by Tony Ramagos
“Color, love?” This time it was Darryl who asked the question.
“Gr…ee…n.” She breathlessly turned the word into three syllables, each one tight in her effort to obey Seth’s command.
“Darryl, lean her forward for me.”
Colt felt her body stiffen above him at Seth’s words. He knew what his brother was about to do. A part of him believed it to be dirty pool. It would definitely be a test in Tamara’s willpower. Could she make it through the next few minutes without breaking their rule of not coming without permission while Seth drove her need to a new level?
Only time would tell.
But he could give her a little help, he decided as he paused in his indulgence of her delicious pussy. He’d give her a minute to catch her breath, to will the orgasm back into its cage while his brothers got her into the position Seth wanted her, and then he’d return to his treat.
* * * *
Tamara’s tight little ass had always been the part of her sexy body that had tormented Seth the most. Now that he finally had her under his and his brothers’ control, it was the part of her he wanted most. But first, he had to find out how much she could take.
Darryl gave the straps binding her arms some slack. When Seth was sure she could move without being harmed, he flattened a hand on the small of her back and guided her upper body forward. The new position put her arms behind her, still bound in the air, and her tantalizing ass jutting out toward him. Between her legs, Colt adjusted himself as he stared up at her pussy.
“Are you still green, love?” Seth waited patiently for her to answer, saw her nod, and then waited some more for her to put voice to the response.
“Yes, Master.”
The words were breathless and thick with need, but they were exactly the ones he’d wanted to hear. He palmed an ass cheek, enjoying the way it flexed at the touch, and reached for the tube of lubrication on the table Colt had brought from across the room.
“Has a man ever pleasured your ass before, Tamara?”
“No, Master. No one except you.”
When he’d put the ginger inside her. She’d obviously enjoyed that. That was good, even though it wasn’t anything close to what he intended to do to her before the night was over.
Hearing he would be the first to take her virgin hole drove his throbbing dick wild. His balls drew up tight in their sac and pulsed painfully. He ignored their raging demand as he squeezed a dollop of lubrication on his fingers, tossed the tube aside, and palmed her ass cheek again.
“How are you feeling, love?”
Seth lifted his gaze from the amazing sight of her rear to look at Darryl. His youngest brother had moved in closer and was caressing the back of Tamara’s head.
“Tortured,” she whispered and turned her head to the side to look at Darryl. “More needy than I’ve ever felt in my life.”
“Do you want us to stop?”
“Stop torturing me? Yes, Master. Stop, stop? No way!”
Seth swallowed a chuckle that would’ve echoed both his brothers’ if he’d allowed it out of his throat. “We won’t torture you much longer, love,” he told her as parted the cheeks of her ass with one hand and slipped the well-lubed fingers of his other one between them.
Her muscles flexed, and she gasped.
“Is it cold?”
“Yes, Master.”
Okay, so that hadn’t been fear that had caused that reaction. Seth met Darryl’s gaze again and saw his brother’s nod of approval. Not that Seth had needed it, but he did appreciate the way his brother was handling himself. He’d worried Darryl would put up more of a fight about sharing her once they truly began to claim her body.
Returning his focus to her ass, Seth spread the lube over her anus, gave the outer ring a tender massage, and eased a finger inside. She gasped again, but the sound seemed to catch somewhere in her throat as the tight muscles in her ass grew even more taut around his finger and sucked it deeper inside.
“That’s it, love,” he coached as he wiggled the finger and stroked the hole with increasing speed. “Relax and enjoy the feeling.”
He felt her muscles protest a moment longer before they slowly begun to relax. He gave her another moment, eased the finger back, and then added another, sliding both side-by-side inside her. Her breaths hitched, she moaned, and her ass started to wiggle as if seeing more. He gave it to her, listening and watching her carefully for any signs that it was too much. He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her tight hole, drawing more sexy moans from her throat.
“Tamara, are you listening to me, love?”
