by Rhian Cahill
She was flushed all over and a fine layer of sweat sparkled in the moonlight coming through the window. Her pace picked up and she slammed down with more force on each plunge. Miki reached behind her and Grant groaned in pleasure. Then it was Dayne’s turn to groan. Her fingers stroked his balls and sent him into orbit. The fire blazing in his groin exploded in a fireball of desperate need. He let go of her breasts and gripped her waist. Holding her still, he drove his hips up, slamming his cock in and out as he lost all control and came with her name on his lips.
He reared up and latched onto one of her nipples. Sucking it into his mouth, he raked it with his teeth. Miki bowed against him and cried out. Grant’s hand grazed his balls and he realised his friend had pushed a finger into her arse. She contracted around him and Grant’s finger pressed into him through the thin layer of her body. Her orgasm milked the last of his seed from his balls and he moaned as the final waves of bliss rolled away.
Spent, Miki fell forward, Grant following. Their combined weight pushed Dayne down but he didn’t have the energy to protest, never mind move. Every limb felt like a limp noodle and refused to cooperate when his brain directed them to function. Grant pulled free of Miki’s body sending aftershocks of sensation through her and Dayne. Her cunt walls rippled along his length and shot electric darts of lust into his balls. A shudder ripped loose, shaking him from head to toe, and the fire he’d just satisfied sprang to life.
“Grant. You didn’t.” Miki spoke against Dayne’s chest, her words slurred.
“Don’t worry about me.” Grant moved and pulled her with him. “I’ve got a plan and all you have to do is lie there.”
Dayne disposed of the used condom and leaned against the headboard to watch. Grant rolled her to her stomach beneath him. He thought his friend was going to fuck her from behind, but he sat back on his knees and began to pull his cock in a firm grip. Obviously their lovemaking had Grant close to coming already, because after only a few hard strokes he came all over Miki’s arse. Dayne’s cock pulsed as his mate began to rub his come into her supple cheeks and Dayne had to check the urge to reach over and help him. No doubt about it, this thing with Miki was going to test his limits and then some.
It wasn’t that he found Grant arousing, but what Grant was doing certainly pushed some buttons. Then again, watching the two of them together had multiplied his sensations tenfold. He didn’t understand the need to share Miki with his best friend, but he didn’t question it either. It was what it was and had been for as long as they’d known her. Nothing about his desire for Miki had been normal. He’d lusted after other girls in his teens, but he’d craved Miki. The problem had been reconciling that need with the one to share her with his best friend. And they’d never been able to do that back in high school.
Now they had to figure out how to make it work as adults. He didn’t care what anyone else thought. Dayne knew now he’d had Miki he couldn’t live without her, and the last ten years had already proven he couldn’t live without Grant either. The trick would be meshing their three lives with as little fallout as possible. Grant wouldn’t be an issue, but Miki was another story. She’d given them a night, but could he dare hope when morning came she’d offer them more?
Grant trailed his hand over the curve of Miki’s hip, up along her ribs and around to cup her breast, her silky skin like satin beneath his fingers. He toyed with her nipple, plucked at it until the flesh puckered into a hard point. Leaning forward, he licked at a group of freckles on her shoulder blade with the tip of his tongue before nipping with his teeth. She moaned and moved into his caress, squirmed on the bed beside him.
“Roll onto your stomach.”
He nudged her gently and Dayne scooted back to give Miki room to lie flat. Hopping up on his knees, Grant pulled her arms over her head.
“Don’t move them,” Grant whispered in her ear before he laved the delicate outer shell and nipped at her lobe. She shuddered beneath him. He smoothed his hand down her back and over the slope of her arse, his fingers brushing lightly along the crease between her legs. Travelling lower, he parted her legs as he continued on his journey. Reaching her feet, he massaged her insteps until she went soft under his questing fingers. Grant could see her pussy, plump and enticing, wet with her cream, but he wasn’t ready to go there yet. First he wanted to join the dots up her legs, along her spine, across her arse.
