Mine: MMF Bisexual Menage Romance

by Chloe Lynn Ellis

  That mouth. It’s wrecking me. Ramping me up so hard and fast that I lose touch with everything but this.

  My hands tangle in soft hair, my heels dig into the muscles of a broad back, but beyond that I give up entirely as pleasure spirals through me, erasing everything but sensation, and then—so fast it takes my breath away—light and color explode behind my eyes as I cry out, clamping my thighs hard around someone’s head as I come in a hot, blissful rush that leaves me gasping.

  “Beautiful.”

  I don’t even know which one of them said it, the deep voice so soft and worshipful, but the word winds around my heart, working its way inside. These men, these amazing men, they really believe that.

  As I come back to myself, shuddering under the gentle, soothing strokes of a pair of talented hands, I hear a soft snick.

  The bottle of lube.

  “Oh my God,” I breathe out, nerves and excitement warring within me. I want this, I do. But… oh, God.

  The bed moves under me as someone shifts position, and the man whose mouth just wrecked me in the best possible way moves over. I suck in a breath as slick fingers trace down over my dripping sex, skirting my still-throbbing clit and trailing lower, dipping underneath me, reaching back and then—

  “Oooooohhhh,” I gasp, a tremor coursing through me.

  The fingers circling the tight, virgin ring of my ass are both gentle and insistent, and they feel like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’m trembling. How did I not know this spot was so sensitive? So… euphoric?

  I whimper as the fingers start to probe gently, slow circular motions that gradually spin deeper. My heartbeat is pounding in my chest, and the sensation is so totally new, so totally different, it feels like I could climax again, just from this.

  My body is responding more intensely than I ever thought possible, and I can’t help it—when a thick finger slides into my ass, smooth and slow and opening a part of me that is untried and untouched—I let out a long, low moan that sounds more like something a porn star would make.

  Not refined Cate.

  Not shy, self-conscious Cate.

  “Oh, fuck, she’s beautiful.”

  I moan again when insistent lips land on my throat. Hands on my breasts. And that finger. Oh, God, it’s bliss.

  I feel like I’m going to burn alive from the inside out.

  I whimper, my thighs trembling, as it pumps in and out of me, stretching me, opening me up to share myself with my men the way I’ve dreamt of. And then suddenly I hiss out a breath as the stretch starts to burn. That must be a second finger, which I guess I need. Neither of my lovers are small men.

  The burn doesn’t last long, though, before it’s back to bliss, and my head twists from side to side on my pillow, my breath starting to come in short, hard little pants when the burn comes back and they stretch me even more.

  “Want you prepared for us, Duchess.”

  “You’re amazing, Cate.”

  I’m shameless. Desperately thrashing with their hands on me, in me. It’s the only way I know to withstand how incredibly good this feels, how new and strange and wonderful all at once.

  “God, please,” I gasp. It’s good, but it’s making me crazy. I want what I asked for. I want both of them.

  “Ready for us now, Cate?” Dylan’s voice, laced with heat and raw with lust, right in my ear.

  I nod, or maybe I say yes. Whatever I manage, my men get the message. I can’t imagine being any more ready than this, not without shattering into a billion pieces.

  “Good,” Jack growls, and I can hear the smile in his voice despite the animal hunger dripping off the word. “Then open your eyes, Duchess.”

  My eyes flutter slowly open, the light in the bedroom blessedly dim but still enough to clearly reveal the two exquisite men sharing my bed, our bed, both hard and ready for me, gazing at me like they’re looking at a goddess instead of, well, me. I can’t believe how insanely lucky I am, can barely believe this is happening as Jack surges forward and draws me into his strong arms. Our lips meet, sweetness tinged with desperate hunger, and he leans back on one arm, lying back flat on the bed with me astride his lap.

  I grind myself against his thick, hard length, shameless and slick, and reach a hand between us to guide him into me. Despite how relaxed and soaked I am, despite the buzz of orgasm still tingling in my blood, his size still makes me gasp as I take him in, take all of him all the way down to the root.

