by Rhian Cahill
Ethan had been a bit rough, and while she hadn’t complained at the time, her reaction to his friend’s withdrawal from her arse told Finn she’d be sore. They’d have to be careful. Take care of her.
And he knew the perfect thing to do just that.
“C’mon. Let’s get you in the spa bath.” Finn loosened his grip and eased her away from his chest. “A nice long soak will help with those sore muscles, and our tub is conveniently big enough for three.”
He grinned down at Kitty. Her eyes were a slumberous lust-hazed green and he almost changed his mind, but then he thought about the break she’d get with the time it took to fill the bath and get them all in it. If they didn’t move from the bed now he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking her in the next few seconds.
She was flushed. Her skin was luminous with her recent orgasm and the fine coating of sweat their exertions had produced. Her eyes still had a just-come veneer to them and Finn wanted to keep them that way. A self-satisfied smile curled her mouth and her lips were puffy and red from where his cock had stretched them. Everything about her screamed fucked and fucked well, and they’d barely begun.
Finn grinned and rolled off the bed. “I’ll get the water running.” He strode into the en suite.
He had the plug in and the water a third of the way up the side of the tub before Ethan came in carrying Kitty. Finn arched an eyebrow.
“She wasn’t moving on her own,” his friend said with a grin.
Nodding, he stepped over the side of the tub and held his arms out for Ethan to pass Kitty over.
With Kitty securely in his arms, Finn lowered himself into the water. Ethan climbed in at the other end, and once Finn had spun her to sit between his spread legs—her back against his chest—Ethan pulled her feet into his lap and grabbed the soap.
Ethan took his time to lather his hands before passing the bar to Finn. While Ethan worked on Kitty’s feet and calves, Finn skimmed his bubble-slick hands over her shoulders and down her arms. They dealt with her extremities first. Taking their time to make sure no millimetre of skin went unattended.
“Mmmthis feels amazing.” Kitty’s words could barely be heard above the running water.
Finn nodded his head at Ethan who reached behind him to switch the tap off. The warm water was over the jets now and Finn rinsed his hand before grabbing the control knob and switching it to low.
Streams of bubbles blew gently through twelve strategically placed nozzles. Each one designed to hit the body in just the right spot no matter where in the tub you sat. Of course, some of those positions didn’t calm the body, but he’d save those for later. First they’d finish washing every inch of the beautiful woman floating in the water with them.
Ethan trailed his hands farther up Kitty’s legs and Finn moved his hands over her shoulders and down over her collarbones. He skimmed the top of her breasts but didn’t dip lower, instead, he brushed his fingertips up to her throat and down again. She shivered beneath his touch and goose bumps rose across her chest.
He smiled and continued to play his fingers over her skin. Kitty arched her back, thrusting her breasts up to entice his hands. Finn had control but those tempting mounds were too much for him to ignore. He’d wanted his hands on them since before Ethan had removed her top to reveal her pert tits perched on top of the corset she’d bought just for them.
Finn’s smile grew bigger. He couldn’t deny experiencing a thrill at the knowledge Kitty had wanted to dress up for them even if he thought the thing was a torture apparatus and should be banned from her wardrobe. He’d have to remember to get rid of it so she wouldn’t be tempted to wear it again.
Not that he thought she would considering the pain it had obviously caused her. She still had red indents on her sides where the thing had dug into her. He moved his hands to the outer edges of her breasts and slid his palms over those marks. He soothed them with soft caresses until she wiggled against him— brushing her arse against his erection.
That small, insubstantial touch sent Finn’s hormones into overdrive. Blood rushed. His heart slammed against his ribs. And his cock strained to the point he thought he might burst out of his skin. He’d been horny before. Lusted after women and had them for hours on end, but he’d never recovered this quickly.
Never been ready to fuck the second after he’d blown his load.
Except with Kitty.
Everything was different with her.
She drove him out of his mind with want and as much as he wanted to be gentle—take their time—he was done waiting to get inside her.
Finn grabbed her waist and lifted. “Lean forward. On your knees and put your hands on Ethan’s shoulders,” he ordered.
“What?”
“Come here, Kelly,” Ethan urged as he reached for her.
His friend knew what Finn wanted, and they soon had Kitty on her knees facing away from Finn. He stared at her pussy, the lips still plump and red, her puckered anus a little pink from where Ethan had stretched her wide. Finn wanted to fuck her there but he’d take her pussy first.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Why?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him.
“Because if you’re protected, I’m going in without a condom.” Finn got to his knees and positioned himself behind her. “Are you or not?”
“Pregnancy isn’t the only thing I need protecting from.”
One side of Finn’s mouth twitched, but he held the smile at bay. “No, it’s not. But you don’t have to worry about that from us.”
She arched an eyebrow at him and he couldn’t hold back the grin anymore.
“I’m clean. I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom.”
Her other eyebrow joined the first. “Why?”
“Because I’m not stupid enough to take a chance like that,” he growled.
“No. I understand why you don’t have sex without protection. Why are you prepared to take the risk with me?” she asked.