He started on her left calf and licked and nibbled, stroked and kneaded. Dayne joined in, working her right leg while she moaned and wiggled. Grant found a ticklish spot at the back of her knee and amused himself by torturing her with light brushes of his fingers for long minutes. Moving on, he rolled his thumbs along her thigh, tense muscles soon turned lax under his tender care. Avoiding her arse, he began at the indent on her lower back. Dayne was a step behind, and each of them roamed her back in perfect sync as they loved Miki with their hands and mouths.
Grant worked his way back down her body, licking at the sexy freckles he’d always craved a taste of. He cupped her arse cheeks, pushed them together, pulled them apart. A glimpse of cream-slick folds had his cock throbbing, but he’d have to wait. He wanted to drive her to the edge before he took his own pleasure at the same time he let her have hers. Dayne continued to explore her back, each of them drawing moans of pleasure from her throat with their sensual assault. The little whimpers drove Grant’s arousal higher, had his own need yanking at his control.
Together they drove Miki to the peak over and over, never letting her reach the final summit. If they’d planned it, he and Dayne couldn’t have been more in tune with each other—with Miki. Her moans had turned to pleas and finally she was begging them to take her.
“Have you ever taken it up the arse, Miki?” Grant slid a cream-coated finger into the puckered hole he planned to take in the next few minutes. Her answer would decide how he took it.
“Yes.” The word burst from her on a cry of pleasure as he worked a second finger into her tight rear passage.
Grant stroked her clit with his other hand, brought her to the peak again but didn’t let her fall. Not yet. He wanted to be buried inside her tight body when she finally went over the edge. She lifted her hips from the bed, drove her arse onto his fingers and he knew she was ready. Grant glanced at Dayne; saw his mate was one step ahead with his cock already sheathed in protection. He held out a condom ready for him. Miki cried in protest when he pulled free of her body to put the rubber on.
Dayne thrust two fingers into her cunt and thumbed her clit while Grant rolled the thin layer of latex down his throbbing shaft. With his friend’s fingers still buried in Miki’s hot pussy, he brought the head of his cock to her arse and pushed forward. She was tight, but he didn’t get a chance to ease off as Miki reared back and impaled herself on his entire length. The cry that flew past his lips mingled with hers and echoed around them. He could feel Dayne’s fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, the sensation foreign to Grant, but a stimulation that ramped up his urge to fuck her hard and fast.
He withdrew, her muscles clenching at his retreating erection. In a slow slide, Grant entered her again, the dual sensation of her tight channel and Dayne’s thrusting fingers sending fire up his spine.
“More,” Miki panted. “Oh God, more.”
Grant looked at Dayne, and when his friend nodded, he rammed his cock balls deep, held her hips to his and rolled to his back. Dayne’s hands guided her until she sat, arse impaled on his hard shaft, legs draped over Grant’s. He moved his legs wider and Dayne kneeled between them. Leaning up, Grant grabbed hold of Miki’s knees and pulled them up and back. He could only imagine the view he was giving his best friend with his cock buried in Miki’s snug rear end and her cunt wide open and waiting for Dayne to drive himself home.
“Jesus.” Dayne’s word was like a prayer as he stared at Miki’s cunt with such naked longing Grant had to look away.
“Now,” Miki demanded. “I need…”
“Hurry up, man. I’m not gonna last much longer,”
he growled.
Dayne moved forward, his neck corded as he concentrated on easing into Miki’s body. Grant clenched his jaw as Miki’s arse tightened further around his cock, the hot suction threatened to drag him over the edge far too soon.
“God,” Miki gasped.
“Too much? Should I stop?” Dayne asked, his voice strained with tension.
“Yes. No. Oh God, more.” Miki threw her head back against Grant’s chest and moaned.
He felt every inch of Dayne’s length as he pushed into her pussy. When his friend was fully seated they stilled. No one breathed or moved a muscle for a split second as they absorbed the amazing sensation of being joined together. Then Miki’s body clenched and Grant saw stars.
