by Honor James
She felt Craig smile against her mouth as she wiggled her hips to push Elliott’s fingers, and the lube, deeper into her ass. Sliding his hand over her skin, Craig cupped her pussy, slipping two fingers into her pussy to stroke her in perfect time to the push of Elliott’s own digits.
Clara let her hand move down Craig’s chest and to his cock. She closed her hand around his cock and began to stroke his now latex-covered dick. “I love how hard you are, all the time, I love it.”
“Only for you,” he said with a groan. “Goddamn it, woman, you keep that up and this will all be for naught.” He kissed her again harder, his finger curling inside of her to stroke her deeper while Elliott withdrew his fingers. She felt more lube at her ass before the head of his cock pressed against her back entrance, and he began to feed it in.
“Jesus.” She whimpered and licked her lips. “So good, this feels so good.” She didn’t want these men to ever let her go. She needed them, always. “Craig, another finger, please.” She loved the fullness and pressure of having Elliott starting to slide into her ass and Craig’s fingers in her pussy.
He gave her exactly what she wanted, providing the extra fullness she was craving. It wasn’t perfect, not until his cock replaced his fingers, but in the interim it was perfection. Elliott pressed in deeper, his hands on her hips to pull her back to meet his long, steady thrust.
“God yes.” She moaned and bit Craig’s lower lip as she did so. “More,” she growled. “Harder.” She was lost in the sensations. She was soon going to be coming without Craig inside of her if they didn’t soon both fill her. “Craig, please.”
Craig pulled his fingers from her body as Elliott finished filling her ass. Elliott rocked in and out of her a couple of times before stilling. Reaching down he grabbed her leg and lifted it as he rolled them over so he was on the bottom. Craig moved on the bed until he was kneeling between her spread-eagle legs, his cock hard and pointing toward the ceiling. Once she was in place he grabbed his cock and pressed it to her pussy before thrusting in hard, fast, and without warning to fill her completely.
“Yes!” she screamed as he plunged deep into her body. This was what she needed, this pleasure of being filled by her men. “Please, more.” She was holding onto Craig’s shoulders while they both rocked and moved in and out of her. She loved the way that this felt, the joy of being so fully filled by them.
Taking her hands in his, Craig eased up more and then dropped his hands to her hips. Elliott’s hands moved up to her breasts to squeeze and massage the globes while tweaking her nipples hard enough to send little jolts down to her pussy. “Rub your clit,” Elliott whispered in her ear. Craig was pumping his cock into her pussy at a furious rate, his eyes locked on where they were joined.
She was more than happy to do just that. She reached down between her body and Craig’s body so that she could begin to rub her clit. She was watching Craig as he observed her. She rubbed the tight bundle of nerves and watched Craig as he watched her.
His lids dropped to half-mast as he watch her rub her clitoris. Leaning back more, he was able to thrust into her at a different angle, hitting the nerves deep inside of her sheath to drive her insane.
Her mind all but short-circuited when he moved as he had. Her eyes closed and she let her fingers dance faster over her clit. She shuddered and let a moan explode out of her lips. She moved with both men, every single part of her focused on their shared pleasures.
“Ready for more?” Elliott asked her. She didn’t know what he meant, let alone couldn’t have answered him if she’d tried. Craig leaned over her suddenly, sandwiching her body between hers, and then they rolled. It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t completely graceful, but somehow they managed to get them so that Craig was under her, and Elliott was able to pump his cock into her ass at an increased rate.
“Oh god.” She had never thought that he would do this but she liked it, a lot. “Harder.” She put her head on Craig’s shoulder and rubbed her clit furiously while both men pumped in and out of her body.
Elliott must have sat back on his heels because he had his hands on her hips in the next moment. Driving his cock into her ass, he occasionally took a moment to slap her ass hard. Adding even more sensation to what was going on between the three of them and pushing her higher.
