by Edith DuBois
“Please, Thomas…” She choked on the words that would send him away, unable to push them through her lips.
He bent his head toward hers, and with slow abandon she lifted her lips to his. Her hands crawled over his broad chest, pushing against the hard, flat muscles. She ran her fingers over the dents and rounds of his shoulder and then gripped the thick muscles of his arms tight. All the while, she held her mouth against his and tasted him. Their tongues pushed against each other. He wanted in her mouth, but she wanted in his. She pushed against him. She put her body into it. His arms squeezed around her in response, moving his hands to her ass and pulling her tight against him. Their tongues twirled around each other, and then he dove inside her. She couldn’t resist him. She opened her mouth and let him rove the inside of her mouth. He pulled slightly away, and she followed. He closed around her bottom lip and sucked. Michelle spread her hands flat against his back, feeling the pleasure all the way to her fingertips.
“It’s like you’ve come alive, and your whole body shivers when I hold you,” he said. “Like I’m holding the wild sea in my very arms.” Without loosening his grip, he spun them both around and fell backward onto her bed so that Michelle lay on top of him. Her body was fire and need.
The feel of his thick, hard cock poking into the space between the softness of her thighs filled her with a sense of womanly power. She rolled her hips slowly against him, reveling in the hot, burning glow of desire in the pit of her stomach. He groaned at her motion, and she smiled, enjoying the headiness of her power.
He rolled them over together until he was on top of her and began fighting with the drawstring to her shorts. His fingers against her stomach sent shivers through her body and a trickle of liquid warmth dripping from her pussy. It had been so long since she’d had a man. Her cunt was eager for him. “These damn pajamas,” he muttered.
Michelle grasped his hand, holding him still. “Wait.”
“What?” he growled, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them on either side of her head. His face was close to hers, and with his black eyes, the dim light from a small lamp next to her bed created huge, gaping shadows across his features. He appeared demonic as his gaze burned down into her.
“I’m scared. I haven’t…not in a long time.”
His scowl softened and eased until he looked down at her with a strange tenderness, disconcerting in its intensity. No man had ever looked so deeply into her.
“I could…I could do something for you if you…to ease you…your…” She sounded like an idiot, but he continued to stare so fully into her that the words spilled out before she could form coherent thoughts. She wanted him. She wanted to help him. She felt bad for arousing him, but she wasn’t ready. She just wasn’t.
As she continued to sputter, his face hardened again.
“Damn it, Michelle, you’re not going to suck my cock because you feel guilty.”
She snapped her mouth shut. Hot, painful, embarrassing emotion burned at the back of her throat. She concentrated on a spot to the right and above Thomas’s face. With Marina’s cruel words so fresh on her mind, his stark refusal of her offer cut more deeply than it should have.
And he saw so clearly into her thoughts. It frightened her. His presence, the feel of his hard length, her reaction to his kiss—it all frightened her. “Please,” she whispered, still not looking at him. “I need…please. I can’t. This isn’t good for me.”
He didn’t release her wrists. Instead, he moved his mouth down to the ticklish skin at the back of her jawline below her ear. His lips brushed against her, featherlight. “Thomas.” She breathed sharply through her nostrils.
“Don’t say that,” he whispered. “Never think this isn’t good for you. And never think I’m not good for you.” Slowly, his lips trailed across her skin. “Your skin beneath my lips, that is good.” He brushed kisses upon her neck and down the slender hollow of her throat and to the little round dip between her collarbones and down her sternum. “My hands on your flesh, that is good.” His slid the heel of his palms down her arms, his thumbs dragging along her skin, blazing a hot trail from wrist to crook of elbow. He held her arms hard against the mattress, and he wriggled his face down, burrowing under her shirt to kiss and lick up her belly, pushing the fabric up as he went. A small breeze from the ceiling fan tickled the tiny hairs of her stomach.
“Your breasts against my face, that is good.” He attacked one of her nipples, taking the little bud between his lips. He sucked and nibbled until her nipple was hard and aching, until she arched against his mouth. Then he moved to the other one, drawing up her pleasure afresh, pulling it up to the surface from some deep, hidden place within her.
Then he moved back to the first nipple. It had grown cool from his saliva and the breeze of the fan. He breathed his hot breath over it. She whimpered, the torture of his warm breath upon her nipple causing her to wriggle beneath him. He did it again on her other nipple.
Her pussy throbbed with insistence now, demanding some release from his gentle torture. She squeezed his ribs tight between her legs, trying to ease some tension from her body by physical exertion. He responded, moving fast, moving until his hips were nestled between hers. “Our bodies, one against another. My cock here.” He pushed against her. “Your hot, wet cunt waiting for me, that is good.” He released her arms, but Michelle no longer wanted escape. He leaned his weight on one elbow and cupped her face with his free hand. After pressing a firm kiss to her tingling lips, he pulled back again, looking at her. “Now tell me this isn’t right.”
She shook her head, unwilling to let those words pass her lips.
“Good. Now tell me what you want.”
The room was completely silent apart from their breathing. “You.”
