by S. K. Yule
She lay across the bed longwise on her back. Her head dangled off the side. She reached behind her and gripped the back of Courtenay’s thick thighs, urging him forward until the tip of his cock came into view, passed her forehead and touched her lips. She twirled her tongue around the head and was rewarded with another of his deep grunts. Suddenly, she took him halfway into her mouth, then just as quickly let him slip out and licked the salty tip again.
“Do you like that?” When she peered up at him, the green of his eyes was nearly hidden by half-closed lids.
“Fuck, yes.” His words were low, raspy and sexy.
“I love the way you taste.” She ran her tongue over her lips as if to prove the point. It was not only his mouth that tasted wild and exotic.
“I’m going to come in that sweet little mouth of yours, my lady.” He rotated his hips and his shaft nudged at her mouth.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she moaned. “But I want Weston and Talbot to join us now.”
“They can do whatever they like, so long as you keep sucking my cock.”
“Will you two join us?” She leaned her head back farther until she could see Weston and Talbot.
“Hell, yes!” Both men answered at the same time.
She felt giddy. She’d never imagined it would be this easy to get all three men to agree to be with her at the same time. Then again, these men were wild. She wondered if they’d ever shared a woman before. She hoped not. She wanted to be their first. The mattress dipped as Weston and Talbot got onto the bed on either side of her. She returned to Courtenay’s delicious shaft and licked a long path from the head to the base. She gripped his heavy sac in one hand and fondled the balls that were drawn up tight against his body.
Firm hands gripped each of her knees—she didn’t know if they were Weston’s or Talbot’s, which only added to the intensity of the situation—pulled them outward and pushed them up toward her shoulders where Courtenay bent and cupped them from behind, holding them wide and exposing her completely. She should feel humiliation at being spread before their eyes, but all she felt was gloriously wanton.
She continued sucking on Courtenay’s shaft, taking it deeper and deeper down her throat while he pumped lazily between her lips. Hands touched her everywhere; her breasts, her nipples her stomach and her thighs. A delicious pressure started on her clit where a thumb rubbed against her in circles. She tried to squirm in delight but was held effectively immobile by Courtenay’s big hands, displayed for whatever they decided to do to her. She moaned around him, and he grunted in obvious appreciation of the vibrations on his shaft.
When two long fingers pushed inside her slick sheath, and a hot mouth sucked her nipple deep before a tongue laved it, her cry of pleasure was muffled by the thick cock sliding down her throat. She’d never imagined an experience such as this. Her blood sang at the wicked deliciousness of these men as fingers slid effortlessly in and out of the wetness of her desire.
“God she’s so tight and wet. So good.” Weston’s words made her inner muscles clench even harder around him, and he grunted.
She swallowed Courtenay deep down her throat again and again, only releasing him long enough to take a few breaths. His pumping into her grew to a frantic pace, his hands holding her wide while her body was touched in every erotic place imaginable and fingers slid over every inch of her hot flesh. She dug her nails into the backs of his thighs, and he plunged into her yet faster.
“I’m going to come—God! You know how to suck a man’s cock.” Courtenay’s words were low and breathless.
She tightened her lips around him and sucked harder while she ran her tongue along his length with every thrust. She squeezed his solid buttocks, and within moments, they tightened and he groaned. His hot seed shot down her throat in long pulses. She swallowed and milked every last salty drop from him.
When he backed away, her breath hitched at the sight of him. He was gorgeous, with his brooding eyes and tousled hair. She licked her lips and watched him for a moment before Weston and Talbot dragged her all the way onto the bed.
Weston was between her now-freed legs, and Talbot was laving her nipples with his tongue while gently kneading her breasts. Every pull of his mouth tugged at invisible strings in her core and flooded her with renewed desire. Her body was an overload of sensation, and she wanted more.
