by Lacey Thorn
The way he said that made her think he meant more than just sexually. Sex was a given at this point. Her bag more than indicated her willingness to indulge in sex play. She thought of Mitch waiting for them at their house. Heaven help her, she was so wet her panties would need wringing out when she finally slipped out of them.
Tanner held the door open to his truck and helped her climb into the cab. “Ready?”
She knew what he was doing. Giving her a chance to change her mind. To run and hide if that was what she wanted. But it wasn’t. She wanted him. She wanted Mitch. She wanted a night to remember for the rest of her life. She might be crazy. Hell, she probably was. But her sixth sense wasn’t screaming at her to run. In fact, she was so primed and ready she might orgasm from just her imagination.
She was more than ready. She nodded and watched as he shut the door and walked around the front of the truck to the driver’s side. It was time to fulfill a few fantasies.
Chapter Three
Tanner felt like his dick was going to burst his zipper. The smell of coconut and whatever perfume she used filled the cab of his truck. He knew what he planned to have for dessert. He’d always loved coconut. Coconut cream pie was his favorite.
He was usually more cautious when it came to women and sex. He was a member of a small town police force. You had to be careful, always watch what you said and did. But rumors flew anyways. Besides, there was just something about her, and his instincts were never wrong. Hell, instincts played a huge role in his job. So he trusted them.
Right now, they were screaming at him to pull over and fuck her until neither of them could stand. But he had to keep driving. Mitch was waiting for them, manning the kitchen, so that dinner would be ready when he arrived with Mandy. By the time they finished eating, Dylan should be home. Tanner should say something to her before then. Just because she was okay with the thought of sex with him and Mitch didn’t mean she would be okay with adding a third. But he really hoped she was.
“How far out do you live?”
He could hear the nerves in her voice. He hoped they were good nerves and not the “change-your-mind” kind.
“Just a little further. We found this old farmhouse a few years ago and decided to try our hand at fixing it up.” Now was as good a time as any, although Mitch would kill him if he scared her off before they even arrived at the house. “We all grew up together and spent our summers working construction while we were in college.”
“All? You mean you and Mitch?”
He glanced her way before looking back at the road and taking the turn onto the lane that would lead to the house. “Yeah, and our other roommate, Dylan.”
Safely on their private drive, Tanner turned to look at her. Her eyebrows were lifted, but she wasn’t screaming or shaking her head and demanding that he take her home.
“Will he be here tonight?”
“He’s been out of town for a few days, but he should be home later tonight.”
She just looked at him. He really wanted the ability to read her mind at the moment.
“Do you want me to take you home?”
“Will Dylan be joining us? Does he usually join you and Mitch?”
“Yeah.” He nodded his head at her. He swore his heart stopped while he waited to see her reaction. “He usually joins us. But everything is up to you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie.”
He blew out a breath of air. “I didn’t want to scare you away.”
She laughed and he felt it wrap around his balls. “I agreed to come out when I thought I was going to be with you and Mitch, and you thought adding a third would scare me?”
“I’ve learned not to take anything for granted.”
“So tell me about Dylan. Is he a cop too?”
“Yeah, we all joined the force at the same time. Mitch and I were lucky enough to be paired up as detectives. Dylan heads the cross county drug task force.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“When you wear a badge, everything is dangerous. You never know when someone might come gunning for you. Routine stops can go bad on a dime.”
She seemed to be taking that in, and he hoped he hadn’t given her another reason to walk away. If the kink factor didn’t send her running, he was hoping the danger wouldn’t either.
“So how long have the three of you been sharing?”
“We all lost our virginity to the same girl. That was what got us talking. Next time we ran into her, she said how she’d love to take us all on at the same time. We obliged. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He laughed and continued driving down the lane towards the house. She wasn’t afraid or disgusted. If anything, she seemed interested. “I can’t explain it. I just know that watching her and seeing how turned on she was, amped up my pleasure.”
“So, none of you are possessive then?”
“Yes and no.”
She laughed again. “What does that mean?”
“It means, we don’t mind sharing with each other, but we’re not okay with anyone else.”
“So just the three of you?”
“Yes.” He really hoped she was cool with that.
“I imagine the three of you exhaust a woman and leave no room for thoughts of anyone else.”
He licked his lips and put the truck into park. She glanced around, and he was relieved to see nothing but curiosity in her gaze. “I honestly only meant to invite you to dinner. I wasn’t expecting sex.”
“I can always go home after I eat.”
He didn’t miss the way her gaze dipped to his denim-covered cock when she said the word “eat”. He suppressed a groan and turned to look at her.
“Is that what you’d like?” He would take her home and suffer blue balls if that was what she wanted.
“No,” she whispered softly. “I think I’d like to see what happens.”
He nodded his head. “Me too.” He jumped out of the truck and almost ran around to get the door for her. He placed his hands on her hips and helped her down before reaching in for her overnight bag. “If you change your mind, all you have to do is say so. Nothing happens unless you want it to.”
She nodded her head and leaned in to kiss him softly on the cheek. “If I thought any differently, I wouldn’t be here. But I need to ask one thing.”
