Fragile Innocence: A Dark Menage Romance

by Dani René

  “Fucking hell, you’re so tight, my sweet girl,” he murmurs in awe. His restraint is slipping as he pulls out and plunges back in with such careful movements I’m amazed. Staring at my best friend, I watch his head drop back in pleasure. We time our movements as we take Ella to heights she’s never ever dreamed of. She hums around my cock again and I fight back the release tingling through every nerve in my body.

  “Ella, you need to—” My words are cut off when Carter reaches for her clit and rubs slow circles around it, sending her spiraling over the edge, dragging me along the precipice as a release hits me suddenly and jets of hot cum shoot down her throat. She greedily swallows every fucking drop and my knees go weak as I watch her devour me. The ache to fuck her is renewed and I glance at my best friend, telling him with my eyes.

  We stare at each other for a while before he nods. I want this woman to come with my cock buried so deep inside her she’ll forget her own fucking name. Leaning in, I plant a soft kiss on her lips.

  “We’re going to take a shower now.”

  She smiles and nods. The pleasure she’s just experienced is new to her and her eyes glisten.

  I push off the bed and leave her with Carter. In the bathroom, I turn on the multi-head shower and glance in the mirror. My hair is disheveled and the smirk on my face is of unadulterated lust. I know what he’s got running through his mind. We’re going to double team her and I know for a fact her dirty side will come out to play.

  The bathroom steams up quickly. The soft padding of bare feet heading toward me causes my heart rate to spike. When I turn to the entrance, I find the dark-haired temptress who just sucked my dick like she was born to do it.

  “The shower is ready. Are you?” I offer her a wicked smile and she blushes, so innocent, but when her eyes find mine there’s something sexy and dirty flickering in them. The little tigress has come out to play.

  Ella

  Two men. Two men. Two men.

  My mind can’t fathom it.

  I feel like a virgin heading off to be sacrificed. The orgasm that tore through me only moments before has my knees wobbly and my skin prickling. When Carter slid into me, I froze for a moment, my eyes shut so tight I didn’t want it to happen, but he commanded me.

  He ordered me to look at him and when my gaze met his, I waited for the dark thoughts and fear to close in around me, but they faded. He was my anchor. I felt all the affection, possessiveness, and lust as he took me. He was gentle, slow, and I know it must have been difficult for him to restrain himself.

  As we enter the bathroom, Bennett’s heated gaze travels from my hair down to my toes. It’s so slow and it feels as if he’s set me alight and the flames lick over my skin, scorching every inch of me.

  “Are you okay, Princess? You can say no at any time.” Carter’s domineering manner is subdued, and I wonder if he’s worried I’m about to run.

  I turn in his arms and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. His hands drift to my ass and he squeezes the cheeks in his large, smooth hands. Lifting me, he allows my legs to wrap around his taut waist as he stalks into the large shower.

  Once the spray hits us both, he lets me down to my feet. As Bennett steps closer toward us, a memory assaults me. I recall the moment I first walked into the bathroom, I fantasized the stranger from the airport dropping his crisp white shirt on the tiles before we both stepped into the shower and made love under the spray. It was also that moment I wondered if the shower would fit three. A giggle escapes my lips and both men stare at me.

  “You know, having a woman giggle while I’m naked isn’t my idea of fun.” Bennett chuckles as I meet his affectionate gaze.

  “There’s nothing to laugh about here,” I whisper, trailing a finger over his chiseled abs, gripping his hardened erection in my hand. His eyes narrow. He closes the distance between us. The three of us are under the heated cascade. Wet and slippery. Anticipation sets my skin alight. There’s a heaviness in my stomach, tightening with want.

  My pussy quivers around nothing. I want to feel them inside me again. The ache Carter fucked away moments ago is back with a vengeance. Both men step forward, blanketing me in their warmth and safety.

  Bennett’s hands grip my hips and Carter in turn cups my face. With a soft kiss landing on my lips, he turns me to face his best friend. Sandwiched between two alpha males is a heady feeling. I’d compare it to being drunk, that soft fizzle that tingles through you from the top of your head and heats its way down to your toes.

  I feared for so long and now that I’m here panic is the last thing on my mind.

