“We could try it in the morning.”
He grinned. “I appreciate your eager enthusiasm, but I don’t have any lube or gloves, and I really want you used to anal first.” He kissed her. “Because,” he said, his voice dropping, “we get you to that point, we’re going to fuck you hard and fast and make you scream our names while you beg for more.”
She whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”
“Why don’t we go freshen up and head to my bedroom?”
“Is he all right?”
“He needs time to adjust to the new normal. Usually on Fridays, if we don’t go to our parents’ for dinner, he comes home, eats, and that’s the last I see of him until Saturday morning. I’m actually surprised he came out of his room earlier.”
“I’m glad he did.”
Kirby grinned. “Based on the noises you were making, so am I, because you enjoyed that.”
“I did.”
He helped her up and a few minutes later, they were snuggling in his bed. He turned on the TV and set the timer for it to go off before cuddling her close. “Fair warning, he’s also not a cuddler the way I am. That’s just him and nothing personal.”
“That’s okay.” She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his heart beating in his chest. “Maybe this is even better, with both of you.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, I’m certainly not complaining about it, and he’s happy, and you get to handle snuggles after it’s over.”
“We are forty-one,” he said. “We’re not teenagers. So it doesn’t put my nose out of joint having him to tag in when I need a break.”
She’d never thought a relationship like this with one man, much less two of them, would ever be in her cards. The last thing she wanted to do was screw it up.
“Promise me something,” she said.
“Depends on what it is.”
“Don’t hold back with me. Talk to me. If there’s a problem, tell me sooner rather than later. I don’t want you managing me like that.”
His brow furrowed. “Where’s this coming from?”
“I’m…paranoid.” She snuggled in again. “I don’t want this to implode.”
“Neither do we, baby. Neither do we.”
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, she felt the mattress dip behind her a few minutes after she’d returned to bed following a trip to the bathroom.
“Morning, Davis,” Kirby sleepily muttered.
“Good morning,” he replied.
She didn’t move, waiting for Davis to decide how he wanted to be positioned. He lay behind her but not spooning her the way Kirby had. His hand came to rest on her hip, then she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
“Good morning, Davis,” she said.
“Good morning.” After a couple of minutes, she felt him relax, as if he’d gotten used to being so close. His hand slowly slid up her body until he cupped her breast and she felt his hard cock brush against her ass.
She tipped her head back to smile at him. “Somebody’s awake.”
“That makes one of us,” Kirby mumbled. “You won’t hurt my feelings if you start without me.”
They’d brought the condoms into the bedroom with them last night and left them on the bedside table. She sat up and went to reach for one when Davis pressed her down against the bed and settled between her legs again, his mouth latching on to her clit.
She didn’t know how many times he made her come, because after a while they started to blur together into one long, rolling orgasm. Kirby woke up enough to pin her wrists over her head and kiss her, muffling her cries as Davis tirelessly used his tongue on her pussy and clit. This time when Davis fucked her, he took her from behind, on their sides while Kirby lay next to her and licked her clit.
The deliciously helpless feeling she felt while between them was something she’d never known before.
And something she never wanted to stop.
She could imagine this might become highly addictive and felt herself sliding ever closer to the L word with them.
Once Davis came, he pulled out but didn’t leave the bed, reaching around her and fingering her while Kirby fucked her, face to face on their sides.
Nearly an hour later after they’d started, they were finally all sated again and she was feeling sore in a lot of very good ways.
Davis didn’t move. “I’ll go take a shower. I don’t have a preference where we eat breakfast.”
She tipped her head back for a kiss from him before he left the room.
“He means it,” Kirby said.
She looked, his blue gaze so different from Davis’. “What?”
“When he said he has no preference, he honestly doesn’t care. Frankly? For him to say that this morning is a big deal.”
“Will he be okay with me wanting some alone time with him every once in a while?”
“Yes, but I need to give you a Davis 101 crash course first.”
“Why?”
He lifted his head. Davis had closed his bedroom door, and they heard the shower start.
“Whatever you do, don’t ever tell him you love him unless he’s said it first.”
She felt her face heat a little. “Why not?”
“Because he’s got this admirable but irritating ethos that he doesn’t want to hurt someone. He’s had several friends with bennies relationships, but if they say they love him, he breaks up with them because he doesn’t want to hurt them.”
“Okay.”
“There’s…a lot. Stuff you haven’t run into before now.” He sat up. “Let’s grab our shower and then we can run you by your place for a change of clothes.” He stroked her cheek. “If you want to spend tonight, too, that’s okay.”
She smiled. “Is that an order, Sir?”
He grinned. “Would you like it to be?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kissed her. “Then consider it one.” He stood and helped her up, then sent her through the door first, startling her with a light bare-handed swat against her ass.
She glanced back at him, giggling. “Is Sir getting spanky?”
