by Chloe Lang
Her doorbell rang, startling her. She dropped the can of coffee, spilling the dark grounds on the floor.
A knock followed.
“Ashley, it’s me. Nic. Sylas is here, too. We need to talk.”
She ran to the door and flung it open. “Oh my God, you’re together. Please tell me that the intervention worked.”
Nic swept her up in his arms and swung her around. “I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me. I realize now that I let my past get in the way of our future. I’ve told you what my parents were like. But what I didn’t tell you was what it felt like to be in that position as such a young child. I spent years listening to my father tell me how no one wanted me, not even my mother. He told me I wasn’t good enough to love.”
Ashley’s heart broke for Nic. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all that. But you have to know it’s not true. You are one of the most lovable people I’ve ever met.”
“I know in my head that he was an awful person and that his words aren’t true, but when you told me you wanted both of us, I felt like I wasn’t good enough to have you alone. All those feelings from my childhood came rushing back.”
“If your father wasn’t serving life in prison, I’d hunt him down and make him pay for what he did to you,” Sylas said.
“Thank you, brother. It means so much to me that you feel that way. Ashley, I love you so much. I’ve been a stubborn-ass fool and any other adjectives or slurs you want to fill in that you believe are appropriate.”
When he placed her back on her feet, she looked in his eyes. “No adjectives, Nic. Just three words. I love you.” She glanced at Sylas. “And I love you.” Looking back at Nic, she asked, “Is that okay with you?”
“It’s more than okay with me.” He pressed his mouth to hers, causing butterflies to flutter inside her.
“If your father’s words start playing in your head again, just tell us. We’ll do anything to help you,” Ashley said.
“That’s right. We can plot out all the bad things we want to do to the asshole. That should make you feel better.” Sylas laughed.
She saw Nic smile, and that told her that he had completely turned around. There was no jealousy in his eyes. He understood everything she wanted and was okay with it.
Nic turned to Sylas. “He loves you as much as I do, sweetheart. And we’re brothers. That never changed even when I denied it. I have so much to learn. I hope you can be patient with me.”
“With me, too,” Sylas added, kissing her.
“The three of us together can work through anything,” she said. “I’m just so happy I can hardly stand it. This is the best day of my life. I will remember it forever.”
They each kissed her, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that the intervention had worked its magic.
“We need to toast this,” she said. “I’ve got a bottle of Chardonnay in the refrigerator we can open. And if you’re hungry, there’s leftover Chinese.”
“Both sound good to me,” Sylas said.
“Same here,” Nic chimed in. “Lead the way, baby.”
When they got to the kitchen, she saw the mess she’d made. “I forgot about this. Give me a second to clean it up.”
Nic shook his head. “You sit, sweetheart. Sylas and I can take care of this. Where’s your broom?”
She pointed to the utility closet and sat down.
“I’ll get the wine.” Sylas opened her fridge and retrieved the bottle. “Where’s your opener, honey?”
“I’ll get it.”
“No,” he said firmly.
Nic returned and started sweeping up the grounds.
“Am I supposed to sit here like a princess?”
“Yes,” they said in unison.
She smiled. “The opener is in that drawer. The glasses are in that upper cabinet to the left of the sink. This is so much fun, watching you two, but I have to admit I’m not use to being waited on.”
Nic emptied the grounds into her trashcan. “You better start getting used to it because that is what we intend to do from here on.”
“Well, do I ever get a turn?”
Sylas placed a glass of wine in front of her. “Only if you’re sneaky enough, sweetheart.”
She smiled. “So that’s how it’s going to be.”
“Yes. This is how it’s going to be from now on.” He bent down and kissed her.
She felt tingly all over.
Nic put the broom away and took a glass from Sylas. “After all that work, I need one of those kisses, too.” He pressed his mouth to hers, making her toes curl.
She looked at her two wonderful men. “I think we would be more comfortable on the sofa in the living room for our toast.”
