Stockholm Surrender

by Lily Harlem

  James stretched his arms out to me, his flushed face holding a deadly serious expression.

  I smiled, rolled down my knickers and tossed them into the corner of the room. Crawling onto the bed, I positioned myself over James on my hands and knees, dropped my face to within a few inches of his.

  “Do you want to feel how wet I am for you and Ty?” I asked, surprising myself at how husky my voice sounded.

  He swallowed and nodded.

  “So touch me,” I whispered. “Touch me all over, touch me where you want to put your cock.”

  He slid his hands up my back and ’round to my breasts. Tugged and tweaked my nipples with a little more confidence than before. I released a sigh of approval.

  “You feel like silk,” he murmured. “Your skin is so soft.”

  “She’s beautiful,” Ty said.

  I became aware of Ty’s hands on me too. Stroking up my back, tickling around the top of my arms. I dipped my head and kissed James, probed my tongue into his mouth. He responded with uncertainty and I upped the passion, showed him that I wanted his kisses.

  After a few minutes of soothing his hesitation, I stared down into his eyes. “Touch my pussy,” I murmured. “Remind yourself of what it’s like to be with a woman.”

  As his attention left my breasts and trailed over my stomach, my clit trembled with anticipation. I was so turned-on, so desperate for male touch and stimulation. Ty was spreading kisses over my shoulder blades, his warm breaths gentle on my flesh.

  I continued to study James’ eyes as he slipped his fingers through my slick folds. The dark depths of his pupils became swirling vats of lust, then glazed over as he found and dipped into my entrance.

  “Oh god, you’re so wet and warm, you feel so damn sexy,” he said, awe in his voice.

  “Mmm, you’re sexy,” I whispered, letting the stubble on his chin scratch my cheek as I spoke against his jaw. “Push into me, feel how tight I am, feel how much I’m going to squeeze your cock when you shove into me.”

  He groaned and buried his fingers deeper into my channel, stroked right over my G-spot.

  “Oh yes, yes,” I hissed, sinking down for more impalement. “That’s it, James, right there.”

  “Ah fuck, Penny, you’re incredible. Jesus, Winters, she’s so small.”

  “Small but perfect,” Ty murmured in my ear. “Absolutely perfect.”

  I twisted to look at Ty and my lips were immediately caught in his hungry kiss. James set up a rhythm in my pussy, gliding in and out as Ty’s tongue delved into my mouth. I groaned—a soft, contented noise that stemmed from being surrounded by hot male muscle and eager cock.

  “Oh god, I’ve got to get inside you,” James gasped.

  I broke my kiss with Ty and looked down at James. His cheeks were red and there were several spots of perspiration on his forehead.

  It was time.

  I sat upright so I was kneeling over him with his cock pointing toward my spread pussy.

  “Please, take it slow,” he said, resting his hands on my thighs. “Real slow, okay?”

  “Of course.” Wriggling my hips, I caught the smooth, hard head of his cock within my folds and sank a fraction to ensure I had him just where I wanted.

  Perfect, a controlled, steady drop and I would take his long cock right into my body.

  I looked at Ty, who was at my side, reached for his shoulders and pulled him to me.

  “You okay, baby?” he asked.

  “Yes, oh, yes, but hold me, please hold me up.” I gripped him and felt his arms wrap around me. My limbs were trembling with sexual excitement at what we were doing, at what James was enjoying after such a long abstinence. I felt honored to be the one giving his body pleasure after all he’d been through.

  I dropped down a little, feeling James tense beneath me as the first inch of his cock was swallowed by my pussy.

  “That’s it,” Ty murmured, “nice and slow.”

  A shiver of desire snaked up my spine. The urge to just sit all the way down, impale myself on James fast and hard was almost irresistible, but Ty had me, he was holding me tight, allowing my body to sink just the tiniest amount.

  “Ty,” I gasped, absorbing the stretch. “Ty, I…”

  “What, baby?”

  “I…” I curled my fingers into the firm flesh of his shoulders. “Oh god, I love you so much, I love you.”

  “Baby, I love you too.” He kissed me softly and allowed me to sink onto James a bit more.

