by Jessica Lee
The men raked her with their gazes, and if the bulge growing in each one of their slacks was any indication, they liked what they saw. Monica didn't know whether to cross her legs in a feigned attempt at propriety or to spread them in marked invitation, the latter of which was precisely what her body was screaming.
"And what shall we call you, sweetness?" The one on the right—tall, lean, and blond—eased down onto the side of the bed. He lifted his hand and, using the backs of his fingers, ran a light caress from top to bottom of the exposed side of her arm. "I'm Bob."
"Layla." It was the first name that popped into her head.
"Okay, Layla. Your fiancé issued the invitation, but we need to hear from you as well." Bob glanced at Dick, then back to her. "Do you want us here and everything that entails? Meaning, we plan to make you the center of our world tonight. To fuck you and take you to a place you never knew existed. Make you come"—he lowered his head, his lips a breath away from hers—"and come again." Arousal gathered on the inside of her thighs, making them slick. Monica groaned. She'd never been so wet in her life. He pulled back, having never quite met her lips, and sat there, assessing, waiting for her reaction.
The only thing he was sure to find in her expression was a little disbelief mixed with lust. She'd come this far; no way was she backing out now. Besides—Monica squeezed her legs together—if someone didn't touch her soon, she was going to die.
"Yes, I want you here." Her words were moaned more than spoken. She surveyed the three men around the bed, her gaze landing on her fiancé, and added, "All of you."
Chapter Three
All three men slowly undressed, and the anticipation was nearly more than Monica's mind could handle. Each circled, then picked a spot around her before climbing onto the mattress. The bed dipped and rocked with their combined weight, and their erect cocks bobbed with every move. Monica's fists tightened.
In front of her, Dane spread her legs and settled between them on his knees. He reached up and went for the elastic of her thong.
"Someone still has too many clothes on." He slipped the red lace partially down her legs, then snapped the delicate material before tossing it. "There, much better." Dane's hungry gaze landed on her exposed pussy, his erection jutting out. He reached down and stroked the length. "Remember the one rule, guys."
Monica glanced back and forth among the trio. What rule? Without warning, Dane slid his fingers deep inside her soaked core. Pleasure arched her off the mattress.
"This is mine," he growled.
"Yes. Yours," she forced out through gritted teeth, rocking her hips on the sweet invasion. "More, Danny. Don't make me wait any longer."
"Patience, love." The stiff presence in her core slid free. Monica couldn't help her grumbled complaint. "I haven't got to sample you yet."
"And while he's tasting you there"—Dick began as he grasped the front closure of her bra and released the clasp—"we'll be enjoying you here." His head dipped low, revealing the leather band holding his dark, shoulder-length hair at his nape. Soft lips played with the stiff peak of her nipple before gently drawing it inside.
"Yes," she hissed, writhing under the assault. Bob followed Dick's lead, but instead of a slow build, he engulfed the hard nub of her right breast, sucking on the sensitive tip, then nibbling. Monica gasped. Shit. She needed to move. Had to have more.
Dane added his talents to the mind-blowing stimulus. He spread her thighs wider, then his tongue was between her folds. Warm, wet, drinking her in from bottom to top.
"Danny!" Monica cried out. "I need— I need—" She couldn't stop from grinding her pussy into him. With her hands tied to the headboard, the sensations were magnified tenfold.
"We've got you, baby." Dane grabbed her hips, stilling her movements. "But don't you come. Do you hear me? Not till I have you on my cock."
Don't come? Is he mad? She was a damn stick of dynamite whose fuse had already been lit way too long.
"I can't," she groaned and shook her head.
"Yes, you can." Dane's voice grew stern, commanding even.
Monica swallowed hard, doing her best to squelch her spasming pussy. But Bob and Dick hadn't let up. Every suck and pull on her nipples shot straight to her clit. No way. No way could she stop the tidal wave threatening to drown her. She whimpered and tossed her head back.
"That's it," Dane whispered. "Let me have just a little more." The tip of his tongue laved the folds around her opening. Her thighs trembled.
"Please—" She jerked at the cuffs holding her in place. Sharp teeth nipped at the flesh surrounding her nipples. Monica gasped. "I need to come."
