Two Hot (An Erotic Short Story: m?nage, m/f/m )

by Delilah Devlin

  “A spanking would be awfully loud, don’t you think?” Robert said. “Neighbors might hear.”

  “But they won’t see. She’s the only one whose upstairs windows look into our yard.”

  “True. She’d have to keep her howls quiet.”

  “I don’t howl.” But I did growl.

  “Not yet, you don’t.”

  My nipples were so tight and hard I snuggled my breasts against the seat cushions and rubbed. If they weren’t going to do more than talk, I might have to take matters into my own hands.

  “Better get on with it. Suspense is always the worst part of punishment.”

  Robert sounded so cheerful, I gritted my teeth. Their soft footfalls brought them closer.

  Jason sighed loudly as he knelt. Fingers slid into my folds, then withdrew. “Just a taste to tide me over.”

  A slap landed on one fleshy globe, and I gasped. “That was a little hard.”

  A soft masculine grunt gusted. “Supposed to sting,” Robert said. “It’s punishment.”

  Another harder slap landed, this one muffled by the weight of the hand. I squirmed, exaggerating the movement to invite another.

  “See? That’s how it’s done,” Jason said, satisfaction lacing his words. “Firm, but not harsh.”

  “Don’t spare the goddamn rod,” I muttered as my pussy grew warm and engorged.

  “Exactly.”

  Slaps landed, one after the other on my upturned buttocks, so fast my breaths came in shattered little gulps. As the flesh of my ass warmed beneath their strokes, I wriggled, trying to avoid them, really trying to invite a sharp slap against the hot flesh between my legs.

  One of them finally got the hint and rapid slaps landed directly on my pussy—taps that jolted me forward until I lay over the chair, groaning.

  Something hard and cold rolled over my bottom. A beer bottle. When it rolled between my legs, air hissed between my clenched teeth.

  “She liked that, Robert.”

  “Get the ice chest.”

  I buried my head against my folded arms and waited while the rustling movements drew farther away, and then returned.

  Something small and stingingly cold was slipped inside me. An ice cube!

  “Sweet Jesus,” I groaned as it slid deeper and began to melt. Another cube rubbed lower, over my distended clit, cupped against me by a broad hot palm.

  Hot and cold stroked over me, leaving a wet trail over my slit then my ass.

  “Feel better now?” Robert asked. A soothing hand continued to stroke over my sensitized skin.

  I jerked a nod, afraid to say anything that sounded like a complaint.

  “Do you think you’ve been punished enough?” Robert’s long fingers slid between my buttocks, glancing over my back entrance

  Although fleeting, the painful intimacy of it left me breathless. “I don’t know,” I replied, wanting to be fucked, but also deeply curious about what the two men might come up with next. “What do you think?”

  “I think she hasn’t learned her lesson at all,” Jason bit out, his fingers sinking deep into my pussy. “She’s drenched. I think she liked our punishment too much.”

  “Emily, Emily,” Robert said, pretending disappointment.

  I aimed a hot glare over my shoulder and caught Jason’s widening grin. Damn!

  “See what I mean? She hasn’t learned a damn thing,” he said, looking smug.

  “Perhaps we should make her ache a bit.”

  “Sore throat?”

  “And jaws.”

  “A little tennis elbow?” Jason’s eyebrows lifted in a wicked arch. Then his gaze dropped to his cock. “You know what I want.”

  I growled deep in my throat, but secretly, I was more than willing. A thousand times, I’d envisioned sucking his cock until he quivered. My gaze landed on Robert’s cock for the first time, and my breath left in a rush. “Holy fu…!”

  “We’ll get there,” Robert purred. “Promise, sweetheart.”

  With a deep, resentful sigh, I faced them on my knees, my head down, hands clasped together.

  “I’m not buying her show of obedience.”

  Jason’s graveled tone and the way his fingers tapped his cock caused my supplicant’s mask to slip a notch. Irritation drew my brows together.

  “Maybe she thinks we’ll go easy if she plays it up a bit,” Robert said in an exaggerated aside.