He tensed, but nodded. “Anything.”
“I don’t want to make any false assumptions, so I’m just going to ask. I’m hoping whatever happens here, between us, all of us, stays here. I don’t care if people gossip. It happens. But I don’t want them to know what we do because someone shared too much.”
Tanner was speechless for a moment. He’d been planning on having the exact same talk with her at dinner. He and Mitch had discussed how to approach the subject of how crucial it was to be discreet. Obviously, Mandy was on the same page they were. “We were hoping you’d feel that way.”
She nodded. “I was hoping you would as well. I’m guessing you speak for all three of you?”
“We’re used to the rumors around town, though Dylan generally gets left out of them. Probably because he’s rarely in town anymore. He goes to work and comes home. People will always find something to gossip about if they want to.”
“I’ve never cared that much about gossip. If they’re talking about me, then maybe they’re leaving someone else alone. I’m a big girl. I can handle it. Someone else might not be so strong.”
“Nicely put.” He held his hand out to her and loved the way she slid her hand into his. He linked his fingers through hers and tugged her towards the front door, where Mitch already stood waiting for them. It had been too long since something felt this right.
“I see you made it,” Mitch said as he held the door open for them.
Tanner saw the question in his friend’s eyes when he took in the overnight bag. All he could do was grin.
Mitch cleared his throat. “You look beautiful.”
Tanner held back his smart-ass reply when he saw Mandy light up.
“Thank you.” Her voice was a husky whisper that wrapped around his dick and had it straining against his suddenly too tight zipper.
He’d make it through dinner if it killed him. But he had never been so ready for dessert.
* * * *
Mandy caught her breath as Mitch leaned in to kiss her cheek. She was doing this. Really doing this. She was crazy. Stupid. And a million other things, but before the night was over, she’d also be a well-sated woman. Oh my God, was she really doing this?
“Well, hello there.”
A new voice brought her head up, and she found her gaze locked on a vision of sheer masculinity. This must be Dylan. Please, let this be Dylan. He was tall with dark black hair that hung to his shoulders. She could see the blue of his eyes, a deep dark color. And there was no missing the desire in them as he looked at her. She watched him take in the bag Tanner still held and the way his eyelids lowered and his nostrils flared.
“Hello, you must be Dylan.” Please, please, please!
His smile was slow as was his walk when he crossed the space between them. Where Mitch had kissed her softly on the cheek, as if he were afraid of scaring her, Dylan showed no such restraint. He stopped in front of her and pulled her against his chest, lifting her to her toes as he lowered his head to meet her lips. His teeth nipped her bottom lip, and at her gasp, his tongue delved inside. He consumed her. There was no other word for his kiss. He owned her in that moment, and he knew it.
When he released her, she was a panting mess. She could feel her nipples straining against her lacey bra, and they only hardened further when all three men dropped their gazes to watch them. Her panties were soaked, and her pussy was clenching on air, as it demanded to be filled.
Mitch was the one who reached out and ran his fingertip over one hard bud before pinching it between his thumb and finger. She caught her breath and moaned out loud. She felt that pinch all the way down to her clit. It made her want more. Now.
“How hungry are you?” Mitch asked.
“Starved.”
He pulled his hand away, and they all seemed to back off from her. They were willing to wait. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to get down to the real reason they were all together, and it wasn’t for whatever Mitch had cooked. It was for sex. This was her ultimate fantasy come to life. Three men all for her. And they were gorgeous to boot. How could something this right be wrong? It couldn’t as far as she was concerned. She was shutting down anything that wasn’t for her diving into this moment.
She leaned into Mitch and felt Tanner behind her. She let her purse drop to the floor. She reached out one hand to touch the obvious bulge in Mitch’s jeans, while with her other hand she easily found Tanner’s rock hard cock where it strained against his zipper. She let her gaze rake over Dylan’s bulge and met his eyes. “Absolutely starved.”
There was no way they could miss her meaning. She wanted them. They wanted her. She didn’t want to wait. There would be time to eat later. Much later, hopefully.
She felt Tanner’s hands slide to the hem of her dress. Then he was tugging it up and over her head. She lifted her arms to help him and found herself quickly in her underwear and strappy sandals. She felt devoured by their eyes. She longed to be devoured by their mouths. They stood unmoving for what felt like a long moment, but was probably closer to seconds before all three men moved.
Dylan pulled his shirt over his head while Mitch reached for his zipper. But before she had time to take in the fact they were stripping, Tanner had her up in his arms and was moving quickly through the house. Everything was a blur as he moved, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to anchor herself, though, she doubted he’d drop her.
She easily recalled the feel of his tongue on her neck and decided to return the favor. Leaning her head into him, she flicked her tongue out to trace a line up his neck to his earlobe. She nipped it with her teeth before sucking it softly. Then she traced the line of his jaw, switching between nipping, licking, and sucking. She hoped he was thinking of her doing the same to his cock. She certainly was.
