by Trina Lane
“So beautiful,” Vic whispered.
Miranda’s body went lax and she leant back into Chase’s embrace. Her eyes flew open when heat covered her left nipple and an insistent tug pulled at the hardened protrusion. Miranda felt the residual echoes of the suction in the deepest core of her body.
“Oh, God. That…that feels…”
“Good, honey?” Chase whispered. “Tell me. What does Vic’s mouth on your sweet pert nipples do to you?”
“I feel all warm.”
“You know what I feel looking over your shoulder as I watch the man I love feast on your magnificent breasts?” Chase rubbed his finger back and forth on the underside of Miranda’s breasts. His thumb traced Vic’s lips now wrapped around the nipple on Miranda’s right mound. “I feel as though my heart may explode, it’s beating so quickly. I wish it were my lips wrapped around those pert nipples.” He rolled the abandoned nub between his thumb and finger. “They’re blushing and damp from Vic’s mouth. I want to throw you on the bed, and watch you writhe in pleasure as we force you to be at the mercy of our lips and tongues and teeth and, yes, sweetheart, our cocks as well. I want to hear you scream in pleasure, claw our bodies with those delicate nails and cry out our names as you explode into a million pieces. I plan on burning every moment we spend together this night into my memory for all time to come.”
Chase’s hands left her breasts and traced the curves of her body till they rested on her hips. A few gentle pushes and Miranda’s dress fell to the floor.
Vic straightened. “Step out, princess.”
Miranda did and moved into Vic’s arms. She heard a rustle behind her and assumed Chase was removing his clothes. She was tempted to look over her shoulder and watch the show, but Vic’s hand threaded into the hair at the base of her neck and merged their mouths together, while their bodies collided. Her breasts, already sensitive from Vic’s mouth, brushed over the crisp hairs on Vic’s chest. The sensation made Miranda want to rub against him. Little sparks of pleasure rippled up and down her body.
Chase’s hands slid between her and Vic’s bodies. Miranda opened her eyes and saw Chase behind Vic. Chase dropped a kiss on the back of Vic’s neck. A piece of dark blond hair fell across his brow. A flush of arousal blossomed across his cheekbones. The bare skin of Chase’s shoulders peeked over the top of Vic’s. Miranda wanted to dig her fingers into the firm skin, close her mouth over the protrusion of his collar bone and suck up a mark so the world would recognise her mark on this magnificent man.
Chase’s hands smoothly undid the buckle at Vic’s waist then opened the trousers. Miranda felt one of Chase’s hands slip inside Vic’s pants. A low moan from Vic brought Miranda’s gaze to his face, and the expression of pleasure that crossed his face gave Miranda an idea of exactly what Chase’s busy hand was doing down there. She wanted to look down see the evidence of Vic’s passion first-hand, but her eyes refused to move lower than his face.
Chase’s head dropped out of sight, and Miranda peeked around Vic’s body to see him kneel behind Vic. Vic’s pants and underwear were slowly pulled down, and length of his erection fell towards Miranda’s stomach.
Vic gasped and clutched their bodies together. “Oh God!” He keened and rubbed against Miranda. “Warn…oh fuck…warn a guy before you do that.”
Vic buried his hand in Miranda’s hair and took her mouth in an explosive kiss. His tongue thrust inside and his hips alternately pushed into Miranda’s stomach then backwards. Vic’s large hands cupped her rear and lifted her up against him. The heat of Vic’s penis seared the skin of her belly. He felt large, certainly larger than her ex-husband. Which brought to mind the question—was Vic the norm or a deviation thereof? A low growl rumbled in Vic’s chest and his fingertips dug into the globes of Miranda’s butt. Her mind spun out of control and her arms wrapped around Vic’s neck, needing some type of anchor in the storm raging through her body.
Vic pulled back from Miranda’s kiss, breathing heavily. “Are you okay, princess?”
Miranda nodded and shuffled on the balls of her feet. “What…” She swallowed. “What did he do to you? What made you so excited?”
Chase stood and came around Vic and Miranda. He moved behind Miranda and put his hands on her shoulders. “I kissed him, honey.”
