Three Times Lucky: Five Sizzling Tales of Three-Way Love

by Kim Carmichael

  “Yes.” He flexed his hands on her again.

  “Mmm.” RayAnne raised her ass in the air. “Show me.”

  Dana slid his hands around and gripped the back of her thighs and then thrust his hips, slamming his cock inside her while slapping her down against him. Hard, fast and deliberate. RayAnne raised her gaze to Kyra and thread her fingers into the back of his hair.

  “Let me suck your nipples, lover.” RayAnne licked her lips, the need to come building inside her like a storm. Kyra inched forward and cupped one large breast in her palm, offering it to RayAnne. She dragged her tongue over one peeked tip before sucking the tight areola between her fangs. Dana continued drilling into her and her cunt clenched around his shaft.

  “Fuck. Your cunt…”

  RayAnne flicked Kyra’s nipple and then pulled her mouth away. “Spread some of your sweetness on there for me. I need you on my tongue.”

  Kyra buried two fingers in her cunt and coated the taut pink bud with her juices.

  RayAnne licked and sucked every bit of it and then pierced the tender flesh with her fangs. Kyra’s flavor exploded through her.

  Dana took one of RayAnne’s breasts in hand and squeezed, lapping at her nipple. With his other, he pressed two fingers, slippery with her juices, into her asshole.

  RayAnne’s orgasm barreled forward and detonated like a bomb. She screamed around Kyra’s breast, and Dana fucked her harder, his own climax exploding out of him. Spinning and spinning, wave after wave, she came. Her cunt contracted around his prick with each impalement. Drowning in the sensations, RayAnne closed her eyes and tried to ground herself. The distant sounds of Kyra, her little whimpers between the endearments she whispered to RayAnne, became the only thing she could hear.

  Dana stopped moving and RayAnne removed her fangs from her lover’s breast. When most of her senses returned, she looked down at him. He’d passed out. Shit.

  “Did you kill him?”

  “Not yet. Unless he had a heart attack.” RayAnne smirked.

  “That’s silly. I can hear his heart beating.” Kyra giggled. “Maybe we should get him some juice or something.”

  “Of course.” She pressed a kiss to Kyra’s lips. “Go grab that, and I’ll rouse him.”

  “I think you roused him too much. Be right back.” Kyra tossed her a devious look and walked out of the room.

  RayAnne rose off Dana’s still body. Kyra was right. He hadn’t had a heart attack, but he’d definitely passed out. Not surprising, she’d just wrung a third orgasm from him.

  “Dana?” She tapped his cheek. “Wake up.” He didn’t respond so she slapped him. Not too hard, but enough to make her chuckle.

  He came back to consciousness with a gasp for air.

  He rubbed his cheek. “Did you just hit me?”

  “Don’t be a baby. You passed out, and that’s not acceptable. Kyra’s getting you some juice. I’m not nearly done with you, so we need to keep your blood sugar up.”

  He rubbed his palms over his face and yawned. “Just let me rest a few minutes.”

  “As you wish, but drink the juice first.”

  Kyra returned and handed her a small glass of orange juice. RayAnne took a seat next to him. “Sit up and drink this.”

  He groaned, but did as she asked. When he finished, he handed the glass back to her and then laid back down again.

  “What’s he doing?” Kyra pursed her lips into a pout.

  “Don’t worry, lover. He’s just going to rest for a few minutes.” Getting to her feet, she set the glass down on a small table and moved back to Kyra. “While he does, let’s you and me play in the meantime.” She ran her hands up Kyra’s torso and kissed her.

  “That sounds nice.” Kyra smiled and then RayAnne kissed her again, their tongues tangling.

  RayAnne moaned and cupped Kyra’s soft, deliciously wet folds, in her palm. She had to taste her, had to drive her mindless before letting her come. She broke the kiss and glanced over at the toys laid out on the sideboard. Ah, yes, the blindfold and dildos would be perfect.

  RayAnne retrieved the items and returned to Kyra. “Lie down on the ground. Arms to your sides, palms up, legs spread.”

  Kyra nodded and assumed the position. She knelt beside her and fastened the blindfold, and then pressed another kiss to her lover’s perfect lips. “So beautiful, my love.”

  Kyra smiled. “Thank you.”

