by Jodi Redford
She cupped her mound protectively. “Please. I don’t want to be the only one doing this.”
Ry and Bram automatically reached for their briefs and peeled them off. Their cocks sprang free—long, thick and unbelievably hard. Her clit pulsed without her even rubbing it, and moisture pooled between her legs. More than anything, she wanted to feel the silky-steel length of their shafts gliding in her palms. Or better yet, sliding along the wet folds of her labia before sinking deep inside her. Just the thought of it sent a sharp, needy ache through her core, and she whimpered.
Ry circled his cock with his fist and gave it a lazy, indulgent stroke. Bram, on the other hand, pumped his with a firmer grip, making his abs quiver and the veins in his forearm stand out in stark relief. She watched them both, yet again fascinated by the marked differences in their techniques.
“Baby, I think you’re neglecting something.” Ry nodded toward the motionless fingers resting between her legs.
Okay, she could definitely do this. Not like there wasn’t plenty of wicked inspiration standing right in front of her. Letting her thighs fall open a bit more, she glossed her fingertips over her soaked slit, moving toward her clit. When she came in contact with the throbbing nubbin, she shivered and arched her back.
“Fuck.” A hoarse groan ripped from Bram, and he squeezed the base of his cock so hard his knuckles whitened.
Ry paid him no mind and instead continued to stare at her. He worked his fist along the rigid length of his shaft, curling his palm slightly as he rubbed over the rosy, plum-shaped cap, spreading a drop of precome with his thumb. “Is stroking your clit enough to get you off?”
A warning pulse trembled through her at his question. She struggled to hold it off, to not succumb to the looming orgasm. “Sometimes,” she gasped, her gaze latched to his thick erection. God, she wanted him inside her. So badly, she shook from the desperate need of it. “But I…I want—” She tried to get the words out, but the sensations building inside her could no longer be ignored. “Oooh.” She clamped her legs together, but that only intensified the pressure on her clit.
The orgasm slammed into her, making her shudder and gasp. She was acutely aware of Ry’s and Bram’s hot gazes cataloging every detail of her climax the entire time the quakes rolled through her body. A distant part of her wondered why she didn’t feel embarrassed. Moments after the glow began to settle, Ry’s arms tucked beneath her legs and he scooped her against his chest. She snuggled into him, too limp and content to do much else. He carried her down the hall and into Bram’s bedroom.
She giggled as the three of them climbed into the massive California King bed. “Something tells me we’re not going to be eating for a while.”
Ry scooted between her thighs, bracing them with his wide shoulders. His expression was pure sin. “Speak for yourself.” Beard scruff tickled her sensitive flesh as his mouth closed around her pussy. He sucked on the folds of her labia, using the tip of his tongue to tease her clit.
She jerked, the sensations almost too much to take. Ry held her hips firm to the mattress, giving her no option but to submit to his exquisite torment. Bram leaned over her and suckled her breasts, each devastating tug on her nipples resulting in an echoing pulse through her clit. Ry’s mouth left her pussy.
She wanted to weep at the cruel abandonment, until Bram stretched across her and coasted his tongue along her slit. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
Ry rumbled his agreement before sinking two fingers inside her. “You’re so tight and wet. Let me feel you come again, baby.”
Together he and Bram brought her to a dazzling peak. She hovered there, suspended for a long moment before her body shattered. She cried out, her pussy clenching, milking Ry’s fingers with strong spasms.
Bram sat back on his haunches, his expression pained as he squeezed his cock. She stared at his gorgeous, straining shaft and licked her lips. Gaze riveted on her prize, she inched closer and kissed the swollen head. His salty, musky essence quickly became addictive, and she pulled his hand away so she could take more of him into her mouth. His groans filled her ears, encouraging her to suck him deeper. “Jesus, Lace. That’s fucking good.”
The mattress dipped, and she looked over to see Ry rummaging in the nightstand.
“Other drawer,” Bram said, his breath a harsh rasp.
