully, while Wyatt stroked her hair and whispered words of encouragement the entire time. Ria nearly cried again at the tenderness and care both men were showing. Trent’s groans became more urgent, and his thrusting quicker, until finally he cried out and she knew he’d come.
When he pulled out, Wyatt repeated the lube first with his fingers, and then he slid his dick inside her ass. He fucked her a bit rougher than Trent had done, but it still felt incredible and Ria couldn’t do anything except enjoy it. When he came, he kissed both sore ass cheeks, then her back, and then he pulled out and kissed her mouth like one would kiss a cherished lover.
The men each used the bathroom, then she did, and when she returned to the bed, they pulled her close and took turns holding her and stroking her back until she drifted off to sleep, totally sated, and happier than she could ever remember being.
Was this how all of them felt? Kari, Alexa, Julie, Annalise, Marisol, Cherilyn, Gina, and Olivia? She wanted what they each had. She knew that now. She’d always known it, somewhere deep inside, but she’d never had the courage to seek it out.
Was it even possible for her? Was this night the beginning of those wishes coming true? Ria wasn’t sure, but right now, cradled against both Wyatt’s and Trent’s warm, sexy bodies, she could pretend that she was already their lover and their sub. She could pretend that her fondest wishes had already come true.
Chapter Seventeen
Trent woke up and couldn’t remember where he was, then memories from a few hours ago came tumbling back, and his dick began to get hard within seconds. He was in Wyatt’s bed, and sleeping between them was the beautiful Ria. He crawled out of bed and peed before his hard-on prevented that need, then climbed back in next to her and watched her chest rise and fall.
He could hardly believe everything they’d done to her, but more amazing than that was her response. How long had she been harboring these fantasies?
He hadn’t known how he’d react watching Wyatt fuck her, but it had been such a crazy turn-on, and that surprised him. Apparently watching your twin make love to another woman, when you were in the mix consensually, wasn’t the same thing as walking in on your sub having sex with two men that you hadn’t given your permission for her to fuck.
Trent shook his head to clear the memories. Ria wasn’t Deanna, and Wyatt wasn’t the two whose names he refused to acknowledge out loud, or even in his own thoughts. That part of his life was over. He had no idea what was going to happen now, but he sure hoped it included more of what they’d done together, because he was smitten. And now that he’d made love to her, there was no way he was going to be able to walk away from Ria. He knew that as surely as he knew that all he wanted to do was make love to her again, right now.
She smelled like sex. They all did. But he didn’t mind that as he kissed her hair, then her neck. She’d liked that earlier. Would it be enough to wake her up now? When he licked her nipples, alternating, she moaned softly in her sleep. Would Wyatt wake up? He slept like the dead, so probably not. Maybe he should take Ria into his room? Would Wyatt be upset by that? They hadn’t really talked this through, or decided who would do what with her, and when. And since he’d never shared a woman with anyone, he had no clue what proper protocol was.
But all thoughts of unspoken protocol were pushed aside for the moment when she rolled over and smiled at him. There was just enough light from the street lamps to see the expression on her face. The candles had all burned out, but Wyatt hadn’t closed the drapes.
“I thought I was dreaming,” she whispered.
He brushed a finger along her face. “I thought this whole night was a dream.”
“Should we wake up your brother?”
He shook his head, then climbed out of bed and crooked his finger at her. She followed without making a sound, and when they reached his room across the hall, Trent closed the door and turned on the small lamp on his dresser. “Are you okay with this?”
“It’s not my decision, is it?”
“Sure it is. I mean, I don’t know. Wyatt and I didn’t get this far when we talked.”
She watched him for a few minutes, as if trying to make up her mind about something. “It’s your call, Sir. I don’t know either of you as well as you know each other.”
“I don’t know what he’d think of this. All I do know is that I want to make love to you again.”
He watched her eyes go all soft, which made his dick even harder, and th
en she moved closer to him and kissed him. As her lips and tongue moved over his, he stopped worrying about what Wyatt might or might not say, and instead he tangled his fingers in Ria’s hair and pulled her body against his.
