MFM: A Menage Romance

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by Lauren Bliss


  “Get the fuck off her!”

  And even in my state, I recognize it.

  The last thing I see before I pass out is Mason breaking up the whole group of guys, throwing punches left right and centre, while Maxwell’s strong, familiar arms wrap tightly round me, lifting me from the booth and carrying me to safety ...

  10

  “What happened? Where am I?” I murmur, still groggy and woozy, the horrible taste of liquor strong in my mouth.

  As the room shifts back into focus, I see Mason and Maxwell sitting at my bedside, and I realize with a flash of relief that I’m once more in the beautiful spare room at their apartment. I have no clue what time it is, or how long I was out for, but judging by the bright white light streaming in through the open windows at the other side of the room, I’m guessing for a while.

  “Hey, take it easy,” Mason whispers, laying a hand on my shoulder as I try to push myself up to sitting. “You sure you’re okay, princess?”

  “I think so,” I reply, slowly coming around. “But I don’t understand. How did you guys find me so fast?”

  “We own Swordfish too,” Mason explains. “You’re so precious to us, Fawn. I can’t believe how close you came to danger. We’re never letting you out of our sights again.”

  “But what happened?” I say, still trying to recall the events of last night. “I remember, I was ... I was at the club. With Lisa. And then there were these guys ...”

  Suddenly it all comes flooding back. I remember Lisa calling me a slut. And I remember the nasty smile on her face as she beckoned those sleazy guys over. God only knows what she told them, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  “I really thought we could be friends again,” I murmur, shaking my head at the memory. “Lisa really seemed like she was willing to change, to listen to me. But then I just got so drunk. I thought I knew my limits. I always take it slowly and I don’t normally get wasted quite so quickly.”

  “We know,” Mason says gently. “We checked with the staff. Lisa was buying you triples all night. No wonder you felt the effects.”

  As he says the words, deep down a part of me already knew it. But even so, I can’t believe she actually did that to me.

  “I really wanted to be honest with her,” I tell them, “so I told Lisa about us. About all three of us. I was trying to tell her how magical it was, how much you both meant to me, but she just looked at me like I was fucking dirt. She called me a whore. And then she must have told all those guys that I liked to do it with groups of men. Because the next thing I know, I was so drunk I couldn’t move or speak, and they were all over me. Oh my God, I was so scared ... But then you were there. Thank you so much.”

  “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Mason says gently, while Maxwell takes my other hand.

  “But how?” I ask, still puzzled. “How did you even know where I was?”

  “We were worried about leaving you on your own,” he explains. “We had a bad feeling about Lisa. So that photo I took of you before you left? Well, we sent it to the firm that does the security for all the clubs across the city. Luckily you were in one of our clubs and as soon as the staff noticed you were in trouble they called to let us know. We came as soon as we could. We can’t bear to think that something might happen to you, Fawn,” he adds, stroking my cheek now. “You’re too precious to us to let out of our sights ever again.”

  “Thank you,” I reply, tears welling at the corners of my eyes again.

  “From now on, you’re ours,” Mason says. “Our girl. Which is why we want you to move in here, with us, with both of us. What do you say?”

  I answer not with words but with a kiss, throwing my arms around him and crushing my lips against his, pulling free only to do the exact same thing to Maxwell a second later, urging them both into the bed with me.

  “Well I guess that’s settled then,” Mason laughs, but I’m in no mood for jokes now, kissing him with an intensity that surprises even me, climbing eagerly on top of him like a wild thing.

  He laughs in surprise, letting me have my wicked way with him, his hands moving to my buttocks as I begin to softly ride him on top of the rumpled sheets, grinding my yearning pussy back and forth against the hardness of his cock through the soft cotton of his pants.

  Meanwhile, Maxwell has come to join us too, kneeling in front of me as I pull open his pants with hungry fingers, freeing his already hard cock and taking it eagerly in my mouth, while Mason tugs my panties to one side, toying with my already drenched pussy.

  “Damn, you’re so fucking wet, princess,” he murmurs, positioning himself up on his elbows to push up my t-shirt and nuzzle my chest, his kisses dancing tantalizingly against my stiffening nipples while he fumbles his pants open, finally freeing his cock and then teasing my soaking pussy with its head, his hands gripping my buttocks hard and rough as he drives himself deep inside me with a final shivery grunt, his cock stretching me open in that way I’ve grown to crave, filling me to the hilt as I began to ride him, all the while sucking on Maxwell’s rock hard cock, feeling the early flutters of an orgasm.

