Embraced By Passion

by Diana DeRicci

  Brigit had the temerity to lick her lips as though tasting something decadent on them after making the suggestion. Ja’Rol groaned. The woman was a witch, casting spells on him and she didn’t even know it.

  “If you’re using your tongue, I want washed first,” Slone stated, straightening to walk to the side of the bed, a sparking, playful gleam in his eyes saying he wanted to be included in their plans.

  “This could actually be real fun,” she said, watching them both. She sat up next to Ja’Rol on her knees. Tipping her chin, peering up, she found Slone gazing at her. Seeking Ja’Rol off her shoulder, she asked him to stand with Slone. “I want to see you both,” she explained with a throaty purr.

  With Ja’Rol shoulder to shoulder with Slone, she stood and walked around them, much the same way Slone did to her the day before on the plane. Ja’Rol followed her every step with an unblinking attention. Excitement surged under his skin, anticipating, waiting. Neither tried to hide the burgeoning fullness filling the front of their pajamas.

  “Help me understand this.”

  “Anything,” Slone whispered, his heated gaze following her steps hungrily.

  “If I am coming into this, you both feel that I am yours, equally.” She tipped, searching them. “Am I right?”

  Ja’Rol breathed in her sweet scent, the allure of her skin creating havoc with his insides, making him search deep for his voice to answer her. “Yes.”

  “Then that means, in all fairness, you two are mine. My lovers. No one else’s. I don’t believe in open relationships,” she informed them.

  “Without a doubt,” Slone confirmed.

  Ja’Rol watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she thought out her next words. Their shape was heavy, filling her nightshirt with a sexy, appealing curvature that made his mouth water.

  “I’m willing to try to understand. I’m willing to try this. There’s no reason to deny I like you both, or that you’re both better than chocolate-coated sex.”

  Slone cut her off with a hand to her cheek. “There won’t be any competition to please one over the other. Ja’Rol and I want you for us. No jealousy, no matter with who, all of us, or two.” He leaned over and sipped at the very corner of her lips. “You make us both so hot. It’s going to take time for all of us to find our stride.”

  Then Ja’Rol and Slone sucked in groaned breaths, unprepared. The flats of her palms slid down the front of their pajamas, finding the pulsing flesh of their arousals.

  “I guess I don’t have to mention that I’ve never done anything like this,” Brigit told them in a demure tone, standing in front of both.

  “You’re doing it very well,” Slone said, his voice gruff, following her with hooded eyes.

  With gentle pressure, she urged them both to take a few steps away from the bed. Ja’Rol would have done anything in that moment for her. The heat of her palm singed his shaft, and she hadn’t even touched him flesh to flesh yet.

  Sinking to her knees, she tugged their clothing free, both aiding her to let it gather around their feet. Almost in unison, they kicked their pajamas clear, leaving both of them naked, and stiff before her.

  Ja’Rol had to lock his knees, her expression sultry as she took in what they had to offer. Then she wrapped a feminine hand around each shaft, and neither could hide the trembles she created.

  “Someone said they wanted bathed by my tongue,” she purred, eyeing them through her lashes, like an enchantress.

  Without waiting for an answer, she brought herself up from resting on her calves, and deftly swiped her tongue over Slone’s cock, then Ja’Rol’s. His heart thudded into his ribs, fighting to escape as sensation tore through him with the light contact. Lava shot through his veins as he watched her taking the head of his cock between her lips, sucking it with little pops of suction. Her hand stroked up and down Slone’s shaft with an even pace, then she switched, giving him the same sweet heaven she’d just given to Ja’Rol.

  Slone’s hand shot out and grabbed onto Ja’Rol’s hip, his frame shuddering when Brigit’s mouth closed over his engorged head. “The sweetest mouth,” he rasped. Slone’s head sagged on his neck, his mouth falling open as sensation poured through him, so strong, Ja’Rol didn’t have to look for it. It rolled off of Slone in waves of sheer ecstasy.

  Together, they reached for her nightshirt, and pulled it over her head. Full and round, her breasts were begging for their touch.

  “On the bed,” Ja’Rol managed, his voice more growl than anything else. With a hand on either arm to help lift her, together they sat Brigit on the edge of the bed.

  Ja’Rol stood at her side, filling a hand with the weight of her tit. She shivered when he scraped a nail over her nipple, the flesh tightening to be teased more. Slone encouraged her to spread her legs, exposing the glistening lips of her sex. A drawn breath made them both shudder in gripping need.

  “She’s so hot,” Ja’Rol heard. Slone’s hunger was so strong, it raced through them all like a power surge. “I have to taste you.” Desire made Slone’s eyes sparkle like the gems they resembled.

  Ja’Rol saw her release Slone’s cock, her mouth leaving a shiny passion trail as she licked her lips.

  “I’ve never said it,” she told them, a timidity in her desire that negated the seductress who’d been ravaging their cocks.

  “What do you want, pet?” Slone invited, his fingers plying through her hair.

  “Eat me.”

  “With pleasure.” Slone didn’t hesitate, lowering to the floor between her silky thighs.

