Seduced by Three

by Sylvia Ryan

  Sarge and Van descended on her at the same time, and she immediately felt the cool sensation of lubrication on her anus as large hands spread her cheeks apart. A finger breached the tiny hole, spreading more cool gel inside her.

  Luke stayed near her head, his eyes twinkled with mischief. “How does that feel, ladybug? You like having a finger in your ass?” Luke’s voice lowered. “There will be more than just a finger going there by the time we’re done.”

  Grace’s entire body prickled from his words as more wet heat rushed to her pussy.

  “Just relax, Sarge is getting you ready for us.” Luke traced kisses up Grace’s arm and then latched on to the sensitive skin that joined her neck and shoulder. She released a groan as Luke rolled his tongue and sucked the skin there while Sarge began to insert something cool into her ass. Slowly, so slowly he invaded her, stretched her with it. Another involuntary groan escaped her lips.

  “You like that plug in your ass, don’t you?” Luke’s throaty voice purred through her head. “You like the sting, the squeeze of your asshole around the base.” She felt the slight pop of relief from the stretching as the end of the plug narrowed, allowing it to stay tightly in place.

  Unexpectedly, large hands gripped her ankles and flipped her over onto her back. Luke left the side of the bed that gave him easy access to her ear and settled himself across the head of the bed on the other side of her. He propped himself up with his forearm and raked her nude body with a hungry gaze. “Look at those cocks. I bet your mouth is watering to have one of them in your mouth.”

  Grace’s breathing quickened as she peered over the hills of her breasts to look at Sarge and Van standing beyond them.

  “Which cock do you want in your mouth? Choose now, or we’ll choose for you.” Sarge’s words were clipped, gruff. Both men stroked the solid lengths jutting out from their bodies. Their gazes seared her skin.

  “Van.” Grace exhaled his name. She watched as he strolled next to the bed until he could position himself so that she could receive the rigid length of flesh into her mouth.

  He stared down at her. “Open.” The command from him sent a fresh flood of wetness between her legs. Van was a gentle lover, the one who wouldn’t be able to handle her more extreme needs. Wasn’t he? She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him. The smooth softness of his cock entering her mouth prompted another groan.

  “Take it,” Luke ordered into her ear as Van continued his forward progress to the back of her throat. He grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her head still as he started a slow, relaxed rhythm in and out of her eager mouth.

  “You like that, ladybug? Do you like Van fucking your mouth?”

  Grace closed her eyes. Luke’s erotic whispers in her ear turned her on…took her to a different reality. She was going to keep her eyes closed and let Luke’s dirty talk guide her through this overwhelming experience.

  Hands placed Grace’s feet flat on the bed. Her legs were wide apart, exposing her seeping, needy pussy.

  “He’s looking at that pretty pussy, trying to decide what to do first,” Luke murmured.

  Grace’s pussy lips quivered with the knowledge that Sarge’s eyes were fixed there. She moaned against Van’s intruding cock.

  “That fucking feels amazing, doesn’t it, Van? Her throat vibrating against your head?”

  Van grunted, and then the sudden distraction of a tongue sweeping from the butt plug to her clit teased her.

  “Mmm, I know you taste good. My cock’s rock hard just remembering what you taste like. He’s settling in between those sexy thighs of yours. He’s going to take his time eating your cunt, fucking you with his tongue.”

  Luke was right. Sarge’s slow, torturing licks through the channel of moisture from her entrance to her clit made the silent statement that he was in no hurry. It was excruciating. The sheer eroticism of what they were doing had already primed her for climax. But Sarge’s meandering tongue pressing hot and wet into the entrance to her cunt and then lazily moving up to her clit would not take her there.

  And he knew it.

  Grace voiced her protest to Sarge’s teasing with an urgent sound that was quickly muffled by Van’s invading cock.

  “So, ladybug, I guess I get what’s left,” Luke whispered. She felt the bed dip as he scooted closer to her and rolled a nipple between his fingers. “Do you like pain, Grace?”

