by Cara Adams
Magnus opened his room and held the door for Flynn, sliding his keycard into the slot that would activate the electricity in the room. “Let’s shower first,” he said.
Now that was a good idea. It’d relax Flynn and would let him touch her everywhere as he helped her wash herself.
Kiril stayed behind Flynn as the three of them moved into the bathroom. He watched as she silently opened her purse, took keys and a cell phone out of a pocket in the side of her skirt, and placed them in the purse. Then, quite deliberately, she undid a clasp at the back of her hair and took out a handful of pins from among the tresses, letting it drop to her shoulders in shining brown waves. Finally she removed her glasses, sliding them into a case inside her purse, and snapped the purse shut, leaving it sitting on the sink.
Very gently Kiril turned her to face him, holding her elbows. “I enjoyed watching you do that. Every movement you made was so neat and efficient. You are poetry in motion,” he said and kissed her lips gently. He didn’t dare demand anything of her, but she was soft and sweet and willing, kissing him back enthusiastically, so he licked along the seam of her mouth and she opened for him, welcoming his tongue inside. Her mouth was warm and she tasted sweet. He let his tongue explore all around the insides of her cheeks, behind her teeth, and across the roof of her mouth, before he tangled his tongue with hers, and then used it to fuck her mouth.
He would have liked to do a lot more to her than that but knew he had to share and it was Magnus’s turn now.
Kiril stepped back from Flynn and realized he must have kissed her for longer than it’d seemed because Magnus was completely nude. Fixing his gaze on the two of them he hurriedly started undressing, kicking his shoes into the corner of the room and pulling his shirt off over his head.
By the time he was naked Magnus had started to undress Flynn and he stepped nearer to them to help, but her skirt didn’t appear to have buttons or a zipper or anything to undo. He held the waistband of it and tugged gently, relieved when it slid over her hips and dropped into a puddle around her legs. She stepped out of her skirt and he stayed on his knees removing her shoes instead of letting her kick them off as he’d done with his own.
Her underwear was simple white cotton, but her curves were so delicious he hardly noticed. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples berry brown and standing up begging to be sucked and licked. Her cunt had a neatly trimmed covering of brown curls. Her hips were rounded as was her belly. She was absolutely delightful.
Magnus had turned the water on in the shower and Kiril stuck his hand under it to check it was warm. He nodded to Magnus who guided her into the shower, putting his own back to the tiles and settling her in front of him. Kiril stepped behind her, drawing the curtain along the length of the tub in the hopes the floor wouldn’t be completely flooded by the time they’d finished arousing Flynn. He was sure Magnus intended this to be the scene of her first orgasm.
“Now we wash you,” said Magnus.
“Only if I get to touch you both as well,” she replied.
“Hell yes,” said Kiril. His dick was already so stiff it was aching. He pressed against her back, resting it in the crack of her ass, letting her feel how very aroused he was since she couldn’t see him.
Flynn leaned back against him, rubbing her ass over his cock and her shoulders over his nipples. Damn that felt good.
Magnus took the little bottle of body wash and handed it to Kiril. Kiril wondered whether he was to use it on her ass. This first time seemed a bit soon to him, but he supposed he could touch her there and see what her reaction was. If it seemed to frighten her he could wash her legs and her back instead.
He squeezed some lotion onto his hands, placed the container on the side of the tub, and began massaging Flynn’s ass, gently rubbing the cheeks in a slow, soothing, circular motion. He glanced down and saw Magnus had widened her stance by inserting one of his legs between hers. They were kissing and Kiril remembered how very good it had been to kiss her. But now that Magnus had distracted her he needed to move his fingers lower, to touch her tiny puckered rosette and to see how she would react.
First he tipped a little more lotion on his hands, then he held one delicious round ass cheek to open up her entry while he stroked a finger around her anus. She neither flinched nor tried to stop him. Taking this as assent, he circled the ring of muscle with his finger, making sure the entry was coated with lotion, and then inserted just the tip of his finger inside her. Instantly she pushed back on him, forcing his finger deeper, and wiggled her ass, demanding he give her more.
