Cured by Pleasure

by Lacey Thorn

  “I thought you were getting the bed ready?” she panted the question out.

  “Not sure we’ll make it that far,” Spencer said without remorse, as he dropped the items on the sofa before tearing a condom wrapper open and rolling it on his cock.

  “No fair,” she groaned. “I want a taste.”

  “I’ve got something for you to taste,” Beck offered as he stood up.

  She watched as he and Spencer traded places.

  “Next time,” Spencer promised. “We’ll make it to the bed next time.”

  She nodded as he pushed her knees together before reaching for her panties and bracing her legs against his chest. She moaned in anticipation as she lifted her hips to help him. His fingers skimmed along her hips then the outside of her thighs, as he brought the sheer material up her legs and off over her feet.

  “I want to be inside you,” he whispered.

  “Yes,” she agreed. “Oh, God, yes.” She followed his urging, as he helped her turn, so she was on her hands and knees on the ottoman. Beck and Asher stood just in front of her, their cocks bobbing so close to where she wanted to suck them in. She arched her back, lifting her hips in invitation to Spencer. She wanted his cock in her pussy. Now.

  She licked her lips and opened her mouth, letting Beck and Asher know she was more than ready to taste them.

  Beck’s cock met her lips first, and she wasted no time sucking the head in and swirling her mouth around it. One hand clenched in her hair, and she loved the slight pull against her scalp as Beck fought for control.

  “That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “Suck my cock. Fuck, yeah. Suck it deep, baby.” He began pumping into her, shallow strokes urging her to accept more of him, as she used her tongue to rub along what was in her mouth.

  Spencer gripped her hips as he moved into position behind her. She could feel the tap of his cock against her ass as he leaned in closer. Then he was rubbing along her lips, gliding through the wetness there to rap against her clit before sliding back to lodge in her opening.

  “Mmmhmm,” she tried to moan encouragement around Beck’s cock.

  Spencer slid deep with one thrust. Her fingers clenched against the ottoman, and she cried out around Beck’s cock.

  “You like that,” Spencer crooned. “Feels so good.” He began moving behind her, slow and easy as if he weren’t in a rush to take her now that he was inside.

  Beck slipped his cock free, but Asher was there and more than willing to have her mouth on him. There was a drop of pre-cum on his tip, and she licked it off with a groan of pleasure before sucking him deep.

  “That’s it, honey,” he sighed, as he cupped her face in his hands and began a shallow fucking of her mouth. “Let me feel that tongue. God, you look so good with my dick riding between your lips.” He groaned as she tightened her mouth and sucked greedily on him. “That’s it. Show me how much you want my cock.”

  Spencer was picking up speed as he fucked her. She was doing her best to thrust back into him. She wanted more. Harder. Faster. She just wanted.

  She pulled her mouth off Asher, licking over the crown before attempting to articulate her need. “I want all three of you. Not just two at a time.”

  Spencer stilled behind her, his cock buried deep inside her. One hand slid between the cheeks of her ass, and he rubbed his thumb over her anus. “Have you ever had a man here before?”

  “I wouldn’t suggest it if I hadn’t. I love anal sex, Spencer. I’ve never had a man in my pussy while another was in my ass though. But I have had a toy and a cock at the same time. I think I’ll be okay.”

  “Fuck,” Spencer groaned as he jerked behind her. She could tell he was just as excited at the idea as she was.

  “Let’s move this into the bedroom then,” Beck grunted.

  Spencer pulled out of her and before she could even move, Asher shifted, scooping his arms under her and flipping her up into his arms while Beck helped. Beck took her mouth in a heated kiss as she slid one arm around Asher’s neck, the other burying once more in Beck’s hair, as she tasted her own unique flavor on his tongue.

  He pulled away with a moan. “I swear I’m about three seconds from coming.”

  “Not yet,” she said. “I want you inside me when you come. I want to taste you on my tongue the way you have me on yours.”

  “Fuck,” he swore again. “Get her in the fucking bedroom.”