Weston’s lean, powerful body was as glorious as Jeremy’s. His thinner build was no less impressive with every muscle beautifully sculpted. His shoulders were wide, and his narrow hips fit deliciously between her thighs. Talbot’s body was no less impressive. His broad back and thicker muscles would be the envy of any artist, and all three had impressive shafts. She hungered to feel each one imbedded deep inside her. They would fill her weeping sheath with no room to spare, and her muscles would clamp around each, savoring every pulse, every thrust.
“Wonderful, that feels wonderful.” She pushed her fingers deep into Talbot’s hair and pulled his head tightly to her.
“Anything for my lady.” Talbot’s eyes glistened at her for a moment before he continued his wicked assault on her nipples.
“Jeremy, secure her ankle.”
Lucy lifted her head as Courtenay moved to obey Weston’s request. She moaned a protest, but even to her own ears it sounded like assent. Courtenay pulled her straightened leg toward him while Weston pushed the other in the opposite direction. She was spread wider than ever to them. From under heavy, passion-laden lids she watched Weston kiss her calf and work his way to her thigh. She tensed in anticipation and waited for him to put his mouth against the place she wanted him most. She let out a strangled gasp, a gasp that begged for him to continue, and he did.
He was very talented. His tongue flicked over her core and delved inside. He pulled her delicate folds into his mouth and suckled her clit until she writhed in sweet agony. He pushed two fingers deep inside her, and she strained toward him while he plundered her with his hand and tortured her with his tongue.
Courtenay nibbled her other calf and thigh while Weston continued working the tiny bundle of nerves, sending spikes of pleasure through her with every touch of his lips. Talbot nibbled up her neck and took her mouth in a sweet, consuming kiss. He was not nearly as dominating as Courtenay, but had just as much of an effect on her. His tongue tangled with hers, and she reached down to encircle his shaft. He scooted closer to give her better contact without breaking the kiss.
He swallowed the moans Weston and Courtenay enticed from her, and she in turn swallowed his groans while she stroked him—first slowly then quicker—from tip to base. The head dripped a slippery, clear liquid that allowed her hand to glide over him with ease. A fine sheen of sweat broke on her skin, and she was nearing the precipice of her climax. One little push and she’d go over. However, it was as if Weston knew she was close each time and backed off, giving her time to regain control before torturing her once again to the edge.
Chapter Ten
She was nearly out of her mind in euphoric bliss. The big hands touching her, stroking her, lips torturing, caressing and drawing every inch of pleasure from her body were almost more than her senses could take. God, she never wanted it to stop. Suddenly, all three men’s hands stilled and Talbot stopped kissing her.
“It’s time, lady.” Weston stroked a finger down her knee.
“Time for what?” The words tore from her chest in ragged delight, even though the intense looks on the men’s faces were a little unsettling.
Weston crawled up the bed beside her, opposite from Talbot, and lay on his back. “Straddle me, lady.”
Though they’d had no chance to confer, they obviously had some intention she was unaware of. Wondering whether she should trust them as she did, she straddled Weston’s body as he had instructed. His hard shaft pressed her intimately. Her groan became a small squeak when he grabbed her by the hips and scooted down the bed, holding her on top of him. Courtenay came up behind her on his knees and pushed her forward with a firm hand in the
middle of her back, and Talbot positioned himself by her head.
“Now what?” Her whisper was barely audible, even to herself.
“Now we all win the bet.” Weston’s reply came seconds before he sank deep inside her.
A moan still rasped from her throat at Weston’s welcomed invasion when Talbot tangled his fingers in her hair and positioned her lips over his shaft. He lazily pumped into her mouth while he held the base of his cock with his other hand. He was in full control, and she lapped at him hungrily while her greedy lips welcomed the invasion. Weston remained motionless inside her, and just as she began to wonder why he wasn’t moving, Courtenay spread her cheeks wide and she gasped around Talbot.
“This sweet arse is mine, lady.” Courtenay placed the tip of one long finger at the tight opening he’d just exposed.