Dane drove into her pussy, fucking her with his tongue.
"Oh God!" Monica clamped her legs around him and shattered. Pleasure streaked along every nerve ending, and her body quaked. The room spun. But her lovers never stopped. They continued biting, sucking, and fucking—riding along with the lightning storm racing through her. Taking her higher and higher until all that remained were swirling colors dancing behind her eyelids.
All too soon she floated back to earth. Dane licked her clit, sending a tiny tremor up her spine. Monica moaned, then opened her eyes. At the same moment, Bob and Dick lifted their gazes and faced her.
"Someone was a very bad girl," Dick said with a sly grin.
"Very bad, indeed." This time, it was Dane. Monica looked down at her fiancé.
"I couldn't stop it." She shook her head again. "It was too much. Too good."
"Well then, I believe a little discipline is called for here," Bob interjected.
"What?" Monica glanced his way.
"Maybe it will help you to remember. Next time, when you're told not to come"—Bob brushed a lock of her auburn hair from her eyes—"you'll obey."
"Discipline?" Monica started to sit up, but grunted as her bindings took her back to the mattress. She wasn't going anywhere.
"Untie her, you guys," Dane instructed, still between her legs. "I'm sure her arms are getting numb by now, anyway."
Bob and Dick loosened the buckles on the leather cuffs. Monica slid free and rubbed her wrists, working the tingles out of her flesh. She shook her hands, then pushed up into a sitting position.
Dick moved from her side and headed toward the wall of various BDSM paraphernalia. He reached up and selected a large wooden paddle. Monica swung her head toward Dane.
"You wouldn't." Her voice dropped low in challenge.
One dark brow lifted, and he grinned. "Oh, wouldn't I?" Dane climbed off the bed, met Dick on the other side, and lifted the wood from his hand. "Besides"—he turned in her direction—"this is your fantasy, and I know you're loving every minute of it." He sauntered back to the bed, his thick cock flushed and hard, the crown glistening with precum. Monica licked her lips, remembering the salty-sweet taste of his essence.
"By the look of that hard-on, you're enjoying yourself as well."
Dane fisted his shaft. "That I am, love." He slid his palm from root to tip. "Now turn over and show me that pretty ass of yours."
"Danny?" Monica stared. "You really mean to spank me?"
He reared back and allowed the paddle to strike his palm with a loud whack.
Wow. Her stomach fluttered, but not from fear, she realized. It was from the twinge of excitement. Where has this side of him been hiding for the last four years?
Monica eased over onto all fours, then turned her bottom toward him. Her blood literally hummed in her veins. She was so exposed—so vulnerable. Monica parted her lips and pulled in a deep, steadying breath. But she trusted Dane. Yeah, she did. More than she'd ever comprehended.
On the other side of the bed, Bob and Dick appeared in her line of vision. Both rigid cocks at eye level, arching toward their abdomens. Damn, what a sight.
"We're going to need a safe word, Layla, before Danny begins."
"Safe word— Right." Monica closed her eyes, her mind scrambling for the proper word. Then it came to her. Something she'd originally thought would have been
part of her evening. Shit, had she ever been way off base. "Okay, how about mistletoe?"
"Mistletoe it is," Dane chimed in from behind her; and his wide palm smoothed over her ass. Monica leaned into it, reveling in the possessive feel of his touch.
Smack! The loud crack of the paddle met her ears first, followed by a hot sting blooming over her ass cheek and radiating through her pussy. A wave of heat raced up her neck and into her face.
"Oh God!" She gasped.
Smack! Another whack, followed by another, alternated from one side to her other. Monica dug her nails into the bed linens. Christ, it hurt. But damn, something about the fire—the submission, the shift in control—had her juices flowing again.
Movement in front of her caught Monica's eye. She lifted her chin and found Bob on his knees with Dick's cock down his throat. Fuck! Bob's flushed throat worked around the other man's thick girth. Dick's head had fallen back between his shoulders, his eyes closed, lips parted.
