by Robin Gideon
“Are you sure you should be out of bed?” Aaron asked. Seeing the bandage had instantaneously put a damper on his lust.
Katie’s shimmering lips curled upward at the corners flirtatiously, and she shook her head. “No, I don’t think I should be out of bed. I think I should return to bed immediately, and that I should be taken there by you.” She looked at Blair. “And you.” Then to Garrett and Flynn. “And you two, of course.” In a voice that was the epitome of innocence, she said, “As you can see, my knee still isn’t one hundred percent perfect. Would any of you gentlemen mind helping me to my bed and then following me into it?”
“Wait!” Aaron’s voice cut through the silence like a gunshot. He was conscious of all eyes turning toward him, though he looked only into Katie’s cool, blue gaze. He waited, aware that there wasn’t a person in the room who was breathing normally. Finally, when the tension became nearly unbearable, he said, “It was said that George Washington was the first among equals. In our unusual romance arrangement, at least for tonight, let’s all consider me first among equals.” He let his gaze go up and down over Katie’s voluptuous and deliciously exposed physique. “And as such, I insist upon the right to carry you to bed and ravish you as I so desire. I then intend to sit back, sated and happy, as my brothers pleasure you to the fullest extent of their abilities.” He smiled. “Does that suit you, my darling?”
He watched a tremor go through her. Katie’s breasts wiggled tautly inside the sheer bodice of her silk lingerie. In a voice so soft it was barely audible, she replied, “More than you’ll ever know.”
* * * *
When Aaron stepped up to her, Katie reached up to twine her arms around his neck. He bent, slanting his mouth down over hers in a commanding kiss. Katie felt her nipples instantly harden, tightening in response to Aaron’s searing kiss, becoming more sensitive to the touch. His hands went down to cup the globes of her ass, squeezing the mounds firmly through her tap pants. Fresh cream moistened Katie’s tingling pussy.
When Aaron pulled upward, Katie gave a little hop and then wrapped her legs around his waist. The fabric of his jeans against her naked skin seemed to heighten her sensual awareness of their differences. As she parted her lips to accept his tongue into her mouth, she felt Aaron begin walking, carrying her back to her bedroom.
A thousand different sensations tantalized Katie’s senses as slowly, step-by-step, she was carried back to the bed that had yet to see the full realization of its purpose. She heard the shuffling sounds of stocking-clad feet against the hardwood floor as the McGowan brothers followed Aaron. She heard the soft, feminine sound of her own moans as she swirled her tongue against Aaron’s. Faintly, she heard the sounds of belt buckles being opened and brass zippers being tugged down.
I’m surrounded by McGowan men. They want me. They all want me…and they’re going to have me.
She didn’t have to open her eyes to know when they had entered her bedroom. The hands at her bottom squeezed and fondled even as they supported her weight. Though by no means a petite woman, Katie felt small and almost delicate in Aaron’s arms. The motion of his steps caused her breasts to rub against his thickly muscled chest, and the tingles that emanated from her erect nipples seemed to shoot straight down into her clit, which throbbed with an aching need for attention.
He put a knee on the edge of the mattress then leaned far forward to place Katie in the middle of the bed. Never once, during the entire time he’d carried her from the great room, had Aaron stopped kissing her.
Katie kept her arms around Aaron’s neck. She loved the awareness that whatever had to be done would be done, and that all she had to do was get in tune with her own sensations. Her body was singing and her senses soaring. She felt lusted after, to be sure, but she also felt adored. Her men had worried about her and cared for her when she had been injured, and now that she was better, she sensed their relief as well as their desire.
The weight of Aaron crushed her to the mattress. Katie spread her thighs a little wider apart, making more room for an intimate contact of pelvis-to-pelvis with the man she adored. She thrust her tongue past his, this time exploring his mouth and tasting him, taking the bolder role in the kiss. Aaron released the hold he had on her bottom, put his palms flat on the mattress near her shoulders, and lifted his upper body off hers.