Obviously lost in the sensations coursing through her and her battle to sort through them, it took her a moment to answer. “Yes, Master.”
“I’m going to put a plug in your ass now, sweetheart.”
She made a protesting sound when he eased his fingers free. Because he hadn’t asked her a question, she didn’t speak. That pleased him as he reached for the butt plug on the small table and slickened it with lube.
“Are you ready for Seth to do that?”
She could speak freely with Darryl, and Seth had to admit she was doing a damn good job at keeping the rules straight. “Yes. I want him to do it.”
Upon hearing that, Seth didn’t bother to ask for her color state. “This plug is larger than my fingers were,” he told her as he positioned the end of the object over her puckered hole. “Make sure to relax and it won’t hurt as I slide it inside you.”
Her ass quivered, flexed, and then visibly relaxed. Seth waited another moment and then began to ease the plug past the tight ring of her anus. As it had done with his fingers, the hole sucked the object deeper. A low, mewling cry sounded from her throat when he pushed the plug all the way in and settled it deep in her ass.
“Does it feel good, Tamara?” Darryl asked her, concern lacing his words.
“Yes,” she half whimpered, half gasped. “So good. Too good.”
“Don’t come,” Seth told her, sensing she was there on the edge again.
She whimpered again.
Seth gripped the base of the plug, eased it slowly back, and inched it deep inside again. Her ass wiggled, she panted, and soft cries escaped her lips. He repeated the move, fucking her slowly with the plug, listening and watching. Concerned he might be pushing her too far too fast and stealing her ability to say red, he asked, “Color, love? What is your color?”
“Yellow, Master.”
He considered that answer for a moment. “You want me to slow down, but do you want that because you’re afraid it’s too much or because it’s about to make you come?”
“Both, Master.”
“Good girl.” He certainly couldn’t fault her for her honesty. “How about if Colt goes back to eating your pussy while I fuck you with the plug and give you permission to come? Would you like that?”
“God yes! Master, please!”
Seth saw Darryl sink to his knees beside her, angle himself beneath her, and saw Tamara’s upper body quiver as she let out a soft, pleasured moan. His youngest brother had apparently decided to join in by playing with her breasts. Her ass flexed around the plug buried deep as more pleasured moans drifted to him, and he realized Colt had resumed his pussy snack. Taking his cue, Seth moved the plug inside her, fucking her with increasing strokes, and nearly blew his wad in his jeans when she screamed loud enough for half of Tennessee to hear her when she came.
* * * *
Tamara teetered somewhere between a world of pleasure she’d never known and a deep sleep that wanted to claim her as effectively as her men had just done. She collapsed like a rag doll in the bindings that still held her upright, her head bowed, and her breaths coming in ragged bursts. She felt Colt’s experienced mouth ease away from her pussy, felt Seth gently pull the plug from her ass, and felt Darryl release her breasts as he and Colt scooted from beneath her. Then a strong arm encircled her waist and held her still as hands worked the bindings on her ankles and wrists free.
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��Catch her, Darryl,” Seth ordered.
“I’ve got her,” Darryl told him as his other arm came around her, too, preventing her from melting to the floor.
He lifted her into his arms, and Tamara snuggled against his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his heartbeat and the conversation that ensued between the men.
“We should let her rest now,” Colt said.
A short silence followed, and then Seth suggested, “Why don’t you take her with you, little brother? It’s your turn to have her in your bed for the night.”
They were finished? No! They couldn’t be! They hadn’t been inside her, and none of them had come.
“No!” Her strength seemed to return to her in a rush. She lifted her head and found Darryl looking down at her, confusion and a hint of pain in his eyes. “Take me to that bed over there or to the one in Seth’s room.” She knew if he took her to his, Seth and Colt wouldn’t follow.
“Tamara, you’re exhausted, sugar,” Colt tried.
“She doesn’t sound like it to me,” Seth muttered, studying her.
“You don’t want to go to my bed for the night?” Darry asked.