“But how, when we…”
She gasped and looked to Vic for confirmation. His dark head nodded, and Miranda felt as if she were a complete idiot. Of course, she knew in theory how men made love to each other, but she hadn’t thought everything through apparently.
“You liked that?”
“I love when Chase rims me. His tongue is so slick and hot as it glides across my rosebud. His lips and teeth suck and nibble on my hole, sending sparks arc through my body. When he bends me over and actually gets his tongue inside, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. And he loves it too. Chase is very oral. Aren’t you, babe?”
Chase let his lips skim down the column of Miranda’s neck. “I am. I can’t wait to taste you, honey. Your sweet juices spilling from your body into my mouth and down my chin. I want to lap at your clit and feel it swell against my tongue. I want to hear you scream as your hungry little pussy vibrates against my face when you come.”
“Holy shit,” Miranda whispered. Her vagina pulsed as if it understood Chase’s deep hypnotic words. Her panties were soaked by her arousal.
“You’ve never had a man take such pleasure from feasting on you as Chase will.”
“I’ve never had a man feast on me,” Miranda mumbled. She nibbled on her lower lip. Vic tilted her chin up and searched her eyes for a moment. Miranda wanted to squirm under his scrutiny, but forced herself to stand still and meet his gaze.
“You’ve never had a lover go down on you?”
Heat infused Miranda’s face and she was eternally glad for the low light of Vic’s bedroom. Her eyes darted over his shoulder then towards the door leading out to the living room.
Chase slipped his fingers beneath the top edge of Miranda’s panties. “Honey?”
Miranda whimpered when Chase’s fingertips played at the very top of her slit. “No! Okay? I’ve only ever slept with one man. My ex, and he…he…it was…”
Vic smoothed his hand over the top of Miranda’s head. “Shh. It’s okay, princess. That’s all over now. Chase and I are going to take good care of you.”
Chase knelt behind her and slid her panties down her legs. Miranda closed her eyes and tilted her head back when Vic palmed her breast and gently tugged on her nipple. She let out a low moan when Chase’s lips brushed against her lower back. Chase’s hand encircled her ankle and Miranda lifted her foot out of the scrap of elastic and satin. She lifted out the other leg while Chase’s lips touched the back of her knee. It buckled, and she fell into Vic’s arms.
Vic swung Miranda up into his arms. She stiffened in his arms, fearful that she’d be too heavy, and Vic would either drop her or stumble, but with easy steps he crossed over to the edge of the bed and laid her down gently. Vic climbed up on the mattress beside her. His body blocked the bedside light from hitting her eyes. He rested on his side, bracing his weight on his forearm. Miranda looked down and got the first sight of the erection that had pressed up against her. It stood tall against Vic’s flat, toned stomach, the skin of his penis a shade darker than the rest of his body and flushed with the blood that rushed through the interior, making it come to life. The head was round and plump. Miranda watched in fascination when Vic wrapped a hand around the base and stroked up the column, releasing a drop of clear fluid from the slit. Chase, who’d settled between Miranda’s legs, leant over and swiped the fluid away with his tongue. Vic hissed and held his penis out for Chase.
Chase wrapped his lips around the cap and Miranda saw his cheeks hollow. At that moment, Miranda wanted almost nothing more than to know exactly how Vic tasted. If Chase’s expression was anything to go by, Vic was delicious.
“You like seeing Chase suck my cock, princess?”
She nodde
d. Her eyes were unable to move away from the sight. Miranda had never thought of a man’s parts in such base terms, but Chase and Vic always referred to their cocks as though they were a almost a separate entity from the rest of them. She rolled the term around in her brain, and liked the way it sounded. She wanted cock. She wanted to feel a cock fill her…her pussy as they called it. She wanted to lick at the rounded head and taste both Vic’s and Chase’s essences. It was almost freeing to let go of her mental restrictions of how she’s been taught women should think and behave. Miranda imagined that the proper constrained spirit floated away, and an earthy nymph inhabited her body.
