by Zoey Marcel
Emmett passed her to Hunter for a kiss when he was done tonguing her mouth. She moaned in Hunter’s mouth when Emmett began to toy with her lax clitoris while Hunter groped her breasts. She splayed her fingers in Hunter’s chest hair and then slowly dragged her hand down his sternum, his abs, and then wrapped her palm and fingers around his stiff shaft that floated in the water from where it jutted out from his lap. Her action elicited a thankful groan from him and led to a deeper, rougher kiss.
Stroking him gently while kissing him, she also reached to the side for Emmett’s hard cock. Their erections burned her hand like cookies that had just come out of an oven, but their hot flesh was so jacked-up with lust, it felt like she was squeezing rocks covered in satin.
She let out little whimpering cries of ecstasy in Hunter’s mouth as she came. She felt the slick cream gracing her velvety folds despite the fact that her cunt was underwater.
“Stand up, angel. I want to taste you.” Hunter’s soft, breathy voice came out hoarse with need as he helped guide her to her feet.
A breathless wail escaped her when he pressed his lips against her naked mound in a sweet, intimate kiss. Her pussy throbbed in response. When he spread her labia and touched his lips to her swollen clitoris with the faintness of a whisper, the fleshy protrusion responded with an excited pulse.
She felt Emmett spreading her buttocks and squirting cold lubricant into her anus. Her gasp resulted in his hands tightening on her nether cheeks, and the seduction of Hunter’s mouth to quiet her.
“Shh.”
She purred at the way they held her still and tempted her with their hands and mouths while they quietly played with her and prepared her for their hard, aching cocks. Hunter’s tongue strummed through her slit in a salacious exploration while Emmett’s fingers introduced themselves to her tight sphincter.
Mellie’s sex felt swollen and hot. Her channel seeped a steady flow of desire in offering to Hunter’s mouth, letting him know badly she wanted him. He readily lapped up her sexual treat and then returned the favor by loving on her bulging clit. A gasping cry of need emerged and she couldn’t help cramming her mons against his face. His heady moan inflamed her and had her pussy aching to finish and be fucked, made love to.
Two of Emmett’s fingers scissored uncomfortably in her uncertain anal ring, but his ministrations proved convincing as they gradually loosened her up in preparation.
She gasped loudly when the finale came. Hunter’s soft, wet tongue sent her over the edge and ignited a euphoric fire that felt hard and savage—the stark opposite of the slippery muscle of flesh that controlled the explosion.
Emmett made a dirty sound of approval when her ass clenched repeatedly on his thrusting fingers. She sobbed with pleasure when the broad digits forged deeper into her hole, tearing down invisible barriers.
It was so personal and open to be in such a vulnerable, orgasmic state with a man’s mouth on her pussy, tasting her release while another man fucked her asshole with his fingers even as her anal walls shuddered around him. They knew her, body and soul, as she did them. She trusted them with that knowledge of her and cherished all she knew of them.
When the storm of physical enlightenment subsided, the calm that followed shook her up even more. Both men were fully erect and Emmett had sheathed his bloated cock already. The hunger and love in their eyes consumed her. They would make love to her.
She straddled Hunter’s lap, licking her lips at the sight of his own hand fisting the root of his penis. She felt his glans parting her damp, heated folds. Pressure followed. His girth intimidated her narrow entrance. The green fire in his eyes mingled with the possessive gray storm that said, “I want you, now.” The look burned her up inside.
Mellie pushed harder and impaled herself on his dick. Their impassioned moans joined and turned into heavy breathing when she sank down completely on his hot male flesh. He pulled her into his strong arms and held her close against his sturdy body. His skin baked against hers and she felt his belly moving gently with each breath he took. Her perky nipples hardened against the searing wall of his muscled chest. The hair that garnished the area titillated the nerves in her breast tissue. His body heat sizzled through her skin as her heavy breasts compressed against his strength.