  I gasped into Ty’s mouth as James’ rounded glans smoothed over my already stimulated G-spot. He was so steely hard, so rigid against the soft walls of my pussy, it felt divine.

  “Oh fuck, Penny,” James gasped, gripping my thighs. “You feel amazing.”

  As I sank lower, wiry pubic hair and hard pubic bone finally connected with my clit. I stilled, loving the feeling of being so full. Ty continued to kiss me, his hands sweeping up my breasts, softly pinching my nipples and tugging them to points.

  “Does he feel good inside you?” Ty asked, his lips creating a hot trail over my cheek.

  “Yes, oh yes, Ty, I want to come.”

  “You will, baby, soon, but right now you’ve just got to lean forward and let me inside you too.”

  Through my lusty haze my mind reeled. “What?”

  “Lean forward.” Ty released me and, by applying a gentle pressure between my shoulder blades, tipped me over James.

  My stimulated breasts were pressed flat on James’ chest and my lips hovered above his. I braced my hands on the pillow on either side of his head and looked down at him.

  “Ah Penny,” James gasped, the change in position obviously giving him new sensations.

  I was just about to question Ty further when I became aware of him shuffling behind me, settling between James’ legs and pressing light kisses to the small of my back. “Shh, keep still a minute or two,” he said. “While I get you ready for me.”

  Suddenly I realized exactly what he had in mind.

  Damn, he is so bad.

  I loved it.

  He explored down the cleft of my ass cheeks, tickling over my anus and applying a gentle pressure to my perineum. “Fuck, you look so hot with a cock in your pussy,” he murmured, stroking the taut skin of my entrance. “So full and stretched.”

  “Ty,” I said on a hot, panting breath.

  “You have such a pretty pussy, and such a sweet ass.”

  As he spoke he applied pressure to the very center of my anus. I groaned and willed myself not to writhe back for entry. The way James was breathing in short, sharp breaths told me it wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge, and it wasn’t time, not yet. Not if Ty was going to do what he planned.

  “Here you go,” Ty said, slipping a moist finger into me.

  “Oh god,” I gasped, the shocking sensation and the nip of pain utterly thrilling.

  “What’s he doing?” James asked, threading his hands into my hair and staring up at me.

  “He’s, he’s going to fuck my ass,” I whispered.

  “Oh Jesus, Winters,” James groaned. “I’m trying to last more than a minute here, you know.”

  “It’s all good,” Ty said in a sexy but firm voice. “You two just keep still. I’ll do all the work.”

  I bit down on my lip as another lubed finger slid into me and began to soothe my tight ring, forcing it into relaxation. The stretch was as carnal as it was erotic and I welcomed each stinging sensation he created.

  “Please, Ty, get inside me,” I groaned. “I need you in me. I need you both in me.” My throbbing clit was crushed against James, my pussy full and my ass screaming for Ty’s thick cock.

  “Okay, take a deep breath.” The wide, domed head of his glans pushed at my darkest hole.

  A wave of panic fluttered through me. Could I take him while James was in me? I already felt so taut and packed tight. I enjoyed a little sexy pain but I didn’t want real, hurting-in-a-bad-way pain.

  Ty must have sensed my sudden fear. “
Baby, relax, just take a deep breath, bear down a little.”

  James lifted his head and kissed me.

  I did what Ty had asked and felt his cock breach my constricted sphincter. He didn’t pause once the head was in, not like he had the last time he’d taken me up the ass. Instead he just went on a smooth ride until his groin hit my butt cheeks and his shaft was completely submerged.

  I cried out, my wail of pleasure and shock spilling into James’ mouth. The sensation was so depraved, so downright sinful but it was also so damn horny. I was chock-full of gorgeous cock, skewered, possessed. My cry turned into a rumbling groan of ecstasy as I let the white-hot fingers of delight pierce every nerve I possessed.

  “Oh baby, yes, yes, yes,” Ty hissed.

  James turned his face to the side, squeezed his eyes closed and bared his teeth. “Oh fuck, Winters, I can feel your damn cock through her pussy wall.”

