Magic of Three

by Jenna Castille

  “Of course. I enjoy hunting for pieces to match the theme I have in mind. I love setting a mood, letting the environment channel certain emotions, associations.” He stopped, grin turning playful. “Julian even helped on choosing and designing that one.”

  “So what mood did you want for your room?”

  “Do you honestly have to ask that?” he asked, pulling her toward him.

  Lisa didn’t resist, letting her body sag against his. Hard muscle and warm skin beneath tight cloth. Tim ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She felt the hard length of his growing erection press against her stomach.

  Tim dipped his head slowly. At any time she could pull away. He held her firmly, but not so tight that she couldn’t break his grip. He left everything up to her.

  And she wanted a taste.

  As his mouth covered hers she melted. Heat. Lust. Emotion flowed over and through her as he pushed her against the wall. Here was the ravishing she’d expected from Julian. One hand moved up to cup her breast as his other pulled her leg up to his waist.

  She moaned against his mouth as he pressed forward. He rubbed his aroused cock against her quivering slit as his tongue licked her lips, begging entrance.

  Lisa tilted her head to the side as she buried her fingers in his long golden locks. Her mouth opened to his invasion, happy to follow wherever he led.

  Tim groaned his approval. His mouth took hers, sinking in and filling her. He tasted sweet, thick and bright, like liquid sunshine. Lisa’s pulse roared in her ears as she pulled him closer.

  Tim pushed her away. “Shit, you’re addictive. I’m surprised Julian made it home at all today. You must have kicked him out because I sure as hell wouldn’t have left your bed voluntarily.”

  Lisa grinned, her hands falling to his waist as her leg dropped back to the floor. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

  “Confidence, hell.” He jerked her away from the wall and against his body. “I hope you stay tonight,” he purred, the ramble rattling through her. “I want you. I want to slide inside you and never leave. I want to watch Julian push you past anywhere you’ve ever gone before, breaking your control. I want to taste your screams of pleasure against my tongue.”

  Lisa swallowed, hunger making her throat feel thick and her mouth dry. “And I thought Julian was the poet.”

  “Where do you think he learned how to use that silver tongue of his?” Tim winked. “You don’t think he was that good before I came along, do you?”

  Lisa laughed, her head dropping against his chest. He petted her hair and murmured endearments until her shoulders stopped shaking.

  “How am I supposed to resist you two?” she asked against his chest, not wanting to move away, his dark spicy scent sinking into her soul.

  “Haven’t you figured that out yet?” he growled, rubbing idle circles on her back. “You’re not supposed to resist. You’re supposed to succumb, to fall deep under our seductive spell.”

  Lisa’s lips twitched. “Well, I’m halfway there already.”

  “But not quite all the way yet?” Tim asked, nudging her chin up, forcing her to meet his solemn gaze.

  “Not yet,” Lisa whispered, not sure herself if she was telling the truth. It felt so good, so normal to be here with both men but how could that be? “Why don’t we go back to Julian for now? Let me get my bearings and decide where exactly I want to go?”

  “I like you better without your bearings but you’re the boss,” Tim replied with a shrug. “It’s always your choice.”

  Lisa stood on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss on his lush mouth, chewing his bottom lip for a split second. “If things go the way I suspect it’ll be worth the wait.”

  “Oh, I have no doubt,” Tim answered, licking his abused lip before smiling. “You’re well worth the wait.”

  She blushed and shoved at his shoulders. He laughed, leaning over and smooching the tip of her nose. “We’d better get moving or Julian’s going to start feeling left out. You’ve never seen anything as pitiful as Julian in a full pout.”

  “I can’t picture a man like Julian pouting.”

  “Believe me,” he said, shaking his head in mock horror, “it ain’t pretty.”

  “We can’t have that. I like both of you just the way you are,” she replied, casting a teasing look from beneath heavy lids. “Even if you’re prettier than me.”

  Tim sighed in pity, patting her back. “I know it’s hard to look as good as we do but you more than do us both justice. I can’t wait to get my hands on that body of yours. Julian gets to have all the fun first.”

  “Now who’s pouting?”

  “Yes but I make pouting look good. Hell, I make everything look good, better than Julian. But I don’t let him know that.” He turned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and moving back down the hall.

  She leaned in, tucking herself in his grasp. “You’re incorrigible.”

  “Only when I get the right encouragement,” he replied while making a kissy face. She giggled, hanging off him as mirth shook her.

  “Tell me you haven’t been encouraging him,” Julian said, looking over the back of the couch as they returned. Lisa’s stomach took a dip at his tousled hair and dark, heavy-lidded eyes.

  Tim smirked at her blank look and gave Julian a conspiratorial wink. “No, she’s just giving me a taste of paradise before ripping it away.”

  Julian gave Tim a Cheshire Cat smile, eyes raking Lisa’s mussed appearance. “Necking the second I’m out of sight, hmm. Not even considering that I might want to take part. Now that’s pretty selfish of the two of you. You’re going to owe me for that.”

