by Lily Harlem
“There,” he said eventually, and using a warm, wet flannel to wipe away the last of the foam. He carefully dried me with the towel. “That looks so pretty.”
I watched him smile, pleased with himself as he studied my bare pussy. It felt cool, exposed, and when I looked the lips were pink and plump and I could see my inner folds peeking out quite rudely.
I started to draw my legs together, shocked at this new way of seeing myself.
“Hey,” he said, clamping big hands on my inner thighs to keep them apart. “I’ve not finished yet.”
How could he not have finished, there were no hairs left to remove?
He dipped his head and I watched the tip of his tongue poke out and run up first the right and then the left fleshy lip, swirling over skin that used to be dark with hair.
I closed my eyes and let out a murmur of pleasure at his sensual touch. He did the same.
“It feels amazing,” he said, his fingers joining in with the exploration his tongue was making, dipping and delving into all my tiny creases and folds. “So soft and silky, Ariane, it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I squirmed as he prodded into my slick entrance, and let my thighs relax completely. Then I reached and touched my own bare mound. It did feel soft, as soft as a peach. My fingers delved lower, he’d taken away every straggler and the skin was so baby smooth, so velvety, it hardly felt like my own, except it was, and the swelling in my clit and the rush of blood heating my vagina wouldn’t let me forget there was something building, something building that would need to be satisfied soon.
I opened my eyes. Liam still sat between my legs. He was looking intently at my meandering fingers as he slid one long digit in and out of my pussy lazily. He seemed totally fascinated by the fact I was touching myself. “Do you like it?” he asked hoarsely.
“Mmm,” I managed, searching out my clit and giving it a long, slow rotation with my fingertips. “It feels really nice.” I looked down at Liam, his eyes were wide, his mouth hung slack. “Really nice, Liam, you’ve done a great job.” I pulled back the hood of my clit and began to circle just the way I liked, hard and steady, capturing all the needy flesh around my swollen nub.
He let out a small groan of approval.
My breaths grew sharp as my fingers upped the pace. My back arched from the chair and my thighs trembled against his wide, immovable shoulders. “Fill me some more,” I gasped squeezing the one finger penetrating me and capturing the first tug of an orgasm.
Liam obliged and added two more long, thick fingers, stretching me and cramming the space deliciously. I tensed around him, sucking him up. My clit was getting ready to fly. I put my whole wrist into the movement and jerked my hips to meet his pumping fingers. “Oh Liam,” I cried out, “Liam, I…”
As I came I was kissed. My cries of ecstasy imprisoned in a hot, wet mouth. Liam kept jamming into me as my hand flew over my clit. I twanged forward like an elastic band, keeping up the delicious pressure as my orgasm blew me to pieces.
But my head was trapped, caught between two big hands. I couldn’t go far, couldn’t shout out loud.
My legs trembled as I scooted away from Liam’s fingers, the intensity was too much and I suddenly needed them out, I scrabbled for the shoulders looming over me.
“I see you started without me.”
I opened my eyes and stared into Quinn’s hungry black gaze. “Quinn,” I panted, trying desperately to focus. Was he a figment of my imagination or was he really there?
“Can’t think of a better welcome home than to come through the door and see you pleasuring yourself,” he murmured onto my mouth. “With a little help from Liam, of course.”
He was really there!
He stood upright, peeled off his short-sleeved shirt and chucked it on the bed. “Well done, mate.” He rested a hand on Liam’s shoulder.
“For what?” Liam looked up with a sexy grin etched on his handsome face. “The scan result or the haircut?”
“Both,” Quinn said, bending and placing his index finger between my legs. He slid it over my moist lips and tickled over my still pulsing clit. “Mmm, very nice,” he said with a slow, approving nod. “Very nice indeed.”
I pushed my hair from my face and then curled my fingers into the arms of the chair. I should have felt embarrassed that I’d just masturbated in front of two men, but I didn’t, I didn’t care. I felt so close, so connected to them that it made no difference if they saw me pleasuring myself, and the expression on Liam’s face as I’d gotten myself off was worth any amount of cringing.
