Canvas (The Program Book 1)

by N. M. Catalano

Snake’s fingers on my sex move more deliberately, more demandingly. Our breathing gets heavier, our tongues hungrier. Snake’s hand lands on Rocks bare skin at his side just below my back. Rock growls.

  I love that sound.

  “On the fucking bed. Now,” Rock grits out roughly.

  Snake pulls away, both his mouth and his hands. I whimper from the loss and the ache it leaves. Rock sets me down on the bed, Snake follows and pulls me to him, my back to his front. Rock hovers at the side of the bed, fists his erection, and says, “Grab his cock, princess,” his hand slides up and down his length, squeezing it at the base.

  I do. I shift to my side and I take Snake’s thickness in my greedy hand and mimic what Rock’s doing to himself.

  Rock watches us intently, his eyes fixed on my hand wrapped around Snake’s hardness, his jaw tightly clenched, his nostrils flaring with every breath he takes.

  “Touch her, open her fucking legs wide, spread those sweet pussy lips, and finger her.” His words are hungry, his eyes fierce, as his hand moves over his shaft.

  Snake does. He folds my leg over his and opens me up, holding me like that. I watch Rock watching us, and I feel Snake’s eyes on what he’s doing to me, watching his finger penetrate me. He knows Rock’s feeling what he’s doing to me, every thrust, my wetness and heat, the soft velvety skin. Everything.

  “Does it feel good, princess? Do you like what he’s doing to you?” I nod slowly as I pull my lower lip between my teeth. A slow heated grin spreads across Rock’s perfect face. “Do you like me watching?” he asks quietly, his hand never stopping.

  Mine doesn’t either. Neither does Snake’s.

  I nod again.

  I do. I love it so much. All of it. The feel of Snake’s hands, how Rock is watching us, what it’s doing to him. I love it all.

  Rock moves to the nightstand. He’s getting the lube. My walls clench around Snake’s finger.

  “Give me your hand, princess,” he directs me as he withdraws the tube.

  I hold out my palm and he squirts some on it, then he puts some on one of his own hands. I return my hand to Snake’s cock and cover it entirely with the clear gel. My breath catches from the tremor of anticipation that runs through me.

  Rock climbs on the bed with us over me, one of his knees between my open legs, as his hand joins Snake’s between my thighs. He rubs the lube on my tight back entrance, then presses his finger inside the puckered circle.

  “Snake’s cock in your ass, princess,” he lowers his face to mine, licking my lips. My tongue reaches out to touch his. “Mine in this sweet, sweet pussy.”

  Snakes leans in, his tongue joins ours. Both of them lick me, stroke me, caress me. Then we’re all tangling together, our tongues lashing and entwining, mine with Rock’s, Snake’s with mine, Rock and Snake’s, twisting and curling. We’re all panting, our breaths mingling, their fingers thrusting harder, faster, deeper, inside of me. Our mouths close over each other’s, all three of us, turning it into an erotic three-way French kiss. It’s long, it’s passionate, it’s so natural.

  It’s beautiful.

  Rock’s darkness and Snake’s lightness, these two powerful men, kissing me, kissing each other.

  We’ve shifted somehow into a position where I could take Snake’s hand in mine. I take hold of Rock’s length with Snake’s big hand.

  “Fuck,” Rock growls, it comes out long and drawn out, as his hips thrust into our touch.

  We begin to stroke him, slowly at first, then our pace speeds up as Rock’s hips move more urgently.

  I don’t know if they’ve touched each other before. Right now, that doesn’t matter. Neither of them flinched or pulled away. This is not me and Snake, it’s not me and Rock. It’s the three of us. Together. We’re making love, it might be filthy, it might be considered wrong by some. But this is right. For us. For all of us. It’s a trifecta of loving lust. Because we do love each other, I know Snake loves Rock. I know Rock loves Snake, each in their own way. I am madly in love with Rock, and I love Snake too. Differently, but I do.

  “Fuck,” Rock rumbles again.

  I let go.

  Snake does not.

  I look down.

  The sight of Snake’s big hand wrapped around Rock’s perfect, magical pierced dick is beyond beautiful.

  Snake squeezes him.

