by Zara Chase
His large hands ran down the length of her body. Deft fingers reached over her to caress her tits. She groaned when they pinched her nipples, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.
Tears of joy and expectation.
“You have lovely breasts, darling,” he said in a soft caressing voice, his breath peppering her face as he leaned over her body far enough to latch his lips onto one of her nipples.
Jodie closed her eyes, intoxicated by his approval, endeavoring to store every precious second to memory. Who knew what might happen with the ridiculous charges against her? It could only be a matter of time before the police realized she was innocent, especially if her father used his influence, and brought pressure to bear. Milo and Hal could be out of her life again in a matter of days, and that would mean the end of her sensual education. That being the case, Jodie was determined to make the most of every second she spent in their company, and would soak up everything they taught her in the bedroom.
It still astonished her that her strong feelings for Milo allowed space for another man to intrude on their relationship. And yet here she was, and if she had to choose between Milo—whom she had been obsessed with for ten years, or Hal whom she had only just met—she would be hard-pressed to make that choice.
It was totally baffling.
“I figure these babies could use some clamps,” Milo said, raising his head from her pebbled nipple and sending her a pussy-clenching grin.
Clamps? She knew what they were, of course, but wouldn’t they hurt? Milo’s capable hands rubbed something cool into each of her nipples. The feeling was so erotic she forgot all about possible pain, closed her eyes, and lived for the moment.
“Lube,” he explained, attaching a clamp carefully to one nipple.
Jodie braced herself for pain that didn’t come.
“Oh,” she said, blinking back her surprise. “That feels rather nice.”
Milo’s deep chuckle vibrated through her body. “That’s the idea, honey. They restrict the blood flow. Just wait until we remove them again, then you’ll get a better idea.”
The second clamp was attached and it appeared they were connected by a chain, which Milo tugged on gently. Jodie cried out, opening her eyes wide in surprise as a piquant thrill ripped through her body, stunning her senses.
“Exactly,” Milo said, sounding pretty damned pleased with himself. “Now then, Ms. Bisset, I’m gonna lick every inch of you.”
“You are?”
“Uh-huh.”
And he did. He wouldn’t let her move from her side, but proceeded to attack all her most vulnerable places with lips and teeth that knew exactly how to drive her wild. Her heart rate kicked up another notice when he sent a sizzling line of damp kisses down her neck, lapping at the pulse beating at the base of her throat. Her throbbing need blossomed into pure torture, sending delicious shivers up her spine. It was impossible to keep still in the face of such glorious agony, and Jodie expressed her reaction through a series of exaggerated writhes.
“Keep still!” Milo tapped her thigh. Hard. “No one told you to move.”
“Sorry, Master.”
Jodie immediately stilled, and would remain passive in the face of this all-out assault on her senses if it was the last thing she did. Making Milo pleased with her was the only thing that mattered.
Easier said than done, she thought, as his large, hot body remained pressed against her from behind. He worked his way methodically down her torso, his rigid cock still pressing against her back, driving her wild with his skilled tongue and wicked little bites. She trembled and ached, surging on a tide of endless emotion as fire lanced through her veins, wondering if her overstimulated heart could stand so much pleasure without imploding.
“Milo, I can’t—”
“Shush, yes you can.” He leaned over her, his handsome features looming just above her face, and sent her a smoldering smile that escalated the rate of the delicious desire ripping through her. “Breathe real deep, honey, and let your body absorb it all.”
Someone picked up one of her feet and sucked her toes. Oh my! It had to be Hal, because Milo’s lips were busy working their way along the inside of her lower thigh, exposed when Hal picked up her foot. These guys sure did work well as a team, without the need for words. Of course, her pussy would be opened up for Milo’s pleasure now, as well. Please God, make him get to it soon! Jodie suppressed a shudder, her body coursing in readiness. She closed her eyes and felt as though she was floating outside of herself—that this was happening to someone else, and she was a casual observer. Make that an interactive observer, she mentally amended, when another spike of lust hit her broadside, causing the muscles in her belly to clench.
She almost elevated from the bed when, without warning, Milo’s hand came down hard over her backside. Then, with her leg still elevated, she became aware of his hair tickling her inner thighs as his lips latched onto her clit from behind. She screamed, a combination of pleasure and pain driving her over the edge, and bucked to her second orgasm of the evening, brought on by the pressure of Milo’s mouth.
“Responsive little thing, ain’t she?” he said, chuckling.
Hal laughed as well, but Jodie figured she wasn’t supposed to make any comment. Indeed, speech would have been beyond her, since her body was still trembling with the aftershock—well, all manner of shocks actually—at what Milo had just done to her. At what the pair of them were still doing to her.
Hal had come to lay on one side of her, facing her as he played with the nipple clamps. She heard the sound of a foil packet ripping open and knew the time had come. Finally. She reminded herself that she was good at acting. She wouldn’t orgasm with him inside her, but she knew how to pretend. Neither of her previous lovers had guessed she faked it, and neither would these two. Men were funny about stuff like that. It upset their fragile egos if they thought they couldn’t satisfy a woman. Jodie wouldn’t give them cause to think that way, no matter what.
