She moaned, squirming.
Then Kyle shoved her thighs apart and swiped his tongue around her clit, down to her pussy, into her cunt and back up again.
She spread her legs wider to give him even better access. When she tried to lift her head to watch him, she saw Tristan instead, his brown eyes crinkled in an evil smile as he sucked and nibbled and nipped at her nipples.
At least she didn’t have to worry about anything. They’d already shared test results, and the men would be using condoms for now until she’d been on the pill for a month. That was a conversation they’d had the other day, because she’d wanted the “just in case” agreed upon and out of the way.
Just in case.
Like…now.
It didn’t take long for Kyle to send her spiraling up toward the hardest orgasm she’d had…ever.
Brad had been decent in the sack, but nowhere near as good as this.
This was beyond words.
Hence why she suspected she was about to start speaking in tongues.
Tristan lifted his mouth from where he was enjoying her nipples. “Come for us, baby. Let us hear you moan.”
Kyle dialed in his tongue and figured out exactly what strokes and pressure made her moan loudest. Tristan, wanting to help, pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, and that shoved her over.
Tristan’s brown gaze looked lit from within as he smiled down at her. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Ride his face.”
Kyle’s hands clamped around her legs, preventing her from closing her thighs as he ruthlessly kept her coming.
“That’s it, baby,” Tristan growled. “Use him. We’ve waited to hear you come and we’re going to make you do it for a while.” He kissed her, sucking on her tongue, nibbling, owning her.
This. She wanted this, them—all of it.
They’d done some talking. She’d initially worried about being poly with them, not wanting to cause jealousy between them or problems for either of them. As long as they didn’t mess with Tristan’s job, them being poly was probably the least scandalous thing the three of them did.
And if they wanted it, she wasn’t going to argue with them.
The warmth of their bodies washed through her. They were all clean from the shower and smelled like mango tropical whatever it was, and the sweet hint of musk from both of them.
Tristan kissed his way down to her ear, nibbling, sucking. “We have a fantasy of both of us fucking you, baby. One of us in your ass, one of us in your pussy, and filling you up. We’re gonna fuck you so good and keep you so happy you won’t ever want to leave us.”
The scorching mental image that triggered tripped her over the edge again. Pleasure rippled through her, hot, searing, a sweet counterpoint to the scratchy stubble of Kyle’s cheeks rasping against her inner thighs, and the way Tristan pinched her nipples.
“Yes!” she gasped.
Tristan paused what he was doing. “What?”
“That! I want that! Tonight!”
She whined when Kyle lifted his head from her pussy. “What?”
She tried to catch her breath now that she wasn’t coming. “One in my ass, one in my pussy. Now!”
Kyle frowned. “Um, baby, don’t you think we should work up to that?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I have toys at home, and, trust me, I can take you.”
Tristan brightened. “Well, alrighty, then. Far be it from us to deny a lady’s request.” He bounced out of bed to go get what they’d need while Kyle crawled up her body, kissing the whole way. He rolled her on top of him and she slid down him, seeking his cock.
This time, she swallowed him mostly down to the root. She’d need a little practice to take his entire length and girth, and she was looking forward to it.
Brad was only five inches, and not nearly as thick.
Tristan returned, groaning as he watched her. “Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.” He leaned in and kissed her ass cheeks. “Muwah!” He patted her. “Give me a little more room, baby.”
She spread her legs and arched her back so he had better access. She moaned around Kyle’s cock when she felt Tristan’s gloved finger, coated with cool lube, press against her rim.
Kyle reached down and played with her hair. She was letting it grow out again, and maybe it wasn’t coincidental the men had mentioned they loved longer hair.
More fun to use it as part of a shibari tie.
Or to hold on to it during sex.
She was good with either option.
Or both.
When Tristan’s finger breached her ass, she rocked her hips back, wanting him deeper, now.
Yeah, she’d gotten freaky with her toys, especially over the past several weeks of unrequited eye-fucking the two hunks.
Not quite unrequited, exactly, she supposed.
Not when they were interested and willing.
And—now—able.
“She’s fucking amazing,” Kyle gasped. “Hurry up!”
“Patience, buddy. Just give me a minute.”
“I might not have a minute.” Kyle made her release his cock and Tristan moved up the bed with her as she prepared to perch and grind onto Kyle’s delicious cock.
Kyle held out his hand to Tristan, and seconds later he was ripping open a condom pouch. She didn’t know who was moaning louder—her or Kyle—when she straddled his cock and lowered her pussy onto it, sinking all the way.
Combined with the two fingers Tristan now had in her ass, it felt amazing.
Kyle pulled her down for another kiss while Tristan withdrew his fingers. “Fuck it,” he growled. She heard another condom pouch opened, a squirt of lube, and then Tristan was nudging into position, straddling Kyle’s legs and between hers. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass. “Okay, baby. I’ll let you set the pace.”
Kyle finally let her start moving. She rose up just enough to give her some room, Tristan moving with her.
When she fucked back against him, hard, the pinching burn quickly exploded into pleasure as his cock slid into her ass.