His mouth fell hard against hers. She could feel their teeth grating, and it awoke something animal in her. Arching up with her hips, she moved her hands down to her drawstring. After she had the shorts untied, Thomas yanked them off. Then he yanked her panties off. She pulled off his shirt and delighted in the feel of his bare flesh beneath her hands. Soon her top was gone. Thomas sat up, and with a grin, he moved off her. Grabbing the tops of her thighs, he tugged her to the end of the bed, causing half the bedcovers to come with her.
“Thomas,” she gasped. “What?” Her ass was at the edge of the bed, and to answer her question, he gripped her knees and jerked her legs wide open. “Oh!” she squealed but then clamped her mouth shut, embarrassed.
She moved her hands to cover herself, but Thomas’s voice stopped her. “Don’t even think about it.” The warning in his voice sent hot thrills shooting up and through her body. “I want to look at you.” He knelt down reverently in front of her, placing the bottoms of her thighs against his chest and shoulders. “This is a beautiful pussy.” She doubted that, but she let him look, not seeing any help for it. She was exposed, vulnerable, and completely out of control.
She liked it.
The thought shocked her so much that she physically jerked.
“What is it?” Thomas asked, concern apparent. He had been stroking lazy circles across the skin of her thighs, but at her jerk, he stopped, gripping her legs.
She looked at him, long and hard. His thick brows creased slightly above his black eyes as they scanned her face. His lips were parted, a small smile still playing across them from his reverent perlustration of her pussy.
“Nothing,” she said, a smile unfurling. “I like when you look at me.” She spread her legs farther apart for him. “And when you see me.”
His eyes grew hungry as he lowered his head to her cunt. He kissed the lips of her pussy soft and gentle. “So beautiful,” he murmured against her wet folds. His tongue darted out and licked at her. “Oh god,” he whispered. He shoved his shoulders against her and buried his face deep.
Michelle let herself fall into the dizziness his tongue conjured and swirled inside her body. Her stomach muscles clenched with each lave of his tongue, each suck of her clit. The tip of
his tongue tickled against her nub, teasing and light one second and then hard and fast the next. He put his lips to her hole, and she could feel his hot breath inside her. She arched, pleasure tearing through her body, and her legs shook with need. He pushed a finger into her while his mouth worked her clit.
She clenched against him, rolling against his finger as it rubbed across that delicate patch of nerves just inside her channel. “More,” she whispered.
He slipped another finger into her pussy. He swirled them around, and his teeth nibbled against her. Stroking in and out, he matched the rhythm of his fingers with the clenching of her inner muscles. “That’s right,” he said, his lips brushing across her flesh. “We’ll follow each other. Let your cunt grip me just like that, and I’ll take you far away.”
His words pounded against her ears. Her skin was flushed, hot, and rippling. Small whimpers fluttered into life at the back of her throat with each stroke of his fingers, and she felt the white-hot bud of orgasm revolving deep in her pussy. With each stroke it grew wider and stronger, its radius moving farther through her body until every nerve ending she possessed buzzed with the promise of it. “You’re there, Michelle. Let me have your pleasure. Surrender it to me.”
“Oh god, Thomas.” His fingers pushed deep inside her, dragging hard against her inner walls as he moved in and out, fast and urgent. The barely contained orb of pleasure exploded, expanding and throbbing through millions of nerves. She gasped, arching up against his hand, her fingers digging hard into the sheets and mattress somewhere beneath her flying body.
After a long moment, her feet fell to the floor, her legs limp. Thomas rested his chin on her stomach, and when she could open her eyes, she found him grinning happily up at her. She ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his forehead. “Come here.” She patted the bed beside her.
With an almost boyish delight, he scrambled up the bed to her as she wiggled back. Something about the way he snuggled so fully into her with his contented “Mmm” reminded her of Franklin and the eager happiness he’d exhibited when she’d agreed to have dinner with him. She contemplated her predicament for a moment, wondering if she should say something, but she’d always been one for honesty, even when difficult.
“Thomas, I have to tell you something. And it might…well, it might cause a little tension.”
“What is it?” Her cheek rested against his chest, and his deep voice rumbled against the bones of her face, tickling the end of her nose.
“I had planned to eat dinner with Franklin earlier this evening, and I canceled it to…” She didn’t feel like going into that now, not when pleasure still coursed so luxuriantly through her veins. She would keep Marina out of this. She was determined. “Anyway, not that I plan on shouting from the rooftops about us…about this, I mean…but he is your brother, and I thought you might want to know, in case he does find out about this.” Her cheeks felt like fire, but at least she’d gotten that off her chest.
Thomas shook beside her. “What?” She pulled back from him to look up into his laughing face. “How is this funny? At all?” she added more firmly when his laughter continued. “Thomas, why on earth are you laughing? Do you understand what I’m saying? It was a date. I had a date with your brother.”
“You’re right,” he finally said. “It’s not funny.” He began laughing again, and Michelle moved, trying to pull away from him, thinking his behavior annoyingly absurd. “All right, all right, calm down.” His arms held her tight.