Her soft moans drove him to distraction. The woman was not only an incredible kisser, but she enjoyed sex so much it was almost unbelievable. Now he knew why Deanna had never seemed to enjoy that part with him as much as she did the play. She was too busy fucking other men. Trent pushed away thoughts of Deanna again as he took Ria’s hand and led her into the bathroom.
He turned on the water and stepped inside, pulling her close again to kiss her. The warm water washed away his cares and worries, and there was only Ria, her lush body, and the taste of her mouth on his. He released her mouth to trail kisses down her neck, and was rewarded with her hand encircling his cock. “Oh God, that feels so fucking good.”
“So does that,” she said, arching her head back so he could reach her tits as well as her neck now. She pulled on his dick as he sucked and gently bit her nipples. Her soft moans became loud cries, and Trent wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.
She massaged his balls with her other hand, and he cried out as his climax began to build. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d jerk him off with her hands. He backed her up against the wall and shoved a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit and her soaking wet pussy. He’d never seen a woman get so wet, so quickly. She was so damn exciting and fun. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Oh, God…yes, Sir.”
“Ask me then.” It gave him such a rush to hear her call him ‘Sir’ and to command her. She seemed to love it, and he hadn’t expected that from her. Where had she been hiding this part of herself? Did anyone else in Racy besides Wyatt know this side of Ria?
“Fuck me, Sir. Please. Make love to me.” She looked into his eyes, and Trent’s heart gave a weird lurch. This girl would be his undoing if he wasn’t careful. “Make love to me.” Her voice was soft, sexy, almost reverent. He couldn’t stop staring into her eyes. He’d known her his entire life, and never had he imagined it would be like this to hold her or touch her.
He picked her up and backed her against the wall, planted his feet, and shoved his dick into her pussy. She had said she was on the pill, right? Yes. She had said that, but it was difficult to pull the memory out right now. He couldn’t think. All that mattered was how his cock felt inside her tight, hot, wet pussy.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and clutched at his skin as he pounded into her like a runaway train. When her orgasm crashed over them both, his let go as well, and pinned her there against the shower wall until he couldn’t squeeze out one more drop of cum.
When he placed her back on her feet, her entire body trembled. He pulled her close and kissed her, stroking her hair and back as he guided them both back under the warm spray. He had no idea how long they stayed there, just holding each other, but when the water began to cool, the fog lifted from his brain.
He turned off the water, dried her with a towel as though she were a child, and then led her back to Wyatt’s room. He didn’t want his twin to wake up and find them both gone. In the morning, he’d tell Wyatt what had happened, and then they’d figure out how this was going to work. Because Trent was head over heels for this girl, and he had to have her. He’d gladly share her with Wyatt, as long as he was in the mix somehow.
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Wyatt woke up to the sound of birds singing, but when he opened his eyes, the light in the room was still soft. He’d forgotten to close the drapes, not that it mattered. This side of the condo faced the woods, and right now he didn’t care if someone had been sitting in a tree with binoculars, watching them last night. He was proud of what they’d done. He wanted to ride through the streets of Racy with a bullhorn, letting everyone know what had happened.
Ria was asleep, and next to her Trent lay on his back, snoring softly. The entire room smelled like sex. The urge to wake her up and fuck her again was strong, but so was his need for coffee. They had all day with her, and tonight. He crawled out of bed and took care of business, then went downstairs and started the coffee. He was rummaging in the fridge, trying to decide if he should make them all breakfast or put on some clothes and drive to Nan’s Place or Have Some Coffee on Riverside for takeout, when he heard movement.
“Hey. Need any help?”
“Did I wake you?”
Trent shook his head. “No. Ria’s still asleep, though.”
Wyatt poured a cup of coffee. “Should we make breakfast, or buy it?”
I’m fine either way. Look, I have to tell you something.”
Wyatt turned to face him. “What is it?”
“Last night, a couple of hours after we fell asleep, I woke up and so did Ria. I took a shower with her, and we had sex in there.”
“And I slept through the whole thing?” It was a silly question. Wyatt knew he’d sleep through a tornado.
“We were quiet.”
A pang of jealousy tried to force its way in, but Wyatt tamped it down. Trent would never screw him, and considering his history, he probably felt very guilty about what had happened. “So what should we do? How do you want to work this?”
