Now she knew why they’d chosen this position.
A sharp slap resonated in the otherwise silent room a split second before the pain radiated through her bottom.
“Fuck. I wasn’t ready,” she cried, looking over her shoulder at the deviant grinning behind her.
“And your point is?” Jon caressed the heat blossoming over her left butt cheek, taking some of the sting away.
“Suck me, Chris.” TJ’s hands guided her head back to his cock. It was just far enough out of reach she had to stand on her tiptoes to get close. She squealed as Jon lifted her off her feet, but it got the job done. Her lips brushed the tip of TJ’s cock and he sucked in a breath.
“Perfect,” Jon murmured, running a hand up and down her spine.
“Take me in your mouth,” TJ practically snarled.
“Be patient, would you?” She glared up at him. Smack. “Yowch!”
“See? You’re back to the taunting again. That’s why you’re in this position in the first place.” Jon smacked his hand down again.
Chris squeezed her eyes closed as the burn settled and turned into something else, leaving her clit begging to be touched and her pussy sopping wet.
“You mean it has nothing to do with the fact you’re in perfect alignment?” She wiggled on his cock, teasing the swollen folds between her legs, and received another slap on her rear.
“Suck,” TJ commanded in a gravelly voice meant to shock her. He’d propped himself up with his hands behind him on the chaise. If anything, the man was being tortured by having her mouth so close yet so far away.
She took pity and wrapped her lips around the fat head, licking off the salty essence of him. She heard his groan and imagined him dropping his head back in ecstasy.
Chris took delight in sucking him in as deep as she could before gagging around his circumference. The whole blow job thing was getting easier, more palatable. She wasn’t sure she was ready to swallow yet, but she was getting closer to the idea of trying it maybe. Maybe.
Jon pressed forward, lodging the head of his cock inside her opening. She moaned, inadvertently taking TJ deeper than she ever had before, and he moaned too.
Another slap on her rump had her rearing up, arching her back and dragging up on TJ’s cock. His hand tangled in her hair, bringing her back down. She swirled her tongue along the thick vein running the length of his penis and flicked at the sensitive spot under the head.
Jon thrust in, impaling her with every inch of his cock and slapping her again. The tingling sensation wound its way through her torso, aiming for her clit. If he would just touch her, she would explode.
Up and down, she worked TJ, leaning her weight on one hand so she could play with his balls. It worked for a minute then she had to give up before her elbow gave out. She went back to bobbing her head. TJ was too far gone to care.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned.
Could she take it? Jon pounded into her and somehow found her clit with his fingers, pinching the taut little bundle of nerves. Colors swirled.
“Chris,” TJ barked.
She couldn’t think, not with the way Jon played her vagina. Certainly not when his wet thumb found the tight ring of muscle in the back and pushed in, adding to what was already happening down there and the orgasm hovering just out of reach.
TJ’s hand gripped her hair and pulled. Chris sucked him back in. His hips shot upward, shoving his cock to the back of her throat. He came with a growl, his cock jerking in her mouth, the thick cream splashing down her throat. She either swallowed or choked.
It wasn’t bad. Not really what she’d thought it would be like. Warm and salty but she suspected he was far enough back she didn’t get the full taste of him. TJ collapsed into the chaise, breathing hard and patting her hair.
Jon grunted behind her, each thrust keeping her moving on TJ’s softening penis and making his abs spasm with each pass. She lapped at him, licking him clean.
Jon pulled his thumb from her anus. The action caused her to squeeze his cock with her pussy.
“Yes,” he cried. One hard hand grasped her unbruised hip, pulling her back as he pounded forward. His fingers pressed on her clit and an intense orgasm washed over her. She lifted her head from TJ and fought back a scream.
Jon slammed home one last time and held himself rigid while he emptied his come into her core.
Chris flopped down, no longer able to hold herself up. Her forehead rested against TJ’s cock. She inhaled his scent with every harsh breath and felt it grow.
They were going to kill her.
“Come here, baby.” TJ tugged her over the back of the couch with his hands under her arms so she sprawled over his body.
“Hey,” Jon complained as his cock slipped from deep inside her. Chris couldn’t help but giggle. She tucked her nose into the crease of TJ’s neck and shoulder and sighed.
“I love you,” she whispered. Her eyes widened and she held her breath. She hadn’t meant to say the words out loud.
Jon vaulted the couch to sit beside them. His hand landed on her thigh, near the bruise, and caressed lightly.
“Good thing. We wouldn’t want to have to keep you here against your will.”
She heard the smile in Jon’s voice. Her heart thudded. Keep her here? Could she do that? Could she put all her trust in two men after everything she’d witnessed with her father?
Who the hell was she kidding? She’d already given them her trust the minute she’d let them blindfold her.
TJ lifted her chin and kissed her with a tender mouth. “We love you too. Stay with us. Be a part of us.”
Jon’s lips traveled up her spine. He knelt on the floor and leaned over to look in her eyes. “Yes. Stay. Let us love you forever.”
The waterworks started. She sniffed and buried her nose. Jon pushed the long hair from her face and kissed her cheek.