Her face flamed hot, but not as hot as her body burned. To her amazement, instead of feeling appalled, she thought she might faint with excitement despite her hesitation. But any hesitation fled when he worked at her snug, virginal opening, pushing his finger deeper and yet deeper, stretching her a little at a time, readying her.
She pushed back onto him and another finger slid inside. The fit was unbelievably tight, and her pleasure teetered on pain, yet she ached for more. Courtenay didn’t disappoint. He spread his fingers, stretching her even more. She gasped and panted around Talbot, sucking him deeper down her throat while his thrusts increased to a frantic jerking motion.
Weston bucked once under her, and her muscles clenched in response. Courtenay removed his fingers, and she nearly cried out at the sudden emptiness, but he quickly placed the tip of his shaft to her opening. She’d never let a man take her there, had never experienced a desire to allow such a carnal invasion. Until now. He pushed into her inch by inch, allowing her to grow accustomed to his possession. With Weston’s impressive girth already inside her, Courtenay stretched her to her limits, his invasion teetering her on the brink of pain.
If she thought Weston’s shaft and Courtenay’s fingers had filled her, that was nothing to the pressure of both inside her now. As she relaxed and stretched to accommodate them, the intensity of the sensations stole the breath from her lungs. Lightening brighter than the storm’s flashed behind her eyelids and sweat dotted her brow.
“She is so fucking tight.” Courtenay grunted.
“You don’t have to tell me. I’m here with you.” Weston spoke between clenched teeth.
She panted harder as Courtenay nudged deeper inside until he was finally seated fully. Weston was the first to move, and when he did, she instantly came. She cried out around Talbot while her body shook with her orgasm, and tears of pleasure stung her eyes. Weston continued pumping into her, plowing right through the waves of her climax and clenching of her muscles. A strangled gasp escaped her throat, and within moments, her body flared back to life on the heels of her first release. Every muscle quivered, and when Courtenay pulled from her and thrust back home, she thought she’d black out from the sheer pleasure of it.
Talbot increased his rhythm and she sucked him harder, savoring the musky taste of him. He plundered her mouth while Weston and Courtenay relentlessly pounded into her body. Within moments Talbot cried out, pulled out of her mouth and bunched the blanket around his shaft while he climaxed into it. Weston yanked her head to his and took her mouth in a possessive but lazy kiss.
He drank her cries while he and Courtenay conquered her with their cocks. Her muscles clenched around them, and Courtenay grunted directly before his hot seed flooded her.
Seconds later, Courtenay pulled out of her and Weston thrust harder and faster. He broke the kiss and bent his head to suck one of her nipples deep into his mouth. She fell over the edge once again, and Weston’s release followed her climax within seconds. She felt boneless, and she was sure she’d never be able to move again. She was satiated. Every single inch of her zinged in ecstasy, and her eyes felt heavy and tired. Before she dozed off, she felt hands, warm, comforting hands, lift her and tuck her under the blankets.
****
Before morning, she awoke to gentle touches. The light had been extinguished, the room was black, and the storm still raged outside while hands and mouths roamed over every inch of her body. She was stroked, caressed and cherished. There was always a mouth on her lips, her breasts and her core. She didn’t know who touched her where, only gaining a glimpse of golden skin here and there as the lightning flashed intermittently outside, brightening the room for a mere second before it was plunged into darkness once again.
She wanted to touch and return the pleasure bestowed upon her, but each time she blindly reached for one of them, her arms were restrained. She was held down and deliciously ravished. She thought she might die from the sheer rapture, the feelings enhanced by the sporadic grunts and sighs whispered through the room as they stroked her, licked her, kissed her and mercilessly teased her. The smell of sex in the air proved to be a delicious and powerful aphrodisiac.
They took their time, coaxing her slowly to a fevered pitch. When she tumbled over into oblivion, she thought the sweet torture would stop, but they merely switched places and started over again. They brought her to release three times. She found that amusing and wondered if each of the three wanted to prove what pleasure he could give her.
