by J. L. Oiler
“I can't seem to find my clothes,” she admitted with a blush as she used one hand to secure the sheet around her.
“Ren probably put them in the dirty clothes.” He tenderly nipped at her bare shoulder. “So while he's out buying us all the garb we'll need for tonight, why don't we get to know each other a little better?”
“What do you mean? What happens tonight?” She glanced at him over her shoulder as he held her spine tight against his chest and groin. The position made her feel adored and protected, both sensations foreign to her.
“Tonight is Halloween, complete with a bright full moon,” he whispered against her hair as he stood, pulling her up with him. “Tonight we can claim you as our mate and seal the bond.” He pushed her down, face first across the bed, and grabbed both hands so he could stretch them high over her head. “I think perhaps I should make certain you're ready. We wouldn't want to hurt you because of your inexperience.”
She unsuccessfully attempted to sit up. “Inexperience?”
“Unless you have taken a cock in your ass while another fucked your wet pussy.” He made the comment with amusement as he pushed the sheet she'd used to cover herself high enough to expose her round rear. “I take it from your silence you've never experienced those particular pleasures together before.”
Trey placed both her wrists securely in one of his large hands and used his other to rub across the newly exposed flesh. “Well I can make certain of at least one of those right now.”
“I… I really need to get home and check on my cat.” All right, it was a poor excuse, but as much as his words excited her, they also scared the crap out of her. Hell, she didn't even own a cat.
“Oh, your cat will be fine, now just relax. I promise you I'll make certain you're really ready before I shove myself deep into your tight, virgin hole.” Trey released her and stood up. Lyssa rolled over and watched as he walked toward one of the closets and disappeared from sight.
Damn girl, now what have you managed to get yourself into? Granted, last night was phenomenal, but you've managed to get in way over your head again. Lyssa ridiculed herself once again as she sat on the edge of the mattress. Her heart pounded hard in her ears. Never had she been so lost so fast, and not with one man but two.
Last night she'd thought that perhaps she could handle the type of relationship they promised. In all honesty, she'd expected them to kick her to the curb this morning after they both managed to get off last night. Now, neither of those seemed possible. They didn't intend to let her go, ever, and she wasn't so certain she would be able to live up to the expectations of this bizarre relationship. Like most women, she'd always wondered and even daydreamed of having the undivided sexual attentions of two gorgeous men, but the reality of the whole thing was a bit over the top.
The sound of the closet door shutting drew her attention back to Trey once again. He smiled at her as he moved across the room carrying an array of sex toys and other things. “Now love, I want you to just relax and feel not think.”
Laying his treasures on the bed beside her, he reached out and unwound the sheet from her body, then tossed it to the bottom of the bed. Lyssa looked toward the items he had set down, but Trey reached out and turned her face back toward him.
“You'll get to know what I brought out soon enough. But first…” He slipped a silvery cuff around one of her wrist then the other, making certain they were tight enough she could not pull her wrist free while ensuring they also didn't cut into her skin. Giving her a wink, he leaned forward to kiss her. Trey pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Burying one hand into her hair, he held her still beneath his tongue's exploration. When he finally pulled back, she smiled at her own breathlessness and swollen lips. Damn she loved the way he kissed her.
Reaching into his collection of toys, Trey brought out a dark, silken blindfold. Lyssa had never thought the idea of being bound and blindfolded was a major turn on, but right now, her cunt was practically weeping in expectation. The silk felt cool against her eyes as he tied it snuggly in place, stealing her sight and increasing her anticipation.
Lyssa felt his hands on her shoulders, running down across her arms and then moving to roll her pebble-hard nipples. The action drew out a husky moan as she ran her tongue out across her dry lips. “You keep doing that and I might forget our lesson and put that talented mouth and tongue of yours to use.” Trey growled as he ran a coarse digit along her lower lip, following the path her tongue had just taken.