It seemed as though she was totally onboard with this plan. He coated his fingers with lotion again and began massaging her entry, and the muscle ring, then the tissues inside the entry, opening her, stretching her, preparing her for a cock, either his or Magnus’s.
Magnus was on his knees now licking her cunt, and Flynn’s hands were on Magnus’s shoulders to balance herself. She’d widened her legs farther and was pushing back on his fingers as well as forward into Magnus’s face.
“It’s not enough. I need more. Oh!”
Her ass clenched around his fingers as she came, right on the heels of her request. Kiril wondered if Magnus had bitten her clit or something, because he hadn’t done anything extra. But whatever it was Magnus had done, it had obviously worked as she shook and rippled most enticingly, then sagged forward into Magnus’s arms.
Kiril leaned forward and turned the water off, then stepped out of the tub grabbing some towels. He wrapped one around Flynn and he and Magnus rubbed her dry, then he hastily scrubbed the worst of the water off himself with a second towel.
Kiril held Flynn while Magnus dried himself roughly, then carried her into the bedroom. Magnus pulled the quilt off the bed, then stepped across to his luggage and rummaged around inside it. Meanwhile Kiril tucked her against his chest, stroking her back and loving the rounded softness of her in his arms.
Magnus climbed onto the bed and drizzled lube into Flynn’s ass, then handed Kiril a condom before rolling one on himself. “Is this what you want, Flynn? Both of us? Because we both want you, but we won’t do this if it’s not what you want as well.”
“I do want this. I want you, both of you, so very much.” She lifted her head from Kiril’s chest and her eyes were shining with sincerity. Her lips were plump and pink from being kissed, and her nipples, pressing into his chest, were as hard as his cock. Kiril knew she was being genuine in what she said. Whether she had any idea what it’d be like with two men was something else again, but he trusted Magnus to guide them through the choreography.
Magnus lay flat on his back on the bed and touched Flynn’s shoulder. “Come and sit on my cock then, Flynn.”
Kiril watched as she climbed onto him moving almost silently and so gracefully it was hard to believe she was human, not shape-shifter. Every little action she made was neat, efficient, and she almost seemed to glide across the bed, whereas he was certain he’d have been lumbering like a bear.
Kiril had to force himself to close his mouth and breathe regularly as he watched Flynn hold Magnus’s cock to her pussy entry then absorb him into herself. She wiggled across Magnus’s hips until the other man’s dick was fully inside her and their bodies were pressed tightly together. Magnus wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her down on top of him and nodded to Kiril.
Kiril heaved a sigh of relief and crawled behind them, covering his sheathed cock with more lube before placing his head at Flynn’s back door. As gently as he could, reining in his desperate need to be inside her right now, he pressed his cock at her entry.
Chapter Three
Flynn rested her head on Magnus’s broad shoulder. The man was so big, so solid, so powerful, she felt completely encompassed by him, safe and secure in his arms. Which she knew in her brain was stupid as she hardly knew these men, but she couldn’t change the way they made her feel. Her mind and her heart were saying two totally different things to her right now, and she was going with her heart, even if
it got broken in the next few days. At least she would have had this one amazing night. Her very own ménage.
Flynn was still almost breathless at the speed of events. One moment she’d been working in the library, as she’d done for three years, and the next she was swept up by these two wonderful people, drawn into their orbit, and now into their arms. It didn’t matter how often she reminded herself they were only going to be in Stuttgart for a few days, a week at most, and then she’d never see them again. Her body wanted them. Her heart wanted them. She would have tonight to remember. Instead of masturbating to her latest erotic romance, she could do it in future to her memory of this moment, tucked firmly against Magnus’s broad chest, his strong arms holding her tightly and his huge cock stretching and filling her pussy.
