American Queen

by Sierra Simone

  The color is back on Embry's cheeks, color that I know is mirrored on my own cheeks, and I feel his hands shaking as he tentatively brackets my waist.

  Ash makes an impatient noise. "Now. I'm not accustomed to waiting."

  Embry's hands tighten on me and then I'm being lifted onto Ash's lap, as easily as if I were a doll. He arranges me so that I'm straddling Ash's hips, and even raised up like this, I can feel the heat rolling off Ash's erection. It takes everything I have not to reach down and impale myself on the perfect member right now.

  Embry goes down to one knee, biting his lip as he keeps one hand on my waist and drops the other to fist Ash's girth. With a shuddering breath, he brushes the tip of Ash's cock against the lips of my pussy until he finds the wet, inflamed flesh of my entrance. And with no warning, I'm shoved down onto the huge cock, the invasion so sudden and so big that sparks of pain fly through my chest, stealing my breath.

  "Oh, now that is some good pussy," Ash says with a groan, his hips shifting underneath me. "Make her come on me," he tells Embry. "I want to feel what it's like when she comes."

  Embry's trembling hands return, this time to my hips, and he slowly moves me back and forth on top of Ash. "Lean forward," he says in a ragged voice. "It will rub your clit against his body."

  I do as Embry says, glancing back over my shoulder to see him. His normally perfect hair is tousled and messy from my hands and Ash's hands, and there's sweat gathering along the lines of his clavicle and in the furrowed lines of his stomach. His face is like it was that night in Chicago—gone. Lost. Swallowed up by his own lust. I can tell that following Ash's commands takes all of his focus, and Ash must be able to tell too because he says, "You're doing such a good job, my little prince. You're making me so proud."

  Embry's hands tremble even more, but he keeps at his task, moving my hips and fucking Ash's cock with my pussy. I feel like a toy or a sex doll, a tool, an extension of Embry's body, and the feeling is deeply, awfully thrilling. To be just a thing to these men, just a tight pussy, the thing they use to relieve their needs—the thought sends knots of lust pulling deep in my belly, right where Ash's thick cock rubs mercilessly against my womb.

  "Does it hurt, Embry?" Ash asks softly. He looks meaningfully down at where Embry's dark red cock is leaking in long drops. "Do you wish you could touch it? Just once?"

  Embry drops his head against his chest. A single nod.

  "She feels so good," Ash says, with just a hint of cruelty in his face as he does. "You did such a good job making her wet for me. You’re moving her so good on top of me. It's too bad you can't feel it too."

  "You're mean," Embry whispers. "I forgot how mean you could be without even raising a hand." But he doesn't sound hurt. He sounds like Ash's meanness is water in a desert, like he can't get enough.

  "You better make her come fast, Embry. It would be embarrassing if you came without even being touched, wouldn't it? You want to save your seed for her pussy, don’t you?"

  "Jesus," Embry grinds out. "Jesus, Ash."

  But then he's moving my hips harder, helping me fuck Ash while Ash tucks his hands behind his head and watches the two of us work my cunt on his cock like he's watching the evening news.

  Embry knows instinctively what I need, not a fast up-and-down but a rolling grind back and forth, and between Ash's hard cock against my womb and the grind of my clit and seeing Ash so aloof and detached and in complete Dominant mode, it doesn't take long before that lust finally knots itself so tightly that it breaks.

  "You're getting tighter," Ash remarks, a flicker of interest in his eyes as he looks down at where we're joined. "Are you going to come on me?"

  I nod, unable to find words, unable to find the strength to do anything but grab onto the arms of the chair as the climax tears loose inside of me. I grind myself down as far as I can go, feeling Ash's testicles against the cradle of my ass, desperate for that hard presence inside of me, that hard spear piercing right through the epicenter of my need. And Ash, who can read my body better than I can read my own, leans forward and wraps his arms around me, pulling me down onto him as he thrusts up.

  Both Embry and Ash are holding me in place as I shudder and quake uncontrollably, holding me pinned against Ash so that there's no escaping the overwhelming pleasure, the vicious waves of heat racing down to my toes and up to the top of my scalp. "Ash," I gasp. "Embry. Oh God. Oh my God."