“Turn over,” he ordered while taking her by the shoulders to guide her movement. Once she moved into position, he pulled her cuffed hands forward, so instead of supporting her upper body, her head lay flat against the mattress with her rear held high in the air. She remained silent in the submissive position and listened for his movement. Curiosity mixed with nervousness pounded through her veins.
Lyssa jumped, much to his amusement, when she felt him behind her again. Trey pushed her thighs wide, opening her to him more fully. Sucking in a deep breath, she threw her head back as he licked the moist folds of her hot pussy, stopping just short of the rigid clit desperately wanting his attention. She attempted to push back against him, but the manner in which he'd stretched and secured her, and his hands against her thighs, refused to allow her much room to move. Instead, she spread her legs wider, hoping to coax him into taking away the growing need she felt. Still he lapped at only the slightest edge of her trembling cunt lips. His skilled tongue teased her until she had no choice but to beg for relief.
“Please,” she whispered breathlessly as she tried again to drive herself back against his mouth.
“Please what?” he asked, between slow, leisurely licks. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want to come. I want your tongue inside me,” she pleaded desperately.
“As you wish, love,” Trey told her before he nipped the tender flesh of her ass. Using his fingers, he held her open and thrust his tongue deep into her. Her muscles contracted around him. His mouth receded to give its full attention to her tight clit as he rolled and tugged it between his teeth, and fucked two fingers in and out of her clenching flesh. The motion of both increased as she began to moan out her coming orgasm, drawing her further and further over the edge.
“Oh god, Trey, oh yes!” She screamed as her cream flooded across his hands and mouth.
Drawing his face away from her hot flow, he continued to slide his fingers inside her then drew them up across the tight star of her sphincter until it was slick with her fluids. Pressing against the rigid muscles, he forced one finger past the muscled ring and slowly guided it in and out. Lyssa tensed at the intrusion until the initial discomfort passed, replaced by a slowly growing pleasure. Her body relaxed and Trey added another finger to the first, fucking them both in and out of her ass.
With his free hand, he grabbed another of his collected treasures and pushed the switch activating the motions and vibration of the device. A steady hum filed Lyssa's ears as she relaxed once more against his anal stimulation. She vaguely recognized the sound, but the sensation of his digits sliding in and out of her made her too distracted to concentrate.
The sudden vibration of the dildo against her still swollen clit as he pushed it deep into her caught her unexpectedly and brought her to her second orgasm in less than four minutes. That, along with Trey's gentle nips against the skin of her hip, had her trembling and moaning in complete ecstasy.
She felt somewhat lost when he removed his fingers and left the mechanical dick to vibrate inside her without his added motion. However, the sensation was short-lived when his hands once again returned to her hips, and she felt the thick, bulged head of his cock pressing against the tight-ringed muscles of her ass. Lyssa cried out in an odd mixture of pain and pleasure as he pressed inside her, feeding himself inch by throbbing inch deep into the once virgin opening. Once he was seated completely, he leaned forward, released whatever had held her cuffed hands, and pulled her upper body up against his own.
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p; Once she was more accustomed to his size, he began thrusting slowly in and out of her, drawing out and pushing in a bit further each time. As he fucked her from behind, Trey reached around to grip the base of the mechanical cock and began to slide it in and out in contrast to his own pace.
Lyssa could not believe how stuffed she felt as he pumped both his own and the artificial cock inside her. Was this how it would feel to have both Ren and Trey buried deep within her body? It felt so good she didn't know which direction to move, afraid it would disrupt the steady rhythm. Laying her head back against his shoulder, she simply did what he had asked earlier and felt.
An ear-splitting scream filled the air, and it took Lyssa a moment to realize it was her own as the orgasm broke over her, flooding her body and mind with sensations she had only read about in cheap romance novels. Her body clenched and milked him, and soon Trey's roar of release joined hers, as he pulled the dildo free and pumped his hot seed deep into her. The entire experience left them both to collapse breathless and sweaty onto the bed in a crumbled heap of sex-soaked bliss.