  “Goddamn it,” Rock grits out as he grabs Snake’s short hair. Then he kisses me as his hips jerk into Snake’s hold.

  “That’s it, fuck my hand, and punish her with it,” Snake rumbles darkly.

  “Fuck you,” Rock grits out against my lips, his hips pounding into Snake’s tight hold. Then he turns his head, his hand still holding his hair, and slams his mouth on Snake’s, their mouths open, their kiss fierce, as their tongues duel for control.

  Rock slides his other arm around my waist and pulls me on top of him as he rolls over, Snake following, his hand never letting go of Rock’s shaft.

  “Inside her. Now,” Rock commands.

  I’m straddling Rock’s hips. Snake grips my shoulder as he positions the crown of Rock’s cock at my entrance. I lift my ass a little higher dying to have him inside me. Both of them.

  “This is so fucking pretty,” Snake whispers huskily as he rubs the round tip up and down my slit, and back and forth on my clit. “Such a perfect cunt, and this dick of yours looks so good getting ready to fuck it.”

  “Then put me inside her,” Rock thrusts his hips to enter me.

  I wiggle my ass. I’m so eager for it too.

  I feel Snake move. He let’s go of my shoulder, then I feel his cock stroking me with Rock’s. I shudder. I shudder so hard, it travels over the length of my entire body.

  “Please Snake,” I groan.

  Still caressing me with both his and Rock’s erections, Snake asks me, “Does it feel good, Tinkerbell? Two cocks stroking you, hungry to fill you up?”

  Arching my back, so, so needy for it, I whimper, “Yes.”

  Finally, finally, I feel the head of Rock’s length push inside me.

  “Go slow, let me watch that dick disappear inside you,” Snake tells me, his shaft still teasing my asshole.

  “You’re fucking killing me,” Rock growls beneath me.

  Slowly, so, so slowly I push myself down on Rock’s shaft. We both hiss out a long breath from the exquisiteness. When he’s fully seated inside me, I sit still and let the waves of pleasure wash over me.

  Snake lays a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down into Rock’s chest. When I’m flush against him, Snake grips my hip tightly with his hand.

  “Just relax, Tinkerbell, and let me in,” he says softly as he presses himself into my tightness.

  Rock’s arms wrap around my middle and lock me in place.

  Snake goes slowly, inch by inch he fills me.

  I love that first moment when he enters, then there’s the sting as the head slips past and he goes deeper, the sting morphing into pleasure, sweet, sweet pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this before. This completeness, the tenderness and the possession, owned by both of them. Rock kissing me, Snake petting me, Rock has me claimed, Snake has me captured.

  “So fucking tight,” Rock growls as he thrusts gently, unable to hold still any longer.

  “So good, so goddamn good,” Snake growls behind me.

  When I feel his skin flush against my ass, I know he’s completely inside me.

  Fullness, complete an utter decadent fullness.

  “Yes,” I whisper huskily.

  Rock begins to move, slowly at first, pulling almost completely out, then creeping back in. Initially, I force myself to keep my eyes open. I have to watch this, stare into his face, I need to see the complete rapture I knew would be there, the same hot heat that’s coursing through me, and I know is flowing through Snake as well.

  Snake holds still, buried fully inside of me.

  I know what he’s feeling, I’m feeling it too. Rock’s fucking both of us at the same time.

  Yes,
yes, yes…

  Snake moans long and deep as he presses into me a bit more.

  So good, so, so good, I love a cock filling my ass…

  My body rocks with Rock’s thrust, my clit rubbing against him.

  Euphoria, drunkenness, intoxication are all taking me fast, I can’t stop it, I don’t want to.

  Placing both his hands on my hips, his body between both mine and Rock’s legs, Snake pulls back slowly.

  “Fuuuuuck,” Rock hisses, burying himself inside me fully and holding there.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Snake moans as he pushes back inside me.

  “Yes,” both Rock and I breathe out heavily.

  “You feel so good too…both of you. So fucking good,” Snake says as he thrusts rhythmically in and out, his cock gliding and stroking me and Rock.

  They go back and forth, one holding, only feeling and experiencing, getting higher and higher, as the other moves taking us all to that sweet place of rapture.

  Then their thrusts get stronger, deeper, harder, more demanding. We’re all almost ready to soar.