  When Slone lifted a leg to brace her on his shoulder, spreading her labia to be enjoyed, she moaned long and low. Her eyes fluttered as sensation slammed into her, the force feeding into Ja’Rol at the same time.

  Then her mouth was on Ja’Rol’s cock again, sucking and licking as she pumped up and down his length. The softness of her lips and the teasing flick of her tongue sent his heart slamming into his ribs. Ja’Rol had to lock a knee to not collapse under the onslaught of her wicked mouth.

  Watching them both, his cock sliding in and out of her sweet lips and Slone licking and teasing at her pussy, was driving Ja’Rol insane with lust. He’d never expected to feel this much, this strong of a need, but together, with them, Ja’Rol knew he was going to go careening into a place he’d never been, and they were going with him.

  Her breasts heaved as she gasped for air, her hand steadily stroking the heavy shaft of his cock, the other braced at her hip.

  “You’re incredible, Brigit,” Slone whispered, delving into her hot, wet heat with a driving, stiff tongue. “Tastes so good. Sweet.”

  Single thoughts were all any of them seemed capable of.

  * * * *

  Slone dove harder, sucking plumped skin between his lips, tasting her on his tongue, finding her delicious honey over and over as he sipped and licked. “I have to be in her.” He sent the need to Ja’Rol. His cock ached and swelled more as he envisioned feeling her hot sheath clamping down on him, holding him in ecstasy, as he pumped in and out of her channel.

  The image Ja’Rol shot into Slone hit him like a comet, every nerve crying in hunger. “God, yes. Please.”

  Tenderly, they stretched with Brigit on the bed, both suckling on warmed flesh, lapping taut, thick nipples, licking at sweet skin or dropping kisses on her abdomen and her thighs. Worshipping her, until she was whimpering for more, for anything.

  Slone found the condoms, knowing they’d purposely left a stash in both nightstands. He left the lube on the tabletop, anticipation rifling through him. Covering himself, he watched Ja’Rol kiss Brigit, his finger winding down her body to play lightly over her clit. Her fingers were digging into his hair, her hips rising in appeal, for more.

  “That is so sexy,” Slone told them. “I love watching you two.” A playful grin was his answer from Ja’Rol, a flicker across his mind. “Brigit?” Slone asked her.

  “Yes! God, please.”

  Positioning himself behind Brigit, he brought her hip up,
opening her sex, his shaft resting, aching. Needing. Then with a tenderness that sank into his soul, he filled her body.

  “Shit,” he moaned, his head riding loosely on his spine. Brigit was better than anything he could’ve imagined. Tight, heat, slick, he didn’t know anything that measured to the sensation.

  “Is it better?” Ja’Rol asked him, suckling with deep pulls on her nipples, tweaking them with Slone’s pace.

  “No, but it is so different. I love you both.” Slone’s thoughts turned into winding gasps as he pounded Brigit, his cock slick with her cream.

  “It’s only going to get better,” Ja’Rol said, slipping from where he lay next to her. Grasping Slone’s hips, he bit at the tight ass, leaving little teeth marks in flesh. The pain of the bite drove Slone into Brigit, both shuddering as lightning struck his spine.

  “Love that,” he managed, waiting for Ja’Rol. The bed moved with Ja’Rol’s weight centered behind Slone. He slowed his hips and groaned when the press of lubed fingers tingled against his ass.

  Brigit’s mind was a blanket of sexual euphoria when Slone dove a little deeper against her mind to guarantee her comfort. A pleasure he wanted to ensure, because neither he nor Ja’Rol would please her now only to cause her pain later.

  Slone let out a breath, relaxing as the thick head of Ja’Rol’s cock seated between his ass cheeks. All he could manage was a hard moan, craving the feeling of his lover. A slow breath seeped through his teeth as Ja’Rol sank into Slone with loving care.

  “Oh God! That feels…” Her moan was long and earthy, shuddering through her frame as Ja’Rol began a slow rhythm, rocking the three of them as one. Slone corralled her tight against his chest, one soft breast filling his palm. Ja’Rol’s thrusts drove Slone deeper into Brigit, feminine gasps of pleasure rising to cries as the momentum carried them all. Ecstasy arced across the three. Her fingers clawed at the bed, pushing her harder into their thrusts.

  Brigit’s cries became guttural shouts of passion, her body undulating, dragging against each deep pounded thrust.

  “Slone.” Ja’Rol’s voice was a graveled warning, his climax spiraling, ready to burst free.

  “Come with me Brigit. Let me feel your cream,” Slone purred, clenching down on Ja’Rol’s driving shaft. A harsh hiss of pleasure erupted behind him. Ja’Rol’s hand on Slone’s hip tied them all together, Slone the anchor to them all.

  Her body was a firestorm, shooting sparks of passion. The wave of her orgasm rising, rising, daring to crash, but not.

  “Imagine us, love, filling you, driving into you.” Slone gritted his teeth, feeling her body writhe in answer.

  Slone’s orgasm sliced his body in half with rapture, his shout filling the bedroom like a male roar. Ja’Rol’s voice echoed his, stiffly thrusting as his own orgasm took him over the peak and into the sea of sensation. As one, both men sought Brigit and were drawn ever tighter by her release.