Nic held out his hand for her, holding his glass in the other. With her glass in her left hand, she took his with her right. Sylas held his glass and the bottle and they all walked to the sofa.
“Before we sit, I think we should each give a toast.” Nic held up his glass. “I’ll go first. Here’s to my brother and the girl of my dreams. Forever a family.”
They clinked their glasses together and sampled the wine. It tasted sweet.
“I’ll go next,” she said. “This is the happiest day of my life because of my two great men. Here’s to many more happy days.”
They clinked their glasses and drank again.
“Sylas, our girl needs her glass refilled and so do you and I.”
“On it, bro.” Sylas poured more wine. “My turn. I never dreamed we could be so happy together.” A teasing grin appeared on his face. “And here’s to our future children.”
Ashley lifted her glass and then pulled it back. “Children?”
Sylas and Nic looked at each other and then turned back to her. “Yes,” they answered together.
“Okay, then.”
Another clink and they emptied their glasses one more time.
“Guys, two full glasses of wine in a few minutes.” She felt wonderfully warm all over. “I need to sit down, and no more wine for me. A buzz is fine, but I don’t want to pass out.”
“And we don’t want you to pass out either, sweetheart.” Nic ran his hand down her arm. “This is our first night together as a family. The toasts were nice, but they are only the beginning of this celebration.”
“Amen, brother.” Sylas leaned back and put his arm around her.
“Let’s get more comfortable.” Nic kicked off his shoes. “That’s better.”
Sylas did the same. “Yes, it is.” He touched her on the cheek. “My lips are so cold, baby. I need them warmed up.” Sylas moved in for a kiss.
Surrendering to his mouth, she wrapped her arms around him as he traced her lips with his tongue. She could feel Nic’s hand on her thigh. He’s watching Sylas kiss me. Knowing that made her so excited.
When Sylas released her, she said, “Are they warm now? Mine are.”
Smiling, he ran his finger over her lower lip. “Yes, they are.”
Nic nuzzled her neck. “My lips are so lonely, baby. I need them to touch yours.”
He devoured her mouth, and Sylas stroked her hair. Her dream of being with them together was coming true and their kisses and caresses ignited a blaze inside her. She was burning up, getting hotter and hotter.
Nic leaned back.
She gazed into his sexy eyes. “Is your mouth lonely now? Mine isn’t.”
“Neither is mine,” he answered.
She touched each of their faces. “My lips feel so good. They are just right.”
“And we want to keep them that way.” Sylas kissed her neck.
“That’s sounds like a good plan to me,” Nic added, and began nuzzling her neck from the other side.
“That feels so good.” Nic and Sylas don’t seem uncomfortable with this at all. I wonder what they are feeling inside.
When they each reached for her breasts at the same time, their hands bumped.
“Oops.” Nic smiled. “We still have a lot to learn, don’t we?”
“But what
fun it will be,” Sylas said.
“I’ve got an idea,” Nic said in his familiar teasing tone. “Her left breast is mine for tonight. You have dibs on her right.”
Sylas grinned. “I love that idea.”
She laughed. “And what happens when you go lower? How do you plan on dividing me up then?”
“Can we just take this one step at a time? Ashley, this is my first ménage,” Nic said.
“Mine, too,” Sylas added.
“Same for me,” she said.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Nic said. “And I bet so is Sylas.”
“I certainly am.”
“It’s true, guys. We’re all newbies when it comes to threeways, but I love the way this is starting out.”
Nic smiled. “Shall we practice some more?”
Once again, Sylas said, “Amen, brother.”
It took her two men no time at all to synchronize their caresses. No more accidental bumps between them. All their focus was on her, and that was thrilling.
The pressure began to build inside her as they slowly stripped her out of her clothes. She loved being naked between them, their hands moving up and down her body, their lips kissing her mouth, neck, and nipples.
She sent her fingers between their legs and felt their hard cocks bulging through the denim of their jeans. She unzipped them, one at a time, pulling out their long, thick dicks.