  “Oh God…,” I moan.

  I’m close, so damn close. My heart is pounding, my skin is slick with a sheen of perspiration, and my insides are coiled so tight, I’m sure the explosion is going to be intense.

  They start moving together, one in, the other out, back and forth, they saw into me.

  “YES,” I plead.

  YES, YES, YES.

  Snake lifts a hand and slips it between me and Rock to find my clit.

  OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOOOOOOD.

  “Come, princess, fucking come all over us,” Rock growls as he pounds into me, grinding and circling his hips.

  Snake rubs my clit, demanding me to do as Rock says.

  The tension builds, my mind is a technicolor burst of stars and meteors burning a fiery trail straight through me.

  I come so hard, I scream, and scream. I reach behind me and grab a pair of balls, Snakes, and squeeze.

  I’m taking them with me. Both of them.

  “FUCK,” Snake hisses loudly. He slams into me tightly and holds there, then reaches down with his other hand and grabs Rock’s sacks, squeezing him too.

  “GODDAMN,” Rock roars, burying himself deep inside of me, all of us coming, and coming, and coming.

  We melt, all of us, into each other, Snake on top of me, me into Rock, and Rock into the bed. Snake rolls to the side, Rock and I go with him, both of them still inside of me.

  “Summer,” Rock breathes my name.

  His voice is full of reverence and adoration. It makes my heart skip and butterflies flutter in my stomach.

  “Mmmm,” I murmur. I burrow my face into his neck and breathe deep. I love, his scent, how he feels against me, the beating of his heart against my chest.

  Behind me, Snake’s warmth penetrates me, it’s soothing and comforting, and makes me smile bigger. I slip a hand around Snake’s back and hold him. He wraps an arm around me and Rock, his body pressing flush against my back, Rock’s tall frame covering my front. Rock cups my cheek with one hand as his other goes around me to pull Snake closer.

  “Princess, I love you so goddam much. I fucking adore you, everything about you, how you scrunch your eyes when you’re thinking, how your hair always comes loose from your bun, how you fucking trust me, trust us, to take care of you. You, princess, showed me I could love, could trust, could open myself up and really let someone in.” Rock covers my face in kisses. My heart hurts, I’m so happy, I never, ever thought I could be this happy. “This right here is fucking heaven,” he says with his lips near mine, his tongue stroking my lips.

  Snake raises himself up on an elbow to bring his mouth to my neck.

  “He’s so damn right,” Snake murmurs against my neck.

  I wiggle in their strong embrace. They shift back, their lengths slipping from me, and allow me to move to my back.

  I feed a hand through both their hair, up the back of their heads and pull them both close to my face.

  I stare into Rock’s beautiful dark eyes, I’m sure the tears are pooling in my own. “You saved me,” I say quietly. Then I turn to look at Snake, “You both did.” I turn my attention back to Rock, “I love you much, it hurts, Rock, so good.” He leans down and kisses me softly, gently, tenderly. I look into Snakes clear blue eyes. “You made this complete.” I smile at him. He kisses me, it’s sweet and tender. Rock comes closer, his tongue joining ours.

  All that we feel, all of our emotions, our gratitude, our hunger, and longing, everything is in that kiss.

  Each of us have brought something different to this union; safety, love, forgiveness, adoration, protection, caring, absolutely everything.

  This, what we three are, is a trifecta of love, honor, and devotion.

  The End…

  Shall we continue? ;)

  Thank you so much for taking this journey with me. I hope you enjoyed Rock and Summer’s story, and the boys ;)

  If so, please do take a moment to leave a review, indie authors cannot survive without them.

  Make sure to keep going, there are a bunch of good little tidbits to follow.

  A NOTE FROM ME

  Well, holy shit, huh?!

  When I first stepped into the coffee shop, and the tattoo parlor, when I first met Rock, Summer, Mrs. Merriweather, the boys, and everyone else, it began as a RomCom.