Trent poured himself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the counter, where Wyatt then joined him. “I was hoping to talk to you about that this morning.”
“I have no clue how to do this. We should ask the others.”
Trent nodded. “I was thinking the same thing, but how do we do that? I mean, if we do, we’ll have to tell them about us and her.”
Wyatt glanced toward the stairs, and then lowered his voice. “Are you worried about their reaction?”
“A bit.”
“Fuck them. Seriously. It’s really not their business, you know. And she made a huge leap yesterday by apologizing to Marisol. Before this day is done, all of them will know that.”
“Okay. So, what do we do? Who should we ask for advice? Which pair of Doms is least likely to give us shit for this?”
Wyatt sipped his coffee and thought for a second. There were eight triads in Racy, and while Wyatt knew all the Doms equally well, he felt closest to Sean and Maddox. He was also good friends with Rafe, but he didn’t think talking to Rafe or Ellis right now was the best idea. No doubt Marisol had told Rafe by now what his sister had done, but Wyatt imagined the three would still need time to accept this and come to terms with how they felt about Ria. “I’ll call Sean and Maddox later. Maybe we should invite them and Julie over for dinner? Or meet them someplace tonight?”
Trent’s eyes brightened. “You know, that’s a really great idea. Why don’t we all go to Gino’s? Then Ria would be seen out with us, and with others in the community.”
Wyatt nodded. “I like it. It’s a fabulous idea.” He glanced around for his phone, but he must have left it upstairs. Trent had his, so Wyatt called Sean and found out that he was off that night. He outlined his plan, and Sean said he’d talk to Maddox and Julie and let him know what they thought.
“As for advice on how to share her, all I can tell you is that it wasn’t easy for me and Maddox at first. You know we’d had a falling out and weren’t friends for years, so we first had to get over that. But in the end, we did this because it was what Julie wanted, and both of us only wanted to see her happy. If you keep that in mind, you’ll be fine. Make sure it’s what Ria wants, and keep the lines of communication open. That’s the key to making something like this work.”
“Thanks, Sean. Hope to see you three later.”
“I’m sure you will. Julie will be up for work in few minutes, and I’ll talk to them both and call you back. You want me to call you or Trent, since this is his number?”
“Call this one. My phone is still upstairs.”
After Wyatt ended the call, he glanced at Trent. “So, breakfast. What do you want to do?”
“Let’s make it for her.”
He laughed. “Isn’t our sub supposed to do that for us?”
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“Well, yes, but we have to ease her into this.” Trent slid off his stool and began to pull things out of the fridge. “We did a lot to her last night.”
“Okay. But just so she knows not to expect this all the time. And, just so you know, I get some alone time with her as well.” He hadn’t meant to say it. The words had just come out.
Trent turned around, his face full of guilt. “Let’s talk about that right now, okay? Seriously. I don’t know what I’m doing here, and I don’t want anything to come between us. You’re my brother. You mean the world to me.”
“I feel the same way about you.”
“Then shit. How are we going to make this work?”
“It’s okay, man. Relax. Sit down. Let’s talk. You said she’s still sleeping. Breakfast can wait a few minutes.”
He did, and then Wyatt filled their cups again. “Does she drink this? We should save her some, just in case.”
“I think she does.”
Wyatt took a fresh sip then took a deep breath. “Okay. I guess we need to decide if we each get alone time with her, and how that will work. Do we keep track of it, do we just let the moment dictate it? How do we keep it fair?”
“I don’t know. Should we put a calendar on the wall?”
Wyatt laughed. “Yeah. Right. Can you imagine?”
“Personally, I’m fine with not keeping score.”
“Are you sure? I mean, this has more of an impact on you than me.”
“It has an impact on both of us. We’re both horribly jealous, and this could get out of hand quickly if we’re not careful.”
Wyatt nodded. He had that part right. “Okay. If we’re not going to keep score, then that’s cool. But do we tell the other about the times we’re alone with her for sex or play?”
“Yes. We should be up-front about everything, right from the start.”
“I can do that. But promise me one thing. If you start to feel like I have more time alone with her than you do, we talk about it.”
“I promise. And you do the same.”