Not to mention Kiril’s warm breath on her neck, his big hands touching her ass, and his cock about to penetrate her there. He was so much bigger than her battery-operated friend. She’d bought the toys after her romance with Raoul had ended. Raoul wanted to spend most nights in nightclubs in the city, doing what he termed “living the life.” But she’d found the music too loud, the alcohol too expensive, and the endless similarity of night after night in the same club boring. It wasn’t long after that he’d decided she was the one who was boring, and they’d split up.
Well, no one could term being with Kiril and Magnus boring. Every time they touched her every nerve ending lit up with a fiery demand for more. More of their kisses, more of their touches, more of what promised to be excellent sex.
Kiril was being very slow and gentle, inching his cock into her ass. She appreciated his considerate attitude. He had no way of knowing she got herself off regularly with two dildos and she liked that he was so cautious. Besides, from what she’d glimpsed of him in the shower, he was much bigger than her plastic companions.
She wiggled her ass, encouraging him to press deeper insider her. Suddenly she didn’t want to wait any longer. She needed both men to begin fucking her. This was her very first real-life ménage, and would quite possibly be her only experience of two men ever. She wanted—needed—them to begin moving.
Magnus tilted her head back and she gazed into his deep blue eyes as he pressed his lips against hers. Both these men were amazing kissers. They used lips, and tongues, and pressure to raise her need to a much higher level than ever before. In fact, she couldn’t remember anyone who’d made her feel as desperate for sex as these men did. It was as if simply by looking at her they aroused her. Well, they were mighty fine eye candy. And right now, at this very moment, they were hers, so she planned to make the most of this one night.
Flynn tightened her inner pussy muscles on Magnus’s cock then pushed back on Kiril’s cock, driving it the last few inches inside her ass until she could feel his balls pressing hard against her skin. With two men’s bodies plastered against hers she could hardly move, but inside she was full, stretched, completed by them both, and more than ready for them to begin fucking her.
“I’m ready,” she said.
“I guessed that, but we’re in control now. Leave the decisions to us and we’ll make sure you have a wonderful orgasm,” said Magnus.
She pressed her face into his chest, licking his nipples so he wouldn’t see the laughter in her eyes. Besides, she liked flicking her tongue over the tiny nubs. Already they were standing up like miniature cocks, so she sucked each one then licked a line from one to the other, admiring his solid muscles along the way.
And then finally, finally, the men began to fuck her, withdrawing together extremely slowly, and pressing in again, only to retreat. Flynn rested between their bodies concentrating on all the sensations. The cocks moving in and out of her so very gradually, the solid weight of male bodies surrounding her, the scent of bath lotion, lube, and sweat in the air, and the heat the three of them were generating with their fucking.
Kiril was tightly pressed to her spine, and her front was glued to Magnus so she could scarcely move, but Flynn wiggled her shoulders until her arms were free and she could stroke Magnus’s side and arms. She reached back to pet Kiril as well, and noticed their differences. Kiril was bigger than Magnus. A little taller, a little broader, with arms and thighs that were thicker. His cock felt bigger too but that might just be because her ass was less used to a cock in it than her cunt.
But Magnus had an aura of power. He was the more Dominant one of the two, which was interesting. She wondered if he was a Dom or just a more vibrant personality. It was amazing enough that she was having a ménage, without learning that she might be able to get a tiny taste of BDSM sex as well.
Flynn filed that thought away to think about later, and concentrated on reaching backward to stroke Kiril’s side and arm while enjoying every thrust inside her from two mighty fine cocks. They really were very, very good at this. Perhaps she was just one in a very long string of women they’d double fucked, but she didn’t care. She had them tonight. Right now they were hers. And the excellent orgasm they’d promised her was growing larger and larger deep inside her belly. And that didn’t even take account of the above-average climax she’d had in the shower just from Magnus’s mouth and Kiril’s fingers. Tonight really was her lucky night.