“You’re sure?” he asked, his leonine eyes glittering with a combination of desire and concern. “I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”
Katie shook her head as waves of desire and gratitude swept over her. “Take me, my darling.” While looking into his eyes, she quickly tugged the baby-doll’s bodice beneath her breasts to expose them to the lusty collective gaze of her men. “I won’t break. Take me. Make me yours.”
The wanton laughter that Katie heard, as Aaron all but tore open his jeans to expose his rampantly aroused cock, was shocking to her only to the extent that she had made the sound herself. An instant later, Aaron grabbed her ankles, put them together, and raised them high. Her silk tap pants were jerked over her hips and down her legs in an instant.
And then he was on her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his checkered cotton shirt still buttoned nearly to his throat. His chest compressed her breasts and tickled her erect nipples. His jeans were lowered only to the middle of his thighs, and his feverish kiss stole her breath away.
It was not a gentle invasion, but Katie had already become so aroused by Aaron’s kisses and caresses, and the ambience of the moment, that her passionate juices had prepared her for penetration. Still, when the long, thick length of Aaron’s erection spread the delicate lips of her pussy, she gasped into his mouth and clung more tightly to his neck.
A quick retreat was followed by an instantaneous second invasion, and this time Aaron plunged full-length into Katie. When his pelvis slapped against Katie’s, her legs straightened, angling sharply to form a valley for Aaron’s hips, and her toes pointed toward the ceiling. She was stunned with the ecstatic reality that a climax of magnificent intensity was rushing toward her at shocking speed.
Turning her face aside to end the commanding kiss, Katie squeezed her arms more tightly around her lover’s neck and whispered, “I’m not fragile, my darling. Love me.” She flicked her tongue into his ear. “Or, you could fuck me.”
At that point she was powerless to stop what was happening, and that was precisely the way she wanted it to be—powerless and desired, with an almost manic intensity. Aaron put his left forearm beneath her head and slipped his right hand between their bodies to squeeze her breast, his fingers burying deeply into the tingling, pliant flesh, his need for Katie feral and intense. Then his hips began churning, pumping, and filling her hungry body with his cock again and again, the machine-like thrusts driven by a desire for Katie that she delighted in, though could hardly comprehend.
When he slanted his mouth down over hers, it was a fierce kiss that nearly bruised her lips. Katie welcomed the intensity, taking delight in Aaron’s focused ferocity. She was the woman he wanted, the one he couldn’t seem to get enough of. Katie had felt lusted after before, but with Aaron and his brothers, it was more than raw, animal lust, and more than love. It was—
Oh, God! I...I’m going to...
She was swirling her tongue with Aaron’s, and he was pummeling her voluptuous body into the mattress when the climax hit her, taking control of all her senses. The orgasmic contractions were powerful, pulsing through Katie in waves of libidinous sensation. Unconsciously, she squeezed her arms tightly around Aaron with boa-constrictor strength, and her legs straightened, her toes pointing toward the ceiling.
A high-pitched, keening sound came from her throat as she shivered through her orgasm. Moments after the last contraction relaxed, Aaron let out a rumbling groan, and Katie knew that he was releasing a torrent of cum inside her.
Turning her face aside, Katie found herself looking at Garrett, who was kneeling on the bed near her hip. He was naked, and his erection was fully formed and filli
ng his hand.
While Aaron’s lips were warm and moist against the side of her neck, caressing gently between big gulps of air, his powerful chest sweaty and heaving from the aftereffects of his exertions, Katie stroked his hair, looked into Garrett’s eyes, and said, “I think you’re in for a special treat later.”
Aaron pushed himself up until he was sitting on his haunches. With a groan, he slid toward the footboard of the bed, disengaging himself physically but not emotionally from Katie.
Blair was on his back beside Katie, looking sideways at her. The cock that filled his hand was so swollen it looked painful. Katie resisted the urge to slide down on the bed to taste his eager flesh, choosing instead to roll over on the mattress and then straddle his lean torso with her knees.
“First your brother, and now you,” she whispered, holding the shaft of his cock between her fingers to put his erection at just exactly the right angle. “How lucky can a girl get?”
