by Desiree Holt
“That’s right, baby,” Zed murmured against her ear. “Mmmm, you’ve done real good.”
He wiggled his fingers as her pussy finished pulsing. As he removed his hand, he spread the cream down to her anus and slid a finger into her tight hole.
“Oh, God. That feels good,” she moaned as Zed widened her with a second finger.
The invasion in her back hole felt taboo and heightened her pleasure.
“Adam, slouch down on the couch with your feet on the floor,” Zed said. “I think our woman is ready for the both of us.”
Mia looked at Adam’s beautiful body sprawled out before her. “Wait. I’m not ready for the grande finale yet.” She knelt on the floor between his legs.
His cock lay rigid against his belly. She held him in her hand and licked up the length of his shaft. He tasted of salty sweat and traces of his last ejaculation. She wrapped her mouth over the head and sucked him as far into her mouth as she could. But he was too big for her to get very far. She wrapped a hand around his base and stroked in combination with her sucking. Her pussy clenched at the sensual moans she drew from him.
“God, Mia. You look so beautiful with your mouth around Adam’s cock,” Zed said as he sat on the couch stroking his hand over his own stiff cock.
Adam lifted his fingers and stroked Zed’s hip, sending a ripple of pleasure up Zed’s spine. Zed turned to look at him.
“Come to me,” Adam said. “I want to taste your cock in my mouth.”
Zed drew in a sharp breath and thought his head would explode as he looked into Adam’s blue eyes and saw the heat there. This blond god had not only given Zed his ass, but now he wanted to suck Zed’s cock. This had to be a fantasy, and he was going to be sorry to wake up alone in his own bed in the morning.
But in the meantime, he was going to enjoy every minute.
He leant towards Adam. “Give me another one of your kisses first.”
“My pleasure,” Adam said.
Zed grabbed Adam’s head and sank into his lips, spreading them with his tongue to dive deep into his hot, wet mouth. On Adam’s skin, Zed caught the faint floral scent of Mia along with Adam’s earthy smell. His two lovers’ scents mixed together sent Zed’s pulse pounding in his temples.
He nipped on Adam’s bottom lip until Adam growled and thrust his tongue deep into Zed’s mouth. Rather than struggle for control, Zed sucked hard on Adam. When he released his hold, Adam retreated, and Zed tickled the roof of Adam’s mouth with his own tongue.
Adam broke the kiss with a gasp and said, “Now your cock.”
Zed threw a leg over Adam’s chest. Kneeling on the couch in front of Adam’s face, he said, “I bet you’ll look as gorgeous as Mia when you suck my cock.”
Adam grinned and lifted his head to draw Zed into his mouth.
Zed used his hands on the back of the couch to hold himself above the beautiful blond man. He gave a small thrust into Adam’s mouth. When Adam took him eagerly, Zed thrust a little deeper.
At Adam’s muffled, “More,” Zed lost control and plunged deeply. When Adam gagged on his length, Zed tried to withdraw, but his new lover clutched his ass and held him in deep.
“Oh, God,” he groaned. No one had ever managed to swallow his whole length before.
His balls drew up tight against his body as Adam’s tongue swirled along the underside of Zed’s cock. His hips jerked as he tried to thrust in and out of Adam’s mouth.
Adam released his grip enough to allow Zed some movement.
Zed groaned and drove in and out as Adam’s hot mouth surrounded his cock with suction. He clutched at the back edge of the couch and closed his eyes as his head fell back.
Adam’s fingers tickled across Zed’s asshole, and his orgasm boiled up from his balls.
Hot streams of come spurted from his cock into Adam’s sucking mouth. He grunted as the final shudder passed through him, and Adam licked the last drop from the tip of his cock.
When Zed attempted to move to sit back on the couch, Adam grabbed him about the waist with strong arms. As Zed watched from above him, Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head and his body tensed as Mia’s mouth drove Adam to his climax.
Zed had never seen a man more stunning than Adam in the throes of an orgasm.
“Hey, I thought it was supposed to be my turn next.” Mia pouted on the floor between Adam’s legs. On the couch in front of her, Zed and Adam lay spent in each other’s arms.
Zed lifted his head to look at her. “You said you weren’t ready for the grande finale yet.”
“Yeah, but now I am. And my timing sucks, because now I’m going to have to wait until you guys recover.”
“I can think of something to make the time go faster,” Zed said. “Come up here and lie next to Adam on the couch.
Zed’s commanding voice melted Mia’s insides. She wondered if he’d spank her if she misbehaved. After everything they’d shared so far, she was ready to trust him to play the dominant to her submissive.
Now if she could think of some way to get him to take their play to that level.
“Mia, what are you waiting for? Come here,” Zed said.
She ran her tongue along her top lip and decided to go for the direct approach. “If I refuse, are you going to spank me?”
Zed’s eyes widened a moment before he narrowed his gaze on her lips. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”
She shrugged. “A little.”
He nodded. “Then come up here, and I’ll teach you more.”
“I’m thirsty. I think I need a glass of water.” She stood and turned to walk to the bathroom. Before she could take a step, Zed’s arm wrapped around her waist, and she was pulled off her feet.