  Ty grunted something incoherent as he withdrew almost out then slid back in.

  I fisted the pillow and rejoiced in the stimulation his movement gave my clit. It rubbed my body against James and created the first spark of an orgasm that was waiting deep in my pelvis. A delicious, rich, penetrating orgasm that would stem from both my orifices and my clit, it would be twice, three times as mind-blowing as any other type.

  “Yes, Ty, yes, fuck me, fuck my ass,” I groaned, burying my head in James’ neck and breathing in the hot, sweat-laced scent of his peppery aftershave. The fantasy had been good, the reality was exquisite.

  James locked his hands around my upper arms, intensifying the rocking movement of my body on his.

  But it was Ty in control. Fucking me, fucking me against James, harder, faster, growing more desperate by the second.

  James groaned and grunted, his cock so stiff inside me. He was close, so was I.

  Suddenly it was there, a huge tight spring of bliss about to uncoil. “I’m coming,” I shouted, lifting my head and staring at the flowery wallpaper behind the bed. “Oh god, I’m coming, it’s beautiful, it’s so big. I don’t know if I can…” I was frantic, feverish, fraught.

  “I’ve got you, baby, remember, I’ve got you. Just let it take you,” Ty said breathlessly.

  He was gripping my hips, dragging me onto him. I gave in to the pressure within me, let it consume my whole body in wild, uncontrolled spasms.

  “Thank fuck for that,” James groaned, then with one powerful upsurge of his hips, I became aware of him pulsing inside me. He cried out, a deep guttural wail of release that shook the room and vibrated from his chest into mine.

  “Ah, yes, yes.” Ty shoved as deep as he could possibly go, stretching the burning ring of my anus, then he too was shooting his pleasure into me.

  I trembled and shook. I was on a different dimension where only thick cocks and hot men existed. My pelvis was contracting, squeezing the hard rods inside me. My mind spun and lights flashed before my eyes.

  Eventually Ty slowed his thrusting.

  James smiled gently up at me and ran his fingers through my hair. “You okay, Penny?”

  I nodded and continued to pant, sucking in air as my body was ravaged by aftershocks. I could hardly believe what we’d done, what I’d managed to take.

  Ty eased his cock from my ass, and as I lifted from James I saw Ty drop his condom in the bin.

  I flopped onto my back, my arms stretching out sideways, one banged over James’ rapidly rising and falling chest. “Bloody hell,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “That was intense.”

  James meshed his fingers with mine and squeezed my hand. “It was amazing. Thank you, Penny, thank you for being so understanding.”

  I turned to him and smiled, then looked at Ty as he climbed back onto the bed.

  His flushed face sported a wide grin. “How did I get so damn lucky?” he asked. “You’re just the hottest, most gorgeous, giving woman a man could ever want.” He planted a lingering kiss on my perspiring forehead.

  “Yeah, well, you were giving it out pretty good yourself just then,” I said, touching the pulse in his neck and rejoicing in the love I felt for him. The love that was there to stay.

  “But you always have to do that, don’t you, Winters?” James said gruffly.

  Confusion and a shard of hurt speared through me. Had they indulged in threesomes before? Was I not their first joint conquest?

  “What do you mean?” Ty asked, molding me against his body and wrapping his arms possessively around my shoulders.

  James turned on his side and propped his head onto his hand, his dark, brooding gaze settled on Ty. “I mean, you always have to take things to the extreme. Never mind just sharing, one after the other, it has to be at the same bloody time.”

  Ty gave a lopsided, rakish smile. “You know me, I take everything to the extreme. So why complain now?”

  James grinned and for the first time since I’d met him I saw a sparkle in his eyes. “I’m not complaining in the least,” he said, “it just wasn’t quite the gentle initiation back into sex I was under the impression it was going to be.”

  I giggled and clasped my legs together. My intimate parts were still swollen and throbbing lusciously. “It was good though, wasn’t it?”

  “The best,” James said, spooning his body against mine so that I was surrounded by warm, testosterone-soaked muscle. “I’m officially back in the game and bloody hell, I really hope you have a best friend who’s just as hot as you.”