  It's there on Ash's cock, it's everywhere that I have nerve endings, and it holds me tighter even than my men are holding me. And as I come down, I see that Ash's jaw is clenched tight and his eyes bright, and then Embry is reaching underneath us, and I feel him circle Ash's testicles and tug them down.

  "Shit," Ash hisses. "Fuck."

  But slowly, agonizingly, I feel him relax underneath me, his stomach unknotting and his face losing that taut expression of pain.

  "Ouch," he finally says, with a laugh, his laugh jabbing his cock into my still tender cunt. "Thanks for that."

  "You deserved it after teasing me about coming early," Embry sniffs.

  And then I'm pulled off Ash's cock and swept into his arms. He carries me so easily, his strong arms like steel underneath me. "You aren't going to come?" I ask fuzzily, still dazed from my orgasm.

  "Oh, I am, doll. All three of us are going to come again. But that was to warm you up for the real show."

  "The real show?" I ask, confused, as he lays me carefully on the bed. And then he climbs in next to me and I feel Embry on my other side, two hot-blooded parentheses surrounding my naked body. "Oh," I say, breathing hard. "I see."

  "Yes," Embry says, turning me so that I'm facing Ash. Embry nuzzles the back of my neck. "I told Ash you'd need to come first. We both thought that little scene might set you off nicely."

  I blush.

  Ash moves closer to me, running a hand from the nip of my waist to the curve of my hip. "Don't be embarrassed, angel. I know exactly how you need to be cherished." And then he pulls my leg up to his hip, opening up my wet pussy. He doesn't enter me though. Instead, he uses my leg to pull me so close that our bodies are completely pressed together, his erection crushed against my belly, my breasts crushed against his chest, and then our lips meet in a scorching kiss.

  "My wife," he murmurs against my lips. "My little princess."

  His mouth is demanding, needy, and as soon as I think I've adjusted to the sensation of his firm tongue sliding against mine, I feel Embry's mouth on my neck. His cock is pressed against my ass, his hips grinding it into the peach-like skin there, and his hands are everywhere—forcing their way between Ash and me to roughly palm my breast or reaching over my leg to pluck at my clit or spanking my ass with hard, sporadic spanks that made me gasp and grunt into Ash's mouth.

  And then the two of them show me the meaning of the word cherish. My hair is coiled around hands and kissed from the ends to the roots. My stomach is caressed and my back is rubbed, my thighs are chafed while my feet and hands are massaged. My lips are gently bitten and kissed by one male mouth while another mouth marks love behind my knees and on the small of my back and behind my ear. My nipples are sucked, both at once, by mouths so soft and warm, and those mouths move to my inner thighs, biting and kissing and nibbling. Those same inner thighs are chafed and teasingly scratched with stubble as the men fight over my pussy, both of them taking turns suckling my clit and tongue-fucking my channel and tracing letters of love across all the wet, swollen flesh. The sight of those heads wrestling for space and impatiently nudging each other out of the way sends my toes curling.

  Time disappears, becomes nothing, and there's only them. My men. My husband and his best friend, the President and the Vice President, two ex-soldiers who couldn't help falling in love with each other.

  Who couldn't help falling in love with the same woman.

  Twice they bring me to the brink of orgasm, and twice they back off, their hands and mouths suddenly preoccupied with sucking my fingers or tugging my hair, and by the time they move back up to t
heir original positions—Embry behind me and Ash in front—I'm squirming and bothered and mindless with need. You could have asked me any question, and I wouldn't have known the answer. The only word I can remember is more.

  More

  and more

  and more…

  More hands. More stubble. More quiet grunts and insatiable mouths. I need it all, want it all, will die without it, and it's at that moment that Ash slings my leg back over his hip and brushes his lips across mine.

  "Okay," he says, his eyes on me but his voice directed at Embry. "It's time, little prince."

  "Thank you," Embry breathes. He presses so close behind me that I can feel the rough hair of his thigh against the back of mine. And then he reaches down, and with a groan that I can feel all the way down to my toes, he guides himself to my pussy, all eight straight inches sliding in with one thick thrust.

  I come immediately. I'm so on edge, so wound up from the last however many minutes and hours of their attention, that the second I feel Embry inside of me after all these years, I release.

