Valentines Heat IV

by Anne Lange, Nikki Dee Houston, Arianna Archer

  The zipper on the back of her dress was lowered, the sound almost shrill in the otherwise silence. The callused pads of fingers tapped a light pattern over her bared shoulder—Connor, her handyman.

  “Lift your foot, sweetheart.”

  She dropped her gaze, shifting it to where Tyler kneeled next to her, waiting for her to raise her foot so he could remove her shoes. With both feet bare, her toes curled into the Berber rug as Connor slid the dress over her shoulders, down her arms and body until it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it.

  “Why don’t you lay on the bed while we get undressed?” Connor watched her, his eyes almost black in the dimly lit room.

  Tyler was already ditching his shirt as he toed off his own footwear while he undid the buckle on his pants.

  “I can do that for you.” She switched directions to help, but he raised a hand, stopping her.

  “No, I believe Connor told you to get on the bed. This is our show tonight and we expect you to lay back, try to relax and enjoy it. But, I’ll have to warn you, we don’t have much patience for extended play tonight, honey. You can expect that pretty black bra and thong not to last. In fact, if you want to keep them, you may want to take them off yourself.”

  Connor grunted his agreement. So her guys were as hungry as she was.

  Angela reached behind her to undo the clasp on her demi-bra—the sort that held her up but covered nothing. She removed it and then slid her tiny lace thong down her legs. When she stood upright, she caught both men staring at her with clear desire in their eyes, their engorged cocks thick and heavy on display.

  Her mouth watered.

  Tyler folded his clothes and laid them on the bench next to the door. Connor added his, as well as her dress and undergarments, and then as a pair, they stalked her. Their muscle-packed chests rose and fell almost as one with each slow inhale and exhale of breath. She swallowed. An ache filled her tummy. She couldn’t wait to have their hands on her.

  As they edged in closer, Angela backed up until the backs of her knees hit the bed. They came to a stop in front of her. Connor reached out and gave her a gentle shove. She plopped down on the bed, throwing her hands back to catch herself up as they loomed over her.

  Tyler placed one knee on the bed. “Scoot back and get up by the pillows so you’re comfortable.”

  She did as he said, situating herself in the center of the large mattress. Tyler crawled alongside her while Connor had moved around to stand at the end of the bed.

  “Spread your legs.” She glanced over at Tyler’s request, the roughness of his voice increasing the tension in her body. “Do it, babe. We never had dessert. And Connor’s still hungry.”

  “I have those chocolates from the restaurant in my purse, if you want them. There’s only three, and they’re tiny, but they might satisfy your craving until we get home,” she teased. His eyes lit up with interest, before they skipped down to her erect nipples. Knowing where his mind immediately jumped to, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Ah, that’s not what I had in mind.” But she couldn’t wait for him to follow through on the suggestion. She could already feel every tug, every flick of his tongue.

  Tyler leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed her purse from the floor. “Maybe not, but it’s certainly a better way to indulge than simply eating them.” He dug around inside her purse, grunting with satisfaction when he found what he was looking for. He tossed her handbag back to the floor. Then he held up the small squares of chocolate in one hand and reached for one of the candles with the other.

  “We’re going to make a mess,” she warned.

  He shrugged, completely unconcerned and looked down the bed to Connor. “Want one?”

  Connor shook his head has he kneeled on the bed and stationed himself between her spread thighs. “I’m good. I want to taste my honey au natural.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Connor’s taste buds danced in excitement as he put his mouth on Angela. Since even before their commitment ceremony, when Tyler had handed over a portion of his wife’s heart to Connor for eternity, he’d belonged with these two. Initially they’d had their problems, and he’d questioned the likelihood of an arrangement such as Tyler had proposed working. But not because of anything either Tyler or Angela had done or said to make him feel left out. No, he’d always put their friendship and their reputations ahead of his own needs. He’d almost walked away from the two best things in his life to ensure no harm or disrespect came their way.

