by Sadie May
I feel Dyce’s fingers tighten. He’d heard it too. Axle is too far ahead of us, he clearly didn’t hear.
Probably for the best. He’s already in enough trouble as it is for the way he beat him up. It’s amazing they’re letting him walk away as it is.
In a heartbeat, I know what’s going to happen. Sure enough, Dyce starts to turn and I catch a glimpse of his profile.
Holy shit, this man is terrifying. Not to me, obviously, but I find myself saying a prayer of thanks that he’s on my side.
I hope he’s always on my side.
I shove that thought to the side with impatience. This is definitely not the time for girly sentiment. Dyce and Axle can’t afford to get into trouble, not on my account. I’d hate myself if they got into serious legal trouble because they were sticking up for me.
That thought gives me the courage to spin around and face Clint. I narrow my eyes and straighten to my full height. He’s still on the floor so I’m able to look down my nose at him as I sneer. “I’d like to see you try.”
With that I spin around again and let Dyce walk me out. I see Axle slip into the back of the limo that’s waiting at the end of the street and Dyce helps me inside behind him. Next thing I know all three of us are nice and snug in the back of the limo.
Despite the fact that it’s long and roomy, the backseat feels suffocatingly small with the three of us.
Not necessarily in a bad way, but in a way that makes me lightheaded and hot. Holy hell, am I hot. This heat has nothing to do with the temperature in the car and everything to do with the way these men are watching me, their gazes full of concern and protectiveness.
Possessive. That’s what it is. They’re looking at me like I’m theirs to treasure and protect. Like I’m something precious to be cared for and caressed.
Like I’m someone to be adored.
This look… it would be heady and intoxicating coming from one sexy guy. But two?
I might pass out.
Don’t you dare faint! The voice sounds a bit like Jane. If you miss out on a hottie three-way because you faint I will kick your ass.
Yup, that was definitely Jane’s voice in my head, and the voice made an excellent point. I’d be damned if I miss out on this long-awaited tryst because of Clint… or anything else, for that matter.
Maybe they saw the change in me, because they move into action so quickly I don’t have time to say “thanks for what you did back there.” But I’m thinking it as Axle drops down on his knees in front of me and Dyce shifts closer so his arm is wrapped around my shoulders.
They are so close and they are looking at me, waiting.
“Sweetheart, if you’re not ready for this—” Axle starts.
“Fuck me.” Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush that makes the words I’ve been thinking tumble out of my mouth with zero eloquence.
But I don’t need to be eloquent with these guys. They like me no matter how much of a potty mouth I have or how slutty I might seem.
I don’t know how I know it, but I do. These guys like me just the way I am. And they know me, even though I can’t explain how. They just… do. Just like I feel like I know them. We may have only been sharing looks these past two years but right here and now, I know them and they know me.
And I have never felt more like myself than I do right in this moment.
Axle groans and Dyce squeezes me tight at my naughty demand.
“Anything you say, princess,” Axle says. His hands are beneath my skirt, shoving it up without any further ado. His hands are quick and efficient as he tugs aside my panties, pushes my thighs apart and presses his mouth to my pussy.
I cry out in shock and excitement, my head falling back as Dyce’s large hands rip apart my silk blouse so he can nuzzle my breasts, his big hands cupping and molding my tits gently but firmly, his lips already seeking out my nipples and sucking.
Holy shit. It’s too intense. My brain goes haywire as I try to focus on what’s going on. I struggle to pay attention to what they are both doing but there are too many sensations and in too many places.
Axles tongue is working miracles between my legs. I clutch his hair, holding him to me as I writhe beneath him, my hips arching rhythmically to meet his tongue and his lips as he eats me out like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
My other hand is gripping Dyce’s head, holding him tight so he never stops working my tits. He sucks hard on my nipples, knowing just how hard I like it without me having to say a word.
Between the two of them, I can’t keep track. The pleasure is too intense. And finally, for the first time in my life, my brain switches off.
I seriously think I can hear it happen, like someone flipped a switch. My mind shut off and all I can do is feel.
Oh holy fuck, how I feel. I’m writhing, moaning, panting.
I’m surrendering.
That’s what it feels like. I’m offering myself up to them, trusting them with my body as well as my heart. I’m giving them everything I have to give and I can only hope that they don’t hurt me.
No, that’s not quite right. I don’t just hope, I know. I know these men would never hurt me. Not intentionally, at least. But there is a chance I could get in too deep and my heart could be hurt whether they mean to or not.
I can’t think about that right now though. Why? Because I can’t think at all.
But then my brain has a stupid thought. I think about how they do this all the time, how there will be other women after me. It’s a stupid thought, one born out of low self-esteem and fears about a future I have to right to expect. For one fleeting heartbeat I know that while they may never intentionally hurt me, I could get hurt. Because just thinking about them moving on makes my chest tighten.
I tense up, but then my body takes over again and I manage to shove all thoughts and fears to the side. I am mindless again, reveling in the feeling of their possessive hands and mouths ravaging my body in the most delicious way possible.