  "Oh fuck, Greer," Embry groans in my ear as I convulse around him. Ash is chuckling to himself as he kisses my face and neck. Embry thrusts in deeper, my ass smashed against his hips, and he holds himself still so he can feel each flutter and wave of my walls. "I've been waiting so long," he says breathlessly. "So long to feel you come around my cock again. So long to fuck you. And oh God, it's so much better than I remembered."

  The pulses eventually stop, and then Ash kisses my forehead. "I'm going to finger you while Embry is inside of you, okay?"

  "Okay," I say, so languid and limp after my climax that I'll agree to anything.

  "It will be uncomfortable at first," Embry warns in my ear. "But we'll go slow and we'll make it good for you."

  "I'll be checking in with you," Ash says. "This is…new. For everyone except Embry at least."

  I feel Ash's fingers against my clit, rubbing past the too-sensitive flesh and making me jolt as he finds the place where Embry's flesh meets my own. Embry grunts and I know that Ash is doing something to him that I can't see, something that makes the man behind me stiffen and growl. "If you want me to last," he grits out, "you're going to have to stop that."

  Ash gives a dark little laugh and returns his attention to me, pushing one finger inside of me. "That's not so—oh fuck." Ash added two more fingers in the middle of my sentence, and now my back is arching, my body bucking automatically to get away from the foreign pressure.

  "Talk to me, angel," Ash says calmly. "Open your eyes and talk to me."

  I didn't even realize my eyes were closed. I open them and try to find the breath to speak, reaching past the pain swirling behind my sternum. "It's uncomfortable," I manage. "Embry was right."

  "It will get better," Embry assures me. "But if you need to stop or take a breather, just say the word."

  But I don't want to say the word. I want to have both of them inside of me, I want to have a moment where all three of us are completely joined. Ash presses his forehead to mine, looking at me through his long, dark eyelashes. "Breathe with me," he coaches quietly. "Follow my breathing."

  It's nearly impossible, but I manage it, I manage to bring a breath deep into my stomach and slowly let it out, mimicking Ash's exaggerated breaths. And as I breathe and the pain gradually turns into something else, Ash moves his hand so that his thumb can rub against my clit while his fingers massage the spongy front wall of my channel.

  "Oh," I exhale. "Oh God."

  "There you go," Embry croons. "That's not so bad now, is it?"

  "No." I shake my head a bunch of times and both men laugh. "Not so bad at all."

  "I'm adding my last finger now," Ash warns me. "Keep breathing into your stomach and try to hold still."

  It's to the point where I can't discern what flesh is finger and what flesh is cock, there's only the pressure and the pain and the orgasm lurking out of sight, feeding off of both. But I keep breathing and I hold still, and as Embry nuzzles the nape of my neck and Ash keeps his forehead against mine, the sharp pain fades away, leaving behind the pleasure, now stronger than ever.

  Embry drops a kiss on my shoulder. "Greer, it's going to be tighter when he puts his cock inside of you, but not that much tighter. It will be just like this, where the pain is followed by pleasure, but it's easiest if you hold still. Do you think you can do that?"

  I feel drunk. Or drugged. Or maybe this is just what joy feels like, a thick cock and an extra four fingers. "I don't know," I reply shakily.

  "Okay," Embry says soothingly. "That’s okay. We can help you hold still. Would you like that?"

  "I—I think so."

  "Okay, sweetheart. We're right here with you, okay? You just keep talking to us, and tell us if you need to pause for a moment. We're right here with you and—" His voice gets thicker, rougher. “—And we love you. We're going to take care of you."

  I give a dazed nod, and both of them move to wrap their arms around me, Embry's arms tight around my waist and Ash's wrapped around Embry's shoulders, pinning me fast between them. My face is in Ash's neck and Embry's face is in the back of mine, and there's nowhere to move, nowhere to go. I dredge up my safe word from the depths of my mind, but I won't use it. No matter the pain, I won't use it, because I want this pain.

  I'll die without it.

  "Breathe, Greer," Ash reminds me as he takes himself in hand and guides himself to my pussy. "There you go. Just like that. Good girl."

  "The first part is the hardest part," Embry promises, his mouth moving against my skin. "Once his crown is inside, the rest gets easier."

