Three of Hearts

by Azod, Shara

  “But we will show you what we have in store for you. What we can give you, what being with us would mean. All day, all night, until we get to Paris,” Kaito continued. “By the time you step off this plane, there will be no doubts in your mind how badly we want you, need you. If you can’t handle that, honey, you better say something now. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

  Mikki nodded like her head was being manipulated by a puppeteer. She couldn’t speak, her knees were knocking, and butterflies were wreaking havoc on her stomach, but she had never wanted anything more in her life. This was it, her chance, and she was going to take it.

  “Do you want this, Mikki?” Joaquin asked her, gently grasping her chin and turning her to face him. “Be sure, honey, because once we start, I don’t think I will be able to stop, and I know Kaito won’t.”

  She nodded vigorously, never so sure of anything before in her life.

  “Say it, Michayla,” Kaito demanded, moving in closer to rub against her back. “Tell Joaquin you want this. Tell me.”

  “I want this,” she obeyed immediately. “Please.”

  *****

  Kaito wanted to howl at the moon at the soft little “please.” It wasn’t pleading; it wasn’t the least bit subservient. Michayla was a strong, passionate woman. She was far from the obedient little sub some men longed for. She could never be that kind of woman, and he wouldn’t want her to be.

  It was just the way she said it, asking them to show her. His cock was so hard he half expected it to burst through his pants. Sure, he had felt a chemical reaction with her, but Michayla was so headstrong, he hadn’t been as sure as Joaquin she would go for any of this without serious seduction. He had the next week all planned for just that reason.

  Unbeknownst to her, she wouldn’t be staying at the hotel with the rest of the executives. He and Joaquin had bought newly renovated estate just outside the city.

  It was a sprawling three story stone building with an unreal master suite and plenty of room for a veritable tribe of children. Kaito not only wanted his own, and of course, Joaquin’s, but he also wanted to adopt older children one day.

  He knew Michayla would make a great mother and an even better role model for any child. It would ultimately be up to her, but he couldn’t help but dream, especially now. Just thinking of the possibility of Michayla round with child almost had Kaito coming on himself.

  He had to step back and watch as Joaquin undressed her completely, revealing inch by delectable inch of dark, flawless mocha skin. To his credit, Joaquin managed to do it with deliberate slowness without stopping to take a little taste.

  Kaito wouldn’t have been able to do it, which was why he couldn’t join them yet. He watched the tiny shiver race through Michayla as her jeans were slowly unzipped and pulled down her legs. Kaito couldn’t suppress a moan at the matching emerald colored bra and thong set she wore underneath. The cups of the bra threatened to spill their prize, but managed to cling to its lush treasure much to his chagrin.

  “Lay back on the bed, chica,” Joaquin instructed gently.

  Kaito wanted to hit his lifelong friend in the mouth, but he understood the method to his madness. Seeing Michayla clad in bra and panties made him want to cry, Joaquin was trying to prolong this as long as possible. Plus, they were both still fully clothed.

  Wasting no time, Kaito stripped as quickly as possible, throwing his clothes to the side as he went. He was kneeling on the bed when he stopped. Michayla watch them both with wide, unblinking eyes. She looked like the perfect dichotomy of virgin and wanton. Had there ever been a sweeter sight?

  Suddenly the enormity of what was about to happen crashed over him. This was what he and Joaquin had been waiting for. The final piece to make their lives complete.

  This was not about sex; this was about proving to Michayla how much they wanted and needed her. It was beyond the physical, they wanted to bond with her on a deeper level. Taking a cleansing breath, he moved toward her slowly, conscious of Joaquin closing in on the opposite side of her. They couldn’t rush this no matter how badly he might want to.

  Stopping at her feet, he lifted the limb to take a dainty toe in his mouth. Joaquin swallowed her gasp in a deep kiss as Kaito lavished adulation on each digit.

  Only after he had suckled each one, did he move on to bestow equal attention to each ankle, moving up to kiss and message each calf, to the back of each knee where he paused to tease.

  By the time he got to her upper thighs, she was squirming and moaning into Joaquin’s mouth. Kaito rubbed his cheeks against the silky smooth softness of her thighs, inhaling deeply to take in her scent. His mouth watered as his eyes inevitably turned to his main target. He couldn’t wait anymore; he had to taste her.

  *****

  Joaquin wasn’t in heaven quite yet, but he was damned close to it. Mikki’s lips were soft, full and inviting. He could kiss her forever, and he fully intended on doing just that. He knew instinctively where Kaito was kissing and caressing her from the intensity of her gasps, sighs and moans. When she moaned deep and long, he knew Kaito had reached the motherland. He lifted his head to watch Kaito place tiny, soft bites against her still panty clad crotch. Mikki was trying to arch her lower body upward, but Kaito held her hips firmly in place.

  “Please,” Mikki pleaded. “Stop playing around!”

  “Don’t you like the way we play, Mikki?” Joaquin whispered roughly.