  And now, almost two years later, he could admit that their thing worked. It worked damn well, regardless of what other people might think. They had a strong support network, and that was all that mattered.

  Now Angela lay spread out before him, captivated with Tyler as he smeared melted milk chocolate over each nipple. She panted in short, choppy breaths. The scent of her arousal wafted up, enticing him to begin tasting his own dessert.

  Connor stretched out, his long legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He shifted closer to his treat, using his broad shoulders to nudge her legs wider. Mmm. She smelled good. He placed a hand on the inside of each of her thighs and, using his thumbs, traced down her slick lips, spreading the moisture around before he spread her wide to see how she glistened. Laying the flat of his tongue to her, he licked his way up her slit. Fuck, she tasted good.

  Connor repeated the move, over and over, avoiding her clit for now, although she whimpered and tilted her hips. He glanced up and paused to watch as Tyler sucked one breast into his mouth. Connor knew his best friend worked that nipple, flicking and circling it, recovering every morsel of chocolate he’d meticulously spread over each hard jewel.

  Angela had her hands flung up over her head, her fingers twitching and clutching at the pillow beneath her. Her eyes were closed, and she bit down on her lower lip.

  Connor went back to his own task. Dropping his gaze to her bared sex, he studied her for a moment and then dipped his head down to trace along her opening again. He sucked one succulent pussy lip into his mouth and tugged gently. Letting it pop free, he nibbled the other, at the same time stroking the flesh in the crease of her leg with the tip of one finger.

  The musky smell of her wetness, combined with the salty sweat from having danced under the hot lights in the ballroom, fueled his desire for her. He swirled his tongue around her opening, sticking it in, thrusting as deep as possible, fucking her with it. He teased her, fluttering his tongue over her entrance, swiping at the juice gathering there and trickling down to her ass.

  After a few more plunges, he licked up toward her clit, circled it and then brushed over it. She jerked under him, her legs trembling. Connor tucked his hands beneath Angela’s thighs and lifted them to rest over his shoulders, holding her solidly against him as he went back to playing with that swollen bundle of nerves and the moist flesh beneath it. Each teasing pass over her hot center caused her to moan.

  Tyler had risen to his knees and stretched across Angela’s stomach, his arm positioned on her opposite side to hold his body over her while he cleaned the other breast. The first one still held a faint stain of color from the chocolate. Connor felt certain not a spec would remain by the time they were finished.

  Together they pleasured Angela until she wiggled and thrashed beneath them, her cries growing louder as she grew closer to her orgasm. Connor applied suction to her clit while he thrust first one and then a second finger deep inside her. He glided them in and out, stroking her inner walls, hitting her most responsive spots. Her groan reached his ears at the same time she shifted, lifting her hips, his unhurried approach clearly frustrating her.

  “Angela, honey. Do you have a problem?”

  Connor chuckled at Tyler’s query. Her legs quivered under his grasp and her pussy fluttered against his lips. Her juices leaked from her opening, coating his fingers in sweetness.

  “Yes.” It sounded like she ground that one word out between clenched teeth.

  “And what’s that?”

  Without stoppi
ng his own actions, Connor raised his eyes. Tyler stared down at his wife. Connor couldn’t see his face, but assumed it held some devilish look because from what he could see of Angela, she appeared to be glaring at him.

  “I’m more than ready to come.”

  “Are you now?”

  “Yes.” She uttered a sound much like a growl.

  The poor bastard had the nerve to laugh.

  “Ty.” Connor spoke up. “Why don’t we let her come so then we can too?” God knows his cock, cramped and hurting, tucked between him and the bed, begged to be buried full inside this woman.

  Tyler looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, you might be right. My cock hurts so badly right now, I don’t think it’s going to take more than a few quick strokes before I’m coming like a fountain.”

  Tyler turned back to his wife. “Okay, Angela. Let go, sweetheart.”

  A moan that sounded a little desperate escaped her lips but Connor also sensed her relief. Based on the way her pussy clutched his fingers, he knew she was close.