  RayAnne moved between Kyra’s parted legs and took her large breasts in her palms. So perfect. So full and completely natural. She massaged them, squeezing and pressing them together. RayAnne leaned forward and licked over each perfect taut nipple. Giving equal attention to both, teasing each with the tip of a fang.

  Kyra shivered, whimpering with each scrape of RayAnne’s fang. “Heaven to watch your nipples get even harder, as if they were reaching to be closer to my mouth.” RayAnne sucked one tight bud, pinched and rolled the other between her fingertips.

  When her breathing became more moans than anything else, RayAnne pulled away and stared down at Kyra’s breasts. She ran her palms around the outside, and then back to the insides of them, rubbing and gripping the full globes. Satisfaction zinged through her at the bright pink shade that rose on Kyra’s pale skin. Her lover had taken enough blood from Dana to allow her skin to respond the way a mortal’s would.

  RayAnne reached for one of the vibrators, turned it on and circled a nipple with it.

  Kyra arched her body, whimpering from the contact.

  She continued down the center of Kyra’s stomach, following the path she drew with her palm, exploring the tight stomach muscles, before settling the end of the vibrator against Kyra’s swollen clit.

  Kyra raised her knees and tilted her pelvis forward.

  “Stay still.”

  “Yes, baby.” Kyra went still, and RayAnne knew she was once again ready to surrender her body and mind.

  Kyra was RayAnne’s. Hers to control. Hers to fuck. Hers to take care of.

  Hers.

  And she owned every inch of her beautiful body.

  * * * *

  Kyra’s body buzzed with arousal. All her senses heightened to the point of madness due to the blindfold. RayAnne held the tip of the vibrator to Kyra’s clit. The constant vibration sent waves of arousal pounding through her, hurtling Kyra toward the edge of orgasm. But she knew RayAnne wouldn’t allow her to come yet. Kyra bit down on her bottom lip, panting and moaning, doing everything in her power not to move her body.

  “Would you like to come, lover?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “Please, may I?”

  RayAnne chuckled. “Not yet.”

  Kyra sucked in a deep breath. Agitation, or frustration pulsed through her. It was hard, but truth was, Kyra loved it. Pride and satisfaction doused her agitation. She loved giving over control to RayAnne. She loved when RayAnne dictated her pleasure.

  And she loved RayAnne.

  Loved RayAnne’s grim moods, her morose attitude, and the lack of conscience, RayAnne insisted she had. Which was valid proof her baby did, in fact, have a conscience—Kyra couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips at the thought.

  “What’s got you smiling?”

  “Nothing.”

  RayAnne pulled the vibrator away and then slapped her fingers down on Kyra’s pussy. With a scream, her hips shot off the floor. Sweet hell, the sting and then the radiating heat had her clit pulsing for more.

  “Still your body. Now, tell me.”

  Kyra swallowed. “I love you, baby. That’s all.”

  “Mmm.” RayAnne leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Kyra closed her eyes behind the blindfold, accepting the gentle, yet erotic affection.

  RayAnne raised one leg, pressing her thigh against Kyra’s core. “Rub against me. I want to feel your sweet honey all over my thigh.”

  Kyra accepted her kiss once again and rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy against RayAnne’s toned thigh. She wanted to touch her, wanted to slide a hand between them an
d return the attention to RayAnne. Instead she waited, knowing if she did, everything would be more incredible than it already was.

  RayAnne lapped at her lips, nipped them, drawing little trickles of blood that passed between them while Kyra rolled her pelvis, getting wetter, hotter, almost losing control. Her orgasm rode to the surface faster than lightening. Kyra broke the kiss and cried out.

  “You want to come so bad don’t you?” RayAnne crooned. Her lips grazed the shell of Kyra’s ear.

  “Yes, baby. So bad.”

  “Not yet. But soon.”

  Kyra whimpered and gasped for breath. RayAnne rose, knelt between Kyra’s legs again, and slid the vibrator deep inside her channel.

  “Oh God!”

  She sucked Kyra’s clit between her lips.

  “I can’t. RayAnne, I can’t—” She thrashed her head side to side.

  “Come for me, lover.” RayAnne slid the vibrator in and out and sucked her clit.

