by Lily Harlem
“Fuck that feels so good,” Liam hissed. His hands raked into my hair and held my head firm. “So good, baby.” He withdrew an inch and then shoved back in.
I couldn’t reply. Quinn was stretching me so completely, he’d stuffed the whole length of his penis right to the hilt. His hips pressed on my butt, he was hitting my cervix.
I moaned and closed my eyes, relaxed my jaw completely for Liam.
“You like that?” Quinn asked, his hands smoothing up my back and curling over my shoulders. “You like that, Ariane.” He pulled me back, impaling me farther. “Do you like us both inside you, both fucking you?”
In reply, I clenched my internal walls around his cock and scooped the base of my tongue against Liam’s shaft, like wrapping both of them up in a deep, wet duvet.
Both men groaned appreciatively. Quinn muttered, “Dirty little minx.” He thrust in harder and then they both began a fast, steady rhythm, Liam stroked the back of my throat and Quinn slid in and out, going balls-deep every time. He sent a hand round to my clit, to circle and rub wickedly.
An orgasm began to build deep in my womb, I tasted the salty milk of Liam’s pre-cum on my tongue. Shut my eyes and let myself be owned by them, possessed by them. I let that orgasm grow and bloom, held it ready like a prize I was waiting to claim.
“You look so good,” Liam said hoarsely. “So sweet yet so filthy, so down and dirty.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “And I’m going to come, I’m going to come right down your throat.” His hands tightened over my ears, I was aware of the wild pounding of my heart echoing off his palms. “Get ready,” he said. His cock turned to steel, he picked up the pace, fucking in and out of my mouth like a jackhammer. Quinn matched the up in tempo, looping around my clit with the pads of his fingers and driving in and out with his cock. I struggled to breathe, felt my head spin and wasn’t sure if it was lack of oxygen or the climax that was just about to overtake me.
Suddenly I was there, ecstasy flashed through me as Liam spurted down my throat. With the head of his cock butting up against my delicate tissues, I dragged in long threads of much needed air and flew through my own spectacular climax. I could feel a cry, a shout of pleasure gurgling in my larynx, it wanted to fill the room and tell my men how damn good they were, but it was blocked by Liam’s cock and instead vibrated over his slit and around his shaft like a mini earthquake.
“Ah, shit, that’s it baby, it’s in your mouth, I can feel it…” Liam jerked out and in again, some of my shout escaped, more cum shot from his cock filling my cheeks and coating the length of my tongue. I lapped at it as I pulsed around Quinn’s plunging cock. His fingers didn’t let up, they kept strumming my clit, hard and fast even though it felt so swollen it almost hurt.
I moaned and clenched my fingers into the leather sofa. Quinn was taking me up there again, like he knew he could, I could feel another explosion building before the last one had even subsided.
Liam pulled out, released my head and stepped back. I watched him swipe at his brow before tucking his cock back into his jeans.
“Oh Quinn,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at his steely face, “It’s too good, so good, I’m going to…” His naughty fingers suddenly stopped treating my clit and slithered to the hollow of my back. His engorged cock carried on pumping in and out of me. I whimpered pathetically. “I was just about to…again, please, my clit.”
“You are going to come again,” he said. His palms smoothed over my arse, massaging and kneading and spreading the globes of flesh. Goose bumps pricked over the entire length of my body as I felt myself exposed to him, offered up. Then his fingertip pressed against the very center of my most intimate opening, my darkest hole, my anus. “But when you come again I’m going to be in here,” he said quietly.
I panicked and jerked forward causing his cock to almost slip from my pussy. Quinn grunted, wrapped both hands around my hips and held me still. He sank deep inside my pussy once more.
“It’s okay, baby,” Liam said quickly. He grabbed one of the dining chairs, spun it around and straddled it so his chest was against the back. His head drew level with mine and his eyes settled only an inch away. “Just relax.”
“No.” I shook my head. “No, not there, I, no one has…ever.”
“It’s okay.” Liam covered my hands with his big, firm ones as I gripped the back of the sofa. “We’ll look after you, I promise.”