Chase lifted off Vic’s cock and came up over Miranda’s body. His weight settled on top of her and she sighed in pleasure. Chase braced his weight on his forearm and settled his pelvis into the cradle of Miranda’s hips. Chase’s cock rubbed between her thighs. Its length and girth made Miranda’s brain a tad nervous while her body simultaneously tingled in anticipation of the impressive organ filling all her cavities. Vic’s body heat radiated against her side and Chase’s transversed the barriers of their skin. Chase’s lips were wet as he brushed them against hers. Driven by instinct, she licked his lower lip. The electricity of their touch made every minute hair on her body stand and reach for Chase, as if begging for further connection. Chase tilted his head and their mouths connected. Through Chase’s kiss, Miranda tasted Vic. In that moment, the three of them were truly one. Her arms wrapped beneath Chase’s arms and around his back. She arched up into the kiss, and her fingers traced the curve of his spine. Chase shivered and deepened their kiss. Miranda sank into the sea of sensations and let her mind float on the pleasure. Her hand encountered another and Vic linked their fingers as they stroked Chase together.
Miranda opened her eyes when Chase pulled away from their kiss. She looked over at the other man who shared the bed.
“You’re beautiful together. Your dark hair fanned out across my pillows contrasts perfectly to Chase’s lighter shade when your heads come together. His larger body covers yours as though he’s enveloping you in sensuality and protection. The sight of your small soft hands skimming his firm resilient muscles will be burned into my mind for eternity.”
Chase looked to his left and shared a kiss with Vic. Miranda watched as the two men revelled in their bond. It may have been a little narcissistic but part of Miranda felt as though by agreeing to become a part of their partnership, she’d managed to bring the two men closer together. If nothing more came of her time with them, she hoped this situation deepened Vic and Chase’s love for each other. They were perfect for one another, and Miranda was more thankful than she could adequately express that they allowed her to share in their private lives. That the two men had given her the opportunity to get to know them on a more intimate level than would have been possible if strictly relegated to colleagues.
A finger smoothed back a tendril of hair that had slipped low over her forehead, and Miranda blinked out of the mind drift that had taken hold of her.
“Where did you go, princess?”
She smiled as she met their concerned gazes. “Nowhere unpleasant.” She tightened her arms around Chase and tilted her head up to place a little kiss on the underside of his chin. Their eyes softened and she saw both men let out a collective breath. Chase slid down her body, leaving a trail of tender kisses along the way. When he settled back between her legs, Miranda stared at the top of his head. His hands pressed her thighs apart, and she suddenly became very self conscious. Chase had a front row seat to Miranda’s most private parts, and her muscles tensed as she waited for the verdict.
Miranda’s pulse pounded in her ears, but she managed to hear Vic ask, “Tell me, Chase, how beautiful is our princess’ little pussy?” Vic’s voice was deep and husky, the need obvious as the sound rasped over her skin.
The sound that escaped from Chase sounded almost purr-like. His head moved closer. So close that Miranda felt a puff of air against her soaking wet folds. She’d never been like that before. Even from her position up on the pillows she scented her own arousal. Would it disgust Chase? She’d heard and read that men didn’t always enjoy the intimate smells of a woman. Drew had expressed his distaste on more than one occasion.
Her muscles tensed as the silence continued. She sensed Chase’s eyes trained on her, and couldn’t take it another second. She turned her head away from the scene on the bed and stared at the far wall. She tried to close her legs, but Chase’s hands exerted enough pressure on the sensitive surface of her inner thighs to prevent the movement.
Vic cupped Miranda’s cheek and pulled her face around. “What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t do anything other than stare and concentrate on trying not to let tears fill her eyes, or her breath hitch with disappointment. She knew things had been too good up till now. It was at this moment that she always seemed to lose whatever attraction she’d held for men who’d come into her life. Which was why she’d been so afraid to open herself back up to another man. Allowing that kind of vulnerability in her life had hurt her before, but this time with these men, she feared that their rejection may actually destroy her. With Drew she’d managed to hold onto a small part of her herself, but with Vic and Chase she allowed her barriers to fall and now not only was her heart exposed without protection to their spears, but her psyche was one small insult away from shattering into a million pieces.
