by Rhian Cahill
She swallowed, her throat milking him of every drop of come he had. He thought he called her name but his ears were thumping and his mind had gone completely blank for a split second so he couldn’t be sure of anything.
Ethan dropped to sit on his heels, his cock sliding from her still sucking mouth to leave a trail of come dripping down her chin. He reached over and swiped the stream of fluid with his thumb, pushing it between her lips so she didn’t lose it. She greedily lapped it up before collapsing against him.
Finn still held her hips, his cock still firmly embedded in her cunt, his forehead resting on her spine while his breath sawed in and out of his chest. Ethan could relate. He’d come harder than he ever had. Twice. And he’d be an idiot to not know it was because of the woman breathing heavily on his chest.
He grinned. The kind of grin that said he’d won the prize. And when Finn finally raised his head, he wore a matching one.
God. She was such a ho. She’d revelled in Ethan’s dirty talk. Creamed herself when Finn had slammed into her that first time. And now, she’d come with her own hand while they fucked her pussy and mouth.
And she wanted more.
So much more.
She’d lost count of how many times she’d come. Not that it mattered. With each orgasm she craved another. And another. She couldn’t seem to get enough.
What if she never got her fill of them?
What if after tonight they never wanted to touch her again?
What if they did?
Kitty hadn’t thought beyond here. Hadn’t once thought she’d actually be here. Not really. Sure, she’d fantasised about it. Too often to count. But when it came down to bare-bones truth she hadn’t dared believe they’d want her the way she wanted them.
Except they did.
And how.
She shivered. Memory delivered a delicious thrill that rolled over her with such force she might as well still be living the moment.
“Cold?” Ethan asked.
Kitty shook her head.
“We should get out anyway. The water’s going cold even if you aren’t.” Finn smoothed his hand over her bottom as he pulled his semi-erect cock out of her.
Her pussy rippled with pleasure as the hard length slid over enflamed tissues. She moaned, pushing her hips backwards and chasing after the pleasure once more.
God. She really was a ho.
She’d never been like this with any other man. She couldn’t decide if it was because there were two of them and therefore the pleasure was doubled, or if it was just them. Her gut told her it was the latter, but that meant she’d never feel this level of bliss again once they were done with her.
And they would be done.
Kitty knew the score. No woman lasted longer than a couple of weeks at most. The majority no more than a weekend. The question was could she live with it once they’d had enough of her.
Could she watch them move on to the next woman?
She shuddered at the thought. Her stomach cramped tight as a lump grew in her throat. She’d never survive that. After having them inside her she couldn’t bear to watch them with her replacement. There was no question. In her mind there was only one solution.
When they were done with her she’d have to quit her job.
Chapter Five
Ethan wasn’t sure what had happened. At some point between getting out of the tub and now—five minutes tops—Kelly had closed herself off. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly when the change had occurred, and outwardly she appeared the same—except her eyes. Her eyes had lost their sparkle. Something had caused their brightness to dim and he wanted to obliterate whatever it was and see them glow again. See them flash with her need and excitement.
She hadn’t said a word.
She’d put her hands in his and let him help her from the bath. There had been no argument when Finn had wrapped a towel around her or when they’d rubbed the soft cotton over every inch of her. It was like dealing with a mannequin—an emotionless dummy they could move at will. When they’d finished drying her, Ethan had handed her a fresh towel for her hair while he and Finn took care of themselves.
And still there were no words.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to get close to her again.
Moving up beside her, he picked up a thin rope of her hair and rolled the wet strands between his thumb and fingers. Even waterlogged, he could feel the silky-smooth texture. She always wore it up at work, and when he’d first seen her tonight with the dark mass draping her shoulders—the long ends playing peek-a-boo with her breasts—he’d wanted to tangle his fingers in it—feel it brushing against his skin.
“I never realised how long your hair is,” Ethan murmured as he did exactly as he’d wanted—tangled his fingers in the damp length.
She turned her head towards him. “It needs a cut.”
“No.” He used his grip to tug her face closer to his. “Don’t cut it. I like it long. I can use it to do this.” Ethan tightened his hold and pulled her in those last few inches to plant his mouth on hers—swallowing her gasp as he did.
He went slowly even though everything inside him screamed to dive right in. Taking his time, he left no millimetre of her mouth unexplored. Starting with her lips. She let him lick her—learn the contours, the lushness, the sweet taste of her. And when he was satisfied he’d mapped everything there, he went deeper.
With a bold stroke, he pressed his tongue between her lips and slid it along the edge of her teeth. She opened for him and a soft moan slipped up her throat when he dove into the dark depths of her mouth. Her tongue joined his. Warm and wet, their tongues danced and their breaths mingled. It was slick heat and it oozed through his veins like melted chocolate, coating everything in a sticky-sweet indulgence that bombarded his senses.
“Mmm.” Kelly hummed into his mouth and Ethan had to fight for control as the sound vibrated over his nerves, tightened his chest and centred in his groin.
He had to have her.
Again.
She made him ravenous—insatiable. Already blood filled his dick, and in spite of the number of times he’d come or how recently, his balls were tucking up into his body, preparing to unload another sacful of come.