Sharp tingles of awareness scattered through her when Emmett’s hands separated her ass cheeks and filled the void with his suited-up cock. The rubber tip slipped against her slicked-up anus, and the pressure he applied with his latex-sheathed erection felt artificial going in at first. Hot flesh felt better forging into her bottom, but a condom was less messy.
Oddly, she found she enjoyed the clinical feeling of being pierced by the condom. It was as if she was being probed by a giant gloved finger, like something medical had turned into something completely erotic.
The farther his dick wedged into her snug ring of muscles, the less she felt the sheath and the more the stretching burn supplanted it. She felt her vagina being squeezed tighter against Hunter’s inserted penis the deeper Emmett entered her. The urge to go flared on her G-spot as Hunter’s fleshy organ singed against the gland and bore down on it with tremendous pressure.
The trio panted and Mellie choked on her outcry of pain when Emmett shoved completely into her bowels with a painful pop. His silencing hand smoldered against her lips. The heat and roughness of his palm turned her on, but feeling water splash up and stream onto her face from his hand wasn’t pleasant. Still, there was something in being gotten wet and unable to do anything about it that gave her a light buzz of enjoyment.
Heavy breaths and quivering bodies was her X-rated reality in that torrid moment. The tender kisses and slow touches added a romantic element that made the encounter making love as much as it was raunchy fucking.
Both men moved inside her. One advanced in the orifice they occupied while the other retreated, each going in back and forth motions that drove all three of them crazy. She felt Hunter’s body against the front of her while Emmett’s muscular form rubbed against her from behind. They surrounded her and scalded her with their strong, masculine bodies.
Emmett’s fully erect cock brought her pain despite his vague gentility back there. It didn’t matter, though. Double penetration with such well-endowed men was always overwhelming. Even Hunter’s rigid length caused her discomfort at times, but it was worth it. Their filling thrusts that stretched her inner tissues brought her immense satisfaction that was out of this world.
She almost always had a vaginal orgasm when any of her men double penetrated her. The only time she didn’t was when they shot off quickly from overstimulation. She’d learned that if she wanted them to last longer during a threesome or a four-way, she either had to keep the penis play minimal before they entered her, or get them off ahead of time and then let them penetrate her once they recovered, that way they would last longer.
The slow movements made the session last a while. Her G-spot swelled and puffed up with lust against Hunter’s smoldering sex organ. Burning tingles sizzled in her ass with each sexual massage of Emmett’s penis against her inner walls.
The building pressure felt deeply sensual until it detonated into an energizing rush of fire. Her cunt exploded with ecstasy and sent the euphoric energy rippling through her. The heat suffusing throughout her body became deep, rolling waves of pleasure as her vagina submitted to their dominant thrusts deep inside her.
She felt them burrowing deep as her holes clung to them and she convulsed in their arms. A keen sense of vulnerability resulted. She felt as if they were penetrating her soul, seeing her naked and making her one with them as emotionally as they were physically.
Both men roared their releases. Their outcries sounded like they were being tortured with as much sexual bliss as she felt. Their fierce stabs inside her fucked the pain and pleasure deep into her quaking body. Hunter’s pulsating jets of semen burned her tissues with private knowledge that ratcheted her high and quieted her spirit.
All three panted hard and slumped agai
nst each other as the post-orgasmic tremors rocked through their spent bodies. They comforted her. With their soothing words and their healing touches they reminded her how deeply she was loved, how desperately she was wanted and needed.
* * * *
After a lascivious bubble bath with them, Melanie walked back into their hotel room wrapped in a towel to grab the clothes she’d forgotten to bring into the bathroom with her. She noticed her cell phone was buzzing. Her cowboys had taken her cell away from her after she’d been called by the stalker recently, but she was with them now and didn’t want to miss a call from her sister.
Mellie saw that the number was blocked when she answered it. “Hello?”
“I got him,” a dusky voice informed her.
The blood chilled in her veins. “Who is this?”