“Shit, baby!” he gasped. “Holy fuck!” He stroked her back, her ass. “You okay?”
She sat up and started playing with her clit as she rode them. “Yeah, I need to come!”
But Tristan chuckled and grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her and holding her captive. “Oh, no you don’t, baby. That’s ours, for right now. You let us do that for you. Kyle?”
He smiled up at her, those handsome grey-blue eyes dark with hints of sapphire tonight, and reached up to play with her clit with one hand, her right nipple with the other.
Tristan switched both her wrists to his right hand and reached around her with his left to play with her left nipple. “Start riding, baby. Go on and get you some.”
The feel of both their cocks filling her, stretching her, every nerve ending inside her pussy being stroked by Kyle’s cock—it nearly overwhelmed her. Her orgasm roared through her, making her previous orgasms seem weak by comparison, if that was even possible. She threw her head back against Tristan’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and nearly sobbed with how good it felt.
How right these two men felt, right now.
Right here.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Kyle said. “Beautiful, and all ours.”
“Fuck yeah,” Tris whispered in her ear. “Ours.”
The need and yearning in his voice sent another spiraling whirlpool of perfection shifting her brain from thinking into feeling. She rode their cocks, all sorts of dirty thoughts about the things she could do with them running through what was left of her mind. Kyle seemed to have uncanny accuracy with his fingers on her clit. He forced her into the zone where one long, rolling orgasm seemed like it’d never stop.
This was even better than her fantasies, because it was their warm, flesh-and-blood cocks fucking her and making her…theirs.
Hell, yes, she was theirs. Maybe she wasn’t ready to admit that outside her own skull yet, but she could feel it already.
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p; And not only because the sex was good.
They made her laugh, made her think, and made her feel in ways she never knew possible.
Brad had been the basement.
These two guys were the penthouse.
Tristan released her wrists and hooked his other arm around her, holding her pressed against his body. She felt him moving with her, matching her, thrusting and withdrawing in counterpoint to her movements.
Kyle threw his head back and grabbed her hips. “I’m fucking close. Goddamn, I can feel you fucking her! This is amazing!”
One more orgasm rippled through her, and that apparently sent Kyle into orbit. He thrust up into her, finally falling still.
“My turn,” Tristan said in her ear. He lowered her onto Kyle’s chest, gripped her waist, and started really fucking her.
She wasn’t expecting it when her swollen clit, rubbing against Kyle’s body with every thrust, squeaked one last orgasm out of her.
“I felt that, baby,” Tristan gasped. “Hang on for me, I’m almost…there.” He fell still buried inside her.
As silence settled over them, except for them trying to catch their breath, she spoke first. “Yeah, I definitely want to do that again.”
Behind her, Tristan chuckled. “You’d better believe that happy funtime will be at the top of the rotation.”
Tristan pulled out first and went to clean up while Kyle wouldn’t let her go. With his arms wrapped around her, he kissed her, all gentle and sweet and looking very sex-drunk and satisfied with himself.
“I know we need to move and clean up, but I’d rather just lie here.”
She started to snuggle against his chest. “Sounds fine to me.”
“Condom!” Tristan called out from the bathroom.
He might as well have goosed Kyle in the balls. He sat up, reaching between them as he gently eased her to the side. “Dammit.” He looked down. “Whew, okay, still there.” He climbed out of bed.
Well, now that she was alone, she figured she might as well get up.
The men were more than eager to help her clean up, and it was adorable how the two Doms doted on her.
Something else Brad never did.
I really need to stop thinking about him.
Finally, they curled up in bed again. “Everyone set their alarms?” Kyle mumbled.
“Yeah.” She’d grabbed her phone and brought it and the charger in.
Stanley padded in and whined.
“Oh, dammit.” She sat up and started to crawl over Tris, but he stopped her.
“Where are you going, baby?”
“The beast needs walking. I need to leash him so I’m not having to bathe him again.”
“I buried the squirrel.”
“You want to risk it?”
“Good point. You stay—I’ll walk him.” He sat up and kissed her. Then he grabbed a pair of shorts. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go.”
Stanley followed him out of the bedroom.
She curled against Kyle, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her, now that he could hog her for a few minutes.
“Did we do right by you, or was that a disappointment. The truth.”
She giggled. “Dude, that was waaaaaay right. Your only problem will be topping that.”
“Don’t challenge-accepted me, baby. I’ll get crazy inventive. So will Tris.”
She tipped her head back to look at his face. In the dim light, darkness shadowed some of his features, but she spotted his smile.
Tris returned a few minutes later, and she heard the click of Stanley’s nails on the floor behind him.
With all three of them once again snuggled together, she immediately dropped into sleep.
Chapter Twenty
The next three weeks were…crazy.
The good kind of crazy.
The sexy and sweet and silly and best crazy she’d ever known.
Even the nights when they had to behave and responsibly adult because of Dillon’s presence were still great. She’d quickly come to like Dillon, enjoyed having his help in the kitchen, and always made sure to keep a roll of cookie dough or a box of brownie mix at the men’s house to make when he came over.
And the talks she and the men had, frequently after exhausting themselves in bed, were…amazing.