  “Come on, Angela, come for us.” Tyler resumed sucking on one of his wife’s breasts with more vigor than before while he plucked the other one, tugging it, elongating it, before letting it snap back into position.

  Connor pumped in and out of her pussy, curling his two fingers to caress that special spot. Her body shuddered and her hips thrust faster, trying to keep pace with him. It wasn’t long before she arched, the walls of her vagina clamping tight around him, while she tipped over the edge and cried out her release. He lapped up every ounce as fast as she fed him.

  When she fell back to the mattress, her body limp, he and Tyler backed off, giving her a moment. Connor rose to rest on his knees near the bottom edge of the bed. He trailed his fingers along Angela’s smooth leg while they waiting for her to catch her breath.

  “Sweetheart? You want to continue here, or head home?” Tyler asked. She blinked up at him, her eyes all glassy, her cheeks rosy, her bottom lip a tad swollen. Connor watched as she slid one hand down her torso, leaving it to rest over her abdomen.

  “Oh, you can’t leave me hanging like this. That wouldn’t be fair.”

  Tyler grinned. “Are you ready for us then?”

  “I am.”

  “How do you want it tonight, baby?”’

  “I want both of you.”

  Connor slipped off the bed and strolled over the dresser where he knew he’d find small tubes of lube. Grabbing one and breaking the seal, he returned to the bed. Although he loved anything and everything they did together, he knew she especially loved when they took her at the same time. She never lasted long during those moments. None of them did. Enclosed between the two them, she thrived. Every one of her senses heightened, and as each sensation bombarded her, she became overwhelmed to the extreme. She had jokingly told him once that it was at those times she felt like she was a volcano and they were the molten lava that caused her to erupt.

  Tyler lay down on the bed and Angela rolled over on top of him, straddling his hips. She leaned down and kissed him. Connor watched the passion between the two, not feeling an ounce of jealousy because he knew, without a doubt, that she loved him just as much.

  Tyler gripped his cock in one hand while Angela lowered herself over him, taking him in all the way. He grunted when she came to a stop and then he moaned. “Fuck, babe. You feel so good.”

  Connor waited while she lifted and dropped a few times, getting comfortable with the feeling, slicking up her insides. Then she ground her pelvis against Tyler, giving a little shimmy that caused his friend to groan with need.

  Connor placed his hand in the center of her back and pressed her down until she and Tyler were chest to chest. “You ready for me now?”

  The woman he’d rip his soul out for tossed him a naughty but delicious look over her shoulder. She shifted, tilting her lush ass for him. “You know I am.”

  God he loved this woman.

  Connor applied some lube to his hand and coated his dick with it. The damn thing was so sensitive at this point, a few quick strokes with just the right amount of pressure and he’d shoot thick, white streaks all over her back. He bit the inside of his cheek, willing his body to hold off until he was tucked inside her warmth.

  Adding some of the gel to two fingers, he circled that tiny rosette she offered him, shining it up. Then he pressed, slow but steady, until just the tip of one finger passed through. Even though they’d done this plenty of times, that first break through always caused her to gasp, but immediately she relaxed enough for him to push further inside. He pumped one finger in and out a few times before he added the second one, again going slow, giving her time to adjust to the new fullness.

  Taking his time, even though he sensed intense anxiety in the room, Connor prepared her, thrusting his fingers in and out, scissoring them back and forth, getting her ready for him. He’d never intentionally hurt her and felt she needed a little extra attention, regardless of the fact that by now all three of them were sucking in great gulps of air as the tension rose.

  The scent of their combined arousal filled the air. Only a faint thumping of the base coming from the music downstairs could be felt more than heard through the floor.

  “Connor, I think I’m more than ready for that big beautiful cock of yours to be shoved in my ass.”