“Have you talked with Greyson in a while? Are you sure he’s safe?”
Her scalp prickled with dread and an unwell feeling settled in her gut. “What did you do to him?”
“Have you fucked him yet?”
Her eyes watered like a spring. It surprised her how afraid she was for her crabby boss’s well being. “No.”
“You’re missing out.”
“Did you rape him?” she whispered with her eyes squeezed shut.
A pause came from the other end. “Not tonight.”
His former comment suggested that there had been another night. The words were a chilling spray of shock. She felt the crippling blow in the pit of her stomach and had to wrap an arm over her suddenly hollow midsection.
“You should see the scar I left on his inner thigh years ago. I cut him so he would never forget who he belongs to. I bet you it’s still there.”
She made her voice ugly. “What did you do to him?”
“Don’t raise your voice to me, bitch. You brought doom on those ranchers the hour you decided to go from nun to whore.” His tone turned lethal. “I made you a woman, L.D. I fucking own you.”
Her mouth fell open and for a few seconds she was speechless. “Saul?”
There was a pause on the other end. “Yeah, L.D., it’s me.”
“How did you get out?”
“I told you before I’m the devil’s son. They were right about me.”
She swallowed and reached for the nightstand to brace herself. “Did you kill Greyson?”
“He’s alive…for now. If you want those cowboys to live, you’d better close your goddamned legs.”
He hung up and then she did and dialed 911.
Hunter and Emmett came in, apparently out of the bath.
“What’s wrong, angel?” Hunter asked.
“Something happened to Greyson. I know who the stalker is.”
“Who is it?” Emmett demanded.
“My first boyfriend.”
* * * *
The brief flight home felt like a life sentence. When they finally got to the hospital in Rapid City, Emmett and Hunter rushed into Greyson’s room to see him. Mellie paused out in the hall with Diego when he pulled her aside.
“Is he okay?”
Diego looked weary and distraught. “He’s fine. A few days rest, stitches out in ten days or so. He’ll be in pain for a while, but he can still walk.”
“Did he say what happened?”
“No, but I know him. He was likely indulging his autassassinophilia.”
“What is that?”
“A person who gets aroused by the idea of dying or being in dangerous situations.”
She gaped at him. “You think he wanted this to happen?”
“He’s done things like this before. I’m not sure why he drove so far just for that.”
She cringed. “The stalker called me. His name is Saul. He was my first boyfriend. It’s the same man who’s after me. I already called the police.”
Diego appeared concerned and stroked her arm. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
“Good. Why did he call you?”
“To tell me that he hurt Greyson.”
Diego’s face turned deadly. “He planned this?”
She nodded.
“That still doesn’t explain what Greyson was doing in this city. I checked his cell phone, but I didn’t see any texts from anyone suspicious.”
“I think Greyson knows Saul. I don’t know how, but Saul made it sound that way.”
Diego stiffened. “I think he might be the man in those e-mails. I didn’t get a chance to read them all. He and Greyson exchanged e-mails years ago. It was a sort of online dirty talk. I didn’t think they’d ever met.”
“Do you think they’re lovers?”
His jaw firmed and his countenance darkened. “No. Greyson’s not that kind.”
“Maybe Greyson thought they were friends and Saul tricked him into coming here so he could hurt him.”
“Maybe, or maybe he agreed to meet with Saul because he wanted someone to hurt him.”
The implication startled her. “Why would anyone do that?”
Diego’s dark eyes glistened as he ran a hand down his face. “You don’t know Greyson. I’ve been sitting here for hours trying to remember a time when he wasn’t trying to get himself killed or needing to put his life in jeopardy to get off. Then it hit me. He wasn’t like this before his mother died. He used to thrill seek some, but not to the point of putting his life on the line.”
“He’s grieving his mother?”
Diego began pacing. “He started drinking after her death and upped the thrill seeking a bit, but it still wasn’t anything like the risks he takes now. Back then he wanted danger with the assurance that he would survive. Now it’s like he doesn’t care.”