It was a good question. One he wasn’t willing to answer truthfully just yet. They’d talked about it, him and Ethan. They didn’t want this to be a one-time deal. What they wanted was so far out of the norm he didn’t think any woman would agree. Not unless they made it so she couldn’t live without either of them. And that’s exactly what their plan was. Make Kitty fall madly in love with both of them so that when they asked her to move in and spend her life with them, she wouldn’t be able to say no.
Ethan held his breath while Finn tried to convince Kelly to go without a condom. Not that she’d admitted to being on the pill yet. A small part of him didn’t care if she wasn’t. But getting her pregnant and trapping her into a relationship wasn’t the way he wanted this thing between them to go.
She turned to look at him. Her eyes searched his for long seconds before she gave a tiny nod. “I’m on the pill.”
“Thank fucking Christ.” Finn wrapped his hands around Kelly’s hips and drove his cock into her.
A cry tore from her throat as the power of Finn’s thrust pushed her against Ethan’s chest. He looked at his friend over her shoulder and without speaking a word got his message across.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough,” Finn said as he slowly pulled back. “You make me crazy, Kitty.”
Ethan knew the feeling. She’d been driving him out of his mind for two long years and he was done with the insanity. He slipped his hands to her waist. “Hold my shoulders and brace your arms.”
Once she’d gotten some stability, Finn pushed back into her. The moan that slipped passed her lips had Ethan bending his head and taking her mouth with his. He kissed her long and deep. Drove his tongue inside her in the same rhythm his friend was filling her with his cock.
Together they took her, and Ethan had to struggle to keep from surging to his knees and replacing his tongue with his dick. He tore his mouth from hers and nibbled his way down her chin and along her jaw until he reached the tender skin beneath her ear. Nuzzling into the delicate spot, he
whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to her—with her—against her damp flesh.
“I’m going to fuck you like Finn is. Raw. Nothing between us.”
Ethan flicked her lobe with his tongue and was rewarded with a shiver. A moan.
“I’m going to spray that juicy cunt with come and mark you as mine.”
“Oh God.” She arched into him.
“And then I’m going to do it again. Watch Finn do it again. Until our come is mixed together and dripping out of that sweet cunt of yours.” Ethan had never been this into dirty talk, but Kelly, the way she reacted to his voice—his words—squeezed his balls and filled his cock with lava-hot blood.
She whimpered and drove her hips back against Finn. Ethan smiled. Yeah, she totally got off on the dirty talk.
“You know where else I want to mark you with my come?” He didn’t wait for her to reply. “On your tits. Your stomach. That pretty face. Down your throat. Up your arse.”
Kelly shuddered and moaned and Ethan grabbed her shoulders to hold her steady while he manoeuvred to his knees. He had to get his cock inside her.
“I want to mark every inch of your body with my come. But we’re gonna start with your throat.” Ethan gripped her jaw and held her head still. “Open wide, beautiful.”
Her lips parted the barest bit and he speared his cock between them. She opened wider, took him deep and slicked her tongue along his length. He saw stars right before his eyes crossed.
Damn. No wonder Finn had come quickly. She was a fucking master at sucking cock.
“Goddamn, that feels amazing.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her in place. “Get ready to be fucked from both ends again, baby.”
Ethan timed his thrusts with Finn’s. Both of them drove into her and pulled out at the same time. Filled her up repeatedly until they were both on the verge of coming. He knew Finn as well as he knew himself and it would only take a few more plunges into her body to send them both over the edge.
But Ethan wanted her with them. “Touch yourself.”
Kelly couldn’t speak around the cock he was shoving down her throat, but he didn’t need words to know what her question was. It was plain as day to see in her gaze, like it was written on her eyeballs.
“Play with your clit. Stroke yourself for me. I can’t reach from here and Finn’s busy filling your cunt.”
Her eyes widened. He could see her need to argue—to refuse—but he pulled her hair, gave it a tug to get her focused on what he wanted. When he was sure he had her complete attention, he repeated his demand.
“Play with your clit, Kelly.”
Ethan saw her hand disappear under her. But he didn’t need that to tell him she was doing as told. Her eyelids lowered as her pupils dilated so far he couldn’t see any of the green he loved so much. She sucked him harder and her teeth and tongue seemed to get a little rougher—desperate—as she slurped away at his length.
Finn moaned, and Ethan knew he wasn’t the only one benefiting from her masturbation. They upped their pace. Each of them pounding into her as she whimpered and moaned around Ethan’s cock.
“C’mon, Kitty. Purr for us, baby,” Finn panted.
Ethan untangled one hand from her hair and slid it down her spine for a few inches before curling his body over her a little and slipping his hand around her ribs to find her tit. It wasn’t hard to do. Not with her nipple standing at attention like a small mountain peak. He caught the hard nub between thumb and finger and squeezed.
It was enough to send her over. She cried around his cock and he thrust deep until his head was wedged into the back of her throat. Finn slammed forward with a roar and Ethan knew he was coming into her cunt. They’d never fucked a woman bare, and the knowledge that his friend was branding Kelly in that primal way sent him toppling into the abyss with them.