  Lisa’s cheeks warmed but Tim jumped into the verbal fray with both feet. “You’re one to talk,” he snapped, hands on his hips and eyes narrowed. “If anyone should feel left out it’s me.”

  The testosterone lay thick in the air, even if all in play. Lisa had no intention of being treated like a bone in a tug of war between two junkyard dogs. “If you don’t shut up you’ll both be left out again,” Lisa snapped as she plopped down.

  Tim plopped on the floor at her feet, looking up at her with those puppy dog eyes again. “You don’t mean that, sweetheart,” he pleaded, his full lower lip quivering as he slid a hand up her calf, massaging as it went. “Tell me you don’t or tell me how to make it up to you.”

  He laid his head against her thigh as Julian scooted closer to her. Julian slipped his hand into her hair, rubbing her scalp. Tim ran both his palms up and down her fishnet-covered thighs.

  Lisa leaned into both caresses, a purr of satisfaction flowing through her. “Well, this is a good start,” she murmured, eyes closing as she absorbed the pleasure of their touch and gave up any semblance of resistance.

  Tim moved first, edging between her thighs. He pushed her skirt up, fingers brushing naked flesh where her stockings ended. He leaned forward, blowing against her heated core. Her flesh shivered and she slouched back, moving her hips closer to temptation.

  Taking Lisa’s groan as encouragement, Julian joined in. Fingers tripped over buttons and cool air blew against warm flesh as fabric parted. Lisa shuddered. Only the thin lace of her demi-bra separated him from his goal. His nimble fingers opened the front catch at the same moment Tim’s fingers nudged the thin strip of lace to the side, leaving her completely vulnerable to his touch.

  Lisa gasped as Julian’s lips closed over a straining nipple at the same moment Tim’s tongue flicked across her clit. Her hands fluttered against the couch as sensation flooded her. She didn’t know where to turn, which man to touch.

  One of her arms crept around Julian’s shoulder, pulling him against her. The other slid down, anchoring Tim’s head as he ate her pussy. His tongue parted her, sliding past her labia to lap at her opening. The pad of his thumb gently brushed her clit, bringing her closer and closer. She whimpered as desire flamed through her veins.

  “Mmm, so good,” Tim murmured against her flesh, taking a moment to lap at
her again. “You taste so good. Forgotten how different and good a woman could taste. Delicious. Musky and sweet. And your pussy’s in a class all its own.”

  Lisa panted, back arching as her body strained to reach that peak. So much sensation, glowing beneath her skin, threatening to split her in two. Only Julian’s weight bent across her own kept her anchored.

  Just when she topped the crest, the tingle of anticipation building, Tim pulled back, taking his magic tongue with him. She whimpered, reaching for him, needing him back. To bring her there so quick and leave her hanging at the peak… How could he leave her like this?

  Still kneeling on the floor, he gave Julian a questioning look. Julian pulled away from her chest. Lisa shivered as the cool air touched her heated flesh. Lust warred with frustration.

  Julian rose to his feet. Leaving her? How could he be leaving her? Didn’t he know she needed him, needed them both?

  He knelt down and scooped her into his arms, her shirt and bra falling unheeded to the floor. Swept off her feet. What woman never dreamed of being literally swept off her feet? While she wasn’t exactly overweight Lisa had never imagined a man would carry her to the bedroom without serious risk of throwing out his back or at least giving her some nasty comments. Gently Julian turned and took her to the middle of the room, Tim following close at his heels.

  He laid her out on the deep black fur rug in front of the panoramic windows. The silk caress of the fur on her skin pushed her higher, shoving a small sob from her lips. She stared up at her men, watching the reflections of flashing neon lights dance across their faces, one dark, one light.

  “This is your chance, love,” Julian said as he stared down at her half-naked form, desire weighing down his gaze. “The only chance we can give you. You want us to stop best say so now. Otherwise we’re both having you. We’ll take you far beyond yourself. We’ll share your body, pounding deep into you throughout the night, driving you to climax after climax. Your choice. Decide.”

  Lisa shivered as Julian’s deep voice echoed in the darkened room, giving words to her desires. Why was he making her choose? Why did she have to say it? Why couldn’t they just do it?

  “Please,” she whispered, arching toward them. Couldn’t they see how much she wanted them?

  “Please what?” he asked, unmoving. “We need the words.”

  Lisa pounded clenched fists against the fur-covered floor. Damn him, why wouldn’t he take her, or let Tim take her? Why stall? “Take me, both of you,” she growled, hips arching. “I want both of you.”

  “Thank the gods,” Tim muttered as he turned to leave.

  Lisa sat up on her elbows, following his departure with wide eyes and tightening muscles.

  “Don’t worry, love.” Julian answered her unspoken question as he began shrugging out of his clothes. “He’s going for supplies. You’re trusting us so we’ll keep you safe. But there are some things we don’t typically keep in the living room.”

  Lisa smirked as her shoulders relaxed. “Don’t use this room that much?”

  “Only for special occasions.” He paused, standing in shiny black silk boxers. “It seemed a bit crass to leave stashes of condoms and lube in every room. Practical idea, but kinda crass.”

  “We can’t have that.”