Ha! It worked. Mia grinned into the faces of her two lovers as they hovered above her on the couch.
“Oh, you’re a bad girl,” Zed said.
“Can I help with her punishment?” Adam asked.
“Hey,” Mia said to him. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”
Adam cocked an eyebrow. “Who said?”
“I made you,” she said.
“I think the statute of limitations has ended on that one,” Zed said. “He’s a free man now.”
Adam grinned. “I agree.”
“Really? That was fast,” she huffed.
“Mia, lie on your belly across Adam’s lap,” Zed said.
When Mia remained motionless, Zed snapped, “Now!” And wet heat gathered between her legs.
She draped herself over Adam’s shapely legs and steadied herself with her hands on the floor. When she wiggled to get comfortable, her clit rubbed against Adam’s hard thigh.
She wiggled again, and a moan escaped.
“Stay still, Mia,” Zed said. “I know what you’re trying to do. You haven’t been given permission to come.”
Mia’s hair falling down over her face hid her grin from Zed, but it didn’t last long because Zed’s first smack on her ass stung like a bitch. “Ouch!” she yelped and tried to lift her head.
Adam’s hand on her neck kept her in place. “He said to stay still, Mia,” Adam said.
“I can’t believe you’re helping him. You’re supposed to be my muse,” she said.
“He isn’t anymore,” Zed said with another slap on her burning ass.
“Damn! Not so hard, Zed,” she yelled.
“Who did you think was going to be the master, here? You have a lot to learn,” Zed said, smacking her with as much force as the first two.
“Shit! That hurts,” she yelled, yet she couldn’t deny the pain was building the tension in her body towards a climax.
“Is this really what she wants?” Adam asked.
“Yes, don’t you smell her arousal?” Zed said.
Mia felt Adam’s hand stroke her back while Zed landed another slap on her ass. The pleasure and pain twisted together inside her as she revelled in being the centre of attention of her two lovers. Zed’s next smack sent her to the edge of her orgasm.
“Oh, Z
ed. I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Not yet. I haven’t given you permission,” he said. “You will receive one more spank without coming, to fulfil your punishment for disobeying me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed out.
She sucked in another breath as his hand landed on her enflamed ass, but she held back her release.
“Very good, Mia,” Zed said, rubbing his hand over her tender skin.
At his words of praise, Mia felt a new flood of wet heat.
“My gods, Mia. You are drenching my leg,” Adam said.
Mia’s face heated. “Sorry.”
“No, I am not asking for an apology. You have made me hard for you again,” Adam said. “And it looks as if Zed is ready for you, too.”
As Mia hung over Adam’s legs, she felt one of her lover’s fingers delve into her pussy and spread her cream into her anus. The first finger was joined by a second as her hole was stretched again.
“Oh, yes,” she said.
“I believe we’re ready for the grande finale,” Zed said. “Adam, lie back and help Mia onto your chest.”
Strong arms lifted Mia and positioned her face-to-face with Adam. She grinned at him, and he grinned back.
“Okay, baby. Straddle Adam and slide him home,” Zed said, as he ripped open the condom wrapper from the floor and covered himself.
Mia drew her knees up over Adam’s hips and lowered herself over his thick cock. The fit was still tight, but felt so good as she inched down, giving herself time to relax and accommodate his girth.
When she was fully seated, she placed her hands on his shoulders. He held her waist firmly with his hands and rocked his hips.
“Yeeeesss,” she hissed.
Sliding his hands up her back, Adam pulled her down to him so her breasts hung over his mouth. “Oh, yes,” he agreed, before sucking on a nipple.
“Ooohh.” A moan escaped from deep in her throat as she felt Zed’s cock try to enter her tense back entrance.
Zed leant over her with his hands on either side of Adam’s head on the back of the couch. “Push against me, baby,” he coaxed.
She was too tight. She didn’t think it was going to work. Then he slipped past her ring of muscles, and she shrieked at the sudden intrusion.
She dropped her forehead against Adam’s, her breath coming hard and fast.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded as she tried to slow her breathing. “Just. Need. A. Moment,” she gasped.
The men held her still between them as she adjusted to the feel of both their penises inside her. She felt so full and complete, held between the two bodies of her lovers. She wanted to hold onto this feeling forever, except her body began to throb for more stimulation.
She experimented with a slight rocking of her hips. Her moan of pleasure mixed with Zed’s groan.
“I think our lady is ready for action,” he said.
“You are in the position to set the pace, Zed,” Adam said.
Mia clung to Adam’s shoulders as Zed pounded her from the back. The thrusts provided enough momentum to give Adam space to drive his hips up into her. The men found a matching rhythm, and Mia thought she would splinter into a million pieces with the pleasure pain tearing through her body.
When she didn’t think she could take anymore stimulation, Adam nipped her left nipple with his teeth. She smashed into her orgasm with a scream.
The screams continued to erupt from her as Zed jerked to his climax. Adam followed shortly after with several violent drives into her pussy, ramming into her sweet spot and forcing another orgasm to crash through her.