  “I’m way past easy,” Jason said. “That sexy mouth of hers has been driving me crazy for months.”

  Suddenly, I didn’t mind that they teased me, drawing out my patience. Jason loved my big mouth.

  “Since the very first day she showed up with a casserole dish in her arms.”

  Robert earned brownie points for his quiet agreement.

  “Didn’t buy the Suzy Homemaker act, either,” Jason rumbled.

  “Too much passion in those lips.”

  “Can’t cook worth a damn.”

  My gaze shot up to find them both pressing their lips together to fight smiles. A challenge was tossed as I flipped my red hair behind my shoulders.

  I reached hands to encircle both of their impressive cocks and tugged them closer.

  The men flanked me, standing slightly to my side. Beneath my lashes, I appraised their excitement.

  Jason’s cheeks and square jaw sharpened. Robert’s eyes glinted in the darkness.

  I brought them closer and rubbed the tips of their cocks over my pursed lips, gratified when moisture painted them in salty streaks. Drawing back, I licked my lips, eyelids drifting halfway down as a genuine groan crept from my throat.

  All humor bled away from their expressions. Sharply honed tension gripped their faces and bodies as I stuck out my tongue and swabbed first one soft crown then the other, taking care to poke the tip into their tiny slotted openings before sitting back again and gauging my next actions by how rapidly they breathed.

  Jason’s nostrils flared and his hands fisted on his hips.

  Robert’s arms lifted away from his sides, as though he meant to fly or perhaps just because he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

  I rubbed my cheeks along their shafts, purring like a kitten, then pointed their cocks upward and dove first toward Robert’s balls, opening wide to gobble them with my lips while my tongue painted them with moisture.

  “Goddamn,” he breathed.

  I turned quickly to Jason and suckled him hard, surrounding him in heat, tugging his hard stones with my lips until he lifted on the balls of his feet and began to rock.

  When I released him, I stroked my tongue up his length, holding his hot gaze with mine, until I reached the head atop his thick shaft. I opened wide…but backed away.

  Again, I switched, ignoring Jason’s deep growl and swallowed Robert’s round, blunt head, my lips stretching around him and sinking lower as I swirled my tongue up and down the steamy sides of his cock.

  At last, he figured out what to grasp and sank his fingers in my hair, guiding me slowly forward and back until I began to suction hard on each upstroke and his hips flexed forward, stroking deep into my mouth, faster and faster.

  I squeezed my fingers around him and pumped up when he pulled away, stroked away when he sank into my mouth. Over and over, faster and faster, while the wet, juicy strokes grew louder.

  “Fucking hell, Rob,” Jason rumbled.

  I gave Jason’s cock a rough tug. His hand closed around mine. He guided it up and down once, and then he stepped back.

  Robert’s mouth opened around a deep, agonized groan. He tugged my hair hard until I came off his cock, gasping for breath. He too stepped back and then Jason moved in, placed his hands beneath my arms and lifted me off my feet.

  He walked me backwards, my legs dangling until he reached the chair, sat me on the end then shoved me down until I lay with legs hanging over the edge. When he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs, I laughed, low and throaty, enjoying the fact I’d turned his “punishment” against him. But my victory was s
hort-lived.

  His mouth closed around my clit, his fingers slid between my damp folds, and suddenly, my back arched as he drew hard, suckling until pinpricks of pleasure crackled all over my damp, sweaty skin. Rough hands lifted my thighs over his shoulders; he cupped my ass, controlling my movements, impeding me from rocking against his mouth.

  He tugged, licked and sucked me until I squirmed. When Robert came at me, lowering himself over my head to latch his lips around one nipple, I knew they’d taken back control.

  I trembled beneath their joint assault, quivering uncontrollably. Completely overwhelmed.

  With Jason’s face swirling, his whiskers scraping my inner thighs, his tongue fluttering against my clit, his fingers plunging deep, I couldn’t concentrate on just one sensation—so many bombarded me, ratcheting up my pleasure to a painful peak.

  When my arousal curled tight, I dug my heels into Jason’s back and bucked.