  She whimpered in response, barely able to hear Luke’s words. Van’s tempo had increased. His grip in her hair tightened while Sarge’s tongue centered its attention on Grace’s clit.

  Luke sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth and played with it, rolled his tongue over it and then bit it.

  There was so much—too much happening for her mind to register.

  She had to let go. Had to enter that place in her head where there was only sensation. Grace’s body wound tighter and tighter, and her muscles stiffened as the overwhelming onslaught of their attention increased.

  “Van’s going to come pretty soon, ladybug. Suck him hard. Drain his cock with your mouth.”

  Grace was in her own head, reveling in the pleasure she gave Van and the pleasure she was receiving. He pumped into her mouth hard and fast. Then with a deep thrust and a hoarse curse, hot cum shot to the back of her throat.

  “Fuck, Grace, suck it, baby,” Van groaned as his cock retreated and surged in again. His moan filled her ears as the last trickle of his release landed on her tongue. Grace wanted to grab Van, keep him close to her after he pulled his cock out of her mouth, but she was merely a passenger, not the conductor of this ride. She groaned at the loss, but only for a moment as the actions of the other men became her focal point.

  She raised her hips in an attempt to grind herself into Sarge’s mouth. So close, she was so close.

  “Beg him for it, ladybug. Beg him to latch on to your clit,” Luke rasped in her ear.

  “Please,” she cried as she tried to get more. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Please, Sarge.” She was asking him for so much more than her release, and from the expression on his face, he knew it. They both needed things to be better between them. His eyes softened, and a small smile passed over his lips before he turned his attention back to her cunt.

  Both Van and Luke lavished her breasts. They licked, pinched, and wrung the sensitive tips. She was drowning in their touch. Each searing contact of their tongues on her, each exciting pinch of her nipples and caress of her flesh built on the last, nearly overwhelming her.

  Finally, Sarge concentrated his attention on her clit. He pulled it into his mouth, flicked it with his tongue, and teased it with his teeth. Grace floated on the brink of orgasm for a few long moments before her keening cry signaled her climax. Her muscles locked. She froze in place, only feeling the pleasure. The involuntary quivering of her inner muscles found nothing to grip on to. She was empty. The orgasm was good, but her pussy demanded to be filled. Grace lay, catching her breath when hands rolled her back onto her stomach.

  “I’ve been very patient,” Luke growled into her ear. “It’s time for my reward.”

  Grace felt the release and slow exit of the butt plug from her body. She let out a short cry from the loss of it. Her body’s ache to be filled consumed her.

  “Get on your hands and knees, Grace.” Luke sounded like he was talking through gritted teeth.

  She scooted closer to the corner of the bed where the handcuffs were secured and raised herself onto all fours. Sarge lifted her slightly as Luke slid in underneath her. They were eye to eye. Luke’s hungry stare prompted more moisture to prepare her cunt for him. She felt the tip of his shaft at her pussy. He pressed down on her hips and speared her with his long, thick cock. He completely filled her in one long push until her clit rubbed against the base where they were joined. Her interior muscles gripped him eagerly, and she released a breath of satisfaction. Luke’s arms wrapped around her tightly as she lay on top of him. The haze that surrounded her began to lift, and
Grace realized where this was going. Her body tensed, and Luke’s arms clutched her harder.

  “Do you surrender, sweet Gracie? Do you need to use your safe word?” Sarge taunted her. “Or do you still think you want all of us?” Sarge’s gravelly words burned in her ear.

  She didn’t answer him. She was too stubborn and proud to admit she was intimidated at the thought of having two men inside her.

  She felt the cool gel applied to her rear again seconds before Sarge pushed the smooth dome of his penis past the pink rosette of her ass.

  “Oh shit,” Grace gasped and tried to get out of Luke’s clinch, but his arms caged her. She knew her only escape was the safe word.

  Fuck that.

  “He’s takin’ it slow and sweet, ladybug,” Luke drawled. “Look at you, shameless with your ass up in the air for him. It pushes me to contemplate all the sinful things I want from your body.”