  Asher gave a shaky laugh, as he veered around the couch toward one of the parts of the loft that was closed off by screens. There was a huge bed behind, the covers already pulled back. There was a roll of condoms on the table beside the bed, as well as a few other things she’d focus more on later. Her gaze caught and held on a pair of silk lined cuffs. Beck hadn’t been joking earlier. And damn, her pussy should not be getting even wetter at the thought of them being used on her.

  Asher eased her down on the side of the bed before ripping a condom from the roll and opening it. She leaned in and took his cock in her mouth again, licking at the opening where another drop of pre-cum lingered.

  “If you don’t stop, you’ll only have two of us at a time,” he warned.

  She pulled back, releasing him and holding her hand out for the condom. She felt a wicked thrill when he handed it to her with a shaky hand. She liked the fact they were as into this as she was. She wanted them to lose control, to hold nothing back from her. She wanted to experience everything they had to give.

  She took Asher’s cock in a firm grip as she rolled the condom on. When he was sheathed, she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his hip. “I feel empty,” she moaned.

  “We can’t have that,” Spencer replied. “Turn over for me,” he urged, snapping open the lube and squirting a generous amount on his fingers.

  She rolled over with ease, rising once more onto her hands and knees, this time on the bed. Her knees were at the edge as Spencer moved behind her. Asher and Beck helped spread her wide for Spencer. It should be embarrassing, but watching the hooded lust in their expressions only made her hotter.

  Spencer rimmed her anus with the lube before slowly pressing a finger inside. She hadn’t lied when she said she loved anal sex. She’d had the best orgasm of her life with a cock buried in her ass while a vibrator worked her pussy.

  “More,” she demanded, rocking back into them. She was on fire with lust, with need. “Fuck me.”

  Another finger joined the first, and he began rubbing them around in circles as he fucked her ass. She moaned as they pulled free, but he returned them, and she could feel the cool coating of more lube on them.

  “I’m ready,” she vowed. “Please,” she begged. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

  Masculine groans filled the air, and the bed dipped as Asher slid on beside her. Her eyes were glued to him, as he moved to the center of it and reclined back. One hand gripped the base of his cock, as he nodded and held the other hand out to her. “Come here, honey,” he crooned.

  She felt a heated slap against the bottom of her left ass cheek and glanced back to see Beck standing there. He lifted his hand and spanked the same spot on her right side.

  “Look at how pretty that ass is blushing,” he moaned. “You better get moving before I see just how red I can make it.”

  She almost stayed, part of her she’d never known existed craving the spanking he obviously wanted to give her. But Asher moaned, and she turned her glance back in time to see his hips thrust up off the bed, fucking nothing but air when it should be her. She crawled up over him, rubbing her nipples along the hair on his thighs, feeling his cock rub between her breasts and along her belly until it notched between her thighs.

  “Take my cock, baby,” he urged. “Slide down and take me deep.”

  She licked her lips as she sat up. One hand reached down to hold him in place while he gripped her hips to help her balance. She tucked him against her opening and slowly lowered along his length. They both groaned at the pleasure as she took all of him. She couldn’t control the need to rock agai
nst him, once he was fully inside.

  He jerked her forward, and she fell against his chest, her hands hitting the mattress outside his shoulders. He tugged her closer until he could take her mouth with his. The kiss was a clashing of tongues as they fought for dominance. She felt the bed shift again and then the warmth of Spencer, as he moved into place behind her. His knees nudged against hers, pushing hers closer to Asher’s hips as Spencer’s cock rubbed along the seam of her ass.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck your ass since the first day I watched you walk away,” he admitted as he lodged against her anus. She could feel the generous lube he’d used to coat the condom with as he pressed into her. “Ahhh, fuck,” he hissed as he slid deep.

  Deja cried out. Never had it felt this good. Never had she felt this stretched and full. Oh, God, so full. And hungry. So hungry.