  I’ll never get used to him, or Dylan, not fully, but this is part of what makes it so wonderful to be with them—being around them makes me feel safe… loved… home.

  But the excitement? That never, ever ebbs.

  My hips start to rock against him, riding him, almost on their own. I can’t help myself from acting on my need, my wordless hunger for more, even if I wanted to. And I can’t imagine a universe where I’d ever want to stop.

  Jack groans beneath me, and it’s one of the most amazing sounds I’ve ever heard, raw and throaty and all for me.

  It’s all the sweeter because of the pain he was in earlier tonight. I’m so glad he came back to us. I’m so glad Dylan found him. I’m so glad… we’re… together.

  “You feel so good, Wildcat,” he says, his hands covering my breasts.

  Oh fucking God. Heaven.

  “Jack,” I start, but then lose whatever I’d meant to say in a gasp as I feel Dylan move in close behind me. His broad chest presses against my back as he begins kissing across my shoulders, the steel-hard bar of his cock pressing deliciously against my bottom. And oh God, oh yes.

  I want him there.

  Jack inside me only sates part of my hunger, but stretching me earlier, those talented fingers thrusting in and out of me, it’s made me need more. I need him.

  Dylan’s knees settle on either side of my legs so we’re both astride Jack, Dylan’s legs pinning me between my two wonderful men. My men, and the thought, the knowledge that it’s the truth—they really are mine—sends a twisting curl of love and desire through me that seems to spin around the beautiful hot hardness of Jack inside me.

  I hear a slick, erotic sound behind me—Dylan’s hand on his cock, which makes me moan in anticipation and grind down harder on Jack—and then a sudden shock of coldness. It trails down between the cheeks of my ass, chased by the heat of Dylan’s large hand. Lube. I blush, the heat of lust and pleasure and yes, also a little bit of fear, roaring through me as he works the lube inside me.

  “Oh, fuck,” Jack gasps. “Your fingers are inside her, aren’t they, Dylan? I can… I can feel them.”

  Dylan groans. “Jack.”

  Oh, Mother of God, Jack’s words… the lust in Dylan’s voice…they send a surge of heat rocketing through me, and I become almost frantic, moving against them shamelessly. I want Jack deeper, and I want to press back against Dylan’s fingers, taking them farther.

  I want it all.

  “I need to be inside you,” Dylan whispers, his fingers thrusting in and out in a maddening rhythm that has this hot, burning, delicious, crazy-making need coiling inside me, tighter and tighter, with the promise of another orgasm that’s going to take me apart.

  “You love this, Duchess,” Jack grits out, smiling up at me with fierce heat. “You were made for this. For us.”

  “Yes,” I manage, rocking on top of him. Back against Dylan. Over and over.

  “Hold her still,” Dylan says to Jack, his voice at my shoulder ragged. Raw.

  Jack’s hands tighten on my hips, halting my movement, but even holding still, I can feel the pulsing heat of his cock inside me, throbbing. Micro-thrusts of his hips. The digging pressure of his fingers into my curves.

  It’s intoxicating.

  Dylan’s fingers pull out, and I whimper at the loss, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

  The look on his face… oh God. It almost tips me over the edge into another climax, and Jack hisses below me, feeling the flutter of my inner muscles. Fire floods through my belly, washes away the la
st of my nerves at what we’re about to do.

  And then the fat head of his cock presses gently against my rear entrance.

  It feels amazing.

  Terrifying.

  I’m hungry for it.

  I swallow hard. Oh, God—this is really happening!

  “Relax, beautiful,” Jack says gently, his hands running up my thighs, fingertips grazing over the place where we connect so sweetly. “Relax, we’ve got you.”

  The look in his eyes captures me, steadies me, drives the lust inside me even higher. I see desire and care and the same golden feeling of perfection, of belonging, that I feel every time the three of us are together.

  I let out a shaky breath and relax back into his hands, trusting him.

  Dylan tugs back on my hips, then lets me rock away from him again. “I’ll hold still for you, Cate,” he growls softly. “You take as much of me as you want, this is all for you.”