  “This isn’t sinful?” Grace snapped.

  “I didn’t give you permission to speak, Gracie,” Sarge said as he smacked the round globe of her ass while still advancing inside of her.

  “There you go. I’m all in,” he choked the words out, and she experienced a moment of satisfaction in knowing he was having a hard time staying in control.

  The two men began to move in sync with one another. Grace could not contain her shouts of gratification at being filled and from the torture of being so overfilled.

  “God, you’re so damn tight.” Luke’s usually casual tone was replaced by labored speech and erratic breathing.

  She barely heard him. She had relinquished the last remnants of her will and retreated to the parts of herself where only rapture remained. There were no grating remarks, no judgments on how she should behave, just sheer sensation and love. She loved that these men set aside their petty pride and needs to possess her for themselves and give this to her.

  Her body was one coiled mass of muscle and bone ready to let loose the massive explosion of pleasure that had been building there. Grace’s cries flowed out of her.

  “I’m going to come,” she sobbed.

  “Do it,” Luke shouted. “Come on my cock, baby.”

  The men worked together like a precision machine, pistoning faster and harder into her.

  Sarge’s grip on her hips was lethally tight as he pounded into her, and then he let loose a shout of his own.

  Grace felt the wave of hot cum slicken her quivering muscles’ grip on his cock. She undulated her hips, grating her clit on Luke several more times, reaching for her climax. And then it came. Her cries joined Luke’s as Grace rode the uncontrolled shudders of her orgasm. The feeling was so overwhelming, so intense she had no sense of place or time, no inhibitions, just her drowning in a sea of physical pleasure.

  As the men’s actions slowed, then stopped, Grace lay gulping in air, exhausted and overcome on Luke’s chest. He held her to him as Sarge pulled out of her. There was the click and release of the cuff on her wrist, and she opened her eyes to meet Van’s green gaze.

  Luke released her to him, and Van cooed praise and reassurances into her ear while he smoothed a damp rag over her, cleaning her up. Then he rested in the bed with her in his arms, running his fingers through her hair and caressing her back.

  “I love you, Grace. We all love you. We need things to be right between us again. Let’s do that. Please, baby, let’s try.”

  Van, the sweet gentle lover, had returned and cradled her into a calm, comforting peace.

  Grace fell asleep in his arms.

  Neither the hour of rest with Van wrapped around her nor the shift in dynamics between all of them was enough to completely change her mind about her plans to leave. Yes, enough of the steam had been released from the pressure cooker to make her second-guess her decision throughout the evening. But in the end, it was not enough to change her mind. It was the perfect time, really. The men were on good terms with each other, and she wouldn’t be there to stir up trouble between them anymore.

  Later that night, she lay in bed for two hours, trying to memorize the feeling of having Van’s body sleeping next to her. She closed her eyes tight and concentrated on the experience. The rise and fall of his chest underneath her hand, the firmness of his bicep underneath her ear, his warm skin on her check, the slight caress of the hairs on his legs tickling the leg she had slung over him. She concentrated so hard, for so long, that she knew she would take a part of him home with her.

  She waited until she was sure that all three men were asleep. Then, she lifted herself onto an elbow and tried to get a look, one last look, at them, but it was too dark. Slowly, Grace leaned into the space where Van’s breathing originated until her lips brushed on his hot skin. She placed a tender kiss there, not really knowing where exactly she was kissing him. It didn’t matter. She inhaled the scent of his skin underneath her nose. It was even better than a last look. She committed his smell to memory then slid off the bed and crept up the stairs.

  Grace didn’t stop for clothes, boots, or her weapon. Leaving them behind was part of her plan. It was a smoke screen, left on purpose to divert them from thinking she returned back to her own shelter. They would just follow her there if there was any indication at all that she left to go home, but she knew it wouldn’t cross their minds if she left her gun and shoes behind. She left the cubbyhole door open as well, for the same reason.

  Tears overflowed from her eyes, forming a continuous march of liquid down her cheeks and onto her shirt. The lump in her throat was so big, she couldn’t swallow.