She felt her pussy and her ass both clenching their cocks tightly and she sobbed in need. “Please.” She was close, so close. “More. So close. I need to come. I need you both there with me.” Her fingers moved from her clit to surround Craig’s cock as he pumped in and out of her weeping pussy.
“Come,” Craig said in a firm, commanding voice. “Come now, Clara.” Elliott smacked her ass hard again as he drove his cock into her ass deep. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her ass even as Craig’s cock jerked in her pussy, and he shuddered under her.
That was all that she had needed. She came hard. She climaxed so hard she shouted in completion. She collapsed against Craig’s chest with a smile, her hand and arm still trapped between them but she didn’t care. It felt too good and she was totally boneless at that point.
Elliott pulled slowly from her anus and then collapsed on the bed next to them. He threw an arm over his eyes as he fought for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Groaning, he finally let his arm slide off his face to look at her. “I think you killed me,” he gasped out.
That had her laughing. “No, no killing allowed.” She knew that soon he would go and get a towel to clean himself up, and then her, but for right now she was perfectly happy to remain where she was, her body locked with Craig’s inside of her.
“Well I can’t feel my legs, or much else,” he said. “So I’m pretty sure I’m dead.” He did smile at her, though, and even gave her a wink. For another two minutes he lay there, and then he rolled off the bed with a groan to move into the bathroom.
“Do you need to go and get cleaned up as well?” she asked Craig from where she was relaxed on his chest. “The condom off and all that?” She knew that he wouldn’t keep it on for too long, it would hurt after a bit. “Then we will get up and start our day?” She had no idea what they had planned for her, but she was ready for it.
“Should shower,” he said. “Sounds like Timmons is already starting it up. Climb off, sweetheart. We’ll go in and see if he’s going to share with you or not.”
“Oh I am planning on sharing with her,” Elliott said. He walked back to the bed, leaning over to press a kiss to the middle of her back. “She’s a hell of a lot prettier than you are after all, and a man needs to have some priorities in life. Up you get, Clara. We need to get moving so we can get to the office at some point today.”
“Good point,” she said and gave Craig another kiss and then pulled back from him, moaning as she pulled off of him. “Oh god.” She whimpered. “I love having you both inside of me and when we part it’s like I’m losing part of myself,” she confessed.
Elliott wrapped an arm around her waist to lift her off the bed. “I know, sweetheart.” Easing her onto her feet, he kept his arm around her so she didn’t fall over. “We’ll be together again later. But for now we have bad guys to hunt the hell down.”
“Yes, too true that.” She had her hand on Elliott’s chest and looked up at him with a smirk on her face. “Now, how about we all three go and figure out if that shower is big enough for the three of us? I promise to stay between the two of you.”
“You’d better,” Craig said from behind her. He was off the bed, giving a big stretch before moving around the two of them for the bathroom. “Give me a minute to tend to business, and then get your pasty asses in here. We’re going to be late if we’re not out of here in the next half hour.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She laughed and looked down at herself. “Damn, I guess that I am getting pasty white. I should get my happy ass back to tanning.” She didn’t do sunbeds but she did lie out in the sun often with sunblock on. Counterproductive she knew, but she didn’t want to get skin cancer from the damage.
“Oh you know that I will. I happen to love being naked and you damn well know it.” She then moved toward the bathroom with Elliott with her. Once in the shower she was between both men and washing one man’s back while the other washed hers.
They were out of the shower in ten minutes and moving around to get ready quickly. Elliott was dressed first and, with boots in hand, headed to the kitchen to get the coffee in travel mugs to go. Smart little cookie that he was had started to use the timer on his coffeemaker to ensure they always had some of the brew whenever they got up out of bed in the mornings.
Craig finished tying on his boots and then moved to help her button her top. “I know there have been some setbacks in finding Parker, but how are you really holding up with everything that’s happened?” he asked softly.