  Julian peeled down his boxers, reaching down to give his long cock a quick tug. Lisa licked her lips as she watched a small pearl of liquid form, gleaming, at the tip. He saw her reaction and stepped forward.

  “Suck,” he ordered, an air of authority surrounding him.

  She blinked at his command. But she crawled to her knees, reaching up to take him in a firm grip. She ran her tongue over the spongy purple head of his cock, gathering the salty flavor that was him alone, savoring it, memorizing it.

  He shoved his fingers in her hair, pulling her forward, fucking her face. Lisa struggled for balance but smiled at his loss of composure. She opened wide and took him in as deep as physically possible with a groan of satisfaction.

  “Gods, sweetheart, that feels so good. Hot, slick, tight.” He gasped, rocking forward on the balls of his feet.

  A tsking sound came from behind him as Tim entered the room.

  “So impatient,” he teased, dropping a box and bottle on the coffee table. “And you have the balls to complain about me sneaking a kiss. You couldn’t even wait for me to get back. I see I’m going to have to keep my eye on you with our girl.”

  “Taking too long,” Julian groaned as Lisa gave a hard suck, her cheeks hollowing.

  “Obviously,” Tim answered as he tore clothes from his body, fell to his knees and crawled toward Lisa.

  He leaned in, putting his arm around her shoulder to support her. As she pulled back on Julian’s cock he let his tongue slide up and down the exposed glistening length. Tim’s tongue played with the seal of her lips around Julian’s cock, causing her to suckle even harder.

  “Shit, stop. Can’t take that. Not both, not both.” Julian freed himself from their oral duel.

  Lisa smiled back at a naked grinning Tim. “When you’re good, you’re good,” he quipped, leaning forward and licking her swollen lips.

  Lisa leaned into his mouth, kissing him deep, letting him taste the intoxicating flavor of her and Julian at the same time.

  He murmured approval, lapping at the ridges at the roof of her mouth. Lisa made a weak whimpering sound, moving into his ravaging kiss. Tim growled, eating hungrily from her mouth. Julian came to his knees beside them, reaching forward. She thought he wanted to join the embrace. Instead he worked the back catch of her skirt, pushing it past her hips. He maneuvered her to pull the fabric out from under her knees without breaking her kiss.

  “Naughty, naughty girl,” Julian taunted at the sight of her barely there g-string tied at the hips, untying the neat bows and whipping it from her. “Looks like you came prepared for action.”

  Tim let her go, leaning back to get a better look. His eyes darkened even more as they lingered on her naked form. “Well, we can’t disappoint. Let’s leave the fishnets on though. That and the heels are hot. Makes me want to do dirty, dirty things to you.”

  To hell with expectations. To hell with what other people thought. To hell with her own damned insecurities and uncertainties. This felt right. “Join the club,” Lisa purred, stretching and arching her back, her breasts pushing toward Tim. “Tonight I’m all about dirty.”

  Julian knelt, wrapping his warm body around her back. “And just how dirty do you want to be?” he asked, trailing a single finger down her spine to flirt with the very top of the crack of her ass. “Willing to try something new?”

  Lisa whimpered, reaching for something to hold. Tim’s fingers closed around her own. “Your choice. Whatever you want and nothing more. But if you trust us we’ll take you. We’ll use your body in ways you’ve only imagined. Let us play. You won’t regret it.”

  With Tim’s words ringing in the air, Julian rimmed his fingertip over her tight virgin hole. Lisa’s body tightened and a shot of unfamiliar pleasure coursed through her. “Julian,” she cried out, not knowing herself if it was in encouragement or protest.

  “Shh, sweet,” he whispered against the back of her neck moments before his lips glided across her flesh. She lost track of Tim as her concentration centered on the feel of Julian’s mouth against her sensitive flesh.

  The click of a cap opening pulled her back to reality and away from the promise of pleasure. She watched as Tim squatted back in front of them and coated Julian’s fingers with thick, clear lube. “Lean forward.”

  She trembled but obeyed Julian’s order. Tim wrapped his arms around her for support as he murmured words of guidance and encouragement. “Easy, we won’t hurt you. Might not even work this first time. If it gets too uncomfortable we’ll try again later. Don’t worry, we know what we’re doing. See how far we can stretch you. Push down on his fingers.”

  Her eyes widened and her breath came in pants as Julian sank his first finger into her, past the ring of muscles
clenching against him.

  “You’re tight but not too tight. Not hurting?” Julian asked as he hooked the finger inside her.

  “No,” she answered as her body arched into him.

  Tim grinned in approval. “She’s taking it good. Such a hot, hungry little body. Give her more. Wanna see you make her squirm.”

  Julian twisted his finger in and out over and over. Lisa cried out, pulling Tim tighter. Julian stopped.

  “No,” she groaned, grinding herself back.

  “Damn, Julian, can’t you see she’s begging for more?” Tim snarled, pulling her forward and pushing her back. “You like his finger up your starving ass. Saw how you wiggled and reached for it. Tell him. Say it. Wanna hear you plead.”

  She shook her head. They asked for too much. But then Julian pulled out.