What would Milo do? Presumably she would be told to roll on her back and he’d cover her. At last she would be able to look at him properly, and reassure herself it really was him.
It didn’t happen. Instead, Hal increased the pressure he put on the nipple clamps, while Milo’s large body stretched out behind her. His fingers parted her slick folds and, without warning, he slid into her from behind. Hard. Shit, but he was big! He stretched her to capacity, and she desperately wanted to accommodate him, but she was simply too small. Damn, it was sooo unfair! All these years she’d waited for this moment, only to fail him miserably.
“Aw, babe, you’re so goddamned tight,” Milo groaned. “It feels like heaven.”
He was right, it did, but that would never be enough for him, would it? He expelled a deep sigh, and then thrust all the way home, his balls slapping against her buttocks almost painfully. Lord above, he’d managed to fit!
“You okay, darling?”
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly. “It feels wonderful. I didn’t think I’d be able to take you. You’re so big, but—”
“Aw, don’t tell him that, darling,” Hal complained. “We’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Just don’t stop!” Jodie cried, her voice sounding needy, greedy, desperate.
Milo paused, buried deep inside her, and chuckled. “I don’t think I could, babe, so if you’re planning to use the safe word, you’d better do it quick.”
“No, that’s the last thing on my mind.” Stop. Why would I want him to stop when finally, after all those dreams, it’s actually happening? Milo Hansen is fucking me, and appears to be enjoying himself. So am I, big time. “Please, Sir.”
“Yeah, honey.” He stopped moving. “Please what?”
“Hey, you said you wouldn’t stop!”
Hal chuckled. “I think the lady’s getting impatient.”
“Yeah, I got that part.”
He started to move again, setting up a punishing rhythm, his hands pulling at her hips to make sure she stayed with him
. He needn’t have worried. She wasn’t going anywhere, and squeezed the muscles of her vagina around him to make sure he knew it. He groaned and picked up the pace some more, the friction intoxicating, inflaming her already overheated blood.
“You feel that, sweet thing? My cock’s splitting you in two, and you’re just loving it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” She tried to toss her head, but Milo had hold of her hair again. He seemed to enjoy doing that, as though it gave him greater control over her. Did he but know it, he’d controlled her for years. “Please!”
What was she saying? What was she pleading for? She knew, of course. She wasn’t quite that naive. She could feel a flickering flame igniting deep within her core, fired by his hot breath against her damp skin, his moans driving her lust.
She was actually going to orgasm!
The sensation intensified, the sound of the fire now raging inside her crashing through her ears, deafening.
“That’s it, babe. I can feel it, too. This is so fucking good, but I need you to come for me, darling.”
His words caused her whole world to explode like it was the fourth of July. She cried out as brutal passion gripped her, and a glittering starburst erupted deep inside her. She rode his cock with no real sense of rhythm or purpose, desperate to take everything he was offering. Who was the woman crying out to be fucked harder? It sounded like her, but she would never talk that way, would she? The scent of Milo’s musky arousal, the feel of his brutal thrusts as his huge cock filled her completely, was enough for her to quit caring. Hal lay directly in front of her, playing with her clamped tits, his eyes shimmering with hot intentions as he watched her climax. My word, was he trying to tell her there was still more to come?
Bring it on!
Milo slowed, waited until her tremors ceased, then picked up the rhythm again. With a series of feral moans, she felt him swell and then stiffen inside her.
“Shit, Jodie!”
He grabbed her hips in a firm grasp, groaning and pulsating as, buried ball-deep inside her, he shot his load into the rubber. His bit her shoulder as he came, his slick body adhering to hers. His excitement was infectious. The muscles in her belly clenched, and she cried out, hardly able to believe it when another orgasm chased the tail of the one that had just ripped through her sensitized body, sending delicious shivers up her spine, and Jodie herself into total meltdown.
She was still laughing, breathless and incredulous when her hands were released, and the nipple clamps were removed. Should she admit that was her first penetrative orgasm—make that orgasms? Yes, definitely she should. They wouldn’t laugh. Milo would probably be stoked to know that he’d achieved the impossible. Not that she thought he suffered with self-esteem issues, but still, she wanted to please him.
“Gentlemen,” she said, glancing up at them both. “I have an admission to make.”
* * * *
Hal ran a strand of Jodie’s hair repeatedly through his fingers, drinking in the sight of her flushed face as she looked up at them with a combination of surprise and astonishment in her expression. He had a feeling he knew what she was about to say. He glanced at Milo, flat on his back, bathed in sweat, and looking pretty damned pleased with himself. He’d probably guessed, too.
“What’s that then, babe?” Hal asked, feigning ignorance.
“Well, you have to promise not to laugh, but that’s the first orgasm I’ve ever had through penetrative sex.”
Milo, still flat out, blew her a kiss. “All that says is you’ve chosen pretty selfish men in the past.”
“No, you don’t understand. I thought I couldn’t…you know. A lot of women can’t, and still live perfectly fulfilled lives.”