“Honestly?” She looked up at him and when he nodded she sighed. “Not good. I’m still just beside myself that Phyllis is part of this. She was hurt just as we all were, not as much as Olive, but still she was hurt.” Their captor had enjoyed breaking Olivia down and spending what he called quality time with the woman. It had been hellish for them all. “I just don’t understand how anyone can love someone that hurt them so badly? And she was, hurt badly that is.”
“Captives can occasionally begin to identify with their captors, to not see them as the bad guy of the situation. It’s a coping mechanism,” he said. Settling his hands on her hips, he pulled her in closer so he could wrap her up in his arms. “It’s Stockholm Syndrome at its most basic. Somewhere along the line her mind shut down to protect itself, and she began to empathize with Parker. From there, anything else he did to her just deepened the bond she felt for him. He likely knew it since she wouldn’t have been fighting him like the rest of you. Then he used it when he was put into prison. Likely told her to play the victim, so that no one would ever suspect, to use the system to get her new face, and then to come find him. From there the plan would have gone ahead.”
“Jesus. So the whole time that we were all held captive by this man she was plotting and planning with him? I just, wow.” She was utterly stunned. They had spent three weeks held captive by this man and yet Phyllis was there wanting to be his girl Friday. She didn’t understand that, at all. Not once had she thought to give in to the man that held her, she fought every step of the way. Goodness. “Right, okay I’m not going to think about that right now because it makes my head hurt. Instead I’m going to focus on us getting to the office and working.” Otherwise she might just break down and cry and that would do no one any good.
Pressing a kiss to her lips, Craig gave her a gentle squeeze. “You also have us to lean on when you need to, Clara. For now, though, you are right, we need to get moving. Let’s go and grab some of that coffee I know Elliott’s got out there and hit the road.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she told him with a nod. “One step at a time, right? One day at a time. That’s how we have to live life right now.” So that she could focus on doing what was right in the right moment.
“Exactly, or you tend to get this look on your face that has every man in the vicinity wanting to dive for cover before the dam bursts. Not good, love.” Kissing her lips he tugged her out of the bedroom to the kitchen where Elliott was waiting, staring at his watch no less.
“Don’t even go doing that toe tapping and watch watching thing with me, mister,” Clara grumbled but then sighed when he passed her a mug of coffee. “You so know just what I need and when I need it. You are so good to me.”
“And we are late, so we need to get a move on. By the way, I have to ask.” Elliott was frowning at her. “Why in the hell is your shirt buttoned up crooked? Did your mother never teach you how to dress in the morning?”
She looked down at her shirt and sighed. “Gosh blessed America,” she muttered. “I was talking to Craig and wasn’t paying attention to what the hell I was doing and then he distracted me. Gosh blessed it all,” she muttered as she rebuttoned her shirt.
Craig was snickering into his coffee mug as he headed for the front door. Which was when she remembered that Craig had been the one to assist her in doing up her shirt. Elliott just clicked his tongue, grabbed his jacket, wallet, phone, and keys, and followed on Craig’s heels.
She shot Craig a nasty look and just grinned. “So bad,” she muttered in a whisper of a sound. “Good thing that I love you as much as I do, mister man.” She was smiling, though. Leave it to Craig to prank her as he had.
Elliott held her jacket up for her to slip into. “Care to share?” he asked with a curious expression. “You know, for those of us who obviously were not paying any attention to the undercurrents and such.”
“Craig was the one who buttoned up my shirt,” she told him with a smirk. “That’s why I was giggling so much. It made me smile, the fact that I had forgotten all about him doing the shirt up for me.” She wasn’t worried about fixing it yet, however.
“What a bugger,” he said with a laugh. Craig was already out of the apartment, but they could hear him laughing. “You’ll have to think of a way to get him back later. But I’m glad he’s back in a teasing mood. He’s been off the last week and definitely not himself in the least. Nice to see him smiling once more.”
“I agree.” She watched where Craig had disappeared to and sighed. “I think that he was hoping that perhaps I was pregnant.” Honestly, she had been hoping so as well. She had hoped to be able to have the child of one of the men she loved but she hadn’t and that was sad, for them both.