Ry returned to the bed and tossed a handful of condoms onto the comforter. Her pulse sped up at the implications of needing that many condoms, but a moment later, when Ry sheathed himself and positioned his cock at her slick entrance, the only thought consuming her was the anticipation of finally having him buried inside her. He nudged past her opening, stretching her. She undulated her hips, desperately attempting to lodge him deeper. He tightened his grip on her, refusing to accommodate. “We’re going to test your multitasking skills. The idea is to have all of us come together. You up for it?”
An agonized sound came from Bram as he leaned over her. “I’m seconds away from blowing.”
“Tough. Count baseball stats or something.” With tormenting laziness, Ry thrust into her. His gliding penetration was so slow she felt the luscious friction of every vein in his cock through the condom. At the tail end of his stroke, he flexed his hips with a slight twist, rubbing her clit with his pubic bone. She gasped around Bram, earning another of his tortured grunts.
“Goddamn it, I’m gonna come,” Bram bit out between harsh, ragged pants.
“No you’re not. You can take it.” Ry stroked in and out of her, his rhythm steady. “Imagine if you were where I am, balls-deep in tight, wet, luscious pussy.”
“You are one sadistic son of a bitch.” The words sounded like they’d been ground between Bram’s teeth.
A smoky laugh fell from Ry. It caressed her, making her shiver and writhe on his cock. Ry’s motions faltered for a moment before he suddenly pumped into her harder. Deeper. Gripping her hips, he pulled her into his thrusts. “God, I want to feel you come around me.”
She gave a delirious moan, and Ry strummed her clit. “Keep sucking his cock, baby. Use your mouth and your pussy to make us come with you.”
His soft command was all the invitation she needed. Angling her head back, she swallowed Bram down her throat and squeezed her vaginal muscles. The groan that shook from Ry verified that all those Kegel exercises really paid off. Breathing through her nose, she continued to suck and swallow Bram’s cock. His balls tightened and his thighs were rock hard, hinting how close he was. Ry pounded into her now, his determination to send her over the edge creating a lush spiral of pleasure within her.
Her entire existence narrowed to the cocks filling her mouth and pussy.
The orgasm started in her toes, rapidly spreading upward and outward in an unending tremble through her body. Tears streamed from her eyes, as much from the emotional tide crashing over her as the overwhelming pleasure of the climax. The masculine groans surrounding her were her first clues that Ry and Bram were making good on the promise of simultaneous orgasms. Through her sensual fog she realized Bram’s come was spurting down her throat while Ry’s cock throbbed inside her. It was enough to trigger another wave of orgasm, and she moaned around Bram’s pulsing shaft.
Nothing should feel this good. Be this incredible.
Even as she began to lose consciousness, a resounding truth clanged through her mind.
No fantasy could ever compare to this.
Chapter Seven
Bram awoke before Ry or Lacey. He used it to his full advantage, taking the opportunity to look his fill of the woman who’d consumed his thoughts and dreams for the past fifteen years.
Jesus, she was everything he’d ever wanted, wrapped up in a sweet, sexy package that made his heart sing and his cock stiff. Reaching down, he tamed his morning erection with a light squeeze. Unfortunately, touching his dick only brought to mind the mind-blowing pleasure of Lacey deep-throating him last night. He didn’t think he’d ever come so hard or long before in his life. Watching Ry fucking her, his cock drenched
from her pussy, had only made the experience a million times more amazing.
He’d always suspected it would be this way. If he were being honest with himself, it was probably a large part of the reason why he’d encouraged Ry with that one-time threesome all those years ago. In the back of his mind, he’d wanted it to be Lacey squirming and gasping and coming between them.
Last night only proved he’d been right to want it. The three of them were meant for this. Maybe Lacey didn’t fully see it, or Ry. But it was true. They fulfilled something in each other, brought a dynamic to the relationship that wouldn’t exist outside of the threesome. Yeah, he had no problem making love to Lacey without Ry in the room, but the fact his best friend was right there too…talk about unbelievably hot. He fucking loved getting to see Ry take control, directing everyone’s pleasure. It freed Bram to immerse himself in the moment, to let his inner sexual beast howl and fuck to his heart’s content.