“If it’s going to work for the three of us,” said Quinn behind me in a determined voice. “You need to give us this part of your virginity, Ariane.”
I was aware that my entire body had stilled, I stared at a bead of sweat trickling on Liam’s brow. Quinn’s finger ran back down the cleft of my butt cheeks and settled over the trembling flesh of my anus. I could just move away if I wanted to. I could shout at him to stop. But something inside me wanted to know what it would be like. I felt full with Quinn in my pussy, stretched tight, how would it feel to have him in my arse? Every single nerve I owned buzzed at the thought, it turned me on massively, although part of me was ashamed to admit it.
“Get me some lube, Liam,” Quinn said in a tight voice.
Liam’s hands lifted from mine, but only for a split second, then he was back, one hand smoothing my hair, the other covering my curled fingers.
I felt the cool slick of gel coating the tip of Quinn’s still probing finger. “I’m going to enter you here, Ariane, and you will like it.” He eased the tip into me.
I moaned at the new, illicit sensation. My back arched and my thighs trembled.
“And, Ariane,” Quinn said pushing in farther, “you’ll like it so much that soon you’ll be asking for it, begging for it.”
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I looked at Liam, concern had creased the corners of his eyes.
“You coping, baby?”
I nodded and swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Good girl,” Liam said. “We need to do this, we need to get in both holes.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. I must have tasted of him, of his cum, it was still coating my mouth. But I didn’t have time to dwell on this thought because Quinn began pumping his finger in and out as his penis twitched in my sopping pussy. One finger felt huge inside my rectum, how would his cock feel?
He withdrew, added more lubricant and then pushed in with two fingers. I squeezed my hands over the sofa and tensed. “You’re tight, Ariane,” Quinn said. “But it will work if you relax, just relax.”
I moaned and Liam caught the sound in his mouth. Quinn sank his fingers deeper, the pain was suddenly scorching, and when he began to scissor his fingers, stretching and probing at the virginal tissues, I couldn’t help but squirm and cry out through Liam’s kiss.
“Be careful,” Liam said to Quinn. His hand smoothed from my hair to rest comfortingly on my shoulders.
“I am,” Quinn growled back. “But she needs to let me in and make her pliable so she can accommodate us.”
Liam pressed his lips to my ear. “Do what he says, baby, let him in, go through the pain and he’ll make you feel real good. I promise, you’ll enjoy it, we’ve only made you feel good so far, haven’t we?”
I nodded and forced my tight ring of muscle to relax. Quinn took advantage of this and added a third finger. But he didn’t scissor this time, instead he began to glide in and out, mimicking the movements with his cock so he was filling me, fucking me in both holes.
I groaned, the burn remained but had lessened. Now I was being stretched and filled together it felt good.
Quinn sent a hand back under my belly and searched out my clit. A shower of sparks flew into my body as soon as he found it. The sensations travelled through my whole pelvis, from my anus through my vagina to my clit. I got it. I could see how this could feel more than good…I could see how this could feel great.
“You liking it now?” Quinn ground out behind me. I felt the scratchy hair of his chest on my back. He was leaning right over me, talking into my ear, enveloping me in his body heat and his spiced
male scent.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “Yes, I…”
“You’re gripping me, Ariane,” Quinn whispered. “You’re gripping my fingers, your ass wants me in here, it’s crying out for me.”
I let out a whimper. An orgasm was knocking on the door again. It felt as though all the blood in my body had raced to my pelvis and ballooned it with need.
Suddenly Quinn’s fingers retreated from my rear entrance and his cock slipped from my pussy. He pulled upright again.
I moaned in complaint, missing the full sensation instantly.
Then I felt the head of his cock press against the tight band of my anus. Impossibly wide, impossibly big. I tensed in part terror and part desperation.
“It’s okay,” Liam soothed into my hair.
I quivered, my knees threatened to fold. Quinn kept up his assault on my clit and pressed forward with his hips determinedly.