When their shudders subsided, they tumbled onto the couch, lying on their sides, limbs twisted together as they caught their breaths. When the men slipped out of her, Mia would have wept at the emptiness if she hadn’t had their hot bodies pressed up against her front and back.
“Between A and Z,” she murmured. “M is in the middle. Right where I belong.” Then she drifted to sleep in the arms of her fantasy-come-to-life, happily-ever-after men.
About the Author
Suzanne Graham has always been an avid reader and diary writer. After inheriting boxes of romance books from her aunt, she decided to try putting her own stories on paper. Suzanne met her husband, a fellow American, as an exchange student at the University of Warwick in England. They are proud parents of three boys. In her spare time, you can usually find Suzanne on the living room couch reading romances.
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Also by Suzanne Graham
Gifts of Desire: The Birthday Present
Gifts of Desire: The Christmas Present
Gifts of Desire: The Anniversary Present
LUST DAZED
Charlotte Stein
Dedication
To my editor, Christine, for being more wonderful than I ever imagined an editor could be.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Starman: Columbia Pictures Corporation
Mentos: Perfetti Van Melle Benelux BV Corporation
Chapter One
Ellie Morgan could hear them through the bedroom door—all their excited boysy chatter as they tumbled into the apartment, on birthday highs. She could imagine exactly what they looked like, half-cut and dressed in their stupid idea of best. Evan in his too-tight striped jersey with the one frayed cuff, and those jeans that made him look like he had drainpipe legs. Jimmy in his tan suede coat that smelt weird. Both of them flushed, because of the drink they could never take.
Once, the pair of them had goaded each other into tequila slammers, then spent the night hung over her toilet. Crying for her to bring them damp cloths and hold their hair back.
Like a pair of girls. A weird, hairy, massive pair of girls, who had then needed blankets and chicken soup and lots of sappy movies—followed by gory movies to prove their continuing manliness.
They were very manly, both of them. Which is why they were most definitely going to love a big swirly birthday cake, with lots of animal candles that were about to melt into funny shapes. Manliness practically demanded surprise birthday cakes from a friend who had claimed she couldn’t make it.
Especially when manliness also practically cried, on hearing that said friend couldn’t make birthday fun. She was starting to think they relied on her a little too much—but for what, it was hard to say. Loads of games of Mario Kart? Many, many insane ideas for features to go in the magazine they all worked for? Chicken soup and silence, on the sappy movie issue?
All seemed possible. And yet she still cringed inside her skin for a brief moment, while thinking of the probably silly cake and whether or not they really, truly would appreciate her being here. The candle flames flickered in the absolutely masculine depths of Evan’s dim bedroom, and it just seemed…very intrusive. On the whole boys-y thing they had going on, beyond the closed door.
They were probably going to wrestle, and shoot guns into the ceiling, and other things they did when she wasn’t around.
Such as watching dirty movies.
Like, right now. While she stood in Evan’s bedroom, possibly only inches away. She almost let the suddenly far too heavy cake slide right off its board, when Evan said as loud as a gong bashing against her head—
“No— no. Not another porno, seriously.”
And she knew it was Evan, too—because his voice so rarely stretched above anything but that oddly soothing monotone. It got more pronounced, too, during arguments and embarrassing happenings—as though tough things to say dragged against him.
Jimmy, on the other hand…
“Come on—you’re going to love this one.”
Bright as a bean. Always enthusiastic. Sometimes sh
e felt as though he was the one forever dragging those tough things through Evan’s body.
Not to mention all the stuff he was currently dragging through hers. It dragged until her mind popped up with— they really are going to shoot guns into the ceiling!
Only, you know. Metaphorically speaking.
Lord, she didn’t want to stick around for metaphorical. Jimmy would be okay with it, but Evan hadn’t even liked it when she accidentally planted her face in his groin due to an unfortunate combination of slipping sofa cushions and tangled Nintendo wires.
He had gone around for the entire week afterwards, with an invisible force field around himself. Face flaming at the strangest moments, as though the memory of it kept prodding him through the barrier.
Evan was weird about touching. She couldn’t imagine how weird he’d be about porn eavesdropping. It amazed her that he’d used the words “not another”—as though he and Jimmy had watched one together, before.
Of course, she knew that men did that. Though it occurred to her that a large contingent of them were probably gay. Or at least, searching their feelings—which she’d sort of suspected before, what with all the lack of girlfriends and the hanging out with a girl platonically stuff. Plus there was the whole crying at the movie Starman thing—though that didn’t really seem to signify gay as much as wet.
But either way, the need to burst out of the bedroom before anything more was inadvertently said to a third party had grown great. There was only a certain window in which she could reasonably pretend she hadn’t heard anything. This was definitely that window. Why, at this point she could just throw open the door and hold the cake aloft, and nothing would ever be said about any of this ever—
“Check it out. Who does that remind you of?”
Seriously. One foot had been in front of another. She had almost gotten to balancing the cake on one hand, in order to reach for the door handle. Before they went and pulled her back in, the gits.