  Bennett stares at me. He doesn’t look jealous at all and I realize he wanted this. They both did.

  Even though I’ve just had his cock in my mouth, it feels more intimate kissing him, his tongue teasing mine. Carter wraps his arms around my waist, with one hand splayed on my stomach. His other reaches for my pussy. When he finds it dripping a deep, guttural growl rumbles through his chest.

  “You’re drenched again, Princess. Is your pussy needy, baby?” His words have my core clenching around his fingers. Tightening, pulling them deeper into my body. “Does my beautiful girl want two cocks?” he murmurs, skating his fingers over the lips of my core. He plants a kiss on the wet skin of my shoulder.

  “Please…” I beg.

  I. Fucking. Beg.

  I glance up under wet lashes at Bennett and offer a shy smile as he growls. “I’m taking that sweet arse, sweetheart, and you’ll never forget it.” His words send panic racing through me at the thought of him inside that part of my body. Both men notice me freeze.

  “Look at me, Ella.” Carter’s deep baritone cloaks me and I drag my worried gaze to his. “Feel me, feel Bennett. You’re safe,” he murmurs as two sets of hands stroke, hold, and grip me in their safety.

  They’re both similar height, and a few inches taller than me, which makes me stare up at them. Carter’s lips find mine and he lifts me against his body again. I wrap my legs around his waist and the tip of his cock teases my pussy. I’m wet, slick with desire, and needy for him to fill me.

  “Shit, I need a—”

  “It’s okay, I’m safe,” I whisper. Our gazes meet in a standoff and I offer a swift nod, telling him I want him inside me with no barriers. Just us. Skin on skin.

  That must be all he needed because he moves. His hips roll, but they’re controlled as he slides me down his shaft and once he’s fully seated, my body tenses.

  “Jesus, Ella,” he grunts, “your greedy, little pussy better stop trying to milk my cock dry, because I’m in fucking charge and this time you’re going drench my cock at least twice in your sweet juices before either of us fills you with cum.”

  I whimper at the dirty words. The naughty promises he utters.

  “Now grip my fucking shoulders, because we’re going to own you.” His order is filthy, purely sinful, but I love every syllable. A devilish smirk curls his full lips. It’s sexy as hell and I twine my arms around his neck. I know I’m in for an intense ride.

  His best friend presses his chest against my back, and when his fingers find the tight forbidden hole I gasp in shock. “Relax, darling, concentrate on Carter,” Bennett assures me. His fingers tease my back entrance gently. Then he slides one finger into to me, I pant and claw at the man holding me up. Another hand wraps around me and between us Bennett’s fingers tease my clit.

  “Sweet Jesus, Ella, your pussy is like a vice. You feel so fucking good on my cock.” My blue-eyed god growls and I smile. We move in unison, fingers and cock filling me, and I’m flying.

  Soaring. Aching. Moaning. Screaming.

  I’ve never felt so full. I’ve never had so much pleasure bestowed on my body. My head falls back as my orgasm tightens in my lower stomach. A slow, sensual sensation starts from the roots of my hair, trailing white hot pleasure—mingled with a bite of pain—lower and lower until it reaches my spine. It sizzles down to my tailbone, and it gathers, low and forceful in my womb. My toes curl. My pussy clamps down on the
cock inside me and the two fingers probing me.

  I’m hovering on the precipice of lust and desire between them.

  It’s erotic. It’s addictive. It’s perfect.

  I need more.

  “Bennett, please,” I whimper as his digits scissor me open, getting me ready, loose and gaping for his thick length.

  He nudges my tight hole with the tip of his dick. It’s wet and slippery and as Carter’s teeth graze my nipples I relax and suddenly I’m impaled. Both men are inside me and it feels as if I’m hurtling down a cliff.

  Sparks, fireworks, lightning. All three go off at the same time and my body convulses wildly around both men. My throat is raw from the loud screams they elicit, but they don’t stop. He’s keeping his promise. I’ll find another release between them.

  Like a thunder storm, it moves slow and threateningly through the dark sky. As if I’m watching it, I feel the impending rumble in the distance. That’s how my orgasm teases. I know when it hits, it’ll be fit for heaven. I’m in the clouds and my body is weightless. They move in a rhythm that rocks me and lulls away any fear or panic.