His cock bobbed against his stomach, making it clear that it was in the mood for a little lovin’. His gaze raked Lacey’s smooth, creamy skin and settled on the patch of pale blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. He knew precisely how he wanted to wake her up. Salivating in anticipation, he scooted closer to the foot of the bed and slid his hand over her mound. She murmured in her sleep but didn’t immediately awaken. Using his thumb to ease back the tiny protective hood of her clit, he brushed the nub with a soft kiss before toggling it with feather-light licks. She wiggled, her sensitive tissues quickly becoming wetter and wetter with each persuasive lap of his tongue. He sensed the tension building in her body and glanced up to find her sleepy eyes locked on him. Hers weren’t the only ones.
Ry rolled onto his elbow, presumably to get a better look. Like Bram, his cock was definitely sporting some morning wood. “How does she taste?”
“Fucking awesome.”
Lacey shuddered, perhaps in response to the humming vibration of his words against her pussy. Ry cupped her breast, massaging it lightly before rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Does Bram’s mouth feel good on you, baby?”
She gave an exuberant nod, and Ry chuckled. “What do you like best? Having your clit licked or sucked?”
“B-both.” She gave a breathless murmur when Ry leaned down to kiss her. Bram could see their tongues gliding together. The fact that he was going down on Lacey at the same time only made the whole scene even more erotic. Lifting her hips a fraction, he sucked on her clit before sliding his tongue inside her. He drew on every ounce of oral skill he possessed while he ate her out, his excitement rising—along with his cock—with each broken gasp and moan that escaped Lacey. Suddenly her body tensed and her hips gave an involuntary jerk. Ry’s mouth cut off her keening cry while her clit beat beneath Bram’s tongue. He continued lapping at her until she slumped into the bedding. His cock was so hard and dripping enough precome that it’d left a wet spot on the comforter.
Ry—being the excellent wingman he was—snagged one of the condoms and tossed it to Bram. “Suit up.”
Hell, he didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and made short work of sheathing his cock. He started to position himself between Lacey’s legs, but Ry shook his head and pointed to the empty spot beside her. His brain giving way to the sexual beast panting inside him, Bram rolled onto his back and reached for Lacey. With Ry’s help, he eased her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He nudged into her slit, and she slowly sank onto him, her pussy hugging him in a warm, snug embrace.
Fuck. He had no idea how Ry managed to hold off from immediately blowing the second he thrust into Lacey last night. The guy must have restraint more powerful than fucking Kryptonite. Gritting his teeth, Bram flexed his fingers on Lacey’s thighs, trying to concentrate on anything other than the tiny aftershocks rippling through the wet, silky flesh surrounding him as Lacey started to come down from her earlier orgasm. The lure to give in to the fierce urge tightening his balls was irresistible, but he wanted to show that he had just as much control as Ry. Plus he wanted to make Lacey come again. Maybe if they kept her showered in orgasms, she’d be more willing to make this threesome a permanent aspect.
Ry moved behind Lacey, supporting her with one arm banded around her waist. He did something with his other hand that caused Lacey’s eyes to widen and lose their glassy, sensual haze. She swallowed. “Okay, I know I had anal on the list, but seven a.m. on a workday morning is a little too soon for that.”
A chuckle floated from Ry. “Relax, that’s not my intention.”
“Then why is your cock—” Lacey broke off on a shaky groan. “Oh God, that feels good.”
Bram had no idea what exactly Ry was doing but judging from the way Lacey shuddered and arched her back she was loving the hell out of it. Watching her reaction was enough to make Bram’s cock swell even more. A moment later, the head of Ry’s cock bumped into Bram’s ball sac. He jolted slightly at the contact. Shit. Well that explained what Ry had been up to—sliding his dick along the crack of Lacey’s ass.
“Sorry,” Ry offered with a wry grin. “That was an accident.”
Bram cleared his throat. “No problem. Just don’t let that thing slip and go in the wrong hole. I love you, man, but not that much.” He tuned out Ry’s laugh as Lacey gaped at him.
“Y-you can feel him…down there?” Another shiver coursed through her, and she closed her eyes on a soft moan.
“Does the idea of that turn you on?” Ry’s expression held one hundred degrees of wickedness as he nipped Lacey’s earlobe. “Dirty girl.”