"See what your lack of control cost you, sweetness," Dick stated in a matter-of-fact tone, as if somehow he knew she watched. He opened his eyes and rolled his head forward, locking his gaze to hers. Another smack on her ass had tears welling, blurring her vision, and her pussy aching to be filled. "My cock could have been down your throat right now. But instead"—Dick looked down and grasped the other man's head, driving his shaft deeper—"Bob is on his knees receiving the pleasure that would have been yours."
Monica's pussy clenched under the mental image he'd inspired.
"Fuck!" Dane cried out from behind her. "Need you—" A thump resonated in the room as the paddle struck the floor; then the head of Dane's cock pushed inside her.
"Yes. Oh God, yes!" Monica pressed back, opening herself to her lover. "Fuck me." Her cheeks were on fire, her pussy burning up, dying to be filled. Dane gripped her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. His cock sank farther into her core, igniting every nerve in its path. "So good," she groaned.
"Wait. Like this." Dane eased from her, turned her around, then lowered himself across the bed. "Ride me."
Monica straddled his hips, reached between her legs, and guided his broad shaft to her opening. "Danny—" she whimpered, sinking onto his erection. She leaned forward and took his lips right before his hips pulsed up, shuttling his cock balls-deep. "Yes," she mumbled into his mouth. "Do it, baby."
She straightened, unable to resist matching every hard thrust with her own downward lunge. Bob continued to work Dick's shaft, the erotic view making her mouth water. "Please," she found herself uttering. Dick looked her way. "I promise to be good."
He reached down and pulled Bob from the floor, his cock leaving the other man's lips with a pop. Dick closed the distance between him and her. "Are you ready for all of us, Layla?" Dick circled his fist around his damp cock and pumped the shaft in lazy strokes. Slick fingers caressed the line between her ass cheeks, startling her. At some point, Bob had moved in behind her, and she'd missed the trip. The rustle of foil told her he was sliding a condom over his erection.
Before Monica had even realized she'd come to the conclusion, the words were out of her mouth. "Yes. All of you."
The bed dipped, and the warmth of Bob's chest pressed into her back. With his palm, he pushed her forward, closer to Dane. Monica's gaze fell to the man beneath her. Dane smiled, and his lips parted. I love you, he mouthed and flexed his hips, continuing to stroke the sensitive tissues inside. Her heart swelled with the sudden onslaught of emotion.
"I love you too," she whispered and lowered her head, claiming him with a kiss. Determined to show him tonight how much his willingness to give—to grow and change with her—meant.
The probing at her rear pulled her back to the present. Monica inhaled deeply, and Bob's lubed finger slipped inside. In and out, he worked the digit.
"Relax, sweetness," he urged, his tone soft and reassuring.
"Look at me," Dick commanded from in front.
Monica's head popped up at the demand in his tone. He placed one leg on either side of Dane's head, which partially hung off the edge of the mattress.
"Open."
She obeyed, stretched her neck forward, braced her hands on either side of Dane, and licked the damp crown of Dick's shaft.
"Good girl," he uttered with a sigh.
A second finger slid into her ass, taking her wider. Monica moaned at the burn and then wrapped her lips around the tip of Dick's cock and sucked. A loud hiss of approval met her ears. Bob's digits left her bottom, allowing Dane to pick up his pace once more. He pistoned into her, each stroke tapping his balls against her bottom.
"Layla—" her fiancé groaned. "Let's do this. So fucking good, baby. I'm not going to last." She could only imagine the graphic images playing out before his eyes. Testing his restraint. Her blowing one man while another prepared to fuck her right along with him.
The large head of Bob's cock pressed at her tight ring. Monica hummed around the shaft in her mouth and bore down into the invasion. Dane stilled, his breathing ragged.
Oh God, the burn.
Both cocks fighting for position—for room. She jerked her head back and cried out. Bob froze.
"Layla?" Dane cupped her face. "Open your eyes!"
Monica dragged her eyelids apart. Dick had stepped back, his hand continuing to work the length of his cock.
"Layla?" Monica glanced below, and Dane captured her gaze. "Answer me. Use the safe word if you're done here."
The room swayed.
Too much.
The pressure. The sensations.
But dammit, she didn't want to stop, not when she was so close. "No," she breathed. "Want it all. Do it."