She’d hurt him, and she hadn’t meant to. “I will later, but I want to be in a bed large enough for all four of us to fit right now. I want to be with all three of you.”
It was astonishing how badly she wanted that right here and now after the earth-shattering orgasm they’d just given her. It was even more astounding that her nipples were beading to hardened points, her clit was throbbing, a low burn had reignited in her channel, and her ass was even pulsing with the intense need.
“How exactly do you want that, love?”
She met Seth’s curious gaze and wasn’t sure how to answer him. How could she have all three men she loved inside her at the same time?
“There’s only one way I know of that it will work.” When one brow inched up over an eye that rapidly filled with warning, she realized her mistake and quickly added, “Master.”
“And how is that, sugar?” Colt asked.
He knew. They all knew. She knew damn well they did. Still, they were going to make her spell it out for them. Fine. She took a deep breath and willed her cheeks not to heat when she said, “One of you will be inside my pussy, another will be inside my ass, and I will suck the third one off.”
“So,” Seth said slowly, his eyes now twinkling with pure evilness, “you want one of us to finger your pussy while someone plays with your ass and you give the third one a blowjob?”
Tamara frowned at him. “You know that’s not what I meant.” His brow winged up again, and she barley kept the frustration from sounding in her tone when she added, “Master.”
“Careful, love,” Colt cautioned her. “That’s twice he’s had to remind you. He won’t do it a third time.”
No, Seth would punish her, and she figured it a good bet on exactly how he would do it tonight. He would deny her request, send her to Darryl’s bed as he’d already tried to do, and even likely spank her again come morning. She wouldn’t allow that to happen. She knew he wanted to fuck her in the ass. She’d quickly picked up on that, and her ass pulsed hard at the thought. She wasn’t sure she could take it, but she did have her colors to fall back on if necessary. She looked from Colt to Darryl and back again, wondering which man’s cock she wanted to consume her pussy and mouth.
Making her decision, she met Darryl’s gaze. “Will you ask Seth if I can reword my request please?”
Darryl’s lips unfolded in a thoroughly amused killer grin. “Smart.”
Neither Seth nor Colt had asked her a question. She hadn’t missed that. They might be standing around having a conversation, but they were still in the playroom, and the rules were apparently still in place. She hadn’t missed that, either, but she had just found a way around it.
“Cute,” Seth said, and she saw the corners of his lips twitching when she looked back at him. He gave her a single nod. “Go ahead, love. Reword your request.”
Tamara gulped and licked her lips as she held his gaze. “I want your cock in my ass while Darryl’s is in my pussy and I suck Colt’s.” The heat that overtook his eyes would’ve burned down the house if it had been a tangible thing. For good measure, she decided to add, “May I please have that tonight, Master?”
* * * *
Darryl saw Seth’s gaze shift to his, saw the man jerk his head toward the door, and started toward it with Tamara in his arms. Each step that brought them closer to Seth’s room at the end of the hall sealed his fate more than anything they’d done together with her this far. Once he made love to her with his brothers, he would be officially sharing her, no doubt for the rest of his life. He’d come to terms with that since his time with her in the stables, since he’d made her that promise, and realized, despite all the fighting against it that he’d done, it was really what he wanted, too.
He carried her straight to Seth’s bed and gently laid her down. He and his brothers were still fully clothed. That wasn’t going to work if they intended to give her what she wanted. He straightened at the bedside, bent to tug off his boots, and chuckled when she sprang off the bed to stand in front of him.
“May I?”
He knew what she was asking. She wanted to undress him. Amused by her, he held his hands out at his sides and told her, “Be my guest.”
It took him less than three seconds to realize it was likely the most reckless decision he’d ever made. Christ! The woman’s hands were wicked. She took her time removing his clothes, curiously exploring every inch of his flesh until he was gritting his teeth and willing himself not to come right then and there. When she dared to curl her fingers around the base of his shaft and drag her fisted hand up his length to the engorged head, he knew he couldn’t take anymore.