  Shockwaves rocketed through Kyra’s cunt. Thank fuck! She clenched down around the vibrator, and her orgasm exploded. Kyra couldn’t stop the scream that punched out of her, or the waves of what felt like an endless climax from rolling through her.

  The distant sound of something registered in her ears a few moments later.

  Someone was clapping.

  “That was fucking incredible.”

  “You’re welcome.” RayAnne gave one last lick through Kyra’s folds and then tugged the blindfold down Kyra’s face.

  Dana was sitting on the ottoman, clapping his hands, dick fully hard. Hmm. It was time for Dana to forget his name, and by the look on RayAnne’s face, she intended to be the one to take him to that place.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  RayAnne fastened the strap-on harness around her hips once more. It was time for Dana to have a taste of heaven—or hell, depending on how receptive he was. An odd agitation rose in her when she realized he’d been watching them. Not that she cared when people watched her fuck her woman, but the deal was RayAnne had to be the one who invited it or granted permission. Neither had happened. Mr. Businessman needed to be taught a lesson.

  “On your knees on top of the ottoman, Kyra.” She walked toward them both. “Dana, get to your feet.”

  Dana stared at her, a look of uncertainty in his eyes. Kyra climbed onto the ottoman next to him and ran her palm up his thigh to his dick. The show of affection was enough to distract him from whatever assessment he was making. He leaned to the side and pressed his lips to Kyra’s and she deepened the kiss, threading her fingers through his silver tinted hair. When she pulled away, he was breathless and looked a whole bunch more compliant.

  RayAnne held her hand out to him. He took it, and rose to his feet. She led him around the edge of the ottoman as Kyra got into position.

  “Chin up, Kyra.” RayAnne pressed her chest against Dana’s back and urged him forward. Taking his erect penis in her hand she stroked him from base to tip. Dana exhaled a hard breath and a bead of pre-cum emerged from the tip. “That’s it. Mmm.” She brushed her lips over his neck. “I see the juice helped you.”

  “I didn’t really need it.” He shifted his hips forward. Such a good little helper he was. And an arrogant one too.

  “Open up, Kyra.” RayAnne shifted him farther forward.

  Kyra smiled and licked her lips, and then opened her mouth like a good girl. RayAnne fed his hard cock to her soft welcoming lips. Lucky bastard had no idea the gifts he’d been given tonight. But he would soon enough.

  “You want to fuck her, don’t you?”

  Dana moaned an unintelligible yes, panting with each pass of Kyra’s brilliant mouth.

  “Greedy.” She dragged her tongue over his neck. The pulse beat hard against her tongue, and RayAnne’s fangs ached for another taste. “You’ve already fucked her mouth twice. Or has it been three times? Hmm… but now you want to fuck her sweet cotton-candy-flavored cunt don’t you?”

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  RayAnne scraped a fang over his throat. “Do you want it bad enough to beg for it?”

  “Yes. Yes! Please let me fuck her pussy.”

  RayAnne smiled and nipped at his neck. “Hmm. You impress me, Dana. I would’ve thought you a man above begging.”

  “I’m a—” He gasped. “I’m a smart man. I do what I need to in order to close the deal. Whatever—fuck—whatever it takes.”

  “Very well. Take him close, Kyra. If he starts to come, hold him.” RayAnne caught Kyra’s gaze, and she blinked her eyes, acknowledging the command. She returned to Dana’s neck, licking and sucking over the tender area. She was going to bite him again, needed to give him a little more of her venom in order to get him lost within the ecstasy flooding all of them.

  Dana moaned, panted, groaned, and grit his teeth while Kyra sucked his dick like it was her last meal. He was getting close, the tendons in his neck strung tight, perspiration beading on his forehead and chest. RayAnne reached around the front of him and cupped his balls in her palm. She massaged, tugged and then tilted his head to the side, and sank her fangs in.

  The same sweet sangria flavor flowed down her throat. So strange, he didn’t appear to be of ethnic origin. But then again, sometimes it was hard to tell with a person. She glanced down at Kyra. Her lover had pulled him from her mouth and was squeezing the head of his cock in her palm.

  “Hold it, Dana! Don’t come.” Kyra said. “I want you to fuck me and then come for me. So, do not. You can do it; breathe. Breathe.”