“Is he trying to kill himself?”
“No. A turn-on might be part of the reason he does this, but it’s more than that. I think he’s depressed. Things really got out of control a decade ago. He came back from a trip alone and seemed different. Right after that he met that woman Tasha online and proposed to her so quickly his father thought he was insane. We all did, in truth.”
Mellie shrugged. “Maybe it was love at first sight…or e-mail.”
“No. He was different toward me, distant, confused…afraid. Something happened to him on that trip.”
She almost said what was on her mind, but out of respect for Greyson’s privacy, she kept quiet. If she discussed this with anyone it should be with him. She intended to ask him about his history with Saul, but not until the appropriate time. Betraying a secret he was likely ashamed of and humiliated by wouldn’t be respectful.
Diego stopped walking as if he’d had an epiphany. “It’s not a paraphilia.”
“It’s not?”
“No. He only gets like this when he’s depressed or bothered by something. When he’s happy, he doesn’t put his life in danger.”
“When is he happy?”
His pitch mellowed. “When I’m with him.”
She wondered if she imagined the feeling in Diego’s tranquil inflection. The way he turned suddenly and strode toward her caught her off guard. He placed his hands on her firmly with an ardent expression on his face.
“Heal him.”
“What?”
“The only thing he desires more than the thrills is the submission of a good woman.”
A spike impaled her from somewhere inside. She didn’t know if it was trepidation or excitement.
“Her pain, her pleasure—complete submission to his will and adoration for him as her Dominant. If he had such a woman who could accept him as he is and make him whole, he would be happy and complete.” Diego’s serious look became a pleading one. “He would relinquish this death obsession. I know he would. The other women couldn’t get through to him.”
“Then what makes you think I can?”
“Because you’re different. You’re the epitome of submission, and you’re sweet and patient. You have the desire to heal others and sacrifice your own needs to meet theirs. He’s never had a woman like that before. He notices you. He gets hard for you
. You’re on his mind more than you realize.”
She felt warm, flattered, and uncertain.
“Melanie, you could be the one to fix him. I know you are. I have done what I can. I tried indulging his madness and forbidding him to risk his life. They worked for a time, but he’s incomplete. He needs a woman. You’re that woman, Melanie.”
She met his eyes, alarmed by the consideration that floated to her lips. “What if I can’t handle him?”
“Give him your pain or your full submission. If you meet him even halfway you’ll win him over.” Diego angled her chin and trapped her with his encouraging gaze. “But you will be able to give him everything he needs. I know you will. You’re perfect for him, dolce, for all of us.”
Mellie couldn’t stop trembling, but there was a strong sense of rightness that followed his adamant words. Somewhere from within, she found courage and nodded.
He smiled and then pressed a thankful kiss to her forehead. “You touched my soul, little submissive. I know you can reach his. He needs us both to save him from himself.”
At least she and Greyson were fighting the same demon in their pasts. That would give them some common ground.
Still, he was the last O’Neil she wanted to be open with. Hell, she’d rather spill her guts and fears to jolly, good-natured Herschel rather than confess her insecurities to Greyson. Certainly she wanted to save him and have him open up to her, but she had a feeling he would require it of her as well, and that scared her. He struck her as a man who would make her face her fears and force her to tell him her darkest secrets. He would strip her naked down to her soul and know her, own her, and teach her things about herself and him that scared her.
There was darkness in him that made her want to run from him even as his brokenness that managed to pierce through his hard shell made her want to hold him. She could see him bringing her to tears with his probing questions and his sadism.
But there were times when she caught the silent screams and unshed tears in his eyes that she could see herself falling at his feet and sucking his cock as she bathed it in her tears of empathy. She could almost feel the anguish leaving his body as she fought off his past horrors with her mouth and chased away his loneliness with her touch. She could feel his body shake, hear his final cry of release as he let it all go and just felt, became one with her.