Clasped in her rear passage with his best friend filling her from the front, Grant knew a pleasure like none before, none ever imagined. He bucked his hips, pulled and pushed through the hot glove surrounding his swollen cock. In a burst of action, they surged into motion. Dayne pulling out as Grant pushed in, the rhythm hot and fast. It should have been awkward, shouldn’t be as natural as breathing, but that’s exactly how it felt. Their mutual needs driving them all towards the ultimate release.
Miki writhed between them, caged by their larger bodies her movements were restricted, but she made up for it by clamping down on them with internal muscles. Grunts and groans echoed off the walls and Mikaila continued to demand more. Grant’s balls burned with his approaching orgasm but he wanted her with him. Wanted them all to go over together.
“I’m close,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“Me too,” Dayne panted.
Grant cupped her arse in his hands, held her open to their pounding cocks. She locked her legs around Dayne’s waist and Grant wiggled one hand between the tangle of bodies to find her clit. His fingers brushed his friend’s cock as he surged in and out of Miki’s cunt before he found the protruding bundle of nerves and pressed down. The first convulsion took his breath; the second nearly squeezed his dick off as she came with a scream. Her arse milked his length as wave after wave rolled through her.
Dayne went next and Grant was blindsided by the pulsing of his friend’s orgasm, the thin membrane separating their cocks was no barrier to the spasms rocking Dayne’s body. Electricity shot down his spine and exploded in his balls. He thrust up into Miki’s arse and held there. Spurt after spurt of come filled the condom and he cursed the necessary protection. The urge to mark her with his sperm was a primal beat he wanted to answer more than he wanted his next breath.
For long minutes they lay joined, spent and numb beyond caring, Grant barely noticed the heavy weight pressing him into the mattress. Dayne pulled from Miki’s pussy, setting off another wave of contractions inside her. Grant groaned as the blood leaving his cock reversed direction and he began to harden again. She’d turned him into an insatiable sex maniac, but even though his cock thought it was ready for another round the rest of him wanted to sink into the oblivion of exhausted sleep.
Dayne left the room and Grant, cradling Miki, rolled to the side, easing out of her arse as he did. He removed the condom and dropped it in the bin next to the bed. When Dayne returned he held a towel and two wash cloths. Grant made quick work of cleaning himself up and then helped his mate take care of Miki.
“We should shower but I doubt any of us have the energy right now so this will have to do.” Dayne balled the washers and towel together and dumped them on the floor before crawling back on the bed.
Grant pulled Miki against him, her back to his front with his semi-hard erection cradled between the gorgeous cheeks of the arse he’d just fucked. Hot blood flowed, pulsed through his cock at the thought of fucking her again. But Dayne was right, they needed rest. They’d catch a few hours of sleep and start all over again. This time he’d be the one in her cunt, Dayne could take her arse. With erotic visions of Miki sandwiched between them in every conceivable way dancing in his head Grant drifted off to sleep.
Miki rolled over with a groan, her whole body throbbed like a rock band at Big Day Out. Her mouth was dry and her tongue and lips felt swollen. Her eyes refused to open, the heavy weight of her lids too much for her tired muscles to lift. Every part of her ached like she’d been run over by the nine-fifteen train. Lying perfectly still, she tried to focus on where she was and recall what the hell she’d done the night before that might warrant such agony this morning, but the last thing Miki remembered was sitting down with Dayne and Grant—
Air rushed into her lungs on a harsh gasp.
She hadn’t?
The muffled snore that came from Miki’s left made her flinch. She didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Squeezing her eyes tight on the memories now flooding her mind, she hoped it was all a drunken dream and dared to wish it wasn’t. A snore tore through the room on her right and Mikaila cringed. One eye popped open and she turned her head first left, then right, a quick glance on either side before squeezing both eyes closed so tight she could feel the sting of tears.
Oh my God, she had.