  “Yes…No…I need…Oh, sweet Lord!” her voice trailed off as Kaito pressed his lips firmly against her cloth covered clit.

  “What, baby? What do you need?” Joaquin insisted.

  She didn’t answer, but then he didn’t really expect her to. The point was to inflame her, not get answers to rhetorical questions. He watched avidly as Kaito slowly drew her underwear down her legs.

  Maybe because it belonged to the woman he had grown to love so deeply, he didn’t know, but he audibly gasped as the most beautiful pussy he had ever had the privilege to behold came into view. It was perfectly trimmed with the barest strip of hair running down the middle. Her vaginal lips were bare, slightly puffy, and more than a little slick with evidence of her need.

  “Oh chica, you have a beautiful pussy,” he breathed.

  Kaito sent him a pointed look, reminding him he was falling a bit behind in his end of things. With a simple flick at the clasp nestled in her impressive cleavage, he set her magnificent breasts free, causing Kaito to groan aloud much as he had just done.

  “And the most glorious set of breasts I have ever seen.” Kaito was breathing heavily, his eyes glued to her chest even as his hands dipped into her moist core.

  Kaito’s growing excitement never failed to increase Joaquin’s own mounting desire, but with Mikki, it was twice as heady to watch his friend staring in reverent awe at her copious mounds while driving her crazy with one hand, and stroking himself with the other. Joaquin leaned over to lavish attention on each generous globe. He kneaded, kissed, suckled, and licked until each nipple stood straight up, rock hard and begging for more.

  Mikki thrashed her head back and forth, as her hips rose and fell in time with Kaito’s questing fingers. It didn’t take long before all the moans coming from her crested into keening cries as she came, her body shaking from her release.

  “That was beautiful, baby,” Joaquin murmured approvingly, and it was. There was just something about a woman in the moment of her release that was just as gratifying to man as it was to the woman. It was breathtaking. He wanted to see her do it again and again. A thousand times wouldn’t even begin to satisfy him.

  “Now, let see how soon you can do that again.”

  *****

  Mikki was saturated with sensations from the top of her head to the tip of her feet. One man heaped attention on her breasts, making her so hot she was sure her body must have been engulfed in flames, while the other alternated between stroking his fingers so deep inside her he hit her sweet spot with every single thrust and rubbing her engorged clit wit
h ruthless intensity. Even when she came, they didn’t let up. She was sure she would die from pleasure overload, yet she was strangely bereft, wanting and needing something much more.

  Finally, Kaito lowered his head between her thighs to place expert attention where she needed it most. He didn’t play around, nibbling and probing as some might do. Oh, no. Kaito went to town, sucking hard on his clit before he actually smacked it with his tongue, sending shocks of electricity right up her spine.

  Then Joaquin bit down on her nipple, sending her right over the edge all over again. If she didn’t get filled soon, she was going to have to kill somebody!

  “On your knees, sweetheart,” Kaito commanded her, finally surfacing from between her legs.

  Mikki’s sat up to comply, her breast slipping from Joaquin’s mouth with a loud “pop” and nearly had a heart attack. Kaito didn’t have a penis hanging down between his legs; the man had a weapon. A weapon that had been encased in a condom and now stood all ready to ram her gates open.

  Where the hell he had been hiding that thing all these years she would never know. She swung around to plead with Joaquin to save her when she saw what he was packing, and it was every bit as large as his buddy. She was in serious trouble.

  “Don’t be scared, Mikki,” Joaquin soothed, somehow positioning her on her knees on the bed. Caressing her cheek he gave her a wicked little smile that had goose bumps breaking out all over her body. “We’ll be gentle, I’ll help you.”

  But then he disappeared from sight. She supposed she could have said something, but the truth was, no matter how scared she may have been by the size of either man, she wanted this. She wanted this so bad she was literally dripping with need.

  Instead of trying to stop Kaito, or even voicing her concerns, she took a deep breath and tried to prepare herself as best she could. The last thing she expected was to feel a hot tongue stroking her sensitized clit, then the thick, broad head of what she suspected was Kaito’s cock pressing inside her with slow, steady pressure.

  How was she supposed to survive this? It was damn near too much. Never in her life had she felt so many sensations at once. To her surprise, other than the unbelievable fullness and slight stretching of her vaginal walls there was very little pain.

  “Oh my…Oh my…”she repeated over and over again like prayer.

  Then Kaito began moving, back in forth with leisure like he had all the time in the world. Each in surge stroked her g-spot perfectly, which combined with the nonstop assault on her clit by the oh-so talented tongue. She was panting, moving her hips back to meet Kaito’s forward thrusts. The sweet tinge of pain from the sheer size of Kaito only seemed add to her ultimate pleasure. Is this what it would be like? Why had they waited so long?

  “Fuck, Mikki, you feel so damn good squeezing my cock! Look at you, right where you belong,” Kaito groaned, increasing his pace and her pleasure.