She lowered her rounded hips, and the plump crown of Blair’s cock spread the passion-puffed lips of her cunt.
“Oh, yesss!” she sighed, throwing her head back on her shoulders in ecstasy as she lowered herself, loving the sensation of taking her lover’s cock into her body inch by glorious inch.
Moments later, Garrett and Flynn were standing on the bed, very close to Katie and on each side of their prone brother. Katie wrapped her hands around their cocks, purring softly, watching her hands moving over the young, unyielding flesh.
“So much,” she whispered, her lashes barely open. She licked her lips to moisten them as she bounced on Blair and stroked his brothers. A glistening pearl of fluid formed at the slit in the ruddy-hued crown of Garrett’s cock. She leaned to the side, licked off the sharp-tasting nectar, and added, “And all for me.”
Though she still had very little experience in ménage sensuality, and so was occasionally plagued by stabs of insecurity, what was entirely satisfying to Katie was the awareness that she was being watched while she behaved scandalously. For so many years of her life, Katie had been, to one painful degree or another, self-conscious about her looks and about her weight. That was why she continued to wear the baby-doll nightie, though she’d adjusted the bodice beneath the bouncing mounds of her breasts. With the McGowans, with her men, she loved the way they touched her with their collective gaze. When she caught them looking at her breasts, she saw adoration and lust, and she welcomed both emotions.
Turning her face toward the opposite shoulder, Katie pushed her lips slowly over the head of Flynn’s cock, using a swirling motion with her tongue against the underside. A shiver went through him, and Katie’s self-confidence ratcheted up a notch or two.
“That’s so sexy.” It was Aaron’s deep tenor that had cut through the silence. He was on his feet, standing at the edge of the bed. “Watching you give my brother pleasure like that...” His words trailed away, and he uttered a slow, rumbling moan of desire. “Damn it, Katie, if you keep sucking cock like that, you’re going to get me hard all over again.”
The words were a narcotic to Katie, a balm to whatever nastiness had befallen her in the past. If Aaron wanted her again that night, if his desire for her was such that she felt passionately needed, then she’d satisfy him in any manner he wanted.
Never in Katie’s life had she ever felt so beautiful, so passionate, so adored, and so needed. These men had made it clear to her that it was she and she alone who inspired their feverish, even animalistic needs.
She released Flynn from her oral embrace then looked at Garrett. “I want you.” A sudden stab of fear tightened her throat and made it impossible for her to speak for a moment.
“And I want you,” Garrett replied, smoothing blonde hair behind her ear. He leaned forward, and she kissed the slick tip of his erection.
Katie shook her head as though to shrug off fearful thoughts. She looked straight into the young cowboy’s eyes. “From behind. I want you from behind.” Then she looked over at Flynn and then down at Blair, and said in a hushed voice, “All three of you inside me...at the same time.”
* * * *
The pressure in Garrett’s balls was so intense that he wasn’t at all certain how long he could take his pleasure from Katie’s voluptuous body before he released his semen. She was just too sexy for him to be casual, and her request had triggered in him a response that was like being hooked up to a high-voltage charge of electricity.
He was standing on the bed directly behind Katie as she bounced on Blair. Her head was turned to the side so that she could take Flynn’s cock back and forth between her lips as she bounced. Not so much as a single twinge of jealousy went through Garrett as he watched the woman he loved doing everything she could to satisfy the rampant desires of his brothers.
“Okay, Katie, now you’re going to get what you’ve asked for.”
Garrett heard the false bravado in his own voice. He was nervous about what was about to happen, and he suspected Katie was also. He put a hand to her shoulder, thumbed the spaghetti strap of her baby-doll for a moment, and then with a firmness that would not allow denial, pushed her until her breasts were pressed against Blair’s chest.
He waited until Flynn got down on his knees beside Blair’s shoulder so that Katie could resume sucking him. Only then did Garrett get into proper position for the triple-penetration of the woman who had captured the hearts of the McGowan men.
The sweeping curve of her naked hips and the pale and taut cheeks of her ass made his erection throb. Garrett put his hand on her hip, and with his other hand, guided the head of his cock to her taboo entrance.
