by Lacey Thorn
“Fuck,” he gasped, tilting his hips forward and fucking her mouth. “Ahh, God, angel. You feel so good,” he rumbled out between teeth clenched tight. The cords on his neck stood out as he strained his hips closer and thrust a little deeper.
Kyle worked his fingers in and out of her, scissoring them and stretching her. It wouldn’t take much to prepare her. She might not have been with a man for a while, but she did have a wide variety of toys, which included anal playthings. She really enjoyed anal sex, experiencing some of her most intense orgasms during it. She rocked back into Kyle, riding his fingers.
She was just wondering what Scott was doing when he spoke up.
“She’s ready. Hell, she’s more than ready. I can see how easily she’s taking your fingers.” He grunted. “Do you think you could comfortably handle a cock in your pussy and one in your ass?”
She let Travis’ cock slide reluctantly from her mouth. “Yes,” she panted. “I’ve used two toys before. I’m sure I can handle it.” No way was she bringing up the fact she’d used toys during sex with other men, not when she finally had these three in her bed.
She didn’t have time to say anything else. As soon as she said yes, they were moving her. Scott slid onto the bed, and the three of them urged her to straddle him. His head was at the foot of the bed, which would help place her in the perfect position to continue feasting on Travis. She could feel Kyle shifting back into place behind her. His hands smoothed over her ass checks before spreading them. She felt the brush of his cockhead over her anus and realized he must have grabbed condoms. One landed on the bed beside her, and Scott reached for it, ripping it open and rolling it on.
“I put plenty of lube on,” Kyle said as the head lodged against her hole. “Let me know if you need me to stop.”
That was all the warning she got before he started pushing in. She moaned and lowered her torso to Scott’s chest. She took a deep breath and held it, then pressed back into Kyle, forcing his cock past the tight ring of muscle. She expelled the air with a cry as he forged deeper until she felt the tap of his balls against her. Full—she was incredibly full and only going to get fuller when Scott joined them.
“You okay?” Scott asked and nudged her head up to meet his gaze.
“Yes,” she panted. “Kyle’s a little bigger than my toy,” she said in an effort to lighten things up. It worked as she was rewarded with masculine chuckles.
“We’ll get you new ones,” Kyle promised behind her.
She could hear the strain in his voice. She must feel as good to him as he did to her.
“Join us,” she offered Scott. “I want to feel you inside me, too.”
Scott groaned and reached down to grip his dick and bring it to her pussy. He ran it along her lips several times.
“Widen your knees just a bit so you sink just a little lower,” he urged.
Both she and Kyle moaned as she followed Scott’s directions and slid her knees wider on the bed, lowering her pussy the few inches Scott needed. He grabbed her hips just under where Kyle’s hands clasped her and this time when he slid through her pussy lips he lodged at her opening. Catching her gaze and holding it, he thrust up into her then eased out only to thrust again. Back and forth he worked until she had every inch of his cock buried inside her.
The pressure was intense. For a moment, she felt as if she might split apart. Then she knew she needed them to fuck her.
“Fuck me,” she begged unashamedly. “Fuck me, now.”
She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations as they began moving inside her. One would retreat while the other filled her. They found a rhythm that seemed to work for all of them and soon were panting from it. She felt the bed shift and glanced over to see Travis’ knee on the bed. He had his cock in hand and was pumping those long fingers of his up and down the shaft, swirling them over the head.
“Still hungry?” he asked as he teased her with his inches.
She lifted her head, bracing her weight on her hands as she pushed up just enough to reach his cock with her mouth. She licked her lips and moaned with anticipation. Travis chose that moment to press his cock against her lips, seeking access. She sucked in the head, surrounding it with her lips and wrapping her tongue up, over and around his dick. One of Travis’ hands slid through her hair, holding her head up while he began fucking her mouth.
“Oh, yeah.” Travis groaned.
With Kyle pitching her forward and Travis tugging her closer, she’d shifted up far enough for Scott to reach her nipples. He sucked eagerly on them, using his entire mouth to tease the aching buds and increase her pleasure. And she was climbing closer and closer to another orgasm.
She rocked between Kyle and Scott, trying to meet both of their thrusts. She moved her mouth in tandem with Travis’ thrusts, sucking and swirling. Her vision began to blur as she rose higher. Her body tensed, the muscles in her legs and stomach clenching and locking as she hovered on the edge just waiting to fly. Then she was there, her cries muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her fingers clenched in the bed, and she held perfectly still between the three of them, unable to do anything but feel.
“That’s it,” Scott said. “Milk me with your pussy.” He groaned.
“Ahh, fuck!” Kyle cried and slammed deep, grinding his pelvis against her ass.
Travis slid his cock out of her mouth and moved his knee off the edge of the bed. She was too enraptured with what was coursing through her body to pay attention to where he went. God, it felt so good—better than any other sexual encounter before. Maybe this was why she’d been lusting after them for so long. Maybe she’d instinctively known how good it would be.
