TheSmallPrint

by Barbara Elsborg

  The thought made her cheeks burn.

  They were both great.

  She went hotter.

  Matty didn’t know what lay in her future. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here. Why not embrace the present?

  Talking of presents, she saw the sun in a jar she’d given Turner sitting on his bedside table along with her birthday card. And he’d saved the candles off the cake. Matty swallowed the lump in her throat.

  She crawled naked into Turner’s bed, pulled the duvet over her head and waited, her heart pounding. She heard the pair of them racing up the stairs and expected them to keep going up to the attic, but the footsteps stopped. When she peeped toward the bedroom door, they stood there, staring at her. Both were smiling, both had erections.

  Big erections. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

  “Hello, beautiful,” Catch said. He smiled and leapt at the bed to land on her left.

  Turner took a more leisurely route, his lips clamped together, and sat on her right.

  “Are you sure?” Turner whispered.

  “Of course she is,” Catch said. “She’s the luckiest woman in the world. She can barely believe we’re all hers. Every single inch of us. More inches of some of us than others, not that—”

  “Shut up.” Turner glared at Catch and focused back on Matty. “Sure you want both of us?” he asked hesitantly.

  She gulped. “I’m sure. Well, as sure as I could ever be. If I think too much about this, I’ll freak out. I can’t quite believe I could be this lucky.”

  “We’re the lucky ones,” Turner said. “But you have to be certain this is what you want.”

  “He’s right,” Catch said. “I know you want me, but you really want his ugly mug too?”

  Matty smiled. “You balance each other. I want you both.”

  Turner lay down and stretched out his long legs. They were still on top of the duvet with her underneath.

  “What do you mean, we balance each other?” Catch asked.

  “Turner’s all dark and brooding and elegantly cool. He thinks a lot. You’re blond and scruffy and full of energy and you don’t think so much. You’re the most gorgeous guys I ever saw. You make me hot and you make me laugh.”

  “Me?” Turner’s brow furrowed.

  “I’ll never forget your face when you agreed to judge the cake competition. You looked as though you’d rather have nails hammered into your tongue. You do know the competition is tomorrow? They’re expecting you to make a cake for the committee to auction for charity.”

  Turner grimaced and Catch laughed.

  “See, that’s Turner’s funny face,” Matty said.

  “Yeah, it is pretty funny,” Catch said, his fingers dancing on the duvet. “So can we fuck now?”

  Matty stifled a snort. “That’s the other difference. Turner’s cautious and you jump straight in.”

  Turner edged closer. He rested on his side, tracing the line of her jaw with his finger before turning her face to his. “Do you trust us?”

  “Yes.” Matty’s reply was instant and honest. She did trust them.

  Catch snuck his hand under the duvet and played with her fingers.

  “You can say no anytime and we’ll stop,” Turner said. “You’re the one in control.”

  Matty nodded.

  “So, all systems go, ready for takeoff?” Catch asked.

  The duvet flew to the other side of the room and she squealed.

  “Oh Jesus, you are so beautiful,” Catch whispered. “Look at those rosy nipples.”

  He was just about to wrap his lips around one, and Matty squealed, “Stop.”

  Catch froze with his tongue almost touching her.

  “Just testing,” she said with a grin.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Matty’s heart pounded so hard she could hear the echo in her head. Tingles of electricity skittered up and down her spine, and an excess of nervous energy almost had her levitating.

  Oh my God. I’m going to have sex with two guys at the same time.

  The two most gorgeous guys in the world. And they wanted her. Between them. Under them. On top of them. She clamped her lips together to trap her whimper.

  Catch’s mouth still hovered above her nipple. He hadn’t blinked. Or breathed. Turner’s gaze flicked between her face and Catch’s, the hint of a smile on his lips. Matty had teased with the “stop” outburst and she understood she had to make the first move. Soon.

  She gulped and arched her back, lifting her breast and brushing Catch’s lips with her nipple. His eyes closed and he shuddered. When he began to suck, Matty felt the pull all the way to her core. She spread her fingers over his back and his muscles flexed and rippled under her caress. Butterflies fluttered in her belly, and as Turner’s mouth settled around her other nipple, they danced faster.

