by Lila Dubois
“Jasper, take her clothes off.”
Irina waited eagerly as Jasper approached, but he bypassed her to reach for Eli, forcing him to let go of Irina.
“I’m not going to pretend having you play puppet master isn’t hot.” Jasper unbuttoned Eli’s shirt. “But this time you’re not going to be the only one giving orders.”
Jasper pushed Eli’s shirt off his shoulders. He reached up, plucked Eli’s glasses off, and walked away to drop them on the bedside table.
“Irina,” Jasper ordered, “take off his shoes.”
Irina wanted to protest—why was she the only one not giving orders? That was plainly sexist and unfair.
On the other hand, this was incredibly sexy, and at this point she didn’t care about fair. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to touch and be touched.
She wanted to feel their power. Wanted to be a leaf riding the turbulent winds of two battling tornadoes that would slowly merge into one. Because there was no doubt in her mind that these two very different, yet equally sexy and powerful men were forces of nature. Social custom and refinement had muted the raw core of them. That was about to be stripped away. Until they were just three people, three beings, coming together.
Irina dropped to her knees. Eli shifted his weight to his right foot, allowing her to remove shoe and sock from his left foot. She repeated it on the right, then sat back on her heels.
“Now his pants,” Jasper said.
Irina reached up and unfastened his dress belt—the same one they’d used to bind her last night—then undid his slacks. Her fingers brushed over the hard ridge of his cock. She worked his pants down and off, leaving him in dark blue boxer briefs.
Irina considered waiting for someone to order her to finish the job, but the thread of her patience was wearing thin against the sharp edge of her desire.
She slid her hand into the slit of Eli’s underwear, wrapping her fingers around his cock. Eli groaned. His hands, which had been loose at his sides, now curled into fists. She squeezed gently before removing her hand and sliding his boxers down and off.
Eli stepped out of his puddled clothes, kicking them aside. Irina was still on her knees. Her mouth temptingly close to Eli’s long, hard erection.
Jasper joined them, standing at Eli’s shoulder, so now she was confronted with two hard cocks. Irina waged an internal battle. On one hand, she could take those cocks, pull them close together, and taste her men. On the other hand, she wasn’t that giving of a person—her body was humming with the need to be touched. She held up her hands, one to each of them, and together they pulled her to her feet.
Eli ran a finger through the fringe draped over her upper arm, making the beads click. Jasper slid his fingers along the gold band that held it up, finding the button hidden under her arm.
He unfastened it. Irina lowered her arms to her sides, and the weight of the beads pulled the garment down and off. As it slid, the heavy gold band raked over her nipples, making sure that they were hard and ready for her husbands.
Jasper reached for her nipples but before he could touch them, Eli had scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. Irina had never been carried like this before and it was intensely erotic. It was all too easy to imagine she was the pretty concubine being carried off by the sultan.
Jasper rolled onto the bed as Eli set her down.
Make that sultans.
Eli came down on her other side, and for a moment they lay there, Irina on her back between them. The quiet before the storm gave way, and like the tornadoes she’d likened them to, they caught her up, held her in the force of their desire.
Jasper closed his lips over one nipple. Eli pinched the other as he leaned down to kiss her.
Eli’s mouth was wet and hot. His tongue slid between her lips, demanding she open herself to him. Irina did so willingly, letting him invade her, her attention split between the kiss and the delicious tugging at each of her nipples.
Jasper bit her nipple gently, raising his head to distend the sensitive tip of her breast. Irina gasped and bit Eli’s lower lip.
A hand trailed down her stomach and pushed her thighs apart, baring her wet, aching pussy to the cold air. Irina wiggled her hands free and grabbed their heads. She tangled her fingers in Jasper’s hair and pushed his head down, toward her pussy. She was no longer content to wait and obey. She needed to be touched, now.
Jasper said something she didn’t hear, but Eli raised his mouth from hers. His eyes were dark in the dim light of the bedroom. She knew they were blue, made brighter by the contrast between their light color and his dark skin, but right now they were dark pools—not the bright blue of the day sky, but the midnight blue of the night ocean.