“Don’t cry, sugar. It’s a simple yes or no answer.”
“Yes. Yes.” She rolled to her back and let the two men enfold her in their arms. She didn’t know how it would work out and she didn’t care. She only knew she couldn’t stand the thought of not being here with them.
An angry bark erupted from down the hall.
“Oops,” TJ said sheepishly.
Chris brushed them both off and sat forward. She crossed her arms over her chest and fought a smile.
“You shut Clodhopper in the bathroom again?”
About the Author
Between being a wife, mommy, cleaning woman, chauffer, coach and leader, there are a few minutes left to sneak in some writing time. Annmarie McKenna loves to hear from readers. You can visit her website at www.annmariemckenna.com or her blog at annmariemckenna.blogspot.com. Send an email to Annmarie at [email protected].
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Finding Strength
Two Sighted
The Strength of Three
Maximum Temptation
Between a Ridge and a Hard Place
Bridging the Gap
To the Max
Fantasmagorical
Court Appointed
Tooth and Claw
Blackmailed
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New Year’s resolutions have never looked so good.
Make Mine Midnight
© 2009 Annmarie McKenna
New Year’s Eve. The party is rockin’, and Claire is in her usual spot holding up the wall. It’s all right. She’s much happier scribbling in her trusty little notebook than mingling. Especially since those notes turn into the sexy erotic romances she pens in secret. Those two gorgeous gods across the room are perfect hero material and…oh dear, are they headed her way?
Mason and Hunter know she won’t remember them as the scrawny geeks they were in high school. She also doesn’t know they’ve been lusting after her for ten long years, waiting for her to meet a man and
have a normal relationship. They’re through waiting. The time has come to make their move—and show her exactly how much they’ve changed.
One night in the middle of a Mason/Hunter manwich, and Claire has enough research material to fill a hundred notebooks. Good thing she’s got OfficeMax on speed dial to order more. Except suddenly her two hunks have this crazy idea that keeping her is selfish. Selfish? She may be mousy, but this mouse is about to roar…
Warning: Threesomes! Light bondage, blindfolds, breakfast made by two hot men who used to be geeks. Parades, cotton candy, more sex, and convincing said men they are WRONG and threesomes are RIGHT.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Make Mine Midnight:
“I want the whole scoop later, sweetie,” Paul called after them as Mason and Hunter practically frogmarched her down the hall to the stairwell. There were no slow feet, no stopping or pausing, just a straight, quick arrow to the stairs. Two short flights down had them on the next floor where they proceeded to continue down the hall like they’d done so a million times. Like she had so often. Before she could say a word, they stopped right in front of 13A.
Interesting since she’d never given the directions. They should have had to ask where she lived, not known how to take her right to her front door.
Her suspicion rose again. “How did you know where I lived?”
“Paul.” Hunter felt her jeans pockets and victoriously extracted her set of keys.
“I knew that man had a big mouth, but damn. He told you everything, didn’t he?”
“Don’t get mad at the middleman, sweetheart.” Hunter pecked her cheek as he fumbled the key in the lock then pushed open the door to her place.
“I still want to know what’s going on.”
“Later,” Mason growled in her ear. Literally growled. “Time for talk later. We need to see you, want to touch you, taste you.”
Claire wondered if it were possible for one’s heart to actually explode. The thing was beating so hard surely it was close.
“And what if I don’t want to do those things?” The act of defiance pretty much fell flat. She knew it based on their twin predatory grins.
“If you really didn’t want this, you’d go inside and slam the door in our faces. One thing we remember for certain about you is your stubbornness.” Hunter turned serious and touched her cheek. “If there’s anything we do that scares you or you don’t want, just tell us. We’ll back off.”
They would. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. They wouldn’t hurt her. Maybe leave her heart crushed in a million pieces when they left, but they wouldn’t physically hurt her. They weren’t that kind of men. Not ten years ago, and she could see they still weren’t.
What could she say to that? She nodded and stepped inside, letting them follow her in. Not want this? Pfft. The door sounded with what seemed like an ominous click and then Hunter spoke again.
“Take off the shirt, Claire. I can’t wait to see you.” Mason’s hands fisted and she wondered if he were trying not to pounce on her. His expression clearly showed he wanted to do just that.
She swallowed and reached for the hem of her shirt, revealing inch by inch of smooth, creamy skin in an almost provocative dance. Where her inner vixen suddenly came from she didn’t know and didn’t particularly care. When her bellybutton appeared, Mason dropped to his knees and placed a kiss on the indentation. The act startled her and Claire bumped back into the wall. Mason took advantage. He held her hips and kissed a circle around her navel, tickling her into a rush of giggles.
Beside her, Hunter groaned. Because he wanted to do the same thing? Damn, she wished she had a better handle on all things sex in real life, not just in the written word.
A moment later, Mason backed off, a silly grin on his face. “Sorry.”
She had a feeling he wasn’t. “Right.”
“Off.” The impatience she remembered Hunter having shone through in spectacular fashion.