  “Wow,” Matty whispered, and dropped the fingers of her other hand onto Turner’s back.

  Hard to concentrate on anything while they played with her, their heads at her breasts, hands stroking her belly, her thighs pinned apart by their legs, her shoulders trapped by their hands. One sucked, one licked. One teased her nipple with his tongue, the other lapped. Teeth nipped, teeth pulled. Matty cried and moaned and panted as mist swirled ever thicker in her head and she sank into the mattress.

  How many hands and tongues did they have? Turner moved up to claim her mouth while Catch lingered on her breasts, burying his face in them and licking the valley between. Their hands sank lower, fingers tickling her groin, thumbs rhythmically stroking her hips until her world tipped and Matty began to slide. She could do nothing more than paw at their backs. What was that crap Turner spouted about her being in control? She’d never felt more helpless in her life. But they were going to make her fly and she’d never been more excited.

  As if they’d planned the movement together, Turner nipped her bottom lip while Catch’s teeth rasped her nipple and Matty’s breath whooshed out. She toppled over the edge of safety into a raging storm. Lightning crackled in her head and the thunder of her orgasm pounded through her, bolt after bolt of pleasure so intense, she held herself taut and willed her body not to stop coming.

  GodGodGodGod.

  “Matty, breathe,” Catch said.

  She’d gulp air in a minute because she didn’t want this to end, wanted to keep coming and never stop.

  “Now, Matty,” Turner snapped.

  She gasped and released a long sigh as she floated back to earth. When she opened her eyes, they were both staring at her.

  “Didn’t quite hit the spot then?” Catch asked, and bit back his smirk.

  She released a choked laugh. “Sorry. Were you doing something? I had a twinge in my back.”

  Turner flipped her over. “We’ll sort that out.”

  Matty started to say she’d been joking, but when they began to massage her, she pressed her lips together. Oh bliss. They used the heels of their palms, kneaded with their fingers and dug their thumbs into pressure points all over her back. Matty groaned with delight. While one worked the junction of her spine and neck and discovered some magic spot between her shoulder blades that had her quivering, the other concentrated on the sides of her spine and worked down to below her pelvis to make her legs tingle in that heady balance of pleasure and pain. Matty’s eyes filled at the sheer joy of their touch. All these lonely months negated by this moment. She pressed her face into the pillow so they couldn’t see her tears.

  By the time they turned her, she was floppy as a fish.

  “That wasn’t very clever,” she said with a groan. “I’m so relaxed, I could go to sleep.”

  “How many times shall we make her come?” Catch asked, and gave her a look that curled her toes.

  Turner stroked damp hair from her face. “What do you think, Matty?”

  “You want me to think as well as come? And talk? I can barely keep my eyes open.”

  They laughed.

  She glared. “Let me play with you and then you’ll see how f
unny it is.”

  “Soon,” Catch said.

  He gave his cock a slow pump and a ball of pre-cum formed at the tip. Matty ran her tongue over her lips, but Turner beat her to it. He dropped his head and scooped up the glistening bead from Catch’s cock. Oh God, that is so hot.

  “Share,” Matty said, and kissed him.

  Turner caught her head in his hands as his tongue pulsed against hers. The mixed-up taste made Matty’s head swim. When Catch’s finger slid over the moist folds of her sex, she whimpered into Turner’s mouth.

  “Come see what I’ve found,” Catch said.

  He and Turner licked a wet path down her body until their heads rested on her belly. When they kissed each other, the muscles of Matty’s pussy clenched. She slid the fingers of one hand into blond hair, the fingers of the other into dark as their fingers stroked the swollen folds between her legs.

  “So pretty,” Turner whispered. “Like the petals with a bud at the center.”

  If she thought about this, she’d die of embarrassment, but Matty had long stopped thinking. The guys spread her legs farther apart.

  “And wet,” Catch said. “Sopping. Plenty of nectar to share.”