  The bed shifted again as Beck stood over them. Asher and Spencer helped her lift up between them, so she could reach Beck’s cock with her mouth. With a moan, she latched on and sucked hungrily.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Beck groaned, as Spencer and Asher finally began to fuck her.

  This. This was what she’d wanted from the moment she’d agreed to dinner. This was what had filled every dream and fantasy she’d had since meeting the three of them and hearing the rumor they might like to share. It was heaven. It was exquisite torture. It was pure sensation. She’d never been so well fucked before.

  She braced her right hand on Asher’s shoulder, turning her body toward Beck. Beck’s hands gripped her hair, holding her in place while he fucked her mouth, giving her every inch of delicious cock she could manage. Asher had one hand on her hip, the other pinching and tugging at her nipples. Spencer held her thighs while he fucked her.

  “I’m going to come,” Beck whispered above her. “Tell me if you want me to pull out, honey.”

  She sucked harder, letting him know without words she wanted to taste him as fully as he had her. She wanted his cum in her mouth, wanted it on her tongue.

  Spencer was panting and grunting behind her as he began fucking harder and faster. Asher slammed deep and pinched hard on both nipples, crying out as he found his release in her pussy. She jerked between them and only Beck’s cock kept her screams from spilling into the room as she went flying with an orgasm.

  Beck’s cum splashed against the roof of her mouth, and she swallowed as another then another followed before he eased back, panting for breath as his body shivered from the release.

  “Deja!” Spencer yelled her name, as he thrust deep and pressed hard against her ass. She could feel the pulsing of his cock and the heat of his release as it filled the condom.

  “Yessss,” she sighed as she slowly let her body sink until she rested against Asher’s chest. It was everything she’d hoped for and so much more. She just needed a little bit of rest before she urged them to do it all again.

  Only the sound of their breathing filled the air. Deja wondered if it was taking them as long to recover as it was taking her. She’d never had sex like this, sex that left her exhausted, yet longing for more. She’d been a little worried about her ability to keep up with the three of them, but listening to them, she could only grin. She’d obviously held her own.

  “What’s so amusing?” Beck asked, as he finally eased his grip on the headboard and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

  “I was afraid I might not be able to keep up with you guys.”

  Spencer groaned behind her as he slowly eased his cock from her ass and slipped back off the end of the bed. “Any better and I think we’d all be comatose.”

  Asher grunted in agreement, his arms wrapping around her and holding her closer to his chest. She felt the brush of his lips against her head. “What are you thinking?” he asked, as the others watched her.

  She took the time to look at all of them, seeing everything they held buried inside in this one moment of uncensored openness. She saw the want, the need, not just for sex, but maybe for something more. But Spencer’s eyes shifted, as he stood and rubbed her leg before moving away. Beck closed his eyes and shook his head, his teeth gritting as he moved from the bed as well.

  “I’m going to grab some water,” he sighed. “Anyone?”

  “Yeah,” Asher answered. “Grab a bottle for each of us.”

  One hand stroked up and down her spine, soothing, comforting.

  “You never answered,” he whispered against her temple.

  She propped her fist on his chest and placed her chin atop it, so she could look at him. “What am I thinking?” She repeated the question.

  He nodded.

  She was thinking too much, over thinking probably. She was thinking a lifetime of moments like this wouldn’t be enough. She was hoping this wasn’t a one-time thing. She wanted to beg them to let her stay longer, to keep her. She wanted to run as far as she could get because she’d only had a desire to belong like this one other time in her life…with her sisters. And wanting this, with them, terrified her in the power they would have to hurt her. Did have. How the hell had she fallen so fast, so quickly?

  “Deja?” Asher’s fingers stroked over her cheek, pulling her back to him, the bed, and the pleasure she’d found in it.

  “I’m wondering how many times I can talk the three of you into a repeat performance,” she purred, choosing to take a lighter approach.

  For a moment, she thought she saw disappointment in his eyes, as if her response wasn’t the one he was hoping for. But it was there and gone too quickly for her to be sure it wasn’t just a reflection of her own disappointment in herself. She wanted so much more than another memory.