  I started to write this story immediately after I completed BLACK INK, The Complete Trilogy. Alexander Black, and his whole world, is so fucking intense, I needed something light. Black sucked everything out of me, lol. But I knew this was going to be, well, have, gang bangs, MMFMM, and all of that wonderful filth the boys are soooooo good at. During CANVAS’ creation, I had always intended for it to be a stand-alone. That was until the 25% part. At that point, I realized it’s the first book in a series, tentatively called right now The Program, for obvious reasons. Unfortunately, I don’t have any more information for you on it, such as which book is going to come next. I’m sure you have two pretty good ideas, and a bunch of questions.

  Have Snake and Rock shared intimate touches?

  Does this become a trifecta?

  Is Snake in love with Summer? Does she love him that way as well?

  Does Rock love Snake, more than just a brother?

  Does Snake?

  Do Bull and Gringo know? Have they all touched each other, kissed each other?

  Do they fuck each other?

  So many questions and possibilities, I know, lol. The truth is, I don’t have all of the answers, some, yes, but not all. And to be honest, I wouldn’t tell you anyway, lol.

  What I can definitely say beyond a shadow of a doubt is, I absolutely love this series, this book, and all of the characters.

  Usually, I give you a tiny little sneak peek into the next book. At this point, I don’t have that.

  I suck, I know. Go ahead, get mad at me, you can yell, tell me what a heartless witch I am. What I can suggest is that you join me and all my friends at my fan group, Bad Boy Book Babes on Facebook, and all of your questions will be answered, if not today, then very, very soon. And maybe, the fact that I do a Freebie Friday every week might help you forgive me a little bit. What I do is giveaway an ebook to one lucky winner every single week. Sometimes it’s one of mine, sometimes it’s another member’s who’s an author, and sometimes it’s one I’ve read and loved. Also, I’m always doing other giveaways, besides the all of the wonderful members.

  Now, as is my MO, I talk about the underlying theme/story in the book. This one is kind of like child bride’s, child sexual exploitation. To be honest, I don’t know what really goes in cult like societies. We do know in other countries, girls as young as seven and eight are married off to men in their forties and such. Absolutely horrendously disgusting.

  This shit happens, people. Maybe not in your city or town, maybe not to people you know, but it fucking happens.

  At this point, I’m speechless.

  ………
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  Anyway, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bum you out, I bummed myself out. Shit!

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  There are some incredible women I NEED to shout out huge thank you’s to.

  Alicia Gonzales and Arthetta Rogers, thank you so much for your incredible friendship right from the beginning, and your help with my fan group, Bad Boy Book Babes on Facebook. You always make me feel like you love my characters as much as I do, and your unwavering support and help. You don’t know it, but there are some days it was because of all of this, you two kept me writing. And for that, I will ALWAYS be grateful.

  Diane Dykes and Joy Giachino, how in the hell did I get so lucky to have found you two and that you beta read for me? I am one lucky lady. Your input is invaluable, truly.

  Christy McCurry, you and your fantastic blog, Radical Reads Book Blog, found me with my first book STRANGER, and you contacted your friend Jennifer Pierson from The Power Of Three Readers Book Blog, and you two have been right by my side with every single story since that one. I am eternally grateful.

  To the fantastic members of my fan group, Diane Silva, Nicole Townsend Brown, J.L. Baldwin, Cindy Noyes, Catherine Patterson, Kathy Ennis, Louise Lapierre, Barbara Hammonds, so, so many ladies, these are just a few, who have been with me right from my first book. THANK YOU! You guys make the group fun for everyone, and that right there is what it’s all about. I know I’ve missed so many, and I truly don’t mean to, but you know I love you and appreciate you so, so much.

  A HUGE THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU!!! <3 <3 <3

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  N.M. Catalano is an Amazon best-selling, multi-published author. She spent many years in the corporate world, and owned several businesses. Having been fortunate to have such varied exposures, she had many opportunities to be experience different societies and cultures. After years of studying people and lifestyles, her fascination comes to life in the pages of her stories.

  "I am just a woman, like many of you, who has lived through beauty and ugliness, happiness, (sometimes extreme), and sadness, (sometimes heart wrenching), and have grown to love life and myself even more. I write because I love the characters, I am madly and hopelessly in love with them and want to share them with the world. Life is beautiful and is meant to be enjoyed day by day, sometimes you have to pick out the good stuff with a magnifying glass like a needle in a haystack, but enjoyed none the less. The stories that I put on paper, I think, help us to find that enjoyment a little bit more.