  Fuck sake, RayAnne loved her woman. Always in sync with each other. So opposite, yet in complete coordination. RayAnne closed her eyes, savoring the warmth in her heart, savoring the taste of Dana’s blood.

  Savoring everything about this moment.

  * * * *

  Kyra kept her gaze locked with Dana’s. Sia’s Cellophane played through the room, mingling with the sounds coming out of Dana’s mouth. Various looks of rapture passed over his features, from pain to lust, and finally, ease. He’d managed to hold back his orgasm, which was unexpected. Most mortal men had a hard time doing that, especially if it was something they didn’t do often. But for all she knew, maybe he did. Pretty much everything about this guy had been unexpected. She’d joked with RayAnne about him being a freak, but maybe he did have a little inner freak going on that he might not even be aware of.

  Dana’s breathing evened out. RayAnne was still at his vein and now a calm, blissful look took up residence in his eyes. Kyra bent her head, closed her eyes and took him into her mouth again. The sharp intake of breath coming from him stirred the large pool of lust in her stomach. Soon, she’d have him inside her cunt. Very soon.

  “Release him, Kyra. It’s time.”

  Kyra glanced up and slid him free of her mouth. RayAnne licked over the punctures on his neck and then led him around the ottoman. “Roll to your back, my love.”

  Kyra nodded, and wiped her chin. Her cunt ached to be filled by him, her clit pulsing at a steady heartbeat. After she rolled over, she watched RayAnne kiss him, her jaw working as their tongues clashed together. Kyra had to stifle a moan at the sight. Devil’s angels, she was ready.

  “Now you can fuck her. While I have my fun with you.”

  Dana smiled “What kind of fun?”

  “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’re going to love it. You’ve loved everything we’ve done with you, and for you so far, right? Don’t start questioning now. You’ll ruin all the fun. And you did say, you wanted to forget your name. Now’s your chance, Mr. Executive.” RayAnne stroked his cock once, then twice before kissing him again.

  Dana moved onto the ottoman between Kyra’s parted thighs. RayAnne grabbed one of the large wedge pillows from the corner and placed it under Kyra’s bottom. In this position, her hips would be elevated off the cushion, which would force Dana’s ass in the air so RayAnne could have her way with him. Dana stayed on his knees, staring down at her exposed pussy.

  “She’s pretty there, isn’t she?” RayAnne stroked her fingers over
Kyra’s mound.

  “Very.” He smiled.

  “Prettiest cunt I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” RayAnne raised her hand and then delivered a slap to Kyra’s pussy.

  Kyra cried out, but kept her body still. The sting radiated through her, and her clit pulsed harder.

  RayAnne chuckled. “You want more, don’t you my love.”

  “Yes. Please, yes.” Kyra licked her bottom lip.

  RayAnne delivered another slap.

  This time, Kyra was unable to stop her hips from rising off the pillow. The heady pleasure/pain was just too much, too overwhelming. She gritted her teeth and moaned, knowing her juices now dripped down her ass. God, she needed to be fucked.

  Dana’s eyes were wide as silver dollars. “My God, look at that.” He ran his fingers through her folds, teasing the mouth of her cunt, and then dragged them down to her asshole. “Most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “I agree.” RayAnne moved behind him, bottle of lube in her hand. “Dana, have you ever had your ass played with? Ever had that nice little male g-spot, also known as the prostate gland stimulated?”

  “Um…” He dragged his eyes away from Kyra’s pussy and looked over his shoulder at RayAnne. “I—”

  “It’s a perfectly natural thing, you know.” RayAnne tsk’d. “Don’t neglect my girl. I do believe she’s ready for you.”

  Dana nodded and turned back to Kyra.

  “Come on, let me feel you inside me. I need you.” Kyra palmed her breasts and squeezed them together. It wasn’t a lie; she did need him. She needed his throbbing dick as much as she needed his vein. And she was done waiting for both.

  * * * *

  RayAnne pressed herself against Dana’s back and smoothed her hands down his chest as he inched forward. With his cock fisted in his palm, he rubbed the head over Kyra’s swollen clit. Apparently he was going to take his time, tease her a little before finally sinking inside. He might be an arrogant executive, but at least he knew how to treat a woman sexually.