  “As a matter of fact I have,” I said, tucking my head beneath Ty’s chin, inhaling the delicious aftersex scent his body produced. “I’ll introduce you to her as soon as possible, but it may involve a trip to Edinburgh.”

  “I can handle that,” James said, slipping his hand around my waist.

  It was the perfect end to a perfect evening and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here, in this flowery room on this small cottagey bed. It was as if all the pieces of a very complex puzzle had finally fallen into place. A wonderful, satisfying, heavenly place that I could never have predicted but was immensely grateful existed.

  Epilogue

  Seven months later

  Trinny gave my veil one last tweak then offered forward my bouquet of white and pink roses.

  “Don’t forget to throw this my way later,” she said with a grin.

  I looped my hand through the crook of Dad’s arm and smiled at her. “I’m not sure James is the settling-down type, Trin.”

  “I wouldn’t have thought Ty was, but hey, you’ve managed to catch him.” She gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Good luck, I’ll be right behind you.”

  I took a deep breath and tilted my chin, willing control of my emotions as the first bars of the wedding march rang through the church.

  “You okay?” Dad asked, smiling at me.

  I couldn’t help but think how handsome he looked, dressed in top hat and tails, his lilac cravat perfectly neat and his eyes shining with pride. “I’m fine, never better.”

  “Any second thoughts?”

  I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”

  Dad grinned. “Good, because I couldn’t imagine handing my only daughter, my most precious possession, over to anyone other than Ty. He is the only man I could ever really trust to look after you the same way I have.”

  I swallowed tightly as tears nipped at my eyes.

  So much for having a handle on my emotions.

  “He’s such a fine young man,” Dad went on, “morally upstanding and loyal and clearly one hundred percent, head over heels in love with you.” He tipped his head. “And who can blame him. You look stunning”

  “Thanks,” I said with a nervous smile.

  Dad and Ty had gotten close over the last few months. Well, as close as they were ever going to get. When Ty’s visa was about to run out and he was applying for his teacher training course in Oxford, it was Dad who suggested, in a roundabout kind of way, that getting married would be the solution to his dilemma of wanting to stay in the UK, with me.

  “I love
him very much, Dad.”

  “I know you do, sweetheart, a father can tell these things. I’m just thrilled that after all that deeply unpleasant business last year, I can finally relax. Knowing that evil thug has to get through Ty to come anywhere near you will allow me to sleep much sounder at night. I know full well the man standing in that church would die before he let anyone harm even a hair on your head.”

  I suppressed a juddering breath as myriad images flashed through my mind. Ty throwing a knife at a snake, killing it outright. Ty slicing off my hair, binding me to a chair, drugging me, making love to me, dancing with me, kissing me, telling me how much he loved me. Ty, Ty, Ty. He was my world, my universe, and in a few minutes he would be my husband and our souls would be bound for all time.

  “Come on,” I said, willing the butterflies in my stomach to settle. “They’ll be waiting.”

  We stepped forward, around a big stone pillar and onto the long aisle of All Saints Church. I had one final glance down at my pure-white dress. It was a simple, figure-hugging floor-length number with delicate straps. I hadn’t wanted anything big and fussy that would swamp my tiny frame, and I’d teamed it with only a delicate silver necklace my grandmother had left me.

  A sea of faces turned toward us, the organ rang loud and clear, and at the end of the aisle I could see Ty. He stood with his back to me, his hands appeared clasped in front of him, and his tall, broad frame was perfectly outlined by his black tails and pinstriped gray pants.

  James stood at his side, and as I got closer he turned and smiled at me. It was an admiring, reassuring smile that warmed my belly, then he leaned toward Ty and spoke into his ear.

  Ty turned immediately and his gaze caught mine.

  My heart stuttered, and the love I felt threatened to overwhelm me. Was I really lucky enough to have such an amazing man standing at the end of an aisle waiting to marry me?

  It seemed I was.

  Dad and I drew level with James and my future husband.

  Ty didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. I could tell by his eyes he felt as in awe of the moment as I did.

  “Welcome,” Reverend Alan said quietly, giving an encouraging nod to both of us.