I lose myself to it once more… until they stop. They pull back. At first I don’t know why. I actually whimper in response to them pulling away from me.
Don’t go!
But then I see their expressions, so wary and careful. I can see that they are so close to losing control, to handing over the reins to their bodies and their desires. They are so close, but they’re pausing. They’re stopping. They’re making sure one last time that I’m on board.
I drop my head back against the seat and stifle a groan. Oh my sweet, sexy, loveable men.
Such idiots sometimes.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Dyce asks. He and Axle share some sort of unspoken communication before he turns back to me. “If we’re moving too fast…”
They aren’t. They weren’t. But now… oh hell, now my brain is starting to work again and I am so very aware of what I’m doing. Of what happened just minutes before and what’s happening now.
This isn’t me. Is it? Am I making a mistake? What if I get hurt? Did I make the right decision? Dyce straightens on the bench seat beside me and he moves his hands up to cup my face. “You’re thinking too much, sweetheart.”
His gentle tenderness it makes my heart clench. I feel a light kiss on my inner thigh, soft and sweet. Axle shifts back to better see me. “He’s right. You’re overthinking this. But that’s all right, we love that brain of yours. Isn’t that right, Dyce?”
Dyce gives me a sexy lopsided grin in response.
Love. All I can hear is that one word. Love. We love that brain of yours. I know it’s stupid but the word knocks me sideways
I can feel them backing away from me, giving me the time and space they think I need.
No!
Something primal and instinctive came to life inside me, and it’s screaming bloody murder at their retreat. That wild woman is alive and kicking… and I like it.
“Don’t stop.” I surprise myself as much as them with my husky whisper. It hadn’t been me talking, it had been her. That p
art of myself I barely recognize. The part of me that had been relegated to slipping a hand under the blankets at night to ease the tension, the part of me that had spent months dreaming about doing something just like this but had never imagined it could actually come true.
But now it was here—the fantasy come to life.
After a moment of obvious shock, they quickly burst into action, their lips and their hands devouring me as I moan and writhe beneath their torturous touches. Axle gently nips at my thigh as Dyce pinches my nipples, kissing my neck and whispering deliciously sinful words in my ear.
Then Axle finally, finally touches my aching pussy again, his mouth clamping over my wet heat as his tongue licks and thrusts and drives me over the edge of sanity.
“What do you think, sweetheart?” Dyce whispers in my ear as his best friend fucks me with his tongue. “Do you think you can take us both tonight?”
I gasp for air, all logic long forgotten as Axle’s mouth and Dyce’s words speak directly to the primal part of me that has been craving this for longer than I can remember. Did I think I could fuck these two men tonight?
“It would be a dream come true.”
Chapter Nine
Axle
This is better than my wildest dreams. It’s better than any fantasy ever, and I have a wicked imagination.
Her pussy tastes like heaven. She’s so wet for us and she’s writhing on the backseat.
Yeah, we’re getting ready to fuck our dream girl in the back of a limo. Not exactly the night of romance we’d planned, but shit…nothing about tonight had gone as planned.
And now that she’s here, panting and ready, there’s no way I’m making her wait. None of us can wait. I know tonight wasn’t a life-threatening situation but the adrenaline was still pumping and I’ve never seen life clearer.
I’m pretty sure Dyce feels the same way. Charlotte might be too good for us, but there’s no way I’m letting her go without a fight. Not now that I have her in my arms.
We might not deserve her, we might never deserve her, but we love her. If there’s one thing we can do better than anyone it’s take care of her and treat her like a motherfucking princess.
If she gave us a chance at the real deal, we would devote our lives to her pleasure. No one would make her happiness a priority like we would. And somehow right now that gives me hope that maybe we can win her even if we don’t deserve her.
We need her, plain and simple.
Her hips are jerking in my hands and I have to hold her steady so I can bury my tongue in her pussy. When she comes, her juices run into my mouth and I know bliss. We’re all panting and Dyce and I are ready to give her time, but she’s not having it.
Holy shit, our girl is on fire. Unrestrained and wild, she’s the sexiest woman on the planet with her legs spread wide and her button down blouse torn open. I expect her to close her legs and maybe try to straighten her blouse.
I expect to see some embarrassment that we’ll ease her out of. We’ll kiss her and coddle her until and take her home where we can draw her a bath…
Yeah, no. She’s got other plans.
She fixes me with a determined glare that makes me so hard I can barely stand it. With her mussed up-do, she’s like some naughty librarian straight out of my porn collection as she points to my jeans. “Lose the pants.”
She turns to Dyce, whose looking at her with such adoration there’s no way she’s not aware of the effect she has on us.
There’s no way she doesn’t know how much we need her.
“You too,” she says, using one of her hands to tug at his fly to get this show moving along.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur with a grin, already shedding my jeans and my T-shirt along with it. Dyce is scrambling to keep up and the greedy look she’s giving us both is making it hard to move. My cock is so hard under her watchful stare, I’m a little afraid I’m going to cum right then and there.