“Maybe. Let’s get our asses in the shower and see.”
* * * *
They stopped by her place and she not only changed but grabbed some extra clothes, just in case. They went out to breakfast at a place she’d been to a few times near her apartment and Davis sat next to her in the booth as he studied his menu.
Across from her, Kirby winked and reached down to stroke her leg, where she’d propped her foot on the seat next to him.
“Is there anything you can recommend?” Davis asked.
“I’ve had a few things here and everything was good. Pancakes, the omelets—never had a bad meal here.”
Davis nodded.
She had a thought. “Davis, could we go out to dinner alone on Tuesday? Mondays are usually crazy for me, but I’d like to take you out to dinner.”
He looked up from his menu and stared at her.
Well, at her forehead.
“Why?”
“Because she and I will probably have more alone time than you will with her,” Kirby interjected. “Just say yes.”
She and Kirby had discussed this during their shower. He’d agreed it would be better for her to have a solo date with Davis sooner rather than later, for both their sakes. If Davis was going to back out, it would be better if it happened now instead of after she’d become emotionally invested in him more than she already had.
She knew regardless she wanted to be with Kirby. If Davis was a permanent part of the deal, even better.
Meanwhile, Kirby would give her a crash course in dealing with him alone.
“Okay,” Davis said. “Yes. Thank you. But I’ll pay. Will you be choosing the restaurant?”
“Yes, if that’s okay with you?”
“Yes, that’s fine.” He returned his attention to the menu.
From across the table, Kirby squeezed her ankle before giving her a thumbs up.
> * * * *
The plan was to go to dinner at Sigalo’s later, then the club, where the guys might actually play with her. Mel had texted Kim that she couldn’t talk right then, but that she’d be coming with Kirby and Davis.
Kim had responded with an emoji of a thumbs-up and a smiley face.
Meanwhile, they returned to the house and practiced their rope tying, which ended up with her tied while Kirby and then Davis ate her out, making her lose count of how many times they’d made her come.
She’d wanted to reciprocate, but the men wanted to wait until later.
At dinner that night, Kim got her alone in the restaurant’s bathroom and asked her.
“Fess up.”
“Well, we did it.”
“All three of you?”
Mel nodded.
Kim grinned and held up her hand for a high-five from her. “Atta girl. That’s the way to work it.”
“I mean, Kirby and I are definitely an item and working our way through some sort of a D/s dynamic. Davis and I are still feeling our way around. We’re going to go out alone on Tuesday and I plan to talk with him some more then.”
Kim’s smile faded. “What if he decides he doesn’t want to do stuff?”
“Then he doesn’t. It won’t change how I feel about Kirby.”
“Take your time and do a lot of talking. From the way I see Davis look at you, I think he’s really into you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. He hangs on your every word.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Kim frowned. “You didn’t notice that?”
“Not really, no. He’s not comfortable making eye contact.”
“Oh, I mean no matter who you’re talking to. He’s usually paying attention to you and watching you. It’s adorable.”
That was something for her to talk to Kirby about later.
* * * *
Mason and Cole had helpfully offered to loan Davis and Kirby a few implements for them to try out tonight. Davis wasn’t sure how much of that kind of play they’d do because he knew Mel wasn’t a masochist. But she was willing to try it and see.
Once they were checked in, they picked a bench over on the far side of the club and quickly got her tied down to it. Mason talked Davis and Kirby through locating her bones, joints, showed them where not to hit, what kinds of implements were safe to use where, and other information the men needed. Once he finished, he stepped back to supervise their scene after Kirby made him promise to interrupt them if he saw them about to do something wrong that might harm her.
For her part, Mel seemed happy, her eyes closed and apparently enjoying feeling the men’s hands on her. They started out with Kirby kneeling at her head so he could talk to her while Davis stood at her ass. This was something he wanted to do, to experience. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to tolerate doing it, but after reading the books, he knew he should at least try.
He wanted to try.
For her.
Something about this lifestyle resonated with him, the way people communicated without a lot of confusion. Directly, to the point.
He liked the structure a Dom could set up for his submissive, the rules, the focus.
He wouldn’t know if this part, being an actual Top for impact play, would be something he could do long-term, but he’d never know unless he tried.
The fact that he wanted to try for Mel loomed large in his mind. That someone in his life outside his immediate family had settled in so completely and comfortably.
And he knew if he wasn’t able to do it, that he could explain it to Mel later and she would understand.
It all started with trying, though.
He rested his left hand on her lower back and stroked her ass cheeks with his right before he started out with light swats.
Kirby gave him the signal to keep going and increase the strength of his impacts, until he made a fist, their hold steady signal.
He alternated back and forth, side to side, giving her time to process between them and occasionally sliding his fingers between her legs to play with her clit. She was wet, too, and as he slicked his fingers in her juices and over her clit she tried to arch her back to maintain the contact even though she was securely tied to the bench.