She shifted her head to the side and met Ry’s lips. Bram watched them engage in a hot, open-mouthed kiss that hardened his cock until he thought it would explode. Unable to remain still a second longer, he pumped his hips, surging deeper inside her. She groaned into Ry’s mouth before looking down at Bram. “You feel…incredible.”
“So do you, Lace.” He offered her a strained smile. “In fact, I’m having a hard time not shooting too soon. No pun intended.”
“You need to come?” She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth and rocked on top of him in a way that made his eyes cross.
He quickly caught her around the waist, stalling her. “Not before you, darlin’.”
“I already did. It might take a while to get there again.”
Not if he had anything to say about it. He shot a look toward Ry and noticed the determined gleam in his best friend’s gaze. Good. They were of similar minds.
Ry pulled Lacey flush against his chest, and her resulting gasp hinted that her ass cheeks were pillowed around his dick. With both of his hands now freed, Ry cupped Lacey’s breasts, massaging them in rhythm to Bram’s thrusts. Her pussy clenched around Bram, a sign that she was drawing closer to the peak.
He trailed his palm down to where they were joined and ghosted his thumb over her clit. The slippery nubbin enticed him into tasting her once more, and he pulled his hand away just long enough to suck her essence from his finger. Lacey stared at him as if mesmerized, and he grinned at her. “Can you blame me? You’re too delicious to resist.”
Ry nuzzled her neck. “Baby, don’t let him hog all that honey. Give me some too.”
She seemed at a loss for what to do so Bram guided her fingers down to her clit. A pretty shade of pink bloomed across her face as she comprehended the meaning behind Ry’s request. Bram found it adorable that she could still blush after everything the three of them had done together.
Ry grasped her hand and lifted it to his lips. As he sucked her fingers into his mouth, a strong spasm trembled through Lacey and she cried out. Her pussy clamped hard around Bram’s cock, making his breath hiss between his teeth. He managed one pistoning stroke before his balls unloaded, jetting what felt like endless amounts of come into the condom. His eyes rolled back, his body shaking. The moan that tore from his throat sounded like it came from a different man—one who was having his life force sucked from him.
Hell, he probably was.
/> It felt like an eternity passed before he gathered enough strength to refocus on Lacey and Ry. From the look of it, she’d only just started to recover herself. Ry continued caressing her through the ebbing tide of her orgasm. When she slumped forward, Ry eased her off Bram and onto her back. Mindful of his full condom, Bram weakly swung his legs over the side of the mattress and staggered into the bathroom. After disposing of the condom, he splashed his face with cold water, the briskness of it snapping him back to his senses.
Holy fuck. He’d never experienced anything remotely like that before in his life. Every prior sexual encounter that didn’t include Lacey and Ry was suddenly insignificant. And it wasn’t merely about the sex. Though God knows, it was fucking incredible. Nothing could touch the love that he felt for those two people out there.
Maybe it wouldn’t make sense to most that he could love Ry like a brother and not be jealous about sharing Lacey with him. The dynamics of this relationship would certainly be frowned upon by the majority of folks he knew. Probably the only one who wouldn’t be freaked out by it was Jana. But then again, his little sis was likely into even more kink than he was, judging from the paraphernalia she carried in her shop. Not that he wanted to have his suspicions confirmed. Some things he was happier remaining in blissful ignorance of.
Running his damp fingers through his hair to tame it into submission, he strode back out into the bedroom. Ry was stretched between Lacey’s spread thighs, his tensed glutes flexing as he fucked her with a deceptively lazy rhythm. It might have been slow as molasses on a winter morning, but apparently it was getting to Lacey enough that her fingernails were digging into Ry’s flanks.
And truthfully, it was getting to Bram too. Despite his having just come his brains out, his cock thickened with renewed life. Stroking his growing erection, he stepped closer to the bed. If Ry was aware that he and Lacey had a captive audience, he didn’t let on, and instead just kept pumping away while his mouth played with her nipples. Lacey, on the other hand, caught Bram’s stare. She swallowed, her breath audibly hitching in her throat. He had the feeling she was as aroused by him watching her as he was.