The two men were moving much faster now, slamming into her in perfect timing with each other, Magnus driving his cock over her G-spot on every stroke and Kiril so deep inside her he seemed to possess her entire body. Flynn lost the will to touch them anymore, grabbing hold of Magnus’s shoulders and simply hanging between their two hot bodies, as they pumped into her again and again.
Her mind had closed down to all thoughts, and her body was pure emotion now, unable to process anything other than the sheer pleasure the two men were giving her. Every nerve ending tingled with her approaching orgasm, from her toes to her head, and everywhere in between. Kiril lifted up off her back a fraction, raising her hips, changing the angle, and then both men jackhammered into her again, and she splintered into a million sparkling fragments of light, as fireworks exploded in her brain and behind her eyes.
Flynn’s body shook uncontrollably, her legs and arms seeming to have minds of their own as the orgasm powered through her body, rolling in waves like surf over the sand. Flynn sighed and let it take over, unable to think or speak at the incredible power of her reaction to these two men. Magnus held her face and possessed her mouth, driving his tongue into it as his cock pounded in her pussy. Just as she needed to take a breath, he released her and whispered, “You are ours, Flynn. Our woman tonight and forever.”
Theirs. That sounded pretty good to her. Although there was a problem, wasn’t there? Something about them not living here? She was too contented now to think. She’d think later.
* * * *
Magnus cleaned himself then brought back a warm damp towel to wipe their sweat off Flynn while Kiril disposed of his condom. He smoothed her hair off her face. She was sound asleep already, and looked so beautiful in his bed he never wanted her to leave it. Except, of course, they had to get her to work in the morning and he didn’t even know what time she started her shift. Also, he needed to talk to Kiril about the wolves and what they were going to say to Flynn about them. She’d liked them, he saw that, but how would she feel about shape-shifters? No. He couldn’t say anything like that. It was much too soon.
Hell, they shouldn’t have even fucked her yet like this. Whatever happened to slow and steady? Somehow the program he’d planned for them to follow had disappeared in a blink of lust and now they had to change up the action and ask her some deeply personal questions so they could be honest with her about what they were. He was absolutely convinced she was the right woman for them both, but the Alpha would not appreciate them telling her pack secrets on less than a week’s acquaintance. He was sure of that.
Gently he rolled her from her side to her front, so he could fill her ass with cooling gel. Again, she had to work tomorrow. Whatever had he been thinking to double fuck her so soon? He’d wanted her. She’d wanted them, and they’d
done it, but shit, his brain had been in his dick when he made that decision for sure. Not that he regretted fucking her. She’d been everything he ever wanted and more, but it was much too soon, and tomorrow she had to work, and he and Kiril were on a mission for their Alpha, and—Fucking hell, already he wanted her again. Touching her ass like this had his dick standing up as if he hadn’t just had a world-class orgasm.
Magnus forced himself to pull the sheet up over her wonderful body and go and wash his hands. Kiril joined him in the bathroom and pointed to the pile of wet towels on the floor. “I’ll take these to my room and get clean ones from there. She’ll need to shower before she goes to work.”
“Good thinking.”
Magnus watched Kiril dress and slip out of the room. His room was only two doors down the corridor so he was back very quickly. He undressed, then they both slid into bed to cuddle Flynn. Flynn Jensen. Their woman. Their future.
Magnus spooned against her body, fitting his larger form against her back, and laying his arm over her waist. But his dick was already a hard length pressed tight to her rounded buttocks, and he let his hand drift upward to cup one of her breasts. They were perfect. Full and round and when he sucked them in the shower they’d tasted as sweet as wine.
He teased his finger over her nipple, already a hard little point in his hands. Her nipples were brown and the areolas large and dark against her creamy skin. Lower down, her neat little crop of brown curls hid the most delicious cunt he’d ever tasted. He knew her clit would be hard too, hiding away down there. He stroked her smooth skin, until he reached her pussy, then gently touched her clit. Hell yes. It was hot and hard, just like his dick was.