  It must have been just as earth shattering to Kaito as it was to her because he never, ever called her Mikki. She was always Michayla to him despite her constant pleas to the contrary.

  “Come for me, baby,” Kaito continued, pounding her without mercy. It was good; Mikki fell forward on her elbows, opening herself wider to his onslaught. “Come all over my cock.”

  That was all it took. Mikki shattered.

  “Turn over, sweetheart,” Joaquin instructed, emerging from in between her legs, licking his lips. “We are far from finished.”

  Chapter Four

  Joaquin had to admit, Kaito’s strategy of seducing Mikki had been a good one. They had been in Paris for four days, and he could feel the breaking down of the walls Mikki had built around herself. They had overwhelmed her with attention since they moment they stepped off the plane, but there had not been a repeat performance of the seventeen glorious hours in the air when they had rarely left the sleeping cabin.

  To be honest, the self-imposed celibacy was killing him. He saw the hunger in her eyes whenever she looked at him or Kaito, but they wanted more than hunger. They wanted her to acknowledge the love that was there right beneath the surface, all she had to do was let go of her natural hesitation.

  Right now, Mikki was with Kaito shopping on the Champs-Élysées . Not one of Kaito’s favorite things to do, but it was important to show her just how much they wanted her out of bed as well as in it.

  Joaquin had endured hours at the Louvre the previous day. Museums were definitely not his favorite thing to do, but with Mikki’s quirky sense of humor and natural exuberance made it fun for the both of them. They both took her to dinner every night, and even out to a club once there neither man left her side all night.

  The nonstop attention was working so far. She hadn’t even demurred when they finally told her about the estate, and their plans to make this home eventually.

  Still, his mind couldn’t help but wander back to the time on the airplane. She was so wonderfully responsive, so fabulously tight. He could practically feel her right now. He wanted her with every breath he took and he knew his feelings were echoed by Kaito. It would physically hurt if she were to turn her back on what they could have now. He wasn’t so sure he would survive.

  They had done everything they could think of to make her decide to stay with them. They had put more effort into this full court press than they had building their company.

  In all honesty, to Joaquin this was far more important than the company had ever been. He knew without a doubt that Kaito felt the same. J & K had been a vehicle to their dreams; Mikki was the culmination of those dreams. She was the future they wanted. All she had to do was say yes.

  “Tomorrow night we’ll know,” he muttered, opening the tiny jeweler’s box in his hand.

  Five karats sparkled back at him, catching the light of the massive fireplace he currently sat beside. Hopefully by Valentine’s night, it would be gracing the finger of the future Mrs. Perez-Yoshida.

  *****

  Kaito watched Michayla practically dance from rack to rack of clothing that lined the walls of whatever boutique they were currently in with a small smile. She had no less than three of the shops sales women at her beck and call.

  The car that awaited them outside had a trunk full of clothes, shoes, perfumes and bags. Not all the bags were for her either. She had been buying clothing for both himself and Joaquin from about the second year they had known her. She claimed it was because neither one of them had much sense of style.

  While it was true that they both kind of dressed like juvenile delinquents, despite being thirty-five, but neither man considered themselves completely without style. He still had to admit, they looked damn good once Michayla was done with them.

  She was completely in her element now, choosing items that accentuated her delectable little body. With her hourglass figure, it would have been all too easy to get clothes that were either too tight or that drowned her. She didn’t make either mistake. He would love to see her in everything she bought. But most of all, he decided he liked her best wearing nothing at all.

  Try as he might, he couldn’t get his one and only time seeing her as she was created out of his mind. He went to sleep dreaming about her, he woke rock hard wanting her. He had never jacked off so much as he had during the last four days. He was beginning to suspect that making love in the plane on the way over had backfired, driving him and Joaquin crazy wanting her.

  But then she turned toward him and smiled. The same aching need that was reflected in her eyes was like a physical punch to the gut.

  One more night without her, then never again. His arms were just too empty without her.

  It was the day before Valentine’s Day. Tomorrow was D-Day as far as he was concerned. She had to say yes. She just had to.

  *****

  Mikki stood in front of the full-length mirror. The spaghetti strapped red dress she wore was fitted to her every curve. Stopping just above the knee, it was just short enough without being hootchie.

  She decided to wear her hair up tonight, just to be c
ontrary. Kaito loved her hair down. If she was honest with herself, she would have to admit she loved it when he took her hair down combing his fingers through it with maybe a slight tug or two. But she didn’t feel like being honest. She was petrified.

  They had given her until tonight to choose whether or not she wanted to be with them in a real relationship. As much as she wanted to be with them, did she have the courage to really do it?

  Granted, living here in France would a great deal easier than it would in the States. Still, living in a ménage à trios was not what she ever planned on. Not until she met Joaquin and Kaito anyway. It was one thing to dream about it, it was another to make it a reality. What was she going to do?

  “Are you ready?” Joaquin asked poking his head in the guest bedroom she was currently occupying.