“That feels good.” Nic licked her throbbing nipple. “Stroke us, sweetheart. This is what you’ve wanted. And Sylas and I only want to make you happy.”
“You really would make me happy if you would strip out of your clothes.”
Nic leapt from the sofa. “God, you are so beautiful. Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He started unbuttoning his shirt and then stopped. “Wait. Sylas told me on the way over more about what this lifestyle we all are entering is about.”
“He did?”
“Yes, I did.” Sylas stood and moved next to Nic.
Seeing them standing next to each other with their jeans unzipped and their cocks bulging was so enticing.
Nic winked at her, and that melted her insides. “I haven’t taken the crash course from Mr. Gold that he has, but I get the idea of what you really need from us.” Nic’s tone deepened. “Stand up, sub.” He turned to Sylas. “It is ‘sub,’ right? That’s what you said in the car.”
“Absolutely right.” Sylas’s eyes remained on her, which pleased her. “Keep going, Nic. You are doing great.”
“Remove my shirt, sub.”
She got on her feet. “Yes, Master.”
“I like being called that by her.”
“Me, too, Nic. Me, too.”
She stepped in front of Nic and finished unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled it off of him and placed it carefully on the coffee table.
“You want to touch my chest?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Knock yourself out, baby.”
She ran her hands over his muscled pecs and down to his six-pack.
“Now, sub. Take off Sylas’s shirt.” Nic’s rising hunger could be heard in every syllable he spoke.
This is really happening. My dream has come true.
She could feel her pussy start to ache and the wetness between her legs begin to pool. Sylas was wearing a T-shirt, so she pulled it off of him and placed it next to Nic’s on the coffee table.
“Now my jeans, sub. Then Sylas’s. Do it.” His eyes had a primal look to them that made her tremble.
“Yes, Master.” She got on her knees in front of him and pulled his Levi’s down to his ankles.
Nic stepped out of his jeans. His hard cock stretched out of the waistband of his white briefs.
She thought about pulling down his underwear before moving to Sylas, but didn’t. His instructions had been clear. His jeans, then Sylas’s. She scooted over in front of Sylas. He cupped her chin. “You enjoying this, sub?”
She gazed up into his blue eyes. “I am, Master. Very much.”
He smiled. “Finish what Master Nic told you to do.”
She pulled his jeans down and he stepped out of them.
Sylas wore boxers, and like Nic’s briefs, they weren’t able to contain his hard cock either.
“How am I doing at this Dom thing, Sylas?” Nic asked.
“I’m certainly no expert, but in my opinion, you’re doing just great. What do you want our sub to do next?”
“I want to feel her delicious mouth on my cock.”
Sylas grinned. “You’ve got her, Nic. She licked her lips when you said that.”
“I did?” She felt heat rush to her cheeks.
“Yes, you did, sub.” Sylas touched her shoulder. “And it made me want you even more.”
She hadn’t even been aware that she’d done that.
“God, she is beautiful, Sylas. Those lush lips. I want them on me.”
She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed.
He groaned.
Grabbing his balls with her other hand, she repeated his words back to him. “Your wish is my command, Master.”
She ran her tongue up and down his shaft and then, circling the head where a tiny liquid pearl sat, she drank it down.
“Fuck, you two look so hot.” Sylas’s words were heavy with desire. “I can’t wait for those lips to be on me.”
“You heard your Master, sub.” Nic tugged on her hair, which caused more moisture to pool between her thighs. “Suck him. Suck Sylas.”
The jealousy between them was no more, and she couldn’t be happier. Keeping one hand on Nic, she grabbed Sylas with her other hand and began licking his cock.
He groaned. “Damn, that feels incredible. You better stop, sub. I don’t want to come yet.”
“Yes, Master.” Tasting their pre-cum on her tongue drove her wild.
Nic knelt down next to her and smiled. “Look at her pouty lips, Sylas. She wants more.”
“Let’s take our sub to the bedroom,” Sylas said. “We can show her a whole lot more there.”