  “I’m sure that can be arranged,” he whispered again, placing another kiss on her head while one hand continued to rub up and down her back. “That and more.”

  She caught his gaze again and wondered if he was commenting on her spoken desire for more or if her eyes were spilling the secrets her mouth was smart enough to lock inside. She flattened her palms and let her cheek rest against his chest, taking comfort in the feel of his heartbeat in her ear. His cock was soft inside her, and it wouldn’t take more than a wiggle of her hips or his to dislodge him. She needed to move if for no other reason to make sure the condom didn’t shift and spill or worse come off inside her.

  But she didn’t want him to leave her, and she was suddenly sure it had little to do with the great sex.

  Chapter Six

  Deja felt the caress along her side and slowly blinked her eyes open. She must have fallen asleep on Asher’s chest, but now her cheek was pillowed on the soft sheet. She blinked again, and Beck came into focus. She felt a warm body shift beside her and turned her head to see Spencer sprawled there.

  “What time is it?” she softly voiced the question. It still looked dark outside.

  “Just after two,” Beck whispered back. “Come with me?” He offered his hand out to her.

  She took it and eased gently from Spencer’s warmth. She was almost embarrassed to be naked when Beck was wearing a soft looking pair of lounge pants. But the desire in his eyes wouldn’t allow for it.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “My bed,” Beck offered with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Spencer’s had you to himself long enough.”

  She snorted softly and let him tug her across the long expanse of the loft and through a door to what was obviously his bedroom.

  “I didn’t realize lofts had doors,” she admitted. “I thought the whole point was just having a big wide open space.”

  “We added them when we bought the building,” Beck told her as he pulled her toward the bed. “Hungry?” He pointed to the bowl of popcorn that smelled hot and fresh.

  Her tummy growled making her blush and him grin.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, handing her the bowl as she sat on the bed. “Anyway, Asher and I both took the rooms we walled in with open doors. They’re smaller, but sufficient. Spencer keeps the larger bedroom and bed on the other side of the loft behind t
he screens.”

  “How did you guys decide that?” She pulled a few popped kernels to her lips and almost moaned as the flavor of salt and fresh butter exploded across her taste buds.

  “I like a lot of salt and butter,” he stated, looking a little embarrassed.

  “Me, too,” she confessed with a little giggle.

  He joined her on the bed, reaching for the bowl as he did and scooping a handful of popcorn out and popping it in his mouth. “Sex makes me hungry,” he talked around the munch as he ate, making her laugh again.

  “Eat with your mouth closed!” she offered with a snicker.

  He let his eyes drop to her lap under the bowl. “Sometimes it’s more fun with my mouth open, my tongue flicking around everywhere for a taste.”

  She could feel her nipples tightening, her pussy growing wet with the memory of just how well he’d pleasured her with his mouth.

  “How hungry are you?” she whispered the question as he gently moved the bowl from her suddenly limp hands.

  “Starving,” he assured her, as he leaned in until his breath fanned her cheek. “Famished even.” His lips pressed just under her ear as they slowly reclined until her back hit the mattress. “I want to taste every inch of you, Deja,” he swore. “I want to make love to you with my mouth, then do the same with my cock.” He pressed against her, letting her feel just how hard he was. “My cock aches to feel the clasp of your pussy.”

  “Yes,” she nodded her agreement. She’d tasted him on her tongue, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to know what it was like to have him thrust deep and hard, filling her again and again as they both came.

  His lips rubbed softly over hers, his teeth gently nipping her bottom lip until she parted them and his tongue could slip between. He tapped it against her teeth before sliding deeper still and twining it with hers. It was a soft caress that had her aching for him, as if they hadn’t just shared the best night of sex in her life a few hours before.

  He eased back, running his lips and tongue over her jaw and down the column of her neck. She leaned her head back, giving him better access as he touched, tasted, and taunted her with the desire for more. She felt the slide of his hand down over her stomach, his fingers slipping over the damp curls to find the swollen bud of her clit.