  Embry is right. Ash presses his cock against Embry's cock and my entrance, and I have this sudden moment of cold fear when I realize this won't be the gentle pushing and sliding of normal sex; Ash is going to have to wedge himself in, Ash is going to have to shove and thrust and punish.

  I don't breathe.

  And then he stabs inside of me with a merciless grunt.

  I think I scream. I know I buck and thrash against them, my body trying to drag itself away from the brutal invasion, but their huge arms are clamped tight around me and my body is held still for their cocks to fuck.

  "Greer, Greer," Embry soothes, and Ash does the same, his handsome face in front of mine crooning meaningless words to me, like I'm a skittish horse—stay and good girl, there's a good girl and it will be over in just a minute, just another minute, baby.

  It's impossible. It's unlivable. I'm being split apart like an atom and my pain will burn down the world.

  "You're forgetting to breathe," Ash says gently.

  I'm still trying to move away from the pain, still straining against their iron arms, and all of us are sweaty with the effort of it.

  "Hurts," I manage to get out. "It hurts."

  "I know, baby," Embry says lovingly from behind me. "I know. But it won't in a minute, I promise."

  "Breathe," Ash repeats sternly, and his President voice reaches me where his gentle voice can't. I suck in a sudden deep breath, and the rush of oxygen clears my head.

  I burst into tears.

  The men kiss me and murmur to me, their teeth and lips and words making up for all the pain their bodies are causing, and I don't know how long the minutes pass like this, with me sobbing and sweaty between them, and them hard and brutal inside of me, repeating over and over again how much they love me, how beautiful I am, how good they'll make me feel.

  I surrender. Completely. I lose myself to the pain, sobbing against Ash's throat. I stop struggling against it, stop fighting it, and let it become me. Not for them, not even for my Sir, my President—not this time.

  This time, the surrender is mine and my own. My choice, my need. My destiny.

  "Breathe," Ash reminds me over and over again, and over and over again I do, each breath a gift, a chemical, astonishing gift. Each breath anchors me to myself, to this moment, to the two men I love, to the matching metal on Ash's and my fingers, to the rain outside. Each breat
h anchors me to the pain, and the moment I allow that fusion to happen, the pain disappears. Bit by bit, as if dissolved by my surrender, the pain is swallowed up by the swell of building pleasure, mere raindrops swallowed by a vast and endless sea.

  "There she is," Embry says wonderingly. "There she is."

  At some point their grip on me has loosened, freeing their hands to rub soothing paths along my thighs and my waist, and I realize that I'm staying there completely on my own, opening myself to their bodies not because they are forcing me but because I want it. Because it's starting to feel like more than pain, more than the sharp pressure of being so viciously stretched. It's starting to feel good, good like earlier.

  Good like a different way to be cherished.

  "Oh, angel," Ash says roughly, pulling back enough to see my tear-lined face. "You are too fucking beautiful like this." He kisses my hair, my cheeks, my lips. "You are amazing," he murmurs in an awed voice. "My amazing princess."

  I can't speak. I can only nod.

  "I want to fuck you now," my husband says with a yearning look down at my body. "But I need to know you're ready."

  I nod again and he smiles. "Words, princess. I need to hear you say you're ready."

  It's so hard to find the right words, like catching fireflies in the velvet dark that's become my mind. "Yes," I finally manage. "I'm ready."

  They begin.

  Ash goes first, pumping his hips experimentally, sliding the length of his cock against the length of Embry's, and I feel Embry shudder behind me and mumble something unintelligible.

  "Fuck, that feels good," Ash grunts, thrusting in again. "It's like I'm fucking you and her at the same time."

  I feel Embry nod against my neck, as if he's as lost in the sensation as I am.

  Because I am.

  Lost.

  And then both men begin moving, going slow to find the rhythm that suits us all best, because of course it's not about finding the best way for two people, but for three, and then they find it, that perfect tempo, their two cocks rubbing together inside my pussy the same way they rubbed together inside Ash's fist earlier tonight. Underneath me, I feel the way their sacks press and rub against each other's, the tangle of my legs with theirs, the slippery wet way our skin moves against each other's—so wet I know we might have to call housekeeping for new sheets after this is all done.