“I’ve wanted your ass more than you can imagine,” he said through a groan, applying pressure.
She resisted at first. Garrett could see her tense up. But he would not be denied, and with a short, sharp thrust of his hips, he forced her cheeks apart and slipped inside her tight, forbidden passage.
She made a short, sharp sound deep in her throat. The sound was of pain and shock, though she kept Flynn’s hard flesh deep in her mouth the entire time. When Garrett retreated, the bulbous crown slipping out of her bottom, a sigh of relief instantly followed.
Garrett thrust a second time, more forcefully than the first. This time, nearly half of his length slipped between Katie’s quivering buns.
“Tight,” he growled, withdrawing partially before plunging forward once again. “Her sweet ass is so tight.”
* * * *
Garrett couldn’t know that his words were precisely what Katie needed to hear, but they were. How many times, as a child and then later on, had the words “fat ass” been tossed her way? Even though the rational side of her brain knew that the words really didn’t apply in any honest way, that didn’t keep them from putting a scar on her soul, or at least a bruise.
Though pulsing waves of pain continued surging through her body from her bottom, Katie pushed herself backward, impaling herself on Garrett’s relentlessly thrusting cock. When his torso slapped against her buns, she saucily gave her hips a shake, as though to let him know she had taken everything he could give her, and she wanted more.
I’ve got three cocks in me at the same time. What kind of woman would do such a thing? She immediately answered herself. Only a woman desperately in love.
Katie mentally chased away any doubts regarding her behavior as she rocked back and forth. It didn’t take long for her to learn how to position herself so that Blair could move beneath her, Garrett could move behind her, and Flynn—who had a determined grip on her hair, just in case—could fill her mouth at whatever tempo gave him the most pleasure.
The psychological effects of having three cocks pistoning deeply in and out of her body, filling her pussy, ass, and mouth all at the same time, was as arousing to Katie as the nerve endings that were being stimulated.
The sounds were particularly tantalizing to Katie. There was Flynn, on the bed near Blair’s shoulder, who now had both hands combed into her hair and was holding her quite steady as his lean torso churned
, his cock sliding back and forth between her lips. As he fucked her mouth, his low, hoarse groans of pleasure were steadily growing louder. Katie had little doubt that it wouldn’t be long before the young man unloaded a torrent of cum against her tongue.
And beneath her, Blair had both hands on her breasts, squeezing them tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly, now that his lust had gone from red-hot to incandescent. His breath came in gulps as he muttered, “Oh, god! Oh, god!” with each upward thrust of his hips. He filled Katie’s pussy with the very essence of his desire for her.
And behind her, with his hands on her shoulders and his slender hips pumping ever faster, was Garrett, his cock forcing the cheeks of her ass to spread wide apart.
The hard, masculine flesh filling her body, pumping and driving and arousing more nerve endings at one time than Katie had ever thought possible, was everything that she had hoped it would be. Even the short-lived lightning bolt of pain she’d experienced when Garrett had first forced her delicate tissue to surrender to his desires had been precisely what Katie had wanted to feel.
She came a second time and was racing headlong toward a third climax when her lovers had exhausted themselves, their orgasms occurring with groans and moans and, from Katie, some sputtering and choking before she was able control her instincts and swallow repeatedly.
Later, alone in the shower, Katie slowly and leisurely soaped her body, taking measure of the burdens she had placed upon it. Her knee, injured in the car accident—it was no accident, she had to remind herself—was throbbing once again, having been strained during the astonishingly physical ménage a quatre with her McGowan lovers. And there was a slight bruise on the left side of her throat where a frantic Aaron had bitten her with a touch more force than he had intended. Her bottom was stinging, but that was to be expected. She hadn’t taken her pleasures Greek-fashion very often in her life, and Garrett was both endowed and energetic. Katie knew that she’d do it again that way—the triple penetration had been much too arousing for her to give banishing such activity any serious thought—but it might be a while before she let her lovers know she wanted them again that way. Her dark desires rather frightened her.