Hal laughed. “That’s ’cause they don’t know what they’re missing. What you’ve never had you can’t get upset about, or some such shit.”
“Perhaps it was a fluke.” Jodie eyes sparkled as she glanced at Hal’s half-erect cock, and then bit her plump lower lip.
“That’s just the sort of talk that’ll earn you another spanking,” Milo warned, sitting up and dealing with the condom. “I’ll go get the shower running.”
Now something had surprised Hal. He leaned up on one elbow, and sent Milo a probing look. “You sure?” he asked softly.
“Yeah.” His back was to Hal, and he shrugged, a little too casually. “It’s no big deal.”
But it was to Milo, and Hal knew it. He watched his best mate walk naked toward the bathroom, then looked down at Jodie, and shook his head. Milo had done what he always did—which was either fuck from behind, blindfold his sub, or both. He was sensitive about his scars, didn’t like answering questions about them, hated being pitied, and never let women see him in the shower. There was obviously something about Jodie that had broken through his barriers. Hal hadn’t fucked her himself yet, but he could still relate to that.
“Come on, babe.” Hal stood and reached out a hand to help Jodie up. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
The shower stall in Milo’s bathroom was easily big enough for the three of them. By the time Jodie and Hal joined him, Milo already had the room full of steam. Hal wondered if that was deliberate. It was difficult to know what Milo was thinking at that particular moment because this was uncharted territory.
The moment Jodie stepped into the stall Milo pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard and deep. Then put her aside so he could squirt bodywash onto his hands. He lathered it up and applied the fragrant foam to her back. Hal washed his own body, waiting to see what happened.
Milo paused, clearly feeling the need to do more kissing than scrubbing. They pair of them stood with water cascading over their heads, their bodies and lips fused together. When Milo finally released Jodie it happened, and Milo must have known that it would. She dropped her eyes and even through the thick steam she was close enough to see Milo’s deep, ugly scar, the skin rough and discolored, that ran from his right hip halfway down his thigh.
“Milo!” She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Whatever happened?”
“Fortunes of war,” he replied, not looking at her.
Milo was probably waiting for her to show repulsion. No matter what Hal tried to tell his buddy on the subject, he was convinced it would put women off. Hal figured that if it did, they weren’t women worth knowing. If he brought women home, he never put himself in a position where they would see, not only the scars but, in spite of his tireless efforts to build it up again, the fact that his right thigh had a dent in it and was slightly smaller than his left.
The torrent of questions Hal had expected didn’t materialize. Instead, Jodie stood on her toes, placed a gentle kiss on Milo’s lips, like it was no big deal, then turned and did the same thing to Hal. Atagirl! It was exactly the right way to react, and Hal wanted to applaud. Had Milo sensed, on some visceral level, that Jodie would respond that way? There was something special about her that set her apart from the many women he and Milo had shared over the years. Still, no point getting carried away. Even if he and Milo decided to settle down, Jodie couldn’t be the one because she’d made it patently clear that she had no intention of giving up her causes.
Milo shut off the water, stepped out of the shower first, and wrapped a towel around his waist, covering what he considered to be a deformity. He held out another towel and wrapped Jodie in it when she emerged. He wound a second one around her head, turban style, and then vigorously set about drying her entire body. Hal dried himself off, watching them both closely. He could sense that Jodie was bursting with curiosity, but had the good sense to keep her mouth shut.
“Let’s get back to bed,” Milo said, smiling at Jodie. “You look beat.”
“Oh, I’m not that tired.”
Milo slapped her butt, but the blow was protected by the thick towel covering her torso. “You’ve had enough for your first lesson.”
“Don’t I have any say in that?”
“Seems our little playmate has forgotten the first rule already,” Milo said, address
ing the comment to Hal over Jodie’s head.
“Yep, looks that way.” Hal flexed a brow. “Course, she might just be angling after another spanking.”
“Uh-huh.” Milo shook a finger beneath Jodie’s nose. “Ain’t gonna happen, babe. We have to take this slow.”
Only now that he was relaxed, and typically in control again, did Hal realize how tense Milo had actually been in the shower. Jodie’s no big deal reaction to his leg had scored her points with Milo, and it seemed they were about to break another taboo. They often shared a woman in Milo’s room, since it was larger than Hal’s and equipped with everything they needed, but they never showered or slept the night with her. Milo had never said why that was, but Hal figured he didn’t want a woman seeing his “deformity” in the cold light of day.
“Here you go, honey,” Milo said. “Sit yourself down and I’ll brush your hair out for you.”
He did so, while Hal sat on the bed and watched. First Milo toweled her long hair vigorously, then he pulled a brush through it until it was tangle-free.
“You okay sleeping with damp hair, or do you need me to dry it for you?” Milo asked.
“No, I’m good like this.” She hid a wide yawn behind her hand, and then grinned at them both. “Seems I am pretty beat after all. Can’t imagine why.”
Hal pulled back the covers and ushered Jodie into the center of the bed, relieving her of the towel that covered her torso as he did so. Milo climbed in on her opposite side—the side that ensured his left thigh was up against her. Hal took the other side.