She swallowed, her throat milking him of every drop of come he had. He thought he called her name but his ears were thumping and his mind had gone completely blank for a split second so he couldn’t be sure of anything.
Ethan dropped to sit on his heels, his cock sliding from her still sucking mouth to leave a trail of come dripping down her chin. He reached over and swiped the stream of fluid with his thumb, pushing it between her lips so she didn’t lose it. She greedily lapped it up before collapsing against him.
Finn still held her hips, his cock still firmly embedded in her cunt, his forehead resting on her spine while his breath sawed in and out of his chest. Ethan could relate. He’d come harder than he ever had. Twice. And he’d be an idiot to not know it was because of the woman breathing heavily on his chest.
He grinned. The kind of grin that said he’d won the prize. And when Finn finally raised his head, he wore a matching one.
God. She was such a ho. She’d revelled in Ethan’s dirty talk. Creamed herself when Finn had slammed into her that first time. And now, she’d come with her own hand while they fucked her pussy and mouth.
And she wanted more.
So much more.
She’d lost count of how many times she’d come. Not that it mattered. With each orgasm she craved another. And another. She couldn’t seem to get enough.
What if she never got her fill of them?
What if after tonight they never wanted to touch her again?
What if they did?
Kitty hadn’t thought beyond here. Hadn’t once thought she’d actually be here. Not really. Sure, she’d fantasised about it. Too often to count. But when it came down to bare-bones truth she hadn’t dared believe they’d want her the way she wanted them.
Except they did.
And how.
She shivered. Memory delivered a delicious thrill that rolled over her with such force she might as well still be living the moment.
“Cold?” Ethan asked.
Kitty shook her head.
“We should get out anyway. The water’s going cold even if you aren’t.” Finn smoothed his hand over her bottom as he pulled his semi-erect cock out of her.
Her pussy rippled with pleasure as the hard length slid over enflamed tissues. She moaned, pushing her hips backwards and chasing after the pleasure once more.
God. She really was a ho.
She’d never been like this with any other man. She couldn’t decide if it was because there were two of them and therefore the pleasure was doubled, or if it was just them. Her gut told her it was the latter, but that meant she’d never feel this level of bliss again once they were done with her.
And they would be done.
Kitty knew the score. No woman lasted longer than a couple of weeks at most. The majority no more than a weekend. The question was could she live with it once they’d had enough of her.
Could she watch them move on to the next woman?
She shuddered at the thought. Her stomach cramped tight as a lump grew in her throat. She’d never survive that. After having them inside her she couldn’t bear to watch them with her replacement. There was no question. In her mind there was only one solution.
When they were done with her she’d have to quit her job.
Chapter Five
Ethan wasn’t sure what had happened. At some point between getting out of the tub and now—five minutes tops—Kelly had closed herself off. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly when the change had occurred, and outwardly she appeared the same—except her eyes. Her eyes had lost their sparkle. Something had caused their brightness to dim and he wanted to obliterate whatever it was and see them glow again. See them flash with her need and excitement.
She hadn’t said a word.
She’d put her hands in his and let him help her from the bath. There had been no argument when Finn had wrapped a towel around her or when they’d rubbed the soft cotton over every inch of her. It was like dealing with a mannequin—an emotionless dummy they could move at will. When they’d finished drying her, Ethan had handed her a fresh towel for her hair while he and Finn took care of themselves.
And still
there were no words.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to get close to her again.
Moving up beside her, he picked up a thin rope of her hair and rolled the wet strands between his thumb and fingers. Even waterlogged, he could feel the silky-smooth texture. She always wore it up at work, and when he’d first seen her tonight with the dark mass draping her shoulders—the long ends playing peek-a-boo with her breasts—he’d wanted to tangle his fingers in it—feel it brushing against his skin.
“I never realised how long your hair is,” Ethan murmured as he did exactly as he’d wanted—tangled his fingers in the damp length.
She turned her head towards him. “It needs a cut.”
“No.” He used his grip to tug her face closer to his. “Don’t cut it. I like it long. I can use it to do this.” Ethan tightened his hold and pulled her in those last few inches to plant his mouth on hers—swallowing her gasp as he did.
He went slowly even though everything inside him screamed to dive right in. Taking his time, he left no millimetre of her mouth unexplored. Starting with her lips. She let him lick her—learn the contours, the lushness, the sweet taste of her. And when he was satisfied he’d mapped everything there, he went deeper.
With a bold stroke, he pressed his tongue between her lips and slid it along the edge of her teeth. She opened for him and a soft moan slipped up her throat when he dove into the dark depths of her mouth. Her tongue joined his. Warm and wet, their tongues danced and their breaths mingled. It was slick heat and it oozed through his veins like melted chocolate, coating everything in a sticky-sweet indulgence that bombarded his senses.
“Mmm.” Kelly hummed into his mouth and Ethan had to fight for control as the sound vibrated over his nerves, tightened his chest and centred in his groin.
He had to have her.
Again.
She made him ravenous—insatiable. Already blood filled his dick, and in spite of the number of times he’d come or how recently, his balls were tucking up into his body, preparing to unload another sacful of come.