  Robert pulled away.

  Then Jason. Licking his lips and smiling, as I came back down, disgruntled because I’d almost climaxed, and the delicious tension was quickly ebbing away.

  “Think you’ve learned your lesson, now?” Jason whispered.

  I hiccoughed, which surprised me because it sounded like a sob. I couldn’t muster a scowl, could only stare as he rose in front of me.

  His gaze tore away from me, landing on Robert who sidled up beside him. “Let’s cool her down. I don’t want this over too quick.”

  I jackknifed upward, ready to leave. Suddenly, feeling weepy, knowing I couldn’t take much more before I flew at them. My emotions were raw, my pussy throbbing. I’d rather take a cold shower than let either of them tease me to the edge of the precipice again, because I’d scream. To hell with the neighbors.

  “Where do you think you’re going,” Robert said, his voice dead even.

  The corners of Jason’s lips quirked upward.

  I could barely stand to look at either of them, their cocks engorged, rising thick and straight from their groins. “I’m through playing. I’d like to go home.”

  Robert’s gaze shifted to Jason, and then he leaned toward me, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and forcing me forward. Our lips met. A soft melding. It struck me that they’d touched my entire body, but never kissed me. I mewled against Robert’s lips and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  He drew back and kissed my forehead, then turned me in a circle with his hands on my shoulders until I faced Jason.

  My gaze lowered to the broad, furred chest and a deep moan slipped between my lips.

  Jason closed the space between us, his hand lifted my chin. Our mouths mated.

  At the first stab of his tongue I melted against him, sighing when his arms wrapped around me. This was what I’d craved. A hint of tenderness. Something to reassure me I was more than just a convenient fuck.

  His fingers combed through my hair, cupping my head. My hands lifted to glide up his hard, muscled chest until I clung to his shoulders, while our mouths and tongues glided in endless circles.

  When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine. “Still want to leave?”

  I shook my head.

  “Let us finish this my way?”

  Without hesitating, I nodded.

  His smile was slow, warm—and approving.

  An inner glow suffused my body, warming me again.

  “Bend over the lounge chair, sweetheart.”

  He stepped back, and I closed my eyes for just a brief moment, hating the loss of his caresses. I walked directly to the chair and knelt, bending once again until my torso lay on the chair and my ass rose in the air.

  The rattle of ice in the chest, told me the boys weren’t done playing. Fingers stroked my pussy and another cube was inserted.

  A sharp hiss sounded behind me. “Seemed like a good idea,” Jason said, his voice tight, “but goddamn that’s cold!”

  “Warm it up,” Robert said with snicker.

  A broad, blunt tip prodded my opening, and a thick column of cock slid into me, strangely chilled. “What did you do?” I asked as my cunt clasped it, contracting tightly around him as he drove deeper.

  “Thought I’d cool down my dick with ice. Not a good feeling. But this is better, don’t you think?”

  It was. The ice cube melting inside me was shoved deeper with each firm stroke. Friction building between the walls of my channel and his thick cock heated me up from the inside, and I snuggled closer to the chair, raising my ass for him to tunnel deeper.

  Liquid from the melted ice churned with my own cream and his thrusts, resulting in juicy-wet laps of molten honey that dripped down my inner thighs as he continued to pump.

  “Watching’s fine, but I’m wondering when you’re going to remember I’m here,” Robert said, irony flavoring his words.

  “Emily,” Jason said, gritted out. “Time to perform more community service. Lean up and let’s get rid of this chair.”

  Jason’s arms enfolded my waist, and he leaned back, taking me up with him. Staked on his cock, I bounced against his lap, unwilling to lose the escalating tension winding at my core, while Robert pulled away the chair and knelt in front of me.

  His lop-sided smile invited as he threaded his fingers through my hair and brought my face toward his lap.

  My lips opened to accept his thrust while Jason lifted me to my knees, never breaking our connection.

  With Jason pumping into my pussy and Robert driving toward my throat, I began to moan loudly as the tension curled tighter inside me. I was wet, breathing hard, and beginning to shake.