  “Fuck, you’re tight, darling.”

  “Jesus, baby, you’re incredible.”

  I hear their words, but I can’t respond because pleasure has overridden my mind and all I can do is whimper and moan. I don’t know who’s speaking, who’s uttering beautiful words at me. My nails dig in and I cry out as an orgasm thunders through me.

  “Please… God… fuck…” Unintelligible mumbles fall from my mouth.

  “That’s it, Ella. Pleasure. Feel it. Every fucking moment of it.”

  I think it’s Carter because the voice strains in front of me. He’s so deep inside me I feel him nudge my womb. Bennett slides out and slams back into me, while Carter drives his cock, deeper and harder. Faster and faster. They’ve created a rhythm. It’s divine, it’s unadulterated, and I feel another release close by.

  “Please…”

  Bennett leans in and his tongue trails over my neck to my jaw. When his mouth reaches my ear, his teeth bear down on my lobe, sending pleasured pain skittering over my skin.

  “Open your eyes, Princess,” the command comes from the man seated inside my pussy. I meet his gaze—hungry, desperate, and beautiful. He’s perfect. “You feel this?” He slams into me and I nod. “You see me?”

  Again, I acknowledge.

  “This is me fucking you.” Again and again he drives deep and furiously.

  “You feel me, darling?” A deep rumble behind me steals my breath and I nod. “This is me fucking you.” The exquisite pain has me teetering on the edge.

  Memories are forgotten when fingers find my clit, circling it, sending me crashing, falling, tumbling into pleasure as sparks explode behind my eyelids. My body tenses and pulses.

  “Fuck, I can’t hold back, baby. I’m coming inside this perfect little arse.” Bennett’s growl echoes as my body loses all control. Carter’s cock thickens and I know he’s close.

  “Look at me.” Carter’s command tugs me back to earth. His eyes melt into mine. “This is us, Ella. We fucking own this body.” His release shudders through him and the heat of his seed bathes me, marks me, and I know without a doubt I’m theirs.

  Carter

  Her body is flawless. Her beauty is breathtaking. There was more intimacy between the three of us than I’ve ever experience before when Bennett and I shared a woman. I saw Bennett’s eyes. He’s falling. So am I. We connected, physically and mentally. She found her way into my mind when I first saw her, and now that we’ve claimed her body, she’s woven herself into our hearts.

  Bennett slips out of her and she shudders. Her whimper is fuel to me, the need to protect her is fierce. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he questions, a mere whisper in her ear, and she nods languidly with a smile. “I’ll be in the bedroom.” He glances at me and our understanding is communicated easily.

  As soon as he steps out of the shower, I meet her gaze. There are questions running rampant in her mind. I soften inside her. I want to keep us connected, but I need to see if she’s okay.

  “Ella, I need you to tell me how you feel. Be honest.”

  She smiles. It’s small, sweet, and innocent. I let her feet down and her eyes meet mine. “I’m scared you’re both going to leave.” These are the first words that fall from her lips as she frowns. My heart leaps into my throat. “I hate how I feel because I’m strong and independent, but with you and Bennett…” Her words are confident but taper off. The water cools and her nipples harden as she shivers.

  “Let’s get out of the shower.” I pull her into my embrace, turn off the taps, and we step into the bathroom. Reaching for one of her towels, I wrap her up, then find another towel, tying it around my waist. Her body seems small after what we’ve just done. Standing in front of her, I take both her hands in mine. “Ella, we meant what we said. We want you. Bennett and I, we wanted to show you pleasure. We needed to show you something. You don’t have to be scared. Don’t fear us. Don’t push us away because we’re not going anywhere.”

  She nods, but I wait. I can’t force her to answer me. I can’t force her to choose. It’s up to her. She had to see pleasure comes from the touch of someone who cares. My best friend and I used to do this in college all the time, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else with her or around her. But this time it’s different. We both love her. We both want her. I know we can live a life together, the three of us. Ultimately, she needs to decide.