One finger slid through her slippery swollen flesh, circled her opening slowly then flicked back up to twist around her engorged clit.
“Aw, God damn Vic. She’s so sweet smelling, wet and hot. I predict she’s going to burn us alive, but we’ll die experiencing pleasure unlike anything we’ve ever imagined.”
Miranda’s gaze flew down to Chase, and she was struck by the heat blasting her from within the electric blue orbs. Their stare held as his finger rimmed the edge of her vulva then pushed the thick digit into her channel. Miranda couldn’t maintain the look and her head fell back with a cry. It was the first time she’d experienced any kind of intimate touch inside her pussy in over a year. And the kinds of touches she’d experienced before held nothing to this. This was pleasure. True pleasure. Oh God! Her insides clamped down on Chase’s finger, trying to hold it within her for all time.
Chase moaned and pumped his finger Miranda’s walls, rippling with need. “Fuck Vic, you have to feel this. She’s so silky and soaking wet. And tight. God damn is she tight.”
A pair of lips captured her nipple and Miranda jolted when another finger massaged her clit then dipped down to trace her folds. It explored for a second, skimming around the base of Chase’s finger then pushed its way inside beneath the digit already lodged deep inside her. They were both inside her and the full penetration and width of their touch stretched her tissues to point of the most perfect burn. A surge of cream flooded from her womb. They pressed deeper and Miranda actually felt their fingers twist together inside her. Their fingers moved together through her spasming tunnel.
Vic sucked deeply on her nipple and Miranda was helpless to the vibrations rippling throughout her body. Her hips rolled as she tried to get closer, but Chase’s other hand held her stomach down. Miranda climbed higher and higher. She was on a journey without end, but with each progressive step she knew she somehow got closer to the ultimate destination. A warm wet tongue flicked at her clit then a pair of lips surrounded the pulsating nub and sucked. One man nursed on her breast and the other at her clit, their motions so in sync Miranda felt as though the two were tethered together from one source. Their fingers rubbed against a spot high inside her and she nearly fell over the edge of the pathway she imagined in her head. The fingers left and Miranda was left empty, instantly missing the possession she’d been so nervous to accept.
Chase’s hand captured her hips and Miranda felt the evidence of her pleasure dampen her skin. His tongue set to exploring every ridge and valley of her pussy with determination and exquisite attention to detail. It was better
than she’d ever imagined. Vic moved to the other breast. His fingers picked up where his mouth had left and rolled the abandoned swollen hill. One hand held on to the back of Vic’s head and Miranda’s other buried itself in Chase’s strands.
Chase suddenly pressed his face deep into her flesh and his tongue speared into her vaginal opening. He ate at her as if he were starving. He stroked and suckled, deep hungry growls vibrating against her slick flesh. His lips and tongue worked together as implements of sensual torment. Vic’s head lifted from her breast, and Miranda opened her eyes long enough to watch him stare at Chase’s head buried between her thighs.
“That is so fucking sexy.”
Miranda’s body tightened. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” Her fingers dug into Vic’s shoulders, her nails no doubt leaving tiny half moons in his skin. Pressure built inside her and she knew if something didn’t break, she’d explode from within.
Vic cupped her cheek and Miranda turned into the touch. She panted and cried out when Chase thrust his finger inside her again, finding some spot that made all the nerves in her body dance. Her eyes flew open and caught Vic’s, begging him silently for help.
“It’s okay, princess. Let it happen. Don’t fight the pleasure, let it consume you.”
She had no idea what Vic was talking about, but his heat-filled gaze and soft reassuring touches let her relax enough that when Chase once again pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked, she felt something inside her burst. With a wrenching sob, she clenched her eyes shut and lights burst behind her eyelids. The pressure that had threatened to squeeze her guts rushed from her body in a violent explosion. A gush of fluid escaped her body and Miranda cried out. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes with the pleasure crashing over her in waves. Her body trembled, eventually sinking into the mattress when her muscles no longer held her rigid in ecstasy.