  “Yeah, buddy, hurry up there. I’m going to explode any minute now and I haven’t moved a muscle.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” Removing his fingers from the tightness of her behind, Conner placed his hands on the cheeks of Angela’s ass and spread her wide. Then he lined up his cock and nudged the entrance. He pushed against her until his head popped through the opening. Inhaling through his nose, and out through his mouth, he continued forward until he was seated to the hilt inside Angela, her tight channel surrounding him, squeezing the ever loving life out of him.

  He licked his lips, tasting the sweat that gathered there. “Ready?”

  The other two grunted their agreement. Connor withdrew, pulling up on Angela’s hips at the same time so she essentially rose off of Tyler’s cock. Then she sunk back down and Connor drilled deep again.

  In and out. Up and down. They soon picked up a rhythm that worked for everyone. One that had all three of them sweating, breaths coming in hard gusts, and their limbs trembling within minutes.

  Beneath him a strong shudder rolled through Angela. Tyler thrust up, connecting with Angela as she drove down again. Connor could feel the length of his friend on the other side as he buried his cock in Angela’s ass.

  “Christ, Angela. I’m ready to come.”

  “Me, too. So close, Tyler. Help me.”

  “I gotcha, sweetheart.” Connor reached his right hand down between Angela and Tyler’s bodies. Tyler stretched up and grasped a nipple between his teeth just as Connor grazed his thumb over her clit. Angela’s garbled cry sounded just as Connor felt his balls tingle. He pumped his hips faster, loving the feeling of tunneling in and out of her, knowing Tyler savored her pussy just as much.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear, but the quakes that had taken over her body required no additional warning. These orgasms were always powerful for her, and tonight appeared to be a doozy.

  Tyler released her nipple, dropped his head back to the pillow and gritted his teeth. Then his back arched as he roared out his completion.

  Connor’s own climax raced through his body like a flame to a trail of gasoline. He ground his cock against her rounded behind and gave her all that he had.

  Angela let loose a strangled cry between them as her orgasm hurdled through her. She slumped down on top of Tyler, who wrapped his arms around her. Connor eased out of her body and on shaky legs crawled off the bed and lumbered into the bathroom. He cleaned himself and then doused a second cloth in warm water to do the same for Angela.

  When he returned to the bed, she hadn’t yet moved but as Tyler shifted to wiggle out from under her, she gasped and curled in on herself.
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  Tyler stilled and Connor hurried over. “Angela, honey. What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know. I—” She winced and grasped her stomach as she rolled away and crawled off the bed.

  Connor reached out the steady her. “Angela? Did we hurt you?” He’d kick himself if they did. Maybe she wasn’t feeling as well as she’d let on.

  She shook her head. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”

  She pulled away from his hold and hurried across the room, closing the door behind her. Connor turned to Tyler who looked just as stunned as he felt. “What just happened?”

  Concern and confusion filled his friend’s expression, but he shrugged as he sat up. “I don’t know. She was fine and then she whimpered and froze up a bit.” Tyler got up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom.

  A dark wet spot caught Connor’s attention on the sheets. He stepped closer and peered down at it. What the fuck? He reached out and wiped an area that was darker than the rest. When he pulled his hand back and looked at the tip of his fingers, they were smeared red.

  “Tyler?” A chill of fear dried every ounce of sweat that coated his body.

  “What?” Tyler sounded distracted as he raised his fist to knock on the door.

  “Blood.”

  “Huh?” Tyler glanced over in his direction.

  Connor held up his hand. “I think there’s blood on the sheets.”

  Tyler spun back to the door and pounded on it. “Angela! Open up. Now, honey. Please.”

  Connor rushed over just as she opened the door. The light backlit her, but he took notice of her pale complexion and the distress in her eyes.

  “Sweetheart?” Tyler’s choked endearment echoed the knot that had formed in Connor’s gut.

  “I think you should take me to the hospital.”

  “Why?” Connor heard the panicked edge to his best friend’s voice, but somehow managed to swallow around the lump that filled his own throat.

  “I think I might be miscarrying.”