I need to get her a collar and cuffs.
Once that idea had hit his brain, he knew he had to make it happen. It was…perfect. The thought soothed him, imagining her in their cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Their collar.
When they switched places, Davis knelt by her head and slid his fingers into her mouth for her to suck clean. She softly moaned and he could imagine how good her tongue was going to feel on his cock once he let her do that.
He left his fingers in her mouth and rested his cheek against hers, his mouth near her ear. “Keep sucking like a good girl,” he softly said as Kirby nervously lined up to spank her.
She moaned around his fingers, increasing her efforts. He reached over with his other hand and started tweaking her nipples, which made her moan even louder.
“We won’t make you come yet, you know,” he said. “We’re going to make you wait until we get home and have you beg for it.”
She whimpered, mumbling, “Yes, Sir,” around his fingers. He wasn’t even sure she felt the swats Kirby was administering to her.
Abandoning her nipples, he signaled for Kirby to step it up. “Gently bite down on my fingers when he gets to the point where you’re on the edge of safewording.”
Davis continued signaling to Kirby while he kept talking to her. “When you finally do get to suck my cock, I’m going to enjoy fucking your mouth with it while Kirby fucks that sweet pussy of yours.”
No, he hadn’t been the best at pillow talk, but those books he’d devoured and was now on a second reading of each had helped.
And it seemed to be having the desired effect. She was moaning even as she sucked and licked at his fingers. In response, his cock ached in his jeans.
When she gently used her teeth on his fingers, Davis signaled that to Kirby and then kissed her cheek. “Such a good girl.”
After Kirby took a break, they switched to a very light acrylic paddle. Both men had tried the implements they were using against their own arms so they had an idea what it felt like. Davis took his turn first, then switched with Kirby. He again let her suck his fingers, fucking her mouth with them to show her what he was going to do to her in real life very soon.
He loved making her moan. It wasn’t faked, it was real, authentic, unafraid. She trusted them.
She had allowed them to tie her up and use her body.
He wouldn’t betray that trust, and he damn sure wanted to keep doing this with her. “And when we get our own implements, imagine me fucking your mouth at home while Kirby spanks your sweet ass. Would you like that?”
She mumbled a mmm-hmm around his fingers.
“I want to tie you up on your back with your legs spread wide open, redden your ass and thighs while we use a vibrator on you, and then fuck you while you’re still all hot and red.”
He realized Kirby was playing with her clit when she let out a deep moan and practically swallowed his whole hand.
“Don’t you dare come, sweetheart,” Davis warned. “You come right now, and I’ll tie you up and tease you all night and not let you come again.”
She whimpered, but apparently that had the desired effect.
* * * *
If this wasn’t subspace, Mel didn’t know what the hell was. It felt like she was floating, the pleasure and slight pain balancing each other out and making them both so much better, like salted caramel. By the time the men finished with her, she was horny and feeling like she had the world’s best beer buzz on without having drunk anything.
The men cleaned the bench up and wrapped her in a blanket before taking her over to one of the couches. Davis eased her over onto Kirby while he held her feet in his lap.
“How was that?” Kirby asked.
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“I think she liked it,” Kirby said to Davis.
“I’m not sure. I nearly had my hand down her throat. I think we’ll be in trouble when she can suck our cocks.”
She burst out laughing and opened her eyes to look at Davis.
He wore a smile.
Yeah. This. Whatever she had to do to keep this happening, she would.
They headed back to the men’s place early, Mel so horny she could barely see straight. When they got inside the house, she started kissing Davis, but Kirby swatted her ass. “Go get in my bed, sweetheart. Be naked when we get there.”
They’d also stopped for lube, condoms, and some gloves during their travels that morning, and extra batteries for her vibrator, which had also been brought to the party.
When the men joined her, she was waiting for them, naked, on her back.
The men stripped and joined her, Kirby sliding a towel under her. Kirby kissed her and played with her nipples while she felt Davis between her legs. Davis spread her wide open, his mouth closing on her clit as she felt his gloved and lubed finger touch her virgin ass.
Yeah, she’d done a lot of things, but not that.
She must have jumped or made a noise, because Kirby lifted his mouth from hers and chuckled. “Oh, yeah. We aren’t fucking you there tonight, but we are going to start getting you used to that. We’ll have to get you a couple of butt plugs to work you up to it.”
It was uncomfortable, a tight, burning pinch as Davis’ finger stretched her and started fucking her, but he immediately sucked on her clit, offsetting the sensation until all she could do was rock her hips against him and fuck his hand.
When he withdrew his hand and started trying to insert two fingers, the discomfort returned. He went slowly, still distracting her and even sliding two fingers into her pussy, too.
Again, before long, she was moaning and fully into it, wishing they’d make.
Her.
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