  She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to be selfish. She wanted to be with them so badly that she paused in the darkness of the kitchen, stumbling over her decision, unsure, while the wet spots on her T-shirt bloomed.

  She thought of her dad. Just a split-second flash, but it was enough. Grace squared her shoulders. She was going to do what she had to do, and she was going to do it with strength and dignity.

  When Grace finally stepped out the back door of the house, a blast of cold air slammed into her. She smelled winter. The Indian summer had ended suddenly, and brisk wind and cold temperatures had taken over. She went to the makeshift outhouse in the backyard and pulled down the tarp that was hanging there for privacy. She left it on the ground in a way that made it look like there had been a struggle. Then she opened the gate as far as the heavy chain that was padlocked into place would allow and slipped through the gap. As she came to the front corner of the house, she sat motionless in the shadows and waited. It didn’t take long for her teeth to start chattering as she sat there. She curled her legs up into the big T-shirt and drew her arms in from the armholes, wrapping them around herself. She had to be patient. She wanted to be absolutely sure that it was safe to leave the yard.

  After ten minutes, she was about to go. Then, for a moment, she hesitated. Now this was stupid. No weapon, no clothes, nothing. She knew she was making a poor judgment call as far as her safety was concerned. She watched and waited a while longer while she debated again whether she should go back down to the shelter or risk going home.

  She had loved the no-holds-barred fucking she had gotten that afternoon, but she knew the positive aura of satisfaction after the fuck-a-thon would fade and the competition, animosity, and hurt feelings would begin again soon. It was good that she was leaving on a positive note. But her heart already twisted at the thought of detaching from the men she loved, and she wasn’t even out of the yard yet. And she did love them. She refused to be the thing that made them unhappy or hurt. She just couldn’t be that anymore.

  Grace glanced over her shoulder toward the bushes where her bike was hidden. Without another thought, she pulled it away from the house and began pedaling toward home. The cold air assaulted her, and the wind rushed her ears. Tears streamed from her eyes and streaked back from her face into her hairline as she pedaled as fast as she could and shot through the dark, frigid night.

  Chapter 20

  Van woke in the center of the t
win bed, and an immediate feeling of dread settled in the pit of his stomach. His subconscious told him that Grace had been gone from the bed for too long. He slid out, turned on a flashlight, and surveyed the shelter. The little door at the top of the stairs was open. He silently climbed the stairs, walked through the house, and then out to the backyard. When he saw the ripped down privacy screen from the latrine, he knew Grace was gone.

  Van’s stomach sank like a stone as he returned to the shelter to wake up Sarge and Luke.

  “This isn’t another one of her field trips,” Sarge said. “Her boots are here, her gun is here, and the door wasn’t replaced. She would only leave it open if she was planning to come right back. Something is wrong.”

  “Luke and I should gear up and start searching.” Van heard the urgency in his own clipped words. “We’ll start at the lake and work our way back.” He glanced at Sarge, then at Luke.

  “I’d go with you, but I wouldn’t get very far,” Sarge said, pointing at his leg.

  “Let’s do it,” Luke announced, standing up.

  Both men readied themselves and were out on the street fifteen minutes later. Luke and Van walked side by side toward the grizzly barricade at the end of the street, guns in hand. They had never patrolled together before, but it didn’t show. Both men knew their way around a weapon, and they were acutely aware of the dangers they were facing. They covered each other wordlessly as they trolled the inner city residential area. The weather had turned cold, and the morning sky was the typical gunmetal gray of November in Ohio.

  When they reached the shore of Lake Erie, it was deserted in both directions as far as the eye could see. The wind blew over the expanse of water in strong gusts, and large swells crashed against the piers. The men looked at each other.

  “Suggestions?” Luke asked.

  Van’s thought processes stumbled for a split second as his eyes traveled over to the clump of shrubbery and trees he’d spotted Grace in when they’d first met. He had actually expected her to be here at the lake, maybe because the alternative was more than he would be able to bear.