If so, all three succeeded beyond a shadow of a doubt. She had never felt so cherished and cared for.
She wasn’t sure what she’d expected at the start of this journey, but not this. She’d never imagined in her wildest dreams that three men could be so generous, not only sharing her, but each taking meticulous care to make sure she was pleasured. She’d thought men focused on their own pleasure. Even as she wanted them, she’d thought they might use her, then despise her. Instead, they treated her as if she were a rare treasure.
She sighed and drifted slowly back to sleep, more content than she could remember being for a long time, snuggled between warm male bodies. No, not just that. She snuggled between her lovers. Muscled arms wrapped around her, a hair roughened leg wedged between her thighs, her head rested on a muscular chest, and she was deliciously sore. She was replete, and she was in trouble. She’d fallen in love with all three.
****
When she awoke it was dawn. Weston and Talbot lounged on either side of her and Courtenay lay across the bed at her feet, head resting on his hand above a propped elbow.
“So the lady awakes at last.” Talbot placed a lingering kiss on her lips.
Weston followed with a gentle squeeze to her breast, and she squeaked when Courtenay nipped a toe that had wiggled out from under the covers.
“What time is it?” She sat up in alarm.
“Too early for anyone else to be awake.”
She scrambled off the bed. “They will be rising soon. I can’t let them find out about us.”
“You have guests right here that are rising too, my lady.” Talbot flashed a lopsided grin.
“Who the hell cares what they think?” Courtenay watched her with his unsettling eyes.
“I care, sir. Surely, you—none of you—is so blind as to not understand the scandal this would cause?” Not to mention she’d never find a husband—old, young, or otherwise—if her romp with The Trio found its way outside of this room.
“Are you really asking us that?” Weston smiled.
She rounded on them. “How can you be so generous, yet so selfish? You can afford to disregard your reputations. I wish I were a man, a lord—”
“We don’t,” Talbot answered, his voice sincere.
“You know nothing about what I need to do, or why. To you, I’m merely a plaything. I have to get back to my room.” She snatched her nightgown from the floor.
She tried not to look at them. It didn’t help that Weston’s and Talbot’s nudity was barely covered by the sheet, or that Courtenay wore only a pair of trousers that hung precariously low over his hips, the top button left undone.
She turned away and pulled on her nightgown. She had to
wash thoroughly and dress perfectly so that not the slightest hint of the night’s adventures would show to her guests at breakfast. What would Beatrice say, or even her faithful Roberta?
Before her hand could turn the door knob, she was seized from behind. Courtenay held her against his chest. Her feet dangled off the floor. He kissed her neck, and she moaned at the feel of his lips on her sensitive skin.
“You are our plaything, my lady. Just as we are yours. What’s unfair about that?” His lips neared her ear. “Don’t I at least deserve a goodbye kiss?”
“What if I don’t want this to be goodbye?” She sighed.
Courtenay didn’t reply. He simply turned her to face him, let her slide down his hard body and covered her mouth with his. He cupped her cheek while he kissed her hungrily, stroking her tongue with his own, nipping and then soothing. More clearly than words could, it told her he didn’t want it to be goodbye, either. He pulled back after a few moments, but before she had time to recover, another hand snaked around Courtenay and pulled her away from his arms.
She came up against Talbot’s chest. Cupping her nape, he placed his lips to her neck and nibbled a path to her jaw that finally found her lips. His kiss was gentle, one she would almost consider friendly comfort but for the passion that sizzled under the surface. She ran her hand up his chest and cried out when she was jerked to yet another bare chest.
Weston wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him. His mouth was firm on hers. His tongue danced along the seam of her lips until they readily opened for him. Where Courtenay’s kiss was demanding, and Talbot’s gentle, Weston’s was possessive. She felt as if he was branding her as his own, imprinting himself on her. She couldn’t lie to herself. All three men were branded on her, and she knew they would be so forever.