“It’s okay,” Liam repeated. “Just think about how amazing it’s going to be when Quinn is in your arse and I’m in your pussy. We can make that happen Ariane, we can make that work for you, for us, but you have to do this first, you have to let Quinn in, to stretch you, prepare you for all the good times we’re going to have.”
Liam’s erotic words washed over me like warm honey. Have both of them inside me, down there? Was it even possible? Quinn increased the pressure, pushed on farther, relentlessly, then the head of his cock popped inside me.
I bucked at the searing bite of pain and grabbled for Liam’s forearm to cling to. “Ow…ow…it hurts…it’s too much,” I cried. “No more.”
“But soon it’ll feel so good,” Liam went on in a calm voice. “We’ll take you higher than you ever imagined possible. You’ll fly with us on our own perfect plane of bliss.”
I tried to concentrate on my clit. It was getting ready to explode as Quinn continued to rub and fret, but it was no good, the blaze of him stretching me with the head of his penis was the overwhelming sensation and I couldn’t quite grab the climax. “It hurts. Quinn, it hurts.” Sweat pricked my brow and scalp.
“Only for a second,” Quinn said stiffly. “Try to relax a bit more, you’re squeezing my dick so tight I think you might burst it.”
Liam pressed his lips into my hair. “Let it go, baby, grab an orgasm and then the pain will be over, you’ll relax naturally and let him in.” He looked up at Quinn. “Make her come,” he ordered.
“I’m trying,” Quinn said. But Liam’s words must have made him try harder, because his fingers circling my clit suddenly became more acute, more accurate, he stilled his cock in my butt and concentrated on my needy little nub.
Suddenly my orgasm reeled me out of control. A hot flush of release invaded my body and I lost all sense of time and place, only sensation and ecstasy existed. I dug my nails into Liam’s forearms.
Quinn rammed forward and sank to the hilt at the pinnacle of my climax.
I shouted out his name, loud and abandoned as my body flew apart. “Quinn!”
Liam grasped my head in his hands and kissed me. “He’s in,” he said onto my lips. “He’s in, Ariane, you did it.”
“Oh fuck, yes!” Quinn groaned behind me.
“Is it good?” Liam asked, capturing my dazed eyes with his. “Does she feel good up there?”
“So fucking good you wouldn’t believe…as smooth as silk, as soft as velvet.” Quinn began to thrust, each movement creating a mixture of pain and edgy pleasure. The sensation of him filling me there was so new, so enthralling. Part of me wanted to crawl away and examine it quietly, alone, but that wasn’t going to happen, by the sound of Quinn’s breathing he was getting ready to come. Liam was studying me so intently only an inch from my face that I felt as if I were under a microscope.
Quinn let go of my clit and wrapped his hands over my shoulders, held me firm and steady and exactly where he wanted me. I stared at Liam, aware that my head was jerking toward his with every strong thrust by Quinn.
And then Quinn buried himself one last time, as deep as he could possibly go. “Oh Jeez, yes, fuck…” he said, as every part of his body that was touching mine turned to marble. I felt a hotness flood my insides, his cock jerked over and over, spilling his release deep inside me.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sudden shrill sound of Quinn’s pager tore into the room. It took a second for me to realize what it was.
“Ah, shit,” Quinn said breathlessly. He pulled from me with a soft popping sensation.
I clutched in a breath, part of me wanted to cry, part of me wanted to laugh hysterically. It was over, he was out, hell I missed him now he’d gone. I missed him as if I’d just had an arm chopped off.
“You okay, baby?” Liam asked, stroking my wild, damp hair from my cheeks.
I nodded and gulped, my mouth was dry. I turned to look at Quinn. He was rummaging in his discarded trouser pocket for his pager. He plucked it out and studied the screen. “I’ve got to go,” he said, shaking his head.
“What, now?” I pushed up from the sofa and turned to face him. I felt moisture squelch between my legs.
“You know how it is,” he said, dragging up his boxers and reaching for his shirt. “It’s too important not to go, a craniotomy I worked on today has just shot up his ICP, the usual drugs are not working. I need to do burr holes, he’s probably got a subdural.” He looked at Liam. “You okay with this?”