“Come on, Ariane,” Quinn said, shucking off his trousers and toeing off his shoes and socks. “It’s time.” He reached for my hands and pulled me from the deep recline of the chair.
“For what?” I asked, feeling weak-kneed from my climax, my breaths still fast and shallow.
“This.” He moved his naked body behind mine, placed his hands on my shoulder blades and tipped me forward. Liam was there in front of me. He caught my elbows in his palms and gripped me tight. Quinn kept up the pressure, bending my torso farther until my head was almost on Liam’s stomach.
“What are you doing?” I asked, looking at the deep pile of the cream carpet as my fingers looped into the waistband of Liam’s jeans.
“Just relax, just relax and trust us,” Quinn said as his hands swept over my sweat-damp back. He reached beneath me and cupped my swinging breasts, flicked his thumbs over the taut nipples and then slid down to the dip of my waist. His lips found the small of my back and he kissed and licked the hollow. I murmured happily and leaned against Liam all the more.
Then Quinn’s hands were on the globes of my arse. Massaging and spreading, palming and sweeping. His fingers tickled down my crack and settled on my anus, skimming just over it, once, twice, three times and then he exerted a steady pressure right at the very center.
A shiver ran up my spine. I suddenly realized just what it was time for, but had no idea how they intended to do it. I buckled my knees and clenched my teeth as the tip of his finger invaded my tightly puckered hole.
“Relax, Ariane, you were awesome yesterday.” He withdrew and the next time he touched me I sensed the coolness of lube on his fingertip. “Just relax and let me in, you know your cute little asshole wants me up there, it would hardly let me out yesterday, it was crying for me, it was desperate for my cock.”
I forced myself to relax and search for the pleasure receptors that had rocketed me skyward the day before. Quinn added a second finger and began to pump in and out. Liam held my elbows tight and as the top of my head pressed against his stomach he made soothing noises above me.
I was aware of Quinn moving about inside me, his fingers were in such an intimate, dark place, touching me where I’d never even touched myself. I let out a whimper of desire and braced my butt. I wanted more. It was a sudden desperation, a need. I needed filling in my back passage, now.
“Okay, I get the hint,” Quinn said in a gravelly voice, understanding what I’d silently asked for. His fingers retreated and I felt the round head of his cock settle at my tightest entrance. I drew in a breath. I’d forgotten how wide and dense he was. My hole felt so small and delicate. I moaned and went to pull away, but it was no good, he wrapped his hands around my hips and drove forward into my rectum.
My head snapped up and my spine curled. “Oh Quinn,” I called out. My fingers went bloodless as they curled into Liam’s denim waistband. But Quinn kept on penetrating me with the broad head of his cock, inch by inch, until the taut muscles of his stomach rested on my behind and he was fully seated within me.
I groaned at the carnal sensation, it was an easier ride than yesterday and pleasure overrode pain. I knew I could do it, I knew I could accommodate him if I relaxed enough. I knew once I did it would feel great.
But just as I began to accept the invasion, he wrapped his hands around my waist and eased me a step backward away from Liam.
I gasped as he began to sit in the low chair wi
th his cock still wedged high in my butt.
“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you,” he murmured into my ear as he settled back into the deep recliner. I followed, I had no choice. “Just go with it, Ariane, just let us love you. Let us make you fly.”
I was on top of him, his cock in a place I never thought I’d be entered. “Quinn,” I managed, feeling my anus stretch wide and tight as he butted up against my insides. “You’re so deep, so high, I don’t know if—”
“Shh.” He stroked his hands over my breasts. “It’s okay, that’s as high as I’m going. That’s as big as it will feel.”
He hooked his feet around my ankles and spread my legs. He’d been wrong, the fullness became even more consuming as my hips stretched outward. Wild. I was riding a fine line between the most exquisite sensation ever and the sharpness of pain. I let out a whimper and hooked my arms up behind his neck. Arched my back and groaned wantonly.