“Enough, darlin’.” The words came out a bit more forcefully than he’d intended, but damn, had he really expected to be able to say them calmly and coolly after the way she’d just worked him up to near explosion? Her gaze lifted to meet his, and he saw a naughty smile playing with her lips. Yeah, the vixen knew what she did to him. “You have two other men in the room to undress.”
Surprise flashed in her eyes as she turned to look at Seth and Colt. She obviously hadn’t expected them to wait for her. Darryl hadn’t expected it either.
He yanked her in for a heated kiss then turned her and gave her a gentle push toward Colt. “I’ll wait for you in the bed.”
But before he settled in for the wait, he pulled open Seth’s nightstand drawer, knowing where his brother stashed his condoms. He snagged three, closed the drawer, and tossed the extra two on the edge of the bed before sheathing his rigid dick with the third one. Hours, which he knew only amounted to a few minutes, passed before she finally finished with Colt and Seth and climbed onto the foot of the bed.
She walked to him on her knees, spreading them on either side of his legs as she moved into his outstretched arms. Her gaze locked with his, and he saw the plea in her eyes even before she said the words. “Don’t make me wait any longer, Darryl. Please.”
He couldn’t have denied her request any more than he could’ve willed his heart to stop beating. His hands were on her hips, framing them, and he used that hold to pull her sultry body down onto his fully erect dick.
The sound he made as his dick slid inside the hot, wet confines of her pussy was one he’d only heard rumble once from his throat. The last time he’d enjoyed the intense, world-consuming pleasure of being inside her. He watched her eyes close and her head fall back on her shoulders as he settled his dick inside her to the hilt.
Despite his softer side, Darryl had always hated pillow talk. Still, with his dick enveloped by her heat, the incredible vision she made seated on top of him, and the sensations that tightened his chest, he couldn’t stop the words from escaping his lips.
“I love you, Tamara.”
She stilled. He was pretty sure she even stopped breathing as she slowly lifted her head. Her eyes fl
uttered open, and she looked down at him. She didn’t say anything for a long moment. She simply stared at him, letting him see everything she felt in her eyes. Then her lips unfolded in a dazzling smile he knew he would remember forever, right along with the moment when she finally said, “I love you, too, Darryl.”
Needing to kiss her, he reached a hand up, caught her nape, and pulled her mouth down to his. She started to move as he kissed her, rocking her hips on his dick, grinding her clit on the base of his body, and giving his cock a slow, easy ride.
“Think we should leave them alone and let them have this moment?” Darryl heard Colt ask Seth.
“Hell no,” Seth muttered in response. “He’s had long enough.”
* * * *
Tamara heard the quiet byplay between Seth and Colt and smiled against Darryl’s lips. Her pulse skipped as he felt the bed dip behind and beside her. She didn’t have to look to know it would Seth moving in behind her and Colt getting closer on her right.
Seth didn’t waste a second making sure her ass was well lubed and ready for another invasion. Darryl kept on kissing her, even as Seth sank his fingers deep in her asshole, worked her inner muscles, and sent her mind reeling with ecstasy. In minutes, she was teetering on the edge and nearly forgetting she had another man on the bed with them to pleasure.
Colt apparently wasn’t too keen on allowing her to forget his presence. He made it known as he tunneled his fingers in the back of her hair, fisted the strands, and lifted her head. “That pretty mouth of yours is supposed to be someplace else, love.”
Oh, yes. It absolutely was. Her gaze locked onto the thick, massively long erection jutting from his body and her taste buds kicked into a frenzy of need. Holding her head still, he got closer and grazed the weeping cockhead over her slightly parted lips. She licked the salty sweet sample and opened her mouth, everything inside her begging for more.
Behind her, Seth positioned the super-engorged head of his cock over the rim of her anus and inched it inside. Beneath and already inside her, Darryl’s dick jerked in her pussy, causing her to moan around Colt’s cock as he shoved more of it into her mouth.