Jasper shifted, sliding between her legs. Eli reached down and grabbed her knee, pulling her leg up and to the side, opening her to Jasper’s touch.
Irina slid her fingers through Eli’s hair, but it was too short for her to grab, and apparently Eli was, unlike Jasper, in no mood to be commanded. He manacled her wrist with one hand, then forced her arm above her head. He pinned her to the mattress—one hand on her wrist, the other on her knee, mindful of the bruise that still decorated her hip. She strained, tried to move her arm and leg out from under his control. Eli’s muscles tensed and her rebellion was short-lived. She paid for it as he nipped her neck, her shoulder.
Jasper’s breath fanned over the wet lips of her sex. Irina arched her hips, begging him with both body and words to touch her.
“Please, please.”
“Please what?” Jasper asked.
She felt his words and puffs of air against her pussy, which only made her more desperate. She tugged Jasper’s hair.
“Stop teasing. Touch me. Fuck me.”
Eli released her arm and shifted on the bed, until his upper body was at her hip.
“Spread her labia,” Eli said. “I want to see her.”
Jasper’s fingers stroked her pussy lips before his thumbs opened her, exposing the pink core. Irina again tugged on Jasper’s head, desperate to feel his lips on her.
“Ow,” Jasper said.
Eli grabbed her wrist, forcing her to release Jasper. “Arms over your head. Keep them there while we learn your body.”
Irina eagerly obeyed, not because she didn’t want to touch them, but because she would do anything that would bring her closer to the sweet release she craved.
Jasper stoked her clit, a single sure pass of the pad of his finger, and Irina’s whole body quaked.
“I’m not going to last,” she sobbed out. “I’m close.”
The mattress dipped and shifted. Irina looked up to see Eli crawling toward the headboard, his cock bobbing along under him. He settled himself with his back against a stack of pillows.
“Come here, Irina.”
Rolling over, she slid reluctantly away from Jasper and crawled up the bed, toward Eli. He leaned back and spread his legs. When she paused, he beckoned her with an imperious wave of his hand.
When she was on hands and knees between his legs, Eli grabbed her under the arms and hauled her up, flipping her over so she lay with her back against his chest. His cock was nestled into the crevice of her ass, the tip poking against her lower back. She swallowed at the thought of having him inside her.
Eli bent his knees, digging his heels into the bed, then grabbed her legs, forcing them up and over his raised knees, so she was spread wide.
“This way I can watch,” he growled in her ear.
Jasper crawled up to them. He raised a hand, caressing first Eli’s cheek, then Irina’s.
“Play with her nipples,” Jasper said.
Eli’s fingers closed over the tips of her breasts, plucking and pulling. Irina dug her nails into Eli’s wrists. She wanted to stop him. She wanted to beg him to be rougher.
Jasper watched for a moment, his cock twitching in response to the show they were putting on. Then he lay down, belly on the bed, and kissed her pussy. His lips slid along the smooth lips of her sex, then he op
ened her with his fingers and finally, finally he licked her clit.
Irina sighed in relief that it had finally happened, but that relief was washed away by a wave of arousal. Her head twisted side to side, seeking something. Eli captured her lips in a kiss, his tongue once more burrowing into her mouth, giving her the oral stimulation she wanted.
Jasper set to work on her clit, his tongue rubbing rather than flicking. She couldn’t help but grind herself against his mouth. Each breath brought her closer. The combined sensations of the tongue on her clit, tongue in her mouth, fingers on her nipples, fingers on her labia, all pouring together into a seemingly endless well of arousal.
Yet she was rising, her body clenching tight, like a vise closing. She should tell them, warn them, but Eli’s kiss was relentless.
And she was afraid if she said anything, they might stop.
Irina held the orgasm at bay, strangely reluctant to end this moment of bliss. But the pleasure they were giving her couldn’t be stopped. Eli twisted her nipples in tandem with a hard stroke of Jasper’s tongue and that sent her over. She screamed, wrenching her mouth from Eli’s so she could clench her teeth. Eli plucked her nipples, making her breasts dance, and Jasper pressed his thumbs against her inner thighs, holding her still as he continued to lick her.