Nic nodded and helped her to her feet. Sylas lifted her into his arms and they took her into the bedroom, lowering her to the mattress.
Nic and Sylas got on the bed next to her and started kissing and caressing her into an incredible state of delirium. Their foreplay was turning into a free-for-all. Nic and Sylas seemed insatiable, each taking a turn licking her pussy while the other swallowed her breasts.
“I want you both now. Inside me.” She was crazed with desire for them and fisted the sheets, as her body seemed to have a mind of its own. “Please, Masters. Please.”
Sylas stopped licking her pussy and started fingering her ass. “Do you have lubricant, sweetheart?”
“No, Sir.” Disappointment rolled through her.
Nic kissed her. “Not to worry, baby. Do you have olive oil?”
“Yes.” Her heart was racing wildly.
“That should work just fine. Where is it in your kitchen?”
“The pantry on the second shelf.”
Nic leapt from the bed. “Keep our girl’s engine running, Sylas. I’ll be right back.”
“My pleasure.” Sylas sucked on her clit, causing her to gasp.
Nic returned with the bottle of olive oil and got back in the bed. “I can’t wait to get inside our sub’s pretty ass.”
Sylas released her clit and looked up from her pussy. “Damn, I forgot to get my condom out of my jeans. Your turn, Nic. I’ll be right back.” He jumped out of the bed and rushed into the other room.
“Roll over, baby.”
She obeyed, and he began applying lube to her ass.
Sylas returned. “Got it.”
Nic laughed, and she felt his thick fingers stretching her anus. “Next time, you and I need to be better organized.”
“I agree, Nic. But look at how turned on she is. Not too bad for our first ménage. Are we doing okay, honey?”
“Better than okay,” she panted out. “Just hurry. I need you both so bad. Please.”
> “Yes, baby. We will. Nic, you go first. I’ll finger her pussy while you take that gorgeous ass nice and slow. Once you’re all the way inside her, roll her on top of you so that I can send my cock into her sweet pussy.”
After hearing Sylas’s words, she trembled. This was a first for her—two men taking her simultaneously. My men. They’re taking me, claiming me. My Doms.
Nic climbed on top of her. She could feel the tip of his dick pressing against her anus. Sylas reached under her and sent one of his fingers into her pussy while pressing on her clit with his thumb.
Nic held her wrists and slowly pushed his cock all the way inside her ass. The sting that came from the stretch subsided quickly, replaced by a blazing need for more. As Sylas had set up, Nic rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that his cock never left her body.
She looked up at Sylas. He moved on top of her, rubbing the side of his shaft against her swollen, wet folds. “How bad do you want this, sub?”
“More than anything, Master. Please. I need you in my body. You and Nic.”
“Then your wish is our command, sweetheart.” He thrust his cock into her pussy in one long stroke.
She gasped and clawed Sylas’s back. The two men she loved with all her heart were inside her. She’d dreamed of this moment a hundred times, but never imagined it would be so overwhelming and intense.
“You okay?” they asked her in unison, their bodies completely still, their cocks throbbing inside her.
“Oh God, yes. Yes, Masters.” The pressure continued building, driving her mad. “More. Please. More.”
They began thrusting into her, but their rhythm was off.
“Shit, Nic. We’re out of sync,” Sylas said with a grin. “She deserves better than this, even if it is our first time.”
She laughed. “It all feels great to me, Master. Please, don’t stop.”
“Sylas. To the beat. One.” Nic thrust into her and Sylas did the same a half-second latter.
A moan slipped out of her. “Yes.”
“Two.” Their thrusts came closer together.
By the time Nic got to “four,” he and Sylas had matched their tempo perfectly.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” She couldn’t stop repeating those words. She’d never felt anything like the kind of sensations they were bringing out inside her. She writhed between them like a live wire as she got closer and closer to the orgasm she so desperately needed. Every single nerve in her body was electrified, vibrating hot and violent.