After a moment, Trey reached over and pulled the blindfold from her face, released the cuffs from her wrist and positioned her against his chest. “You are absolutely perfect.” He smiled and kissed her forehead.
“Is it going to be that amazing with Ren and you?” She cuddled in close to breathe in his musky scent. Suddenly the need to sleep overcame her, and she covered an involuntary yawn with the back of one hand.
“No love,” he whispered as her eyes drifted closed. “It will be better.”
****
Lyssa awoke, about an hour later, alone once more. This time though, she found a thick, white housecoat across the bottom of the bed. Wrapping herself in the soft cotton material, she padded barefoot out into the hall and down the stairs. The entire house was eerily silent, and she discovered a note left on the coffee table confirming her suspicions; she was truly alone.
The few simple sentences were meant for her when she awoke.
Lys,
Went to go take care of some things for tonight.
Take a hot shower and go grab a few things from your house.
We will meet you here in a little while.
Love, Trey
Checking the clock on the mantle, she was shocked to find it was already three in the afternoon. She had slept away the most of the day. Damn girl, no wonder you have dragon breath, stink, and could eat the rear end out of a cow.
Deciding a shower and her toothbrush were the most immediate of her needs, Lyssa headed for the kitchen and back door. She thought it best to slip out the back and into her own backyard. No sense advertising her activities to the neighbors just yet, though she doubted it would be a secret for long.
The pounding shower felt great on her back as she lathered her hair with a sweet-smelling shampoo and washed away the smell of sweat and sex from her body. She hummed a familiar tune as she shaved her armpits and, moving on to her legs, she continued until she was hairless from the chest down. The cool air rushing across her newly bared skin as she stepped from the shower made her grab for the housecoat she had worn over from next-door. Smiling, she found it was not only warm but also smelled of both Ren and Trey. With her shower complete, her teeth brushed, her hair dried and brushed, Lyssa grinned at the reflection in the mirror. You look like the cat that ate the canary and now is ready for seconds.
A sound from downstairs caught her attention as she stepped into the hall. It sounded as though someone was shuffling through stuff in the small living room, and she assumed either Trey or Ren had returned early from whatever task had taken them away earlier. “I'll be down in a minute,” she yelled as she headed toward her room to throw on some clothes.
“You know with the money you took from me, I would think you could afford a better place.” The voice was a thick growl she immediately recognized as belonging to her ex-husband Cliff. Tension rippled through her. What he was doing in her home was a mystery she intended to solve. Lyssa felt certain she had left him behind in Bridgeport with one of his girlfriends.
“What the hell are you doing here, and how did you get into my house?” She stomped down the narrow stairs to glare at the man who sat on the couch with his dirty boots propped up on the coffee table as though he owned the place. Lyssa scrunched up her nose at him. How she could have ever thought she loved the arrogant man was unimaginable. He stood a good inch shorter than she did, and he tended to spend more time in front of the mirror than most beauty queens. Not that he was much to look at. With his squat build and narrow eyes, he resembled a groundhog more than a man. She failed to understand what she could have ever seen in him.
“My house paid for this place so I have every right to be here.” His gruff tone told her he was annoyed she dared to ask such a question.
“The judge awarded me the house.” She pulled the edges of the housecoat tighter around her. In her fury over his intrusion, she had failed to change.
“I don't give a rat's ass what that bitch judge said. The place was part mine, and I have come to collect my half of the sale.” The look Cliff shot her said he was close to a violent meltdown. She had experienced it a time or two before, and it usually meant she would be nursing a black eye or busted lip by morning, but she was through being scared of what he might do. He was no longer a part of her life, and if he'd come for a fight, she would not stand by and take it this time.
“Where's your girlfriend?” Lyssa wondered if the dingy blonde with an IQ smaller than her bra size was sitting out in the driveway in the car.
“She's visiting her mother. I thought I would head to Vegas for a few days, so I decided I should drop in to see my little bank whore of a wife.” He used the heel of his boot to push her coffee table back, smiling at the obvious scratches he left on the wood top.