The orgasm kept going long after it should have stopped. It was a like a lightning strike that didn’t flash and fade but stayed, electricity crackling along her nerve endings, making her so sensitive that her toes curled. Her lower body shook, the muscles of her thighs twitching uncontrollably.
“I can’t, I can’t,” she said.
Jasper surged up, his face a snarl of desire.
Eli released her breasts, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her. Irina had a moment of relief as the orgasm finally faded. She breathed heavily, but her respite was short-lived.
Jasper reached under her ass and grabbed Eli’s cock. Eli’s fingers dug into Irina’s waist as Jasper stroked him. Irina watched, entranced, as Jasper expertly manipulated their husband’s cock. When Jasper slid two fingers into Irina, she arched her hips against his hand—at least as much as Eli’s grip would allow.
Jasper ran his fingers, wet with the proof of Irina’s recent orgasm, over the head of Eli’s cock. When he angled his cock toward her pussy, she gasped, realized what they had planned.
“Jasper, Eli…”
“I got to taste you first; he gets to be inside your sweet pussy first.” Jasper stroked the tip of Eli’s cock one last time, then pressed the head between Irina’s pussy lips.
Reaching up, she grabbed the headboard, using that as an anchor point to tilt her hips. As she did, the head of Eli’s cock found the entrance to her body.
Eli used his hold on her waist to press her down, at the same time as he flexed his hips.
Stars danced behind Irina’s closed eyes as Eli’s cock opened her, tunneling into her orgasm-tight body. He was hard as steel, and relentless. He pushed her down and flexed his hips until Irina was sure she couldn’t take any more.
And then he kept going, demanding that she take more. That she take all of him.
When he finally stopped, holding still now that he was fully embedded within her, Jasper reached out. He first stroked the entrance to her body, which was stretched tight around the base of Eli’s cock, then massaged her clit. He didn’t stroke it directly—he was clearly well versed enough in women’s bodies to know that right now she would be too sensitive to deal with more direct stimulation. Instead he pressed two fingers to either side of her clit and massaged not the exterior tip of her clitoris, but the nerves buried under the plump flesh at the top of her pussy.
“Hold on,” Eli warned her.
Irina tightened her grip on the headboard, and it was a good thing she had, because when Eli began to fuck her in earnest—sliding his cock out before thrusting in hard—her whole body shook from the force of it.
She raised her head, watched Jasper watching Eli fuck her, and that added another layer to her arousal.
A follow-up orgasm had just started to awaken deep inside her when Eli abruptly stopped and lifted her off his cock.
“What? Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Jasper needs a turn.”
Eli reached down, shifted his cock to one side, then tapped her clit with two fingers, which made her jump.
Jasper slid into place. Her pelvis, raised off the bed by Eli’s body, was at the perfect height and angle. Jasper couldn’t reach the headboard, so he braced his hands against Eli’s shoulders as he started to work his cock into Irina’s pussy.
She moaned, tipping her head back. She was trapped, caged. Eli was at her back, his legs forcing her open, his fingers spread over her breasts, squeezing and massaging them, but not touching the nipples.
Jasper’s arms pressed in on her, ensuring that if she’d wanted to let go of the headboard and lower her arms, she couldn’t. His cock slid into her, thicker than Eli’s but not as long. She felt each inch as he entered, and when he lowered his upper body, releasing Eli’s shoulders to brace himself on the bed, Jasper’s chest raked against Irina’s exposed nipples with each thrust.
Jasper kissed her, then stretched his neck and kissed Eli, who’d raised his head. Irina released the headboard so her arms wouldn’t be in the way. This meant she had no purchase, that she was entirely at their mercy, and she was more than okay with that.
Jasper’s lips moved from Eli’s to hers, then back again. She closed her eyes. She didn’t know who kissed her, couldn’t tell whose lips rubbed over her own or whose jaw she nipped.
But she knew it was Jasper’s cock thrusting in and out of her. She could feel the steel of Eli’s cock when Jasper’s thrusts pressed it against her. From the sounds he was making, she was sure that each time Jasper thrust, Eli’s cock was being stimulated.