  I moan at his words, pushing back slowly onto his massive, slick cock, impaling myself inch by perfect, agonizing inch. It burns, at first—I burn—but not like I expected.

  Not like I feared, even as the idea excited me.

  The delicious feeling of completion mounts higher and higher as I take him into me. I’m impossibly full, impossibly stretched with both of the men I love so, so much deep inside me.

  I love them.

  I love this.

  It’s exactly what I needed. What I’ve wanted for so long.

  I feel like... I feel like... I just feel, feel everything. And it’s spectacular; pleasure that makes my eyes go wide and then flutter closed as I let the sweet, dirty words they’re both mumbling wash over me. Buoy me up. Carry me into this new experience.

  My body’s trying to savor every sensation, and my brain struggles for a moment, then shuts down. Sensory overload. This isn’t about thinking. This is so right it transcends thinking.

  And it’s so… good.

  “You feel amazing,” Dylan whispers, his hands coming around to palm my breasts as he starts to thrust into my back entrance. I arch into his hands, letting him have me. Letting them both carry me where I need to go. I don’t need to do anything right now but be here, accept it, ride it out to a kind of glorious climax that’s building fast, already feeling more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced, even in my fantasies.

  Dylan moves inside me—so different, but so familiar at the same time. All the sweet, perfect spots that his cock strokes inside me are the same places Jack’s touching, but from a different angle. And Jack. He’s got my hips secured, and rocks up into me, stroking inside me where I need it, pulling me against him so my clit is stimulated again… and again… and again.

  It’s so much erotic sensation I almost think I can’t stand it, but at the same time, I never want it to end. I’m trapped between them, I have no place I can turn to hide from the raging pleasure of feeling both of them inside me, and it’s…

  It’s everything.

  They both thrust into me at the same time, and my mouth falls open on a soundless scream of ecstasy.

  “Fuck,” Dylan groans, his body bowing back from his hips like his entire being is distilled into the places where he and I connect.

  Beneath me, Jack is softly swearing a blue streak of his own, filthy words mingling with endearments in the most exhilarating way.

  “I can feel you through her, man,” he grits out. And then, when I tighten my inner muscles: “Jesus, Cate.”

  He all but whimpers, and suddenly I’m not just letting them take me. Not just giving myself to them. I’m powerful. I’m here. I’m rocking their world just as much as they’re doing to mine.

  “You’re perfect,” Jack whispers. “Cate, you’re…” He licks his lips as words fail him. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

  The way he’s looking up at me, it’s so clearly, rawly the truth that I feel like I’m basking in the sunlight.

  “Jack…” It’s Dylan’s voice, not mine, and I know he’s looking down at Jack, too. And all the love, all the lust, all the… the perfection I feel at this joining, I hear it in Dylan’s voice, too.

  “Oh, Christ, Dylan,” Jack says, and one of his hands leaves my hips. Reaches back.

  I moan, knowing he’s touching Dylan. Reaching for him. Wanting him, too.

  Then Dylan begins to move. Faster. Deeper. Spurring us both on. And my breath comes out of me in a low, ragged groan as he withdraws, then thrusts in again, his thick cock pulsing across my G-spot as he fills me up. He pulls back, and Jack buries himself within me, hitting it again. And then it’s Dylan… and Jack… back and forth, ramping me up so high I feel like I’m flying.

  Like they’re turning me inside out.

  Delicious fire ripples out through my body in golden waves, and I bend down to Jack’s chest, clutching at his skin with my nails. I feel like I’m barely holding on to my sanity, let alone coherence. Dylan bends with me, his chest close to my back, and I’m trapped between the two of them, between their strong, beautiful bodies and their kisses and the perfection of their cocks inside me.

  My world narrows to the ecstatic, torturous rhythm the two of them set.

  To the space that doesn’t exist between our bodies anymore.

  To the space that doesn’t exist between our hearts.

  And oh God, oh yes—to the pulsing, coiling, utterly delicious tension building inside me. Winding me up, tighter and tighter until I’m frantic with it. Until these two men inside me, surrounding me, are all that exists.