“I am perfectly calm.” Despite the terseness in her voice, she snuggled into him again, unable to deny herself such a delectable, comfortable warmth.
“I’m laughing because there’s something you don’t know about us.”
“Us? You mean you and your brothers?”
“Yes, me and my brothers. The thing you need to know is that we…” He didn’t finish his sentence for a long while. His fingers ran through her hair, and his other hand sketched lazy patterns across her glowing skin.
“Uh-huh?” she asked, a warm lethargy settling in her limbs. With Thomas’s strong arms around her, she felt herself drifting quickly into sleep.
“Well, we like to share.”
“That’s good, very polite.”
“Women, that is.”
“Women…share…” Something moved in her mind, and she couldn’t quite fall into the mindless abyss of slumber. An idea, or a word, something kept her. “Women?” she said. “Share women?”
She shot up like a box spring, wide awake and with her mind buzzing.
He chuckled, reaching out a hand to smooth her hair. “You look like an offended she-badger.”
“You share women?” She swatted his hand away, glaring.
He watched her warily for a long moment, probably trying to decide if she was going to leap out of the bed, rush down the stairs, and run away from him screaming because that was exactly what she felt like doing. “You share women?” She had to ask again. She couldn’t believe he’d said those words.
He nodded.
Thinking her eyes might possibly bulge completely out of their sockets, she forced herself to blink a couple times. Then she made herself take a few deep breaths. “Why, may I ask?”
“There are a lot of reasons, but mostly it’s how I grew up—how we grew up—and we’ve always known that it would be one woman between the three of us.”
“So your mom has…?”
He nodded. “Two husbands, and I have two fathers.”
“How…” She shook her head, unable to comprehend such a thing as one woman with two men, much less three. “How does anyone even begin to make that work? What about jealousy? Or just…the energy it would take…And what do you tell people? I mean, do you tell people? What about children? How would you know? Do you know who your…” She stopped herself. Realizing that might be a touchy subject, she studied his face, but he was smiling.
“Where are your parents? Do they live here?”
“Let’s see. It’s September, so that means they are in…” He frowned, thinking. “Germany! They’ll be there until the end of Oktoberfest.”
“Sounds fun,” she said in a flat tone.
“They’ve been in Europe for almost six years now.”
She studied for him, hearing an odd note. “You’re jealous?”
He smiled at her, but his smile looked a little sad. “Won’t you come back into my arms? I’ll tell you anything you want to know, but I like the way you feel when I hold you.”
She thought about refusing but liked being held in his arms too much to do so. After she had cuddled against him again, he said, “It’s a complex thing, like any relationship, but it can also be very rewarding. Yet it’s not something that can be easily explained.”
“Try.”
“Well, let’s see…”
“What’s the worst part about it?” she prompted.
“I can’t say that there’s anything inherently bad about it. If everyone in the relationship wants to be in a ménage, then there’s nothing to make it better or worse. But for someone that’s never been in a ménage, like you”—he playfully tickled the ends of her curly hair over her nipples—“then naturally, concerns will arise. For instance, it may be difficult at first to acclimate yourself to the idea that you have three men at your beck and call.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.”
His chest shook beneath her cheek. “Considering you felt guilty for making my dick hard, I think you may find it a little overwhelming when confronted with three hard dicks.”
“Oh.” She tried to envision herself with all three brothers, and holy shit, the image her mind conjured had her pussy tingling again, but then she tried to imagine how she would actually accommodate each of them. She would take Thomas’s cock in her mouth as Elias fucked her in the front and maybe she also held Franklin’s length in her fingers, but even just envisioning that scenario had her mind spinning. She couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be to actually live it.
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“Okay, that would take some getting used to, but what else?” She was trying to be objective about the whole thing. It was never her gut response to shoot something down because she had never experienced it, or in this case, even thought about experiencing it. She’d traveled to many strange places, touring with Marina. Her sister always dragged her along to interesting sights in the cities they visited, and she’d seen many fantastical things over the past five years that she wouldn’t have imagined existed in this world—miles of catacombs filled with bones beneath the teeming streets of Paris, a taxidermied two-headed crocodile in Georgia’s state capitol building, the great stone giants buried up to their necks and looking toward the sky on Easter Island. She’d seen stranger things than one woman with three men, but still, the idea was so foreign in her mind.
She had to let it soak for a while.
“Another thing to think about,” Thomas said, drawing her mind back to the present, “is trust.”
“How so?”
“It’s like any relationship between people that care for one another. We have to trust you.”
She bristled. “You think I’m not trustworthy?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. We have to trust you, and you have to trust us…all three of us.”
Michelle thought of her own parents, divorced only two years after Marina was born. Her dad left with another woman. Typical enough story, but then again, it was already hard enough for one man to stay with a woman. How could she keep three men with her?
“Michelle.” Something pleasant curled up tight in her stomach when he said her name so deep like that. “Don’t ever feel like you have to push my brothers away because of what you and I have between us. With us—with you and me and my brothers—we want you, and we want you to want us, all three of us. We know how this sort of relationship works, which means we also know how amazing it can be. All it takes is trust.”
“Easier said than done.”