Irina lost herself in them. She’d imagined what it would be like to be with her trinity, but the imagining didn’t come close to the reality. She was theirs, they were hers.
When Jasper’s thrusts sped up and he dropped his head against her shoulder, Eli said, “Finish. Come in her.”
Jasper shuddered and thrust once, twice. She could feel his cock twitch deep inside her.
For a moment they were still, then Jasper pulled out, leaving Irina feeling both exposed and empty.
But they weren’t done with her. It was Eli’s turn.
Together they shifted her, and once more Jasper guided Eli’s cock into Irina’s pussy.
Eli fucked her faster this time, relentlessly. Jasper pressed the heel of his hand against the top of her pussy, so the thrusting of Eli’s cock made her hips rock and her pussy rub against Jasper.
Irina gasped as the direct, rhythmic stimulation rocketed her toward orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” she warned them. If they replied, she didn’t hear it. Pleasure ripped through her—a deep, muscle-tightening orgasm turning her inward, until all she could do was feel.
Eli’s thrusts sped up, then he too came, groaning in Irina’s ear.
Irina didn’t realize she was crying until Jasper helped ease her off Eli’s cock then lifted her stiff legs, straightening them.
“Shh, beautiful. It’s okay, you’re okay.”
Jasper lay down and she curled against his chest.
“I, I d-don’t know why, why I’m crying.”
“That was pretty intense.” Jasper stroked her back.
“No, don’t,” she begged. “Too sensitive.”
“I’m just touching your back.”
“Too sensitive,” she repeated.
“Okay.”
The mattress dipped, and Eli loomed over her. His glasses were back on and he blinked at her. “I’m sorry, Irina.” He awkwardly wiped her tears with a wet washcloth.
“No, no.” She rolled onto her back. “Don’t you dare apologize. That was beautiful.” Another sob welled up. “So beautiful.”
Eli looked confused. “You’re…happy?”
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�Of course I am, you idiot.” Irina burst into sobs, grabbed both of them, and pulled them to her.
“I don’t understand women,” Eli said.
“Why do you think I started dating guys?” Jasper teased softly.
“Is she really okay? That was pretty depraved,” Eli said.
Irina slapped his shoulder. “Don’t you dare say that.”
“That’s it. I give up. I don’t understand what’s going on right now.”
“This is great; usually I’m the one who gets slapped.” Jasper’s tone was laced with both that familiar hint of amusement, but also a deep satisfaction. “Worry about figuring it out later, Eli. Just lie here with us.”
After a moment, a blanket settled over them, then Eli lay down on one side of her, Jasper on the other.
Irina smiled through the hiccupy end of her crying jag. Her men. Her trinity. Her loves.
Chapter Twelve
The hotel served brunch and dinner. The people who came to stay here weren’t coming for the fine dining experience, and the location—the middle of nowhere—meant that it wasn’t exactly easy to nip out to a restaurant. The food was far from gourmet, but not terrible. Charcuterie, crudité, and fruit were set out on black plastic platters—the kind that came from grocery story catering. There were some cold salads, many of which featured mayo rather heavily, and for something hot, a tureen of soup.
The dining room was on the first floor, just behind the small lobby. Given that the hotel itself wasn’t very large, it wasn’t surprising that the dining room wasn’t large either. The food was laid out on a buffet, and there was a beverage cart in one corner, with liquor on the top shelf and bottles of soda and water on the lower. There were four two-top tables and a stack of extra chairs in one corner. Two small couches and a large armchair were crammed together around a gas fireplace. A framed sign by the door said, “Due to health code, underwear must be worn at all times in the dining area. Thank you for your understanding.”
Jasper had fallen asleep, but woke up around 11:30 p.m. when Irina rolled over and elbowed him in the ribs. He’d scooted to safety—out of range of her elbows—but hadn’t been able to fall back to sleep. After lying in the dark, he heard a change to the rhythm of Eli’s breathing, and at his whispered inquiry, Eli confirmed that he too was awake.