Ethan tore his mouth from hers. “Fuck, you’re addictive.” He scooped her up in his arms and headed into the bedroom.
“Put me down.” In opposition to her words, Kelly’s slid her arms around his neck, curled her fingers into his hair.
“Your wish is my command.” Ethan tossed her on the bed and followed her down. He caged her beneath him, plastered his body to the front of hers so he covered every inch of her. His cock nestled perfectly against her cunt and he rocked his hips, the urge to sink inside her slashing at his control. “Is this what you meant?”
Kelly giggled—a sound he’d never heard from her before but decided he’d like to hear again and again. “Not quite.”
“But it’ll do, right?” Ethan held his breath. After two years of knowing Kelly, he’d become pretty good at judging her moods, and if he was reading her right she’d been on the verge of running out the door.
Again.
Her eyes searched his before darting to the left. Ethan turned and found Finn stretched out on the bed facing them, his head propped on one hand. Confident Kelly wasn’t going anywhere at the moment, Ethan slid to the side, but he kept one leg over hers just in case.
“What’s going through that sharp mind of yours?” Finn asked.
Ethan recognised the creases winkling his friend’s brow as worry and was relieved to know he wasn’t alone in his concern. “Did we hurt you?” he asked. He was pretty sure they hadn’t, but right now he needed reassurance—needed to hear Kelly confirm it.
“What?” Her gaze zoomed back to his. “No. Why would you even think that?”
He glanced at Finn who gave a slight nod. “You’ve shut down on us. Something had to have caused that.”
Kelly’s eyelids lowered and she sank her top teet
h into her bottom lip. She rolled the plump flesh in and out until it glowed bright red.
“Stop.” Ethan used his index finger to pull her lip free. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” He didn’t add that her nibbling on the thing made him hornier, although she couldn’t miss the hard-on he had pressed into her hip.
“Talk to us, Kitty,” Finn urged.
“I…um…” Her gaze bounced between them. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”
Ethan grinned. “You’re not supposed to do anything. There’s no plan to these things.”
“Ethan’s right. All you have to do is what feels good.” Finn leaned over her, hovering his mouth above her left breast. “And right now this is what feels good to me.”
Ethan watched Finn take Kelly’s taut nipple between his teeth. Finn closed his lips around the peak and sucked hard. A good two inches of her supple boob disappeared into his friend’s mouth.
Not one to be left out of the fun, Ethan dipped his head and took her other breast into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the puckered skin. Dragging his teeth over the sensitive tip, he closed his eyes and suckled the sweetest tit he’d had the pleasure of tasting.
Kelly writhed under them. She smoothed her hand over his head, digging her fingers into his scalp when he increased his suction. Ethan opened his eyes to see she had her other hand gripping Finn’s head. The sight of a woman touching his best friend always turned him on, but seeing Kelly with Finn gave him a thrill on a completely different level.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take things slow. His cock pulsed with urgent need and he couldn’t stop the instinctual thrusting of his hips. Sucking harder, he pressed her nipple between the roof of his mouth and tongue and sucked in a pulsing rhythm that matched the flex of his hips.
She moaned and that small sound of pleasure was enough to rip away the ropes of restraint he’d lashed around his need.
Ethan let go of her tit and shoved at Finn’s shoulder. “Off.”
It was only through years of experience—years of shared erotic encounters—that Finn knew what he wanted. Moving aside, his friend raised an eyebrow and waited for Ethan to take the lead.
He wrapped his hands around Kelly’s waist and rolled to his back, taking her with him. Finn was quick to help move her into place, and in seconds they had her hot cunt suspended above Ethan’s straining cock.
All gentleness had left him. In its wake was pure animal desperation that ate at his insides like acid. He couldn’t wait another second. His hips came off the bed as he pulled Kelly down over him.
He drove his cock into her in one hard plunge that had them both gasping for breath. She cried out, digging her fingers into his chest.
Finn moved in behind her, and if Kelly’s gaspy moan wasn’t a clue, the fingers Ethan could feel rubbing against his cock through the thin membrane between her cunt and arse was.
It was time to double up.
Excitement and fear raced through her. Kitty knew what was about to happen—was sure she’d never be able to give them what they wanted—but she didn’t stop them. Couldn’t. The urge to run crawling through her belly was overshadowed by the bone-deep need to feel them both inside her—together. It was what she’d wanted. To experience the full impact of these two men in more than her fantasies.
Finn splayed a hand on her spine between her shoulder blades and pushed her down. Ethan opened his arms and pulled her close. Her breasts were squashed against his chest and she tucked her face into the side of his neck. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything except concentrate on not tightening up—on letting them have their way.
Ethan set a rhythm, rocking his hips, moving his length in and out of her pussy no more than an inch either way. It was enough to drive her crazy. Add in Finn’s cool, wet fingers probing the sensitive puckered skin of her anus and it wouldn’t surprise her if she went completely out of her mind before Finn thrust his cock inside her.
“Please,” she begged. She wanted to feel them filling her—needed to have them both inside her. “Finn. Ethan.”
“Easy, Kelly, Finn needs to get you ready.”