Bob advanced, and her breath hitched. So full. She groaned. Dick tapped her cheek with his crown, and Monica turned toward his shaft and took him back inside her mouth. Bob surged forward again, this time seating himself to the hilt. Monica whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. She'd never been so completely filled in her life.
She swayed on her knees—on the rigid cocks stuffed in every orifice. It was as if her body were no longer her own, a mindless slave to the erotic sensations consuming her. Dane's hips thrust up as Bob retreated, and Dick shifted forward into her mouth.
Up, back, and forward.
Over and over. The foursome slipped into a perfect rhythm.
She had no idea how long they fucked. Time no longer mattered, only the exquisite pleasure below that was spiraling out of control. Monica gasped around the shaft in her mouth and yanked away.
"Please—" she moaned. "Can I come now?" She dropped her gaze to Dane's flushed face. Sweat beaded his forehead and trailed down his cheeks.
"Fuck, yes," he growled. "Come for me, love." Dane's hips slammed into hers.
She ground her pelvis onto his cock; then Bob surged forward, stretching her even more. Her nerve endings sparked, tearing a cry from her throat, and her back arched. The world around her winked as an avalanche of pleasure, radiating from below, swamped her. Her body convulsed, then collapsed onto her fiancé's chest. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled up her spine.
Moments later, Monica's fogged mind detected Dane's familiar hoarse grunt. His body stiffened, and a rush of hot seed filled her pussy.
Bob wasn't far behind. He pistoned into her rear twice more, then with a curse, buried his shaft deep and unloaded into his condom.
"My turn, sweetness." Dick's deep voice pulled her back from the haze.
Monica pushed up, opened wide, and tilted her head. Dick slid his cock to the back of her throat. She swallowed around the engorged crown, fighting the urge to gag. He dug his fingers into her hair, holding her in place as he proceeded to fuck her mouth. Monica pulled air in through her nose with each retreat, reveling in her ability to submit. To completely let go and allow someone else to take charge. Take her to the edge. Adrenaline filled her veins, and her pulse raced, pounding in her ears.
Dick roared, and his cock pulsed, jetting cum into her mouth. She gulped around the shaft, wan
ting it all. Wanting to please him. His pace slowed, and he released her hair. Gently he worked his length back and forth along her tongue, leaving behind the last drops of his seed. Monica lapped at the salty pearls and twirled her tongue around the rim of his crown.
"Very good, sweetness." Dick palmed her nape as he slid free. "Very nice, indeed." He bent down and placed a light kiss to her lips, then licked the last traces of his release away. "Thank you, Layla," he whispered and straightened. "You were beautiful."
Monica smiled and shifted off Dane before easing onto the mattress and into her fiancé's waiting arms. Then Bob was beside her, kissing her, thanking her and Dane for his lovely Christmas Eve. She should have said something in return, but her brain was too numb to form any words, her eyes too tired to stay open.
Dane moved from the bed, but exhaustion stayed her complaint. The warm feel of a washcloth soon bathed the insides of her thighs, between her folds. Monica peeked from under her eyelids and glimpsed the sexy man she loved taking care of her. How had she got so lucky?
Mumbled voices followed by the distant click of a door were the last things she remembered.
Epilogue
The bright glow of sunshine broke through the gap in the suite's drapes and tugged Monica back into awareness. She rolled onto her back—and flinched from the protest in her muscles, not to mention her bottom. Oh my God. Who had been driving the truck that hit her last night?
"Merry Christmas." The seductive deep voice of her fiancé called to her from the other side of the bed. "I have coffee."
Yup. That always worked. Monica opened her eyes. Dane sat on the edge of the mattress, holding a steaming cup of java.
"You do know what I like, don't you?"
"I try." One corner of his mouth lifted in a sly smile.
Monica pushed up and propped her back against the headboard. "Merry Christmas to you too," she said, accepting the hot mug and taking it straight to her lips. Mmm— Exactly what she needed. "I still can't believe you arranged all this." She surveyed the suite, now in the light of day. "And especially how good you were at it." Her gaze darted in his direction, and she winked.