  Her entire body was a strung wire, bucking against the throes of Slone’s orgasm. Hot and wet, her juice slicked his body, coating his cock and dripping like honey over his balls. It felt like it took forever before the bliss-filled tension of all three began to drain away.

  Breathing heavily, he drew her close, cuddling his shoulders into Ja’Rol’s embrace.

  “Amazing,” Ja’Rol whispered, his panted breath rushing over Slone’s ear. “Never like that.”

  Slone silently agreed. Brigit added something to their sex, something unique and as wonderful as she was. Holding her in his arms, all of them replete and languid, they shared a type of heaven he never thought he’d encounter.

  They would do whatever it took to win her completely. And considering what they’d already shared with her, and in such a short amount of time, he prayed that their final secret wouldn’t be the one straw that broke the camel’s back.

  Chapter Nine

  Brigit stood behind her mother’s shoulder.

  “Please, face each other,” the preacher said with a gentle smile. Traci turned and when Gene asked for her hands, she slid them into his. Brigit blinked to not let the tears loose, not yet.

  The ceremony was sweet, and short. Brigit couldn’t help but feel elated for her mother. Her happiness was a shining light that Brigit knew she’d never had before.

  White and pale yellow orchids framed the arch over the couple. The flowers matched the soft yellow gown Traci had chosen for their special moment. The flowers were a gift from Slone and Ja’Rol and Brigit’s mom had loved it, so glad to have the two men there. Final words were spoken and Brigit sighed. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a hinted wistfulness come from Ja’Rol at the same time.

  Then, sliding matching gold bands on each other, Gene bent to kiss his new bride.

  “Love you,” he whispered just before he kissed her.

  That was when Brigit lost it.

  Ja’Rol’s arm curved over her shoulders and Slone offered a hankie. Traci’s smile was sparkling when she looked toward her daughter.

  “I’m so happy for you, Mom,” she managed, sounding far too weepy.

  “I’m glad you’re happy for me,” Traci replied, embracing her into a strong hug.

  Gene leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek when Traci let her go. “Glad you could make it, punkin.”

  A throat cleared. “All I need now are the signatures,” the preacher stated, smiling warmly. He held the signature book for them, then with a flourish presented the license copy for them.

  “I wish you many wonderful years together,” he told them.

  “Thank you,” Traci said.

  Slone leaned over and mentioned something to the preacher. “Oh, of course! I’d be happy to.”

  “Thank you.” Then looking at the group, he said, “Who’s ready to paint the town red?”

  “You don’t have any other plans?” Traci asked.

  “None, Mom. Tonight, we’re here for you and Daddy Gene.”

  “In fact,” Ja’Rol said, guiding them all out of the chapel. “Our ride is waiting.”

  Traci gasped. “A carriage!” Two pristine, white with red velvet decorated phaetons stood waiting, drivers at the step in sharp black suits, only waiting for their directions.

  “Call it our going away party present,” Slone explained with a devil’s smile for a grin. “We didn’t get to when you left.”

  “The move…” she tried to explain, apology apparent in her voice and motions.

  Ja’Rol shook his head, not letting her continue. “So now we get to, and for a much better reason. The evening is yours. The hire is paid for as long as you want him.”

  Brigit tugged on Slone’s shoulder sleeve when Traci stole a moment to pet and talk to the horse.

  “What did you tell the preacher?”

  “I asked him to send the flowers to your mother’s room. They’ll be there before she is.”

  Looking between the two men, she almost choked on her words, happy tears clogging her throat. “You’ve both made this an exceptional day for my mother. I can’t thank either of you enough.”

  “Anything to make you happy, love,” Slone murmured, leaning to deliver a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

  “Who’s hungry?” Ja’Rol asked. Moments later, with Gene and Traci in the front carriage, and Brigit flanked by her two men in the rear, they clip-clopped down the streets of Sin City, their evening just beginning.

  With each of them holding one of her hands, Brigit felt absolutely cherished. She couldn’t believe the lengths these two men had gone to ensure her mother’s day went perfectly. The dresses, the flowers, the carriages. Her mother would always remember this, her wedding day to Daddy Gene, because the two men at Brigit’s sides had made it spectacular for them.

  Slone had let it slip that he’d spoken with Gene, and Brigit got him to spill the whole idea. After confirming the attention wouldn’t undermine their pleasure, both he and Ja’Rol had taken great enjoyment in doing this for them. Traci had been a greatly respected employee and a good friend
to Ja’Rol. They wanted to do this for them. And that generosity had warmed Brigit. She’d never seen her mother happier.

  Relaxed, she let her head drift to Slone’s strong shoulder, slipping her hands to rest on male thighs. She felt their desire begin to ignite with the innocent contact and smiled. “You two. Patience,” she chided them with a mental groan. She blinked when Slone answered, forgetting that they could hear her, if they wanted to.

  “You don’t understand, pet. We want, and so long as we breathe, it won’t stop.”

  She sat in a stunned silence as streets and lights flowed past them.

  Ja’Rol slid her a heated look from her other side, his eyes roving over her like she was a decadent treat. A shiver of excitement coursed up her spine in answer.