  “So good.”

  I don’t know who says it.

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeah… oh, hell yeah.”

  “Oh, God. Oh… oooooh.”

  My body is quaking, every nerve alight with pleasure, trembling, and I know any second I’m going to shake apart. Jack is kissing my mouth, my throat, anywhere and everywhere he can reach, Dylan’s hips are slamming into my ass with the most delicious impact, and I’m so close.

  I just need... something.

  Jack looks up at me, his eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure as his gaze seeks mine, then slides to Dylan’s.

  Both of us, all at once.

  His gaze is hot, fierce, possessive and possessed, and I see it clearly—finally—there’s no difference between the lust he feels for each of us.

  “Kiss me,” Jack begs. Demands. “Cate, kiss me.”

  His voice is strained, tight as he thrusts up into me, making me gasp. I want to. But oh, I want something else even more.

  I shift—another gasp—so Jack can see Dylan more clearly.

  “Kiss him.”

  Dylan makes a gorgeous, guttural noise in my ear, and I feel the pressure at my back increase as he leans in low. Jack pushes up on his elbows to reach him, and their mouths meet with such passion that I feel it radiating through me, a palpable wave of need and want and lust and love that makes me feel as if I were part of that kiss, too.

  As if I am.

  And then there are no more words. None of us can do it. Just hot, needy moans and the wet, slick sound of our bodies moving together and the heat of the gasping, panting breaths, and the rising pressure, higher and higher, driving us all to the brink.

  My head lolls back to rest on Dylan’s shoulder as they pump into me, in and out, a perfect rhythm, and my eyes stay locked on the gorgeous sight of the men I love kissing each other while they share me. That’s what I needed. That’s… it.

  I’m lost.

  Bliss lights me up, shooting through my nerves like fireworks, searing and sweet all at once, and my eyes squeeze shut as I begin to ride the bucking, punishing waves of orgasm, screaming out my climax.

  “Cate.”

  “Oh, Christ.”

  Pulsing heat fills me inside, sending ripples of pleasure through me as they both come at once, crushing me between them and stretching out my own orgasm into an endless, mindless, perfect wave of ecstasy that consumes me.

  I don’t even know how we get from there to the tangled mass of s
weaty, warm, sated bodies, and I don’t care. My heart is as full as my body was—overflowing—and right here, right now, with both Dylan and Jack holding me, is the single most perfect moment of my life.

  They’re murmuring soft, sweet things to me, to each other, but words are beyond me right now. I’m full of starlight, full of warm, swirling clouds. Sure down to my bones that this is exactly where I need to be. To stay.

  Always.

  20

  Jack

  Today’s been a good day so far. Hot as hell out, but still a damn good day.

  It’s been a couple of weeks since I started seeing both Cate and Dylan. I gotta admit, I’m still not really all that sure about what we’re doing, but it’s good.

  I’ll take good for now; it’s better than I normally get.

  The three of us have meals together every couple of days, depending on my work schedule, and it feels like Dylan’s cooking just gets better and better with every class he goes to. I’m so proud of him, my best friend, getting everything he wants out of life. Good for him. I hope he keeps grabbing it by the horns.

  Cate, too, my other best friend. It feels weird to say that, given that we all but hated each other back at the beginning of April. But now it’s early May, and the chill has finally given way to the thaw. She’s killing it at her fitness class, far as I know. It’s amazing to see how much happier she gets every single day.

  And me, well, I just dunked my biggest case to date. My closing argument was on point, and the jury came back in an hour. It’s a partner-making case, I’ll bet. Not trying to put the cart before the horse, but there were a lot of telling handshakes and pats on the back at the courthouse today. It’ll only be a matter of time before I’m sitting in that boardroom with all the rest of them, and none of them will ever know how I grew up or where I came from.

  That’s my little secret. Our little secret, I guess.

  Anyway, it’s too hot for the T; ain’t no way I cram into a subway car when it’s ninety degrees out, so I got myself a luxury taxi from one of those apps. Why not? Gotta learn how to live it up a little more if I want to fit in on the top floor.