  Fingertips touched her clit and she moaned deep in her throat. A finger slid inside her and began to pulse. Ultrasensitive to every touch, Matty writhed under the exquisite torment of devious tongues, deviant lips and devilish fingers. She lost track of who was doing what and wondered if she even cared. Warm breath washed her thighs as a fingertip circled and rubbed the knot of sensitive tissue. A persistent finger slid in and out of her pussy and spread her cream over her folds. Single finger penetration turned to two, and when a thumb brushed her anus, Matty trembled and clung tighter to their heads. The low ache in her belly and the tremor in her legs told her she was rising again. These two played her with the grace of skilled musicians, teasing the song from her body, building the melody in increments until every cell she had was ready to join the chorus.

  When a tongue licked her clit, Matty thought she’d pass out. Turner’s head rose to hers and his tongue speared her mouth as Catch buried his face between her legs and sucked her orgasm out of her. Matty shook with the force of her release, her limbs boneless as Turner wrapped her in his embrace.

  She wasn’t dead, but she had a feeling these two were going to kill her.

  Catch’s brain had gone haywire, one part throwing itself into the torrent and going with the flow, the other trying to stave off the inevitable by working out the square root of some number he kept forgetting. Easier to run through every possible combination the three of them could maneuver themselves into, provided Matty was flexible enough. Not just physically.

  If he thought too hard about what he was doing, sliding his tongue into her sweet honey, pulling the little nub of her clit between his teeth, and let himself take in the way Matty was reacting, her groans and breathy cries and her fingers yanking at his hair, well—his cock was going to explode. How embarrassing would that be? He could at least last longer than Turner.

  Couldn’t he?

  She came on his face, her intense taste bursting on his lips, and he thrust a hand down to grab his balls. Agony and ecstasy. She tasted better than anything he’d had in his mouth before. Sweet and flowery and— Shit, Turner and his bloody rosebud. Catch kept nuzzling as she came down, tempted to lick beyond her folds to the puckered circle but afraid of freaking her out.

  Turner looked as desperate as him. Catch was pleased to see he had his hand around his balls too. Did it matter who did what first, took charge of this virgin time together? Because Catch couldn’t wait any longer, not if he didn’t want to explode before he even got inside her.

  “Princess, how about you suck Turner while I fuck you?” he asked.

  “I’ve got a better idea,” she said.

  Catch shot Turner a glance and they smiled. They wanted an equal not a submissive. Three taking turns was perfect.

  “What’s funny?” Matty asked.

  “You—taking charge,” Turner said.

  She glared. “I could kick your butts. I’ll have you know I did a year of karate. I have a…taupe belt.”

  They both howled with laughter.

  “Now what’s funny?” she asked.

  “You are, princess.” Catch sighed with happiness. He’d been knocked away from the edge of desperation, and the weird thing was, he thought Matty had known exactly what she was doing.

  “So what’s the plan?” Turner asked.

  “We both suck you,” Matty said.

  Catch’s laugh collided with Turner’s groan.

  Turner groaned even louder when they had him on his back and began by kissing his feet. Catch swept his lips over Turner’s ankle and watched Matty copy him. He kissed up the hard muscle of Turner’s calf, licked the soft skin behind his knee and trailed his tongue the length of a firm thigh until he came face-to-face with Matty, Turner’s cock at attention between them. Turner’s fist still pressed down on his balls.

  “Wet your hand with your cream,” Catch whispered.

  When Matty wrapped glistening fingers around Turner’s cock, it was Catch who groaned loudest. She rubbed the cock head against her cheek and then coated her lips with pre-cum as if she were putting on lipstick. Then did it to Catch.

  “Oh fuck,” Turner moaned.

  Catch licked down from the crest of Turner’s shaft and kissed Matty when he met her at Turner’s white knuckles. The grin on her face made Catch’s heart leap.

  “How long do you give him?” she whispered.

  “Anything over ten seconds is worthy of an Olympic medal,” Turner said with a grunt.