Kyle grunted and tugged his cock free, making her cry out at the sudden emptiness. He moved away with a pat to her ass. Before she could really mourn the loss, Scott had her flipped over and was pumping his cock fast and furiously into her. She let her limp legs sprawl and reached out, sliding her arms under his to dig her fingers in his back by his shoulder blades. His wicked pace had her orgasm rising impossibly higher, robbing her of any oxygen.
She squeezed shut her eyes, mouth gaping open as she ceased to breathe for one moment in time. Scott yelled, his muscles flexing as he reached his own orgasm.
“Breathe, babe. Breathe,” he said, and he shifted so his chest landed beside her on the bed and not on top of her. “That’s it. Inhale. Exhale. Don’t pass out on us.”
She blinked up at him—eyes slowly focusing again as she felt a smile soften her lips. “I’m not passing out.”
“You sure?” Scott teased.
She nodded as she sucked air into her starved lungs.
Scott ran his hands softly over her before gritting his teeth and slipping his cock out of her pussy. He heaved a breath and rolled off of her.
Travis loomed over her but made no move to take her. He seemed content to jack his cock with his hand while looking at her sprawled boneless on the bed.
“Fuck me.” She slurred out the words.
Travis grinned but shook his head. “Next time,” he promised. “I think you’re done in for now.”
She disagreed and would have pouted if she’d had the energy.
“Would it be all right if I jacked off on you?” he asked.
She licked her lips. “Only if you put it in my mouth.”
“Jesus, Bre.” He groaned. “I don’t want to exhaust you any more than you already are.”
“I’m a little winded,” she admitted. “That just means you’ll have to do most of the work to start out with, but I’ll make it up to you. Promise. So stop teasing me. Either slide up here and give me a bedtime snack or put a condom on and fuck me.”
He held out his hand, and Scott tossed him a condom. She kept her gaze glued to Travis as he rolled the condom over his cock and moved to join her on the bed. He shifted easily between her sprawled thighs and used one hand to line up his cock and ease it inside. Slow. That’s how he took her—slow and easy, as if she were suddenly fragile, and he was afraid
of breaking her.
“Fuck me,” she urged.
He glanced at her with a tender look in his eyes. “Enough fucking,” he said, leaning down to her. “I want to make love.”
The hair on his chest rubbed over her nipples, and it felt as good as she’d imagined it would. He smiled, his gaze firmly fixed on hers as he made love to her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to her. “I’ve always thought that. I could talk to any girl in the room except you.”
“You talk to me all the time,” she challenged.
“I treated you like one of the guys because I was scared to death of putting myself out there and having you walk away. I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.”
“What?” she asked, unable to believe his words.
“We all feel that way,” Travis told her. “You were the topic of many late-night conversations between us, and many arguments, as well, since we all wanted you and none of us were willing to step aside.”
“I never knew,” she said, reaching up to touch his face. “I’ve always wondered what the hell was wrong with me that I couldn’t chose between you three, that I wanted you all.”
“We’ll talk more later.” Travis panted as he increased his tempo. “All of us.”
“Yes,” she agreed, lifting her knees to clasp his hips while she slid her fingers into his thick hair. She arched her back, wanting to feel the rasp from the hair on his chest against her nipples. Then she held him as he cried out and began thrusting in jerky movements as he came.
The night had been perfect, utterly perfect. She stroked her hands up and down Travis’ back as he fell heavily atop her. His lips pressed a breathless kiss against her jaw as he gasped for air. She glanced up as Scott strode in from her adjourning bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Kyle’s in the shower,” he said.
“I can’t move.” Travis groaned then proved himself a liar when he heaved himself off her. “I’m next. Unless you want to,” he said, looking down at her.
“I’ll wait until I can talk my body into cooperating again,” she said.
Travis smiled at her and slipped one hand down to grip his dick as he tugged it free. He ran his fingers softly down her arm before walking toward the bathroom where she could hear water running.
“Hurry it up,” he yelled.
She heard Kyle say something back but couldn’t make out the words.
“You okay?” Scott asked as he joined her on the bed. He trailed his fingers over her softening nipples as if he couldn’t bear not to touch her.
“I’ve never felt better,” she assured him. “Sore, but in a really fantastic way.”
“I meant what I said earlier,” he told her. “I don’t want a one-night stand. None of us do. We might have come here with the plan to urge you to choose one of us, but that ended when you took all of us to your bed.”
“And how will this work?” she questioned. “The three of you sharing me?”
He shrugged his massive shoulders. “We’ll figure it out as we go. All I know is now that I’ve had you, no one will ever do. Jesus, Brenna, I—” He shook his head, cutting off his words midstream. “I’m getting ahead of myself. You look exhausted. Why don’t you rest while I figure out how the hell we’re all going to sleep tonight on this bed of yours. I’ll wake you up when it’s your turn in the shower.”
“Mmkay,” she murmured around a yawn.
He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and let his fingers linger there as his gaze raked over her. And even as she drifted off she wondered what he’d been about to say, and if it was anything like the words that floated in her mind.