They were slowly negotiating, which terrified and thrilled her at the same time. The men wanted to collar her as their submissive—and she wanted to be collared, she was amazed to realize—but the men wanted everything ironed out first. No half-assed bullshit to find out later they weren’t compatible. Especially Kyle, who seemed to have an infinite well of patience and brought up topics she’d never considered before when it came to a D/s dynamic. He said he wanted to explore as much as possible with her. Know her.
Nothing to accidentally trigger her later.
Slow and cautious and stable, another refreshing change from her whirlwind romance with Brad.
Which should have been another red flag about him, in retrospect.
She also found herself craving the mental unplugging she achieved when with the men. How the Dom part of their personalities naturally stepped forward more and more, allowing her the freedom to relax and shut her brain off.
It was sexy as fuck, too.
The next Saturday afternoon, Jess finished work unexpectedly early due to afternoon thunderstorms shutting them down. Before she even picked up Stanley, she dropped by the men’s place, which was on the way.
I need to start keeping clothes here.
The beaming smiles on their faces did something unexpectedly good to her. Hell, since meeting the men, she hadn’t had any of her tummy trouble return.
Isn’t that a sign?
Even playing, the men had never made her red accidentally. Sometimes, they pushed her hard, deliberately, to the edge, wanting her to call a red so they knew that she would, but they always stopped when she did.
There was an incredible freedom to playing with them.
Be their submissive?
Yeah.
She could see herself doing that. Easily. Not a strict dynamic, because of job and living arrangement logistics, but something that was a comfortable level above committed boyfriends and girlfriend.
Something she could proudly tout amongst their friends and anyone in the lifestyle who asked.
Recognition.
Acknowledgement.
And they’d started talking about her maybe moving in with them.
That was a step it’d surprised her to find she was eagerly thinking about. She’d started paying Kel rent, but he still refused to charge her full market value. That meant she’d been able to put a little money into savings.
She climbed on top of Kyle on the couch, straddling his lap. “We weren’t expecting you until later, baby,” he said.
“Rained out. Which sucks, because it means reshuffling the week and I’ll probably have to work Tuesday now.”
“That sucks.” He stuck out his lower lip in a pout. “I need my Jess time.”
“So do I,” Tris said, walking over to stand behind her and wrap his arms around her. “Guess we’ll have to tie you up and spend extra time loving you today, hmm?”
“I need a shower first. I’m all sweaty. And I have to run home and get clothes.”
“You’re about to get more sweaty,” Tris promised. He scooped her off Kyle and fell onto the couch with her on top of him, all three of them laughing. “A lot more sweaty, if I have my way,” he said.
Kyle had leaned in and started nibbling the back of her neck when the doorbell rang.
“Son of a bitch,” Kyle muttered. He stood, adjusting his straining cock in his shorts as he did. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Tristan smiled up at her. “Feel like going to Venture tonight?”
“No. I’d rather let you two tie me up here and fuck my brains out.”
“You, baby, are delicious. You know that? I—”
Kyle cleared his throat, and they both looked to se
e a woman standing there with him. Tristan scowled as he sat up, and Jess slid off of him.
The woman was…tiny.
Toothpick.
Jess had an ugly flashback of seeing a pic of Brad and the toothpick in a picture on Facebook. Not just short, but the woman was petite, at least six inches shorter than her own five nine. Kyle’s six feet dwarfed her.
He also didn’t look very happy right now, like he was forcing himself to be polite. “Jess, this is Marilyn, Dillon’s mom.”
“Hi,” the woman said.
“What are you doing here, Marilyn?” Tris asked as he stood, and his tone sounded…off. Not hostile, but not happy, either.
“Dillon forgot his sneakers yesterday when I picked him up. I thought I’d drop by and get them on my way grocery shopping. Dillon’s over at a friend’s house today or I would have brought him by to say hi.”
“I’ll go get them,” Kyle said. “They’re in the utility room. He got them wet yesterday.” Kyle hurried to go do that.
Jess felt uncomfortable enough to stand, next to Tris, not liking feeling vulnerable. Yeah, she was at least a head taller than the other woman.
“Phone call would have been nice,” Tris said.
Marilyn gave him a dismissive glance Jess wanted to slap off her mug before she refocused on Jess, making no move to disguise how she was sizing Jess up.
“Dillon’s told me a little about you, but not much.” The fake smile on Marilyn’s face would also get slapped off if Jess was given the chance. “You’re the one with the dog, right?”
The one? “Stanley, yeah.”
Tristan’s phone rang where it was out in the kitchen, apparently. “I’ll be right back.”
Kyle returned with the sneakers then and handed them to Marilyn. “There. I think they’re dry.”
“Thanks.” The winning, beaming smile she gave Kyle made Jess sick inside. “So…any plans tonight? We could rent a movie and I’ll make dinner for us. I owe you for how much you’ve been watching Dillon for me.”
“We have plans,” Tris shot back before he could speak. He’d returned from the kitchen and walked over to stand next to Kyle.
A dark look flashed over Marilyn’s face. “Didn’t ask you, Tristan.”
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