He nodded slowly, pulling her in for a quick hug before he hustled her out of the apartment. Locking up, he urged her toward the stairs. “I know, sweetheart. But we’ll have another chance later in life. And there are ways I’m sure to up his odds, and yours, too, with his sperm.”
“I know, I just pray that you are right. I want a child of yours and a child of his. All children that I give birth to I know will belong to all three of us, but I think that he would enjoy one being his biologically as well.”
“I know he would,” he said. Giving her a squeeze, he smiled down at her as they went down the stairs to the main floor and out the door. Craig was leaning against the company SUV they’d been using for the last two weeks since Elliott had been tased. Michael had insisted they have something that came with firearms, as well as the protection of the armor-plated shell.
“Hey, you. Miss me?” she asked with a grin and moved so that she could wrap her arms around his waist. “How about you ride in the back with me and make Elliott drive today?” It didn’t matter who drove, she always got to cuddle with whoever rode in back with her.
“I think that’s a damn fine plan,” he said. Pulling open the door for her, Craig took her travel mug so she could scramble into the backseat, and then handed her both hers and his mug. He eased in next to her as Elliott got in behind the wheel.
“Just remember that you need to redo my shirt up right when we get to the office. I don’t want to have to go through the whole ordeal of someone else seeing me all discombobulated. I don’t mind that Elliott saw it because he pretty much expects it and he’s mine, so yeah.”
“Then you’d better do your jacket up before we head inside,” Craig told her. Chuckling, he wrapped his arm around her neck and squeezed her in closer to him. “Otherwise they’ll notice as soon as we go inside. The team is nothing if not observant. It’s kept us alive all this time after all.”
“Good points. I will do just that.” She winked at Craig and, once they were on the road, asked him, “All right, how about you kiss me and make out with me as if we are teenagers again.”
Chuckling softly at that, he set his travel mug in the holder. Craig turned to face her a little more. He put his one arm up along the seat backs.
His other hand he lifted up to cup her face. Slowly stroking his thumb along her lower lip, he leaned in to brush his lips very lightly to hers, drew back, and then did it again.
Clara leaned into Craig’s kisses, her lips moving over his and her hand sliding into his shirt to touch his chest. She moaned, the sound travelling through her lips into Craig’s mouth as he kissed her. Her tongue stroked over his, and then he took control of the kiss again and she was lost while he plundered her mouth.
Distantly she heard a phone ring. One of the cell phones likely, but she didn’t really care. Not with Craig pressing in closer to her, and his hand massaging her breast through her shirt.
“Yup, we’re on the way in. Uh, shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes I’d guess,” she heard Elliott saying. “Yes, Mom, I know we’re a little behind schedule. It was unavoidable. A small wardrobe malfunction of the female kind to deal with.” His chuckle turned into a laugh as he listened to whoever was on the other end.
Clara grinned against Craig’s lips. “I think he just outed us didn’t he?” She didn’t care. Her hands were on one of the men she loved. She was safe and held close to him. Life was pretty damn good all in all.
“I think so,” he said, his lips curving against hers. Chuckling, he gave her a quick peck to her lips before drawing back. “I really want to rip all your clothes off and have you right here.” His gaze flicked past her and then back so he could roll them. “Even with that kid making faces at us from the next vehicle.”
She just laughed and shook her head. “One day that kid will find a gal that he wants to cuddle with, or even another boy, and he will know just why we are losing ourselves in each other.” She looked up at Craig and winked. “Your office, as soon as we get to Nightshade? I want you to take me on your desk.”
“Fuck yeah,” he said on a breath. “Deal.”
“No, that shouldn’t be an issue,” Elliott was saying. “Yup, I’ll get on that as soon as we’re in. Uh-huh, yeah. Right.” He sounded really distracted all of a sudden. A glance up front showed him frowning into the rearview mirror. “Uh, listen, Harker, I’m going to have to call you back. No, all good. Later.”