  But all of a sudden I pull Maxwell’s cock from my mouth and look up at him, locking eyes with him as something unspoken passes between us, and then he nods – as if he can read my mind, just like does with Mason.

  A moment later, he’s behind me, kneeling down, and I feel his middle finger begin to tease my ass, working my hole until I’m groaning and gasping. Then there’s a pause, before the hot hard tip of Maxwell’s cock touches me there.

  I’m already stuffed so full of Mason, I wonder if my tiny body can really take them both at once, but I want it so badly and I’m sure as hell gonna try.

  And so, shivering and shuddering between them, I let my muscles relax as, sure enough, Maxwell’s cock slides deep and slow into my ass.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  The pleasure is so intense, it’s almost too much to take.

  It’s like every single nerve inside me is set on fire.

  Every sensation magnified to one million.

  I can feel both of them inside me, stretching me almost to breaking point, but with a pain so delicious it’s most definitely pleasure. And as they both start to buck their hips, sliding their thick hard cocks in and out of my pussy and ass in a single slow but steady rhythm, all I can do is moan and tremble, sandwiched between their sweaty muscular bulk, lost in the most intense, most delicious moment of my life.

  Holy fuck.

  This is in-fucking-credible.

  Never have I felt so full.

  Never have I felt so good.

  “Come for us, princess,” Mason murmurs, sliding that thick hard cock deep into my pussy, while Maxwell continues to plunder my ass. “Come on both our cocks at once ...”

  And it’s these final dirty words that tip me right over the edge, sending me spinning into the most intense, mind-blowing, white hot orgasm I’ve ever experienced, pinned and sweaty, my body bucking and trembling, sandwiched between these two perfect men.

  And even as I’m coming, I can feel Mason and Maxwell climaxing too – both at the same fucking time! – flooding my pussy and ass simultaneously, all three of us quaking and shuddering in a tangle of hot, sweaty flesh.

  As we all flop down onto the rumpled sheets afterwards, both guys cuddle around me from either side, all three of us catching our breath, totally relaxed and happy in the moment, bathed in the bright light from the window.

  “Whew!” I giggle, blowing a tangle of hair from my sweaty brow.

  But even though I’m smiling, I know this is serious. There’s no turning back now. Because it’s true, I think. I’m theirs now. Theirs completely. They’ve claimed me forever.

  And it may only be a silly little nickname, but in that moment I really do feel like a princess. A princess with two princes.

  “I love you guys so much,” I blurt out, my thoughts accidentally turning into speech before I can stop them flying from my lips.

 
OMG.

  Tell me I didn’t just actually say that out loud ...

  But there’s not even a second’s pause before Maxwell replies, “And we love you, Fawn.”

  I look across to Mason, who smiles and nods, his eyes full of warmth and love. “Like I told you from the start, princess, he only speaks when he has something important to say.”

  Epilogue

  ONE YEAR LATER …

  “Come on, Fawn!” the impatient voice calls through the door. “We can’t wait any longer.”

  I sit in the bathroom, staring down at the small plastic stick in my hands, still thinking how crazy it is that such a cheap little item really has the power to determine my whole fate – the whole course of my future. And before my eyes, it begins to work its magic, the screen slowly changing until there’s no mistaking the outcome.

  I push myself to my feet, taking a final shaky breath before pushing open the door to the bathroom, revealing both Mason and Maxwell, who have both been pacing – not so patiently – outside. The moment they see me, they spin to face me, eager eyes searching out my own.

  “Well?” says Mason.

  And in answer, I hold up that little piece of plastic, showing them both the answer they’ve been waiting for, my heart flushing with happiness as their faces transform from nervous anxiety to the hugest beaming smiles.

  I feel my own mouth pull into a grin too, because I couldn’t have dreamed of anything more perfect.

  I’m pregnant.

  Pregnant with their child.

  It might sound crazy to you; but that’s exactly how I’ve decided to think of it. I don’t care which of them actually got me pregnant, and I know in my heart that they don’t either.

  Because the three of us are in this together – our fate now sealed forever by that little piece of plastic.

  Afterword

  Thank you so much for reading my very first book, MFM. I do hope you enjoyed it! If you did, please consider leaving a short review on Amazon or Goodreads as it really does help a new author like myself!

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  Thank you again!

  Lauren x

  Acknowledgments

  I would like to say a special thank you to Charlotte Eve, K. Wray and Vivian Ward for all their help, advice and guidance. I couldn’t have done it without you! Thank you ladies! x

 

 

 


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