He lowered her to sit on a bed and stepped back. He was breathing heavy as he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Her gaze darted around the room. She saw a door ajar that was obviously a bathroom. Good to know where that was. The bed was massive, easily able to hold them all as far as she was concerned. There wasn’t much else in the room, furniture wise, just a table on each side and a big dresser with a huge mirror straight across from the bed. She automatically glanced at the ceiling and wasn’t sure if she was happy or disappointed when there was no mirror there.
Movement caught her gaze, and she held her breath when Mitch and Dylan entered the room. Both had stripped down to their briefs, and as Tanner kicked free of his pants, they all stood before her with nothing, but tight boxer briefs between her and their straining cocks. She licked her lips with anticipation.
Masculine groans filled the air, and she actually saw their cocks twitch. She’d never felt so powerful.
Tanner was the first to move. “I’ll let you two fight over who gets to fill those lush lips first. I’ve been dreaming of coconut cream pie since I picked her up.”
She could feel the blush stain her cheeks as he walked towards her. She’d never been so happy over her shampoo choice. He stopped when his knees hit the edge of the mattress. She looked up at him and felt singed by the heat in his eyes.
“Lie back, baby, and let me get those panties off of you. I’m dying to taste your cream.”
Chapter Four
Mandy leaned back on her elbows and extended her legs straight out in front of her. Tanner ran his hands up the outside until he reached her hips and the top edge of her panties. His touch was soft as he grasped the material between his fingers and began to pull it down. She braced on her elbows and lifted to help him ease her panties down over her ass.
When they cleared her feet, he pulled the scrap of material to his nose and inhaled deeply. Mandy moaned as his eyes filled with lust and hunger. For her. All for her. She licked her lips again. He tossed the material, and she saw a hand reach out and grab it, but she couldn’t move her gaze from Tanner to see who had them now.
Tanner ran his hands along the arch of her feet, making her toes curl before circling his fingers around her ankles. He gave her a jerk that had her landing flat on her back. Then he began pulling her to him. She looked down her body and saw him get to his knees on the floor. He spread her legs around him, so when her ass hit the end of the mattress, she was wide open to his gaze.
His head dipped and she groaned as he ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh. She squirmed and wiggled, unable to remain still.
“One of you want to give her something to focus on while I enjoy my dessert?” He traced his tongue along the crease where her hip joined her leg, and his hot breath fanned her pussy. “Ummmm, coconut.”
The bed shifted beside her as Dylan and Mitch joined them. Both men had stripped their briefs off and hard cocks bobbed on either side of her head. She moaned and licked her lips. Dylan’s was obviously thicker, but Mitch had more length and a wicked curve that promised he’d hit her hot spot with every thrust.
“Lady’s choice,” Dylan murmured as he grasped his shaft and stroked it.
Her gaze bounced over to Mitch and watched him treat his cock to the same.
She wanted them both. She reached a hand blindly behind her, snagging a pillow and pulling it down to lift her head. Settling back down, she reached a hand out to each of them and let her fingers slide over theirs. Both men groaned as she mimicked their movements and let her palm glide along their velvet shafts. She slipped her hands underneath to play over their taut ball sacs before trailing back over their grips to brush her thumbs over the broad heads. She wanted to taste them both.
“Fuck, yeah,” Mitch groaned.
“Fuck.” Dylan clenched his teeth and looked down at where her fingers covered his.
She pulled softly on each of them, encouraging them to lean closer, so she had better access to their straining cocks. They both placed a hand on the bed above her head and shifted their hips in, so their cocks filled the space just before her mouth.
She leaned up a bit and slid her tongue over Dylan. He jerked and moaned.
“That’s it. Suck my dick.”
She traced over his head, rubbing her tongue in the notch where the head met his shaft. He had a bit of a mushroom shape to him, but not much. His shaft was almost the exact circumference as the head, making him thick all over. She tongued over him, thoroughly tasting him before pulling back.
She turned to Mitch.
“Hell, yeah. I get my turn with those lush lips too. I’m betting I’ll be your favorite treat.” His cock was already wet with pre-cum.
She licked over him, taking his cream into her mouth. She moaned at how good he tasted. She loved the curve of him, couldn’t wait to feel that fucking deep inside her pussy. His shaft was slightly bigger around than the head, and she could already imagine how good that would penetrate her. She wrapped her lips around his cockhead and sucked.
Mitch groaned and she could sense how tightly he held himself in check. She moved her mouth on him, lifting her hand to grip Dylan again and stroke his shaft in a firm grip. She sucked more of Mitch into her mouth, encouraging him to fuck into her. His taste was unbelievable—slightly salty with a hint of musk and spice. He was so right about becoming a favorite treat.
Tanner chose that moment to finally kiss her clit. He jabbed it with his tongue then wrapped his lips around it and gave it a not so gentle suck. She cried out, releasing Mitch’s cock from her mouth as she pushed her hips up at Tanner’s mouth. That was all Tanner needed to start eating her pussy in earnest.
“He’s always favored anything coconut.” Mitch shared with her.
“I suddenly have a craving for it myself.” Dylan’s eyes were watching Tanner eat her pussy, and she could see how much he wanted to taste her too.
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