He kissed my temple, his stubble scratched my cheek. “Now we’re both going to give up control,” he said in a strained voice.
“What?” I squeaked.
“Open your eyes, Ariane.”
I did. Liam was stepping between our spread legs, completely naked and fisting his cock.
“Liam is going to take charge,” Quinn said. “We both trust Liam, don’t we?”
I managed a small nod. I did trust Liam, utterly and totally. I just hoped he remembered how big he was, how big and strong he could be when he got carried away.
Liam stared down at us sprawled out before him. He gave a lazy grin but the deep blue shining in his eyes told me there was nothing sleepy about him. “Rest back, baby, rest against Quinn, he’ll hold you.”
I did as he asked, un-arched my back and rested my spine against Quinn’s chest. Quinn was breathing hard and his coils of hair tickled my skin. Liam bent over us, positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy and then eased his way into my hot, wet tightness.
I held my breath and stared up into his face. The fullness was exquisite, my vagina was already cramped for space and Liam’s big cock filling it, stretching it, more and more with each inch he gained, was utterly delicious. The thin wall between my back passage and vagina was being rubbed upward, their cocks creating a gentle friction against one another. I was sure they must be able to feel it too.
“Oh that’s so good,” Liam said, his big chest settled over my breasts and his small, pale nipples hit just above mine. He took his weight on his hands either side of Quinn, his biceps bulged and a bead of sweat sat in the hollow at the base of his neck.
“We fit perfectly,” Quinn murmured. “You’re so perfect for us, Ariane, so sweet and so trusting, so giving.”
“We’re gonna make you feel really good, baby,” Liam said as he pulled back and then eased in again, gaining even more entry this time. He bent his head, curled his back and took my nipple into his mouth.
I flailed my helpless arms to the sides, lost to sensation. Being sandwiched between the two men I’d fallen head over heels in love with, feeling them in me, in me so deep, was like landing in my own sumptuous brand of heaven. “Oh god, it’s too much,” I said in a voice that sounded frantic even to my own ears.
“Go for it, Liam, she’s ready,” Quinn muttered, twitching his hips.
“Hey, I’m in control, remember?” Liam asked, deliberately stilling his movements and sucking my other nipple.
But I couldn’t stand the suspense another second. “Liam, just fuck me,” I shouted, wrapping my hands around his upper arms. “Please, for crying out loud, move.”
He gave a deep grunt of amusement and then began a slow, steady pace. He always got it just right, he seemed to instinctively know the deep, fully connected touch and speed that worked for me every time.
Cradled, I let Liam build my clitoris up into a state of euphoria. Every nerve, every muscle, inside and out, was climbing to the top of a mountain and once I got there I knew the freefall into the abyss would be spectacular.
“I’m coming,” I cried when I reached the point of no return, and I let my climax own me, take me and exploded into a quivering wreck of orgasmic delight.
“Jeez, me too,” Quinn groaned. I felt his hips buck upward and then his cock was pumping into me. His hands scrabbled for my breasts and he tweaked my nipples to hard points.
I ricocheted into oblivion, again, another fresh orgasm raced up and overtook me before the last one had even finished. My body jumped and spasmed, bright flashes of color invaded my vision. My clit rammed down against Liam’s body as my pussy and anus convulsed, dragging their deeply buried cocks even closer together. I caught a deep lungful of air and held it tight in my chest.
“Ah, fuck, that’s done it,” Liam ground out through clenched teeth, and then he, too, was hammering out his pleasure. “So good, so fucking good.” He stared down at my face as I pulsated around his throbbing cock, trawling through yet another heady climax that seemed to just keep coming, wave after wave of pleasure. As soon as it ended another wreaked havoc on my body, swirled me upward and added to the intense satisfaction that was blooming inside me.
“Breathe, Ariane,” Liam said, a shard of concern flickering in his eyes. He reached for my chin and held it firm. “Come on, breathe, baby.”
My body melted backward into Quinn’s as a final shudder of joy claimed me. I let out the air I’d been hanging on to and clenched around the two cocks pulsing inside me.