  “Carter, this has been a long, strange day. What I just did in there”—she glances at the empty shower, then back at me—“having you and Bennett touch me, pleasure me, is all so new. For the first time in my life I feel like a woman.” Her glistening eyes pierce me. They look through me, into the darkest parts of me, and they pick at the ugly and shine purity on them. I want her to look at me like that all the time.

  There’s a fragile innocence to her as she peeks up at me. A tangible sweetness that most women I’ve been with no longer possess.

  “I don’t feel like a whore.” A tear escapes and rolls down her cheek.

  I lean in and kiss it before it reaches her chin. Tasting her saltiness on my lips, I savor it. “You’re not a whore. I never, ever want you to say that about yourself again. Do you understand me?”

  She nods. My heart thuds in my chest, coming alive after years of being cold and dead. I want to fall at her feet and worship her because this woman has brought me to my knees.

  I rise and pull her body against mine. She molds to me. Her pliable and submissive nature is like a drug. It makes me want to shoot up. To feel her in my veins, thrumming through my blood and giving oxygen to my heart.

  I’ve been an arsehole my whole life. Given up on being a loving man. I’ve fucked women for fun, to hurt them, but with Ella it’s different. I know her past. Now all I need to do is confess mine. If she can accept my mistakes, if she can look past the man I used to be, I know I can be good for her.

  When we head into the bedroom, Bennett is dressed in his blue jeans. I glance at Ella and her cheeks are rosy as she takes in his tattoos. My best friend has incredible ink on his chest and shoulder and I know she thinks he’s attractive.

  “Hey sweetheart. You feeling okay?” he questions with his cocky smirk and she giggles.

  “Yes. I’m…” She glances at me, then back at him. “I’m perfect.”

  “That you are, Princess.” I plant a kiss on the top of her head. She smells so sweet, I wish I could get a taste of her again, but I know she’ll be sore and sleepy after what we just did.

  He pulls her into his arms, murmuring in her ear, “You’re utterly exquisite. I have to leave, but I’ll be back tomorrow. Okay?”

  She nods in agreement.

  “Sweet dreams, my sweetheart.”

  He’s always been the romantic one. Caring and loving.

  “I’m going to head out. There’s a meeting early tomorrow morning with some of my guys. I’ll let you know when I have any information
.”

  They’re going to find that fucker and I’ll be the one to bring him justice. I’ll rain down on that arsehole like a fucking thunderstorm, and when I’m done, he’ll beg to be put in prison.

  I glance at my girl and her eyes are droopy. Walking her to the bed, I sit her down and kneel. “I’m going to walk Bennett out. Lie down and I’ll be back in a sec.”

  She nods and smiles. Before we leave the room, she calls out to my best friend. We both turn and she leans up.

  “Thank you, for… I mean…”

  “That’s the first of many, Ella.” He smirks confidently.

  When we reach the living room, I stop at the door and look at the man who’s like a brother to me.

  “Are you sure about this, Cart? I know you love her.” His words ring true.

  “And you do too,” I offer.

  He nods. “I do.”

  “You’re the only man I’d ever share her with. She needs you as much as she does me. We always joked about taking a trinity pact. Three hearts. Three bodies. One soul,” I murmur quietly.

  He nods, acknowledging my words. This is what she needs, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

  “I want this,” he murmurs. He grips the nape of my neck, pulling me into his mouth as we share a heated kiss. “And next time, I’ll be taking you and her.” It’s a vow and I know he’ll make good on it. There’s only been a handful of times we’ve been with each other in that way, but after the way his tongue snaked into my mouth, I know I want him as much as I do her. He turns and opens the door, but before he walks out, he glances at me again. “See you later.” And then he’s gone.

  Before we can talk to her later about the pact we made, I need to come clean. To tell her the reason I was forced to come back to London by my father. Anxiety thrums through my veins. Confessing my past to anyone is not something I want to do, especially someone I care about. I’m not proud of any of it.

  Ella has been through so much and I don’t want to upset her. Fuck, I don’t want to lose her. But if she wants this, she’ll have to know. Making my decision to tell her in the morning, I head back into the bedroom and find her asleep, curled into a ball, wrapped in a blanket. Her long hair is fanned behind her on the pillow. She looks like an angel.