Her heart raced and she struggled to draw in a breath. Heat crawled up her face, no doubt the accompanying red tinge with it. Could she be any more mortified? Miki tried to calm herself. Both her bed buddies were sleeping soundly if their snoring was anything to go by, so all she had to do was slip out from between them, grab her clothes and make a run for it. Easier said than done when she had no idea where her clothes had ended up. She swallowed over the lump in her throat, and as slow as possible so as not to shake the bed, she inched her way down the mattress.
The blankets had long since been pushed from the bed so nothing obstructed her progress until she got about halfway. Dizziness stopped her. Miki gasped for air. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath. It was the second gust of oxygen to her lungs that threatened to bring her undone. Breathing through her nose coated her nostrils with the scent of hot male flesh and sex. Her insides clenched and moisture pooled in her pussy, seeped out to cover her folds. She licked her lips, the taste of them still on her tongue. Memories of what they’d done were fresh in her mind and sent lust licking through her veins.
Her pulse sped up with renewed arousal. How she could possibly be horny after all they’d done was beyond her, but that was the least of her worries. She needed to get out of here. Away from the enticing scent of Dayne and Grant before she did something stupid like crawl back up the bed and wake them. Wriggling until her arse hit the edge of the mattress and her feet touched the floor, Miki paused, waited to see if her movements had woken either man. When neither stirred, she pushed herself upright and looked around for her clothes.
Her underwear lay about five feet away but there was no sign of her bra or dress. Miki picked up a blanket from the mess of bedclothes on the floor and wrapped it around her shoulders. She tip-toed to her undies and scooped them up. Balling them in her hand, she surveyed the room once more before remembering they’d removed her dress in the other room. Deciding to go without her bra, she padded her way to the door and slipped out into the hall. She quickened her pace as she headed for the movie room. Once inside, she dropped the blanket and pulled on her dress and panties.
It wasn’t until she reached the front door that Miki realised she had no shoes and Frankie had her house key and money. Backtracking to look for a phone, she tried not to make any noise. The last thing she wanted was to get caught sneaking out of the house like a thief. Spying a phone on the kitchen wall, she raced over, lifted the receiver and dialled Frankie’s home number.
“Come on, come on. Pick up, Frankie.”
After the tenth ring, Mikaila gave up and tried Frankie’s cell. Again there was no answer, and when voice mail kicked in Miki hung up. What the hell would she say? Come get me, I’m at Dayne and Grant’s place ’cause I spent the morning having the best sex of my life with two men I’ve secretly lusted after since high school? Frankie would probably whoop for joy and pat her on the back. Miki closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the wall, the la
st twelve hours replaying in her mind. Taking deep breaths, she struggled to understand what she’d done and why she thought sneaking out this morning was such a good idea.
She’d never dreamed being with them would be so good. All her fantasies paled into nothing when compared to the real thing. There’d been no awkwardness either, their love making, no, the sex had been natural, as if the three of them had done it a million times before. And the orgasms had blown every other climax she’d ever had out of the water too. Everything about their night together was perfect, so why was she running this morning?
Both Grant and Dayne had told her they wanted more than one night, but she didn’t know what that entailed or if she wanted to know. The thought of not seeing them again had her chest tightening and her stomach cramping, but could they turn fantasy into reality? She’d never run from anything in the past, never been a quitter. Her long drawn-out marriage was proof of that. If last night had been a mistake then she’d face it and move on. And if not, she’d deal with the hurdles that came her way, but there was no way she would be a coward and run.
Mikaila pushed off the wall and turned in the direction of the hall. It was time to tell some truths and possibly take the biggest dare of her life.
Grant’s hand on his arm stopped him from chasing after Miki.
“Don’t. Give her a minute. She hasn’t left the house or the alarm would have gone off.”
“Dammit.” Dayne knew his friend was right, but he wanted to go after Mikaila anyway.
“Let’s just see what she does before we go chasing after her like a pair of lunatics.”