Chapter Four
Brenna woke up alone in her bed. She slowly stretched, feeling the soreness appreciatively. One glance at the bedside table revealed a bottle of lube and one of her favorite toys. Damn! Had last night been merely a dream? She lay back and vividly recalled every moment of last night. Was it possible she’d had all three men in her bed? She groaned and closed her eyes again.
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid,” she berated herself, but what a dream it had been.
“What’s stupid?”
She sat up in her bed with a shriek and watched Kyle bobble the tray he was carrying, almost spilling it onto her floor.
“Christ almighty, woman! You just scared ten years off my life!” he bellowed, putting the tray on her dresser and coming over to sit on the bed beside her. His hands shook when he touched her. “Are you all right? Did something spook you? Are you hurt?”
“You’re here,” was all she could think to say.
He gave her a funny look and lifted one brow in a high arch. “You didn’t say we needed to leave last night. I thought we were starting something. No one-night stands, remember?”
“I…” She trailed off, feeling incredibly silly now. Then her whole body began to glow from the inside out. It hadn’t been a dream. It was real. Last night had been real, and all those aches weren’t from her toys.
“And now you’re grinning like you’ve just hit the lottery. You’re scaring me again,” Kyle admitted.
She giggled and reached for him. He came against her, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close. She felt his lips brush over her hair.
“You feel perfect,” he whispered. “I’d love to start every morning like this.”
“Me, too,” she shyly whispered back. “Where are Scott and Travis?”
“Scott had an early morning breakfast scheduled with a client that he couldn’t cancel.”
“On a Saturday?”
Kyle laughed. “It’s a new office building going up downtown. Big job.”
She nodded, understanding that work often took up part of their weekends. “Travis?”
“Headed out to the current site to make sure everything is wrapping up nicely,” Kyle answered. “Leaving me to spend time with you.”
“Now I see why you didn’t go into construction with them,” she said with a laugh.
“I put in my own weekend hours,” he noted. “And they use me just as much.”
“It’s nice to have a lawyer in our pocket.”
“I’ll be anywhere you want me,” he replied huskily and leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips. Just a gentle brush of skin before he pulled away and grabbed the tray once more. “I made breakfast. Nothing fancy. An omelet, bacon, toast and coffee—creamer no sugar.”
She smiled again. “Smells heavenly. Join me?” she asked as he set the tray over her lap. She made sure the sheet was tucked under her arms and adjusted the pillow behind her back while he held the tray steady.
“Let me grab my coffee,” he said and stepped out of the room.
She opened her mouth in a silent scream and kicked her feet, almost dumping her coffee. She couldn’t help it. She was so excited. Scott, Travis and Kyle had spent last night making love to her, talking about doing it again. They wanted her. Maybe as much as she wanted them. It was definitely something to get giddy about.
“You light the whole room up when you smile like that,” Kyle said as he entered the room again, a steaming cup in his hand.
“I’m feeling pretty lucky this morning.”
“I think that was last night, and we were the lucky ones,” Kyle deadpanned.
She laughed. “I’d say all four of us were lucky.”
“Eat,” he ordered. “Before it gets cold.”
She did as she was told, moaning with the first bite. “Mhmm. This is so good. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“It’s an omelet, not a gourmet meal,” Kyle said with a chuckle. “But, yeah, I like to cook. I enjoy food.”
She glanced at his perfect body and lifted a brow.
“Please, I’ve been friends with Scott since we were kids. I know my way around a gym. And Travis and I play basketball three times a week.”
“I’m definitely not complaining,” she murmured around another bite.
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“I try to,” she admitted. “I don’t set an alarm on the weekend. My internal clock usually wakes me early no matter what time I go to bed.”
“We wore you out last night.”
“You did,” she agreed, lifting a forkful of omelet to his lips. “And I enjoyed every moment of it.” She took a drink of coffee while he ate.
“Maybe we can go for a run together once breakfast settles?” Kyle suggested.
“I’d like that,” she said with a nod.
“We’ve missed out on so much over the years,” Kyle stated gruffly.
“What do you mean?”
“We sat back and waited, which is out of character for all of us. But we did it for you because we didn’t want to lose you.”
“Why would you lose me?”
“By making a move when you weren’t interested in being more than friends. By wanting you to pick, knowing the two not chosen would be hurt. Last night… I hope it’s the start of something for all of us.” He stopped and shook his head.
“What?” she asked.
“Every time I see you, you take my breath away. I remember when Chuck told us his girlfriend was coming over and bringing her best friend. He ordered us to behave around you. We were a little pissed off and bitter about sharing our space. Then you walked in, and I damn near swallowed my tongue.”
“God, I looked awful back then.”
“You couldn’t look awful if you tried.”
“I—”
“Stop,” he said, putting his finger against her lip. “You’ve always been beautiful to us, and that won’t change.”
“Thank you. I’ve always thought you were the beautiful one. You should have taken up modeling. You certainly have the looks for it.”
“I am devastatingly handsome,” he quipped and turned his head to pose for her. Then he laughed. “Yeah, I don’t have the patience for that. I’d much rather be curled up at home with a good book then hamming it up in front of a camera.”