  In a joint operation that had Catch’s body jumping with excitement, they teased Turner in a sucking, swallowing, nipping frenzy. One of them pumped Turner’s cock while the other rimmed the head. They swapped. Swapped again. All the time, Turner trembled beneath them. They forced his fingers from the root of his cock and played with his rock-hard balls, each taking one gently in a mouth. When Turner whimpered for them to stop, they paused to kiss each other.

  “No more,” Turner gasped.

  In a blur of motion, Catch found himself sandwiched between the two, Matty on her back looking up at him, Turner crouched behind, his cock pressed against Catch’s thigh. When cold lube trickled down the crease of his butt, Catch flinched. Matty wriggled out from under him.

  “Hey, where’re you going?” Catch asked.

  Matty kissed his cheek and slipped to the end of the bed. “I want to watch.”

  “No, I want you to participate,” Catch said. Damn that sounded like a whine.

  He braced himself on all fours as Turner rubbed a lube-slick finger down the valley of his ass. When a smaller finger joined in, Catch reached for his balls and yanked down. At this rate, he’d rip the damn things off.

  “It looks like a starburst,” Matty whispered.

  “A bullet hole in glass,” Turner said.

  Catch groaned. “Do you have to discuss my asshole?”

  “I’ve never seen one before,” she said.

  Turner laughed. Bastard.

  “Press around it, feel how tight the muscles are,” Turner said. “You have to trick your way inside. If Catch tries to push me out, it’s easier to slip in. Relaxing makes it harder to get inside, though when I’m in, he needs to relax.”

  Catch tried to stop listening, but he hadn’t imagined how Turner’s gentle explanations coupled with Matty’s tentative exploration would turn him on big-time. She didn’t know any of this. Why would she? One long, thick finger and one slender one piggybacked into his anus, and Catch sucked in a breath when they slid all the way inside.

  “Feel that?” Turner asked.

  “Fuck, yes,” Catch panted.

  “Not you.” Turner chuckled. “That’s the prostate gland, Matty. Catch likes that caressed back and forth like this. Gently, like you’re rubbing your eye.”

  Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Catch began to shake, the sensation sending pul
ses of energy shooting through his body.

  “You like it too?” she asked Turner.

  “Fuck, yes,” Catch said. “In fact, why don’t you torture him instead?”

  He had to let go of his balls to stop himself from collapsing. His knees and hands wobbled as he struggled to keep on all fours. Catch pressed his head down to the bed and sank his teeth into the sheet. His body convulsed violently, though he didn’t come, and he tried to crawl away from the fingers thrusting into him. He lifted his head and then he couldn’t move. Shit.

  Matty crawled under him and scooted down until she was looking up at his face. She smiled and he couldn’t even manage to smile back. The slightest movement would tip him over the brink. Catch had a sudden urge to bite her and the thought jolted him. He had his vampire pretty much suppressed. He could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times he’d fed directly. But his teeth were prickling.

  “Your eyes,” she whispered. “How do you make them do that?”

  Shit. He guessed green had gone blue.

  Turner wrapped his hands around Catch’s cock and guided it to Matty’s folds.

  “Don’t move until I push into you,” Turner told him. “It’ll be like we’re both fucking her.”

  It would feel like that if Catch could move, if he dared move. He suspected he’d spurt all over Matty’s folds the moment he nudged her with his cock.

  Turner’s hands slid around Catch’s hips. The blunt head of Turner’s erection probed at his anus, exerting pressure, and Catch concentrated on bearing down and breathed out. He bit back a cry as the wide crest of Turner’s cock popped through the ring of muscle and tried to relax into the intrusion. Turner stayed where he was, just inside, thighs against Catch’s thighs. Matty switched her gaze between the two of them, her eyes wide with excitement.

  “Now,” Turner whispered.

  The moment Catch felt Turner’s cock surging into him, the heat of the burn, the pleasurable pull, he pressed his own cock into Matty, sighing at the dual sensation, being filled and filling. A tight, warm pussy beneath him and a thick cock behind, one that on the first thrust had banged his prostate to send ripples of delight through his body—perfect.