Once an asshole always an asshole, Lyssa mused to herself as she looked at her ruined furniture.
“Well I am not your wife and I'm not giving you a cent, so you can take your sorry ass back down the road.” She stood her ground as he jumped to his feet. His face was a mask of rage as he stalked toward her with his fists clenched at his side.
“If you want to leave here alive, you stop right there and take her advice,” Ren said from the front entrance where the door stood open. His voice brought a bright smile to Lyssa's lips.
Cliff spin to face the man who occupied nearly the entire doorway with his hulking size. “Who the fuck are you?” Cliff asked with more than just a bit of challenge in his voice as he glanced at Lyssa then back at the man who had now strolled further into his ex-wife's house.
“Lyssa has no use for you or your kind. Now take yourself back to your vehicle and leave before something bad happens to you,” Ren told the arrogant SOB as he gave Lyssa a once over to be certain she was unharmed. The look in his blue eyes told her if she as so much as whimpered, he would kill the man where he stood.
Focusing his rage back toward her, Cliff glared at her in disgust. “Is this who you're fucking now?” Turning back toward Ren, who was only a few feet away now, he spit at the larger man's feet. “She's a lousy fuck anyways.”
“Actually, she's a wonderful fuck, but then again, only a real man could know such a thing.” Trey said as he stepped through the door, walked straight to the end of the stairs, and wrapped his arms about her waist. “Now as my brother told you, it's time for you to get back to where you came from. Lyssa is no longer your concern.”
Cliff gaped like a fish out of the water, his mouth opening and closing in panic, as he stared at the room's other occupants. Gritting his teeth, he turned to glare daggers one last time at her while he headed for the door, muttering under his breath and stepped back across the threshold. “Whore!”
“How did you both know?” Lyssa asked as she buried herself against Trey, thankful the whole event had not come to blows. She didn't want to look for bail money for her men. Your men? Now you're starting to sound like them. She analyzed her thought for a moment, a
s the two brothers discussed calling someone to be certain Cliff left town.
“We saw the car in the drive and something just didn't feel right.” Ren came forward to pull her away from his twin and into his own embrace, which she readily returned.
“Well, thank you both.” She rose on her tiptoes to deliver a tender kiss across Ren's lips.
“Hey, where's mine?” Trey whined as he reached out and pulled her into his arms to press his lips to hers.
****
Lyssa stood staring at herself in one of the large full-length mirrors occupying the master bath. Both men insisted she remain inside the house until they were certain Cliff had left town for good. This was perfectly fine with her. There was nothing over at the small rental house she really needed, they had seen to every possible need she might have, right down to nail polish for her toes. Now, as she stared at her reflection, she found it hard to comprehend the person looking back at her.
Ren had spent the morning collecting the things he said she would need for the ceremony they kept mentioning. It was to take place at exactly midnight out on the massive rear deck. She pulled at the hem of the dress once more as she worried her lower lip. The thin sheath hung just long enough to hide her bare mound. It was gorgeous, made of a sapphire blue silk with gold stitching along the edges. However, she didn't know how she was supposed to walk anywhere in the garment without showing she wore nothing underneath.
An older woman, who identified herself as Ella, had come to the house earlier and done her hair up in an elegant twist with loose strands curling about her face. She had hummed and smiled brightly, telling Lyssa how honored she was to meet the bond mate of the Lehner brothers, and she would be so pleased to see them finally mated later that night. Evidently, there were to be plenty of witnesses to whatever this bonding ceremony was tonight. This just made the length of the sheath even more disconcerting.
The woman had arrived with Ren and Trey's mother Elisa and their fathers, Arian and Aaron. It was obvious where her mates had gotten their good looks. After a few minutes of talking, it was also easy to see she had their mother to thank for their charming personalities. She had been nervous to meet her future in-laws, or whatever Lyssa was supposed to call them, but their quick acceptance and warm, heartfelt embraces set her quickly at ease.