“I want to see you both,” she says in that husky voice of hers, so sweet and so sexy. How could a man ever refuse? It would take stronger men than us, that’s all I know. Our cocks are standing at attention like we’re back in the military and she’s inspecting the barracks.
When she licks her lips, I can’t hold back a groan. But honest to God, she’s eyeing us like she’s dreaming up all the ways she can fuck us.
“I want to taste you,” she says. Her naughty librarian look is replaced by a look so innocent and pure my heart hurts.
Jesus, who is this miracle who is the most perfect blend of innocence, sweetness, and naughty slut?
It’s like she was made just to make all of my wet dreams come to life. I’m still gaping in shock as she slides onto her knees. I shift automatically so I’m sitting beside Dyce and our girl looks up from beneath her lashes with a hesitant but sexy-as-shit little grin. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m kind of new to this…”
Before we can say, “You don’t have to” she’s taking Dyce’s big cock into her mouth in one long suck. His head falls back with a groan. I can’t look away from the sexy sight of those pretty pink lips working him over, just dreaming about how it’ll feel when it’s my cock in that hot little mouth.
Sure enough she lets his cock slip out with a little popping noise and moves quickly to my lap. I moan in exquisite bliss as she slides her lips down over my length. She might be new to this, but she’s a motherfucking natural.
I slide my fingers into her hair and guide her up and down as her tongue works me over.
Jesus, I’m never going to survive this night if she doesn’t stop soon. Dyce seems to have the same thought. “This night is about you, sweetheart. We want to make you come in every way imaginable.”
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “I want that too, but I also want to learn. I want to learn how to make you both happy.”
“Oh baby girl, you already know,” I groan. “You just have to be you.”
Before she can protest further, I cut her off with a kiss that leaves her whimpering in my arms as we cradle her between us. I lose track of who is doing what—Dyce and I fall into a sort of unspoken agreement. I guess all that practice with other women had its uses because we know how to read the situation.
Dyce wants to taste her. I’ve been greedy with her pussy and now he wants his turn. Fair enough. I’ve been dying to get my hands on those tits for years, and that little tease I got when she accidentally flashed me in the parking garage only heightened that desire. We change places in a heartbeat, ignoring her protests that she wants to pleasure us.
There will be plenty of time for that… hopefully. But first thing’s first. Our girl needs a release. In general she’s wound up way too tight, and after having to deal with an asshole like that guy back at the restaurant?
She deserved to have her mind blown again and again.
“But you just—” She started to protest but Dyce cut her off. Here’s the beauty of me and Dyce, especially for women. We’re both good at what we do but we do it in very different ways. Like eating pussy, for example. I’m all slow build and languorous teasing, whereas Dyce’s moves are more brutish but just as effective.
He shoved his face between her thighs and goes to town on her pussy like he’s a starving man and she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet. He’s moaning and she’s making these amazing little whimpering noises as she bucks her hips. He’s thrusting fingers into her as he licks and sucks and I can’t help but watch as she rides his fingers and fucks his face.
Sweet Jesus, our girl is so fucking hot.
Her tits jiggle and bounce in my hands as I finally feel her curves that were clearly made for my hands. Her tits are seriously perfection and watching her lose control is almost as good as being the one who drives her over the edge.
Almost.
When she climaxes again, I see Dyce pull back with a smug satisfaction that I know well. I feel it too. Making her come is somehow better than having an orgasm of our own.
I know, I know. Sacrilege. But it’
s true. She’s so wild in our arms, her reaction so pure and genuine. It’s a fucking privilege to watch her lose control.
I kiss her neck and whisper to her how sexy she is as she comes back down to earth. I could watch her forever. She’s sitting there, her head leaning back, wearing that satisfied smile of a woman who’s just been had her pussy worshiped by two men who share a particular talent for that move.
She’s so unbelievably beautiful. And so perfect… maybe not perfect to everyone, but she’s perfect to us.
It’s hard not to get down about the fact that this is just temporary but I refuse to go there. Not tonight. Nothing is going to get in the way of our enjoyment tonight.
I see the moment her brain starts to function again and I wish there was something I could do to stop it. I supposed I could get to work on her next orgasm, but I can’t wait to be inside her and for us to take her right, we need more space than a backseat can offer, even if it a spacious backseat.
Sure enough, she blinks her eyes open and I see that telltale blush. “I was supposed to be giving you guys—”
“Uh uh,” I cut her off rudely, but really, I know where this is going and there’s no way I’m letting her feel guilty. We have all the time in the world for our pleasure, but tonight is all about her.
Dyce tosses me some clothes and we both start to throw some on as he sits beside her so she’s snuggled tight between us on the seat. He also steals the words right out of my mouth. “Tonight, all you have to do is let us worship that body of yours. Let us take care of you.”
I manage a nod. Her tits are still bare and her skirt is still up around her waist leaving her exposed and fucking delicious. Jesus, I’m still so turned on from her earlier interrupted blowjob it’s hard to get words out. But he’s right. “You’ve been through so much tonight, love. Let’s get you home and then we’ll have all night to make sure we’re all satisfied.”