“No.” Kitty rolled her pelvis, rode Ethan’s cock and Finn’s hand in desperate need. “Now.”
She gripped Ethan’s biceps. Dug her nails into the hard muscles and tried to drag him closer. Kitty wasn’t sure if it was her words or her actions that spurred them on, but suddenly Ethan was moving beneath her and Finn was pressing in behind her.
Surrounded. She held her breath. Waited for that moment when they’d claim her together.
Ethan pulled almost all the way out and a groan tore from her chest only to be replaced with a moan when Finn thrust his cock inside her. He filled her up. Bigger than Ethan, he stretched her to the point of pain, but like the spanking he’d given her earlier, the sharpness quickly morphed into an ache that made her crave more.
Finn pulled out and Kitty tried to follow, but Ethan drove his cock back into her. She gasped for breath when he withdrew before she could enjoy the feel of him inside. And then Finn was filling her arse again. Withdrawing. Ethan thrust in. Pulled out. Finn. Ethan.
In, out.
In, out.
Then the pace changed.
Ethan plunged into her as Finn pulled out.
Finn driving in while Ethan retreated.
In and out.
Out and in.
Caught between their pistoning hips, Kitty could only hold on. They pounded into her, their cocks moving against each other as they sought release. Pushed her towards hers.
Kitty thought she’d never get there.
She was poised on the edge, ready to fly off, except something held her back. Rocking her hips, she drove herself on and off their cocks as she tried to reach the orgasm brushing against her—teasing her with its nearness.
Ethan grabbed her hips. “Now.”
There was no time to ask now what or work out what he meant.
They surged into her as one and Kitty’s world imploded.
The orgasm just out of reach slammed into her.
She thrashed and bucked between them. Her body rode the waves of pleasure bursting through her. Muscles seized. Every part of her froze for a split second before a second orgasm crashed over her.
Kitty lost track of time and space. Pleasure so great she ached from head to toe filled her. She vaguely heard their grunts and groans. Vaguely registered they continued to pound into her. Her mind floated in a thick numbing fog and her body melted, muscle and bone going softer than wet noodles.
Ethan dug his hands into her hips. Her name flung from his chest on a harsh breath as he drove his length as deep as he could and held there. A second later, Finn growled her name in her ear, his cock buried so far inside her Kitty could feel his balls pressing into the tender skin between her two openings. He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged in her ear, a hot wash of air bathing the side of her neck.
She struggled to breathe, struggled to think beyond the numbness. But it was no use. They’d drained her of everything. And if she hadn’t known it before, she knew it now.
They’d taken her heart as well.
Finn lay in the dark, staring at a ceiling he couldn’t see. There was no filtered moonlight through windows. No glow of an alarm clock. They’d designed the room to be dark—day or night—because in the dark it was easier to keep their sexual encounters anonymous. If they could barely see the woman they were fucking then they couldn’t see the emotions the carnal acts they liked to participate in produced.
No strings sex.
It was the way he liked it.
Until now.
Now he wanted to rip off the blackout shutters, turn on the overhead light and drag every lamp in the house into the room and plug them in so he could see all there was to see written on Kitty’s face—in her eyes. He wanted—needed—to know she’d fallen as far as him.
After they’d taken her together, Finn had seen the
naked truth staring at him from his best friend’s eyes. They’d fallen in love with Kelly Owens and she didn’t have a clue. She’d seen them take and discard women, and Finn had the horrible suspicion she thought they’d treat her the same. And he couldn’t blame her. Their previous actions told one hell of a story. One he couldn’t refute.
He scrubbed a hand down his face. If they couldn’t convince her she was different—not one of the many to come and go—she’d be walking away with more than his heart. She’d be taking his future.
He’d never thought in too much detail when he contemplated where he wanted to end up in life. Other than building the business with Ethan, the future had been a vague idea in the back of his mind. It took getting Kitty into their bed for it to solidify into a clear picture.
The three of them living together.
Having a family together.
Growing old together.
Those were the things he wanted.
And Finn wanted to start down that path now, only he feared Kitty would laugh in his face if he told her any of what he was thinking—feeling. Her soft breathing filled his ear and he smiled. He’d give anything to hear that sound every night. Give anything to fall asleep beside her at the end of every day—to open his eyes each morning and find her there.
“I can hear the wheels turning from here,” Ethan whispered from the other side of Kitty.
“Thought you were asleep too.”
“Nope. Kelly’s the only one getting any shuteye.”
Finn grinned. “Guess we wore her out.”
“Guess she’s not stressing about what happens now,” Ethan said.
The words wiped the smile from Finn’s face. He couldn’t lie still any longer. Being careful not to disturb Kitty, he rolled out of bed. “I need a drink.”
He made his way to the living room where they kept a well-stocked bar. Scotch was his drink of choice, and he poured himself half a tumbler from his best bottle.
“I’ll have one too,” Ethan appeared beside him.
Finn eyed his friend carefully. Scotch wasn’t Ethan’s usual drink, so Finn held up the bottle to be sure. At Ethan’s nod, Finn grabbed another glass and splashed in some the twenty-one-year-old amber liquid he favoured. “Any reason you’re drinking my alcohol?” Finn asked.