“Geez. It’s not my fault I was interrupted.” Claire shimmied the shirt up, reaching her arms to the ceiling to remove it, but before she could take it completely off, Hunter grabbed her bound arms and kept them raised above her head. As a result, her face was covered by the material as well. “Hey.”
“Stay.” Hunter had been reduced to one-word grunts, which made a thrill go through her.
A mouth latched on to one of her silk-bra-covered nipples, puckering the bud tight before the cup was pulled below her breast. Fingers manipulated her other mound. Claire’s knees wobbled and someone pressed her into the wall.
Her nipple was sucked deep into a hot, wet mouth and then a tongue wrapped around it. Teeth bit gently and Claire cried out into the fabric of her shirt. She’d never experienced such a sensation, the sharpness of teeth followed by the soothing lap of a tongue. The clip between her breasts popped open with deft fingers and the cups fell to her sides, leaving her practically naked from the waist up except for the bunch of fabric around her face. She knew her nipples were standing out from her small breasts, and somewhere in the back of her mind she thought about being embarrassed but couldn’t summon the energy when what the two men were doing to her nipples felt so damn good.
“Sheeeesh.” Claire’s legs buckled on a particularly strong suck.
She squealed when Mason laughed and scooped her up in his arms. “Where’s the bedroom, baby?”
“Down the hall.” The shirt still shrouded her face but try as she might she couldn’t wiggle loose. She had a feeling Mason wanted it that way.
Light filtered through the hole at the top and she wondered what they thought of her scrawny apartment as they lit the rooms one by one. She knew what they’d find in her room. The walls were dark red—whore red she called it—the comforter plaid in a matching shade of red mixed with browns and navy. Not very girly, but then she wasn’t a very girly kind of girl. A touch of makeup on the dresser, a few simple dresses and a bit of jewelry were about as feminine as she got.
There was a shuffling sound and then the world spun as Mason turned and laid her on the bed. Her bare back on soft sheets told her the shuffling had been Hunter pulling off the comforter.
“Can I take this off now?” She squirmed in an attempt to extract herself. Who knew it’d be so hard to get your shirt off when you really wanted it off?
“I don’t know, Hunt, I kind of like her blindfolded.”
Claire stilled, her heart racing. Blindfolded? As in not being able to see? Anything?
She’d written the scenario lots of times. And the idea of doing it here and now made her clit throb in excitement. But still, if she didn’t at least pretend like the idea scared the shit out of her, what would they think of her? That she did this sort of thing all the time?
She fumbled out of the shirt. Her glasses came off with the material, and she eyed their blurry forms. “What do you mean?”
Hunter pulled a black, silky-looking scarf from his back pocket and showed it to her. “A little something to force you to feel, sweetheart.”
“Do you always carry little black scarves in your pocket, Hunter?”
“I like to be prepared.” His lips split into a sexy smile that made her belly flip-flop.
“Huh. I like prepared.” What the hell. It was the chance of a lifetime, right?
Newlywed Catalina Robinson thinks it’s not possible to be more satisfied…but then she learns what it’s like to love two men.
Honeymoon Castaways
© 2007 Dawn Halliday
Cat has just married Dave Robinson, the man of her dreams. Their Best Man, Andreas Bailey, is flying them to their honeymoon resort in Barbados. But over the middle of the ocean, something goes horribly wrong…
Cat, Dave and Andreas find themselves stranded on an uninhabited Caribbean island. Though she’s never thought of him as more than a friend, Cat finds herself connecting to Andreas in a way she never expected and is shocked and aroused to learn that her husband feels the same way. Together, the three of them discover a heat and
passion uninhibited by the conventions of society. But will they ever be rescued? And what will happen to their unusual relationship once they return home?
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, ménage a trois, voyeurism and skinny dipping.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Honeymoon Castaways:
She added pressure to Andreas’s thigh. “This isn’t your fault, you know.”
He cocked his head at her. “It was my airplane, my radios, my ELT. At least I should have told you to make sure you’d have cell phone coverage, but I didn’t even do that, did I?”
She shrugged. “We wouldn’t have done anything to our cell phones. We weren’t planning to use them on the honeymoon. We wanted a complete escape.” She smiled slyly. “Looks like we got it.”
“Huh.” Andreas flung his stone past Cat. They all watched it skip three times before hitting a rock at the far end of the pool.
She turned back to him. “Stop being so angry with yourself. We don’t blame you for any of this.”
“You can say that now—it’s only been two days. How are you going to feel in a week when we’re hungry, sunburned and bored? If we’re not dead of some tropical infection, that is.”
“We’ll work through it together. And we’re not going to die of an infection—you’ve got antibiotics in your first-aid kit.”
Andreas snorted.
She squeezed his thigh. “We’re together,” she whispered meaningfully, knowing he felt like an outsider.
He wouldn’t anymore. Not if she could help it.
Taking a deep breath, she moved to stand directly in front of Andreas. Slowly, she reached up to stroke his cheek, gliding her fingers over his lips. He had such a gorgeous, wide mouth, such full lips, so soft. She kept her eyes solidly on his, but felt Dave watching her. Heat resonated from him, swirling between the three of them.
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