Liam walked around the sofa and wrapped a hand around my middle. He must have sensed that my legs felt weak because he offered a good amount of support. “Sure,” he said, squeezing me to him. “I’ll take care of Ariane.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” Quinn said, stepping over and touching his lips to my other cheek. “You know I’d stay if I could.” He did up his shirt buttons and stared straight at me. “I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms right now.”
I looked into his eyes still heavy with sex but also creased with worry. My heart swelled. “I know,” I said, dragging a smile onto my face. “I know, but don’t worry, go and save lives, Liam will look after me and I’ll see you later.”
His eyes relaxed and his shoulders lifted, my understanding reaction had taken a weight off him. He had enough to cope with without me adding to his burden. This was what he needed the most from me, an understanding of his professional commitments.
“Looking forward to it,” he said, grabbing his jacket and darting from the room. I heard him strut down the hallway and slam the front door.
I shivered as a gust of cool sea air blew through the open doors onto my perspiring, naked body. “Come on,” Liam said. “Let’s share a nice, deep, bubbly bath. I’ve got nowhere to rush off to so let’s make the most of it.”
Liam ran the deepest, bubbliest bath I’d ever seen in the main bathroom. It smelt of steam and coconut and just as I thought it couldn’t get any more inviting he flicked a switch and the whole thing gurgled to life like a mini Jacuzzi.
“Come on,” he said, stepping his delectable, naked body into the effervescing water and sinking low. “What you waiting for?”
“Nothing,” I said, reaching for his offered hand. I climbed in, sat between his legs and leaned back against his hard chest. My bottom felt delicate on the hard base of the bath, not sore, just sensitive, a reminder of what had just happened in the living room.
The hot bubbles frothed between us, splashed up to my shoulders and over my breasts. Liam’s inner thighs rested against my outer ones and his arms wrapped around my middle. He began to stroke my nipples with his thumb, just gently swiping the water over and around each one in turn.
I let out a contented sigh and rested my hands on his legs, soft hairs tickled my palms.
“You okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“Yeah.”
“Sure?”
“I’m sure.”
He was quiet for a second. “Did we go too far, too fast?”
“No, it was good, just a surprise that’s all.”
“It was probably for the best. The anticipation of Quinn…you know, being in there, would have been more scary than the real thing.”
“If we ever do too much, you must say, Ariane, it’s a lot for a little lady to cope with, us two brutish guys.”
“You don’t think I’m coping?”
“Hey, that’s not what I said.” He palmed the underside of my breast in his big hand and gently massaged. “You’re amazing, stunning, you’ve given us both so much pleasure already, and when you shouted around my cock, wow, that was such a high, such a rush.”
“You liked that?”
“Hell, yeah.”
I could feel his cock stiffening again in the small of my back. “Then we’ll have to do it again sometime.”
His hand slid below the water line and settled between my legs. I parted my thighs and he delved a finger into my lips and searched out my clit. “Let’s not wait too long to do that,” he murmured. He began a small rubbing movement over my nub. It wasn’t frantic or fast, just slow and steady. I felt the nerves come to life once more. I rested my neck back, breathed in the sweet coconut air and revelled in his slow stimulation. “Liam.”
“Yes, baby?”
“How come Quinn came back to Wales with you, why didn’t he stay in New York?”
“I should probably let him tell you that.”
“No, you tell me.”
“But it’s up to him.”
“He didn’t give you a choice when he told me about your tumor.” I swallowed tightly. The thought of Liam with a tumor the size of an orange in his head was as horrific now as it had been at breakfast time.
“True,” he said. “Okay, I’ll tell you.” He kept up his gentle stimulation and I closed my eyes, wondering what reason could cause such hesitation.
“Quinn was due to get married.”
“He was?” I was surprised.
“Yes, to Gabrielle.”
“That’s a bit of news, what happened?”
“I’ll start from the beginning. Quinn and Gaby had been dating for five years. She was a nurse, still is as far as I know, and a big wedding had been planned by her family. They were very wealthy, the reception was to be held in the Waldorf, the dress flown in from Italy, over five hundred invitations had been sent out.”