  “Shhh, Emily,” Jason whispered.

  Robert shoved deeper into my throat, effectively cutting off my voice. I opened my jaws wider to accept him and swallowed around his head to give him a wet, sexy caress.

  Jason’s hands smoothed over my back then around my sides to clutch my shivering breasts. “Not gonna last,” he ground out.

  I gave a garbled shout, which vibrated all along Robert’s cock, then began to suction hard.

  Robert’s thighs tensed beneath my hands then his hips lifted, and he stroked into my mouth. “Damn, damn, damn,” he chanted.

  Jason hammered hard, slapping the cradle of my sex, the sound moist and unmistakable in the heavy night air.

  I couldn’t worry about the neighbors next to us, or those across the water, listening in, couldn’t think beyond the hard body pounding behind me and the lean, long muscled one thrusting toward my face.

  Tension coiled deep inside, and then instantly unwound. My pussy convulsed, pulsing around Jason’s shaft. A muffled shout accompanied a tightening of my throat and mouth. Agonizing pleasure exploded, blinding me as I shuddered and writhed.

  Molten liquid bathed my womb in scalding spurts; thick ropes of salty cum coated my tongue. As the churning, rocking motions slowed, hands caressed my face and breasts. Arms enfolded me.

  Jason brought me up, pulling me from Robert’s cock, and hugging me against his chest. Robert bent to kiss and nuzzle my breasts as I fought for breath. A fine sheen of sweat coated all our bodies. Our rasping breaths lengthened and slowly eased.

  “Do you think she’s had enough punishment?”

  I blinked open my eyes to find Robert’s expression schooled once again into stern condemnation. Only now I knew it was part of the game. A game I was only too eager to play.

  I bit my lower lip and cast my gaze downward. “I’m still not sorry.”

  · · ·

  The lights flickered on, and the ceiling fan whined as it started to whir. The hand lying on my hip squeezed, and I pushed my bottom against Robert’s groin. He wasn’t aroused. Just needed a little comfort. Which was why we’d moved from the yard to Jason’s bed.

  Fingers curved around my chin, forcing my face toward his. Jason’s dark gaze landed on my lips as he rubbed his thumb over the lower edge of my pout. “Power’s back.”

  I didn’t know how to take that. Did he mean the fun was over and it was time for me to go home?
“Yeah, I suppose I should head back to my place.”

  Robert’s hand grew still on my hip, and he shifted behind me, rising.

  Jason’s gaze narrowed. “Is that what you want?”

  “No,” I said, wishing I could be honest, but needing them to take away my fear that I hadn’t made a huge mistake.

  “What do you want, Emily?”

  I took a chance. “I don’t want to fuck this up. We’ve been friends. I don’t want to lose that. But when I leave, the next time I see you guys, it’ll be different.”

  “Because you’ve seen us nekkid?” Robert said, kissing my shoulder.

  I turned my head and kissed his cheek. “Because we’ve all seen each other come. And because I’m a girl. This might be something you do for fun, but I’ve never played like this.”

  Jason tweaked my nipple hard. “You think this is a game?”

  “See there?” I said, trying to keep a tremor out of my voice but failing. “I’m afraid to answer that. I don’t want things to change.”

  “But we do.”

  Robert turned my face. His features were tight, his expression worried. “Do you think we’ve ever been friends with a woman like we are with you? That was our first clue. We liked having you around. But we both paid hell trying to keep our dicks from scaring you away.”

  “He was afraid.” Jason snorted. “I wanted to jump you from day one.”

  “So what is it you want?” I asked, turning the question on them both and wondering if they could hear the pounding of my heart, because it was deafening for me.

  Jason’s eyebrows furrowed. “You here. Under me.”

  “Ug,” I quipped, then let him see my grin.

  “I’m willing to share,” Robert said. “I want us getting closer.”

  “You wanna see where this goes?” Relief and giddy excitement sent heat straight to my cheeks. “I’m okay with that. It’ll give us time to see if it can work.”

  Jason cupped my breast and scooted closer. “Through talking?”