“That was about a million times better than I’d imagined even in my wildest dreams,” Quinn said breathlessly into my ear.
I murmured something incoherent. My body had turned boneless. I barely knew where I ended and they began.
Gentle hands smoothed over me. Liam pulled out of my pussy and then very gently he lifted me off Quinn. “Okay, baby? I got you,” he said, holding up my weight entirely in the crook of his arm. My legs were good for nothing. “Let’s get you sorted.”
He led me to the bathroom, flicked on the shower and stepped us both inside. I shut my eyes and leaned against his solid body, the hot water felt divine pounding on my buzzing nerve endings.
“Can you stand?” he asked me after a few moments.
“Mmm, not sure,” I said weakly.
“Come, on, try,” he said through a smile.
I buckled my legs and stood still as he bubbled my body in strawberry-scented shower gel. His big, gentle hands ventured everywhere, cleaning away our sex and sweat, soothing aching muscles and tender flesh.
When he helped me out of the shower, Quinn was waiting with a big towel. “Here you go,” he said, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Let’s dry you off so you can sleep before we go out to dinner.”
Chapter Nine
Two hours later, after I’d sufficiently recovered from my roller-coaster orgasms, I dressed in my little black dress and high heels. I piled my hair high with a few curling tendrils hanging down my neck and was liberal with the flowery perfume Quinn had bought me when I’d arrived.
I applied just enough makeup to feel like I was going on a night out and when I looked in the mirror I was pleased with the look, especially since it was enhanced by the post-coital glow in my cheeks and the sparkle of love in my eyes.
Quinn whistled as I walked into the living room.
“You look good enough to eat,” Liam said, licking his lips.
I smiled and placed my hands on my hips. “Eating is the next thing on the agenda. Are you guys going to feed your girl real nourishment or not?”
“Most definitely,” Liam said, jumping up. He had on his usual faded jeans and had added a short-sleeved, pale blue shirt and a pair of dark brown leather shoes to smarten his usually über-casual look. His hair was freshly washed, a little fluffy at the white blond tips, and his sun-kissed skin shone with health. I noticed he had on a small twine necklace with beading details, a tiny crocodile at the center sat exactly where the drop of sweat had sat when he’d made love to me earlier.
“I’ve booked the French restaurant again,” Quinn
said, his leather shoes clicking on the wooden floor as he reached for his wallet off the dining table. “You liked that, didn’t you?” He wore neat, navy jeans and a snow-white shirt with a tiny Hilfiger logo on the pocket. He had on a different watch, a very expensive, very heavy silver watch that highlighted the richness of his olive skin.
“I did, very much so,” I said with a smile as Liam offered me the hook of his arm. “What are we waiting for?”
We were seated at a table for four tucked near the back of the restaurant. It suited us, we wanted to be alone. I sat opposite Liam and next to Quinn. Quinn kept his arm draped around the back of my chair. Whenever I leaned against it his fingertips swirled the skin on my shoulder, sending little darts of pleasure racing through my body.
Quinn ordered champagne to celebrate Liam’s scan result. Although I couldn’t help feeling we were also celebrating our new relationship, or new way of being together. The new love we’d all found thanks to a small but very honest advert.
We clinked glasses.
Quinn dropped a kiss on my cheek and Liam lifted my hand to his lips.
“Can I take your order?” A tall, thin waiter with a strong French accent looked down at us. A flash of surprise darted over his face when he saw both men touching me, kissing me.
“Yes, that would be great,” Liam said, keeping my hand firmly in his as he glanced at the menu.
“What would you like?” Quinn asked, sweeping his fingertips over the bare skin of my shoulder again.
I took in a deep breath. The guys were right, why should we hide how we felt about one another?
“Maybe a selection from the chef,” I suggested. “That was lovely the other night.”
“Perfect,” Quinn said decisively and passed his menu up to the waiter.
“Yep, great, and another bottle of champagne too.” Liam took a deep draw of his bubbles and drained the glass entirely.
