A Clean Sweep

by Tymber Dalton

  Maybe she could find whatever it was that had been missing from her life all these years.

  Maybe.

  If she didn’t try, she wouldn’t know.

  “I’m on the pill,” she said.

  “No offense, sweetheart,” Mark said, “but at least for the first time, until we can have a better, more detailed conversation, for your peace of mind and ours we’d rather use them.”

  “Okay.” She closed her eyes and let the men ease her back on the couch. Mark kissed her, nibbling his way down her jaw to her ear and back again. Hands lifted her blouse up and over her head. Then she felt her bra being removed.

  Two warm mouths closed around her nipples, sucking, flicking, playing, teasing until they were hard, aching peaks and sending pulses of need to her clit with every pull.

  “See?” Mark murmured. “How good is that?” He cupped her face with his hand and made her look him in the eyes. “Answer me, baby.”

  “Good.”

  “Good what?”

  “Good…Sir.”

  He kissed her, hard, other hands now working on her jeans to get her belt loose and the button undone. All the while, Josh and Ted continued teasing her, sucking on her nipples, drawing soft whimpers from her.

  Working together, they finally got her jeans and panties off her with her assistance. Then Ted relinquished her nipple and knelt in front of her, pushing her thighs apart. He hooked his arms under her legs, fingers digging into her flesh as he buried his face in her pussy.

  Not only did her eyes drop closed, she was pretty sure they rolled back in her head in a complete three-sixty. His tongue found and flicked at her clit as Mark changed positions, his mouth now covering and sucking her abandoned nipple.

  Holy…fuck. She’d never felt pleasure so intense before. Sure, she rubbed one out in bed or with the handheld showerhead on occasion, but that wasn’t very often.

  This…

  Hell, if it felt this good every time she did it, she’d die of starvation because she’d never stop doing it.

  Ted’s tongue circled her clit, dipping into her pussy before returning. She felt the climb start, her head lolling back on the sofa as pleasure filled her, her orgasm washing over her. She tangled her hands in the men’s hair, moaning, but then another jolt of pleasure shot through her when the men both took her wrists and pinned her arms over her head, against the couch.

  “Please don’t stop,” she softly begged.

  Ted burrowed even deeper, nibbling on her clit with his lips before sucking her sensitive nub into his mouth, where he flicked it with his tongue.

  Searing pleasure that bordered on pain shot through her, rocketing from one end of her body to the other. That she couldn’t move, between Mark and Josh pinning her arms down and Ted keeping her in place, impaled on his tongue, only added to the sensations.

  Ted took her above and beyond, not stopping even when she didn’t think she could take any more and tried squirming free.

  Mark lifted his head. “Oh, no, sweetheart,” he playfully said. “You don’t get to safeword for pleasure. Only pain. You will stay right here and keep coming as long as we make you.”

  With that, he bent his head to her breast again, once again sucking on her nipple.

  She tried to pull her hands free and that made the men only hold on tighter.

  Which only fired her pleasure centers up again.

  Essie found herself locked in a downward spiral into the deepest, most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced in her life. No other lover before had ever made her feel like this.

  Damnnnn…

  And then, impossibly, she felt her body responding, once again surging toward another orgasm.

  Ménage with hot guys? Check.

  Multiple orgasms in the space of a few minutes? Check.

  When the release slammed into her, she sobbed at the sensation, pleasure so raw she didn’t know if she’d remember what it felt like to have a plain old boring climax she gave herself, much less ever be satisfied by one again.

  Josh lifted his head. “Look at me, baby.” Her head lolled toward him and she opened her eyes.

  He smiled. “Just think how good this could be every night. Oh, another of our rules might be you don’t get to masturbate ever again. If you want to make yourself come, you have to ask permission.”

  Not that she did a lot of that, but that rule sounded so utterly H-A-dubya-T hot that she nearly came again from the thought.

  “Would you like a rule like that, baby?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, unable to put more strength into her voice.

  Between her legs, Ted had eased up a little but was still circling her clit with his tongue, keeping the boiler primed, as it were.

  And she thought she just might be able to come again.

  Mark lifted his head. “Hey, go get the Hitachi.” He grinned as Josh let go of her and went dashing down the hall again.

  “Wait until you get a load of that,” Mark promised with an evil grin.

  Josh returned a moment later with a towel, a vibrator, and an extension cord. Ted finally sat up, smiling as he licked his lips before leaning in to kiss her. She loved tasting herself on him.

  “Baby,” he said, “I cannot wait to fuck that sweet pussy of yours.”

  “Change,” Josh said. “My turn.”

  Ted climbed onto the sofa where Josh had been. Mark and Ted grabbed her wrists and held them over her head again, pinned against the couch. With their other arms, they each hooked one under her knees, holding her thighs spread wide open for Josh, who now sat on the floor.

  “Eyes down here, baby,” Josh ordered.

  She could barely keep her head up, but complied.

  He tucked the towel under her bum, then held up the vibrator. “Meet Señor Hitachi,” he said. “He will be your new best friend.” He held it up to her lips. “Kiss it.”

  She did, her heart racing in anticipation.

  “Good girl,” he said. With one hand, he spread her labia wide open, making her moan again.

  Then he flicked the vibrator on and pressed it against her clit.

  Had it felt good before? Holy crap, this made even that pale in comparison. She let out a cry as the intense sensation threatened to overwhelm her.

  “Take it,” he sternly ordered. “Come for me.”

  Mark and Ted tightened their grips on her as she struggled. “Take it, sweetheart,” Ted ordered. “You can take this. This is nothing. This is just the warm-up.”

  “Eyes on me,” Josh ordered.

  She didn’t try to keep her cry quiet as she tipped over the edge again. With the men firmly gripping her body, she sobbed her way through that orgasm, heaving in a relieved sigh when he pulled the vibrator away after a few moments.

  “Oh, we’re not done,” he teased. “Not even close.” He pressed it against her clit again.

  This time, his goal was apparently to build her up to an even bigger release. He kept teasing her, tormenting her, driving her closer every time before pulling it away.

  Finally, she found herself begging for release and didn’t even realize it until Mark chuckled.

  “You want to come, baby? A few minutes ago, you were trying to get away from Señor Hitachi. I think you need to make up your mind.”

  “Please make me come, Sir!” she begged.

  It was only as Josh laughed and pressed the Hitachi against her clit once more that she realized her tactical error.

  “Oh, I’ll keep you coming, all right.”

  She thought she’d be close to hyperventilating when he finally relented several minutes later and switched it off.

  “So much for foreplay,” Josh teased.

  Mark and Ted released their grips on her. She slumped against the couch, wrung out and sated and with a deep, pleasant, unfamiliar buzz floating through her brain.

  Could this be subspace? She both wanted it to stop, and yet wanted to beg them to keep going. A nice, floaty feeling she’d never experienced
before.

  The men quickly stripped. All three men were in shape, not rock hard and leaving her feeling frumpy and fat, but nothing to be ashamed of, either. All three of them sported rigid, generous erections that were now pointed her direction.

  Ted grabbed one of the condoms and rolled it onto his stiff shaft, then sat on the couch next to her. His brothers helped her straddle him, her back against his chest as Ted guided his cock into her ready pussy.

  Her moans echoed his as he impaled her to the root, filling her.

  “Arms over your head, baby. Behind you. Wrists together.”

  She did and he reached back, grabbing them with one hand. He flexed his hips, seating his cock even more deeply inside her drenched cunt.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned. Then he reached out and snapped his fingers. “Señor Hitachi.”

  She started to protest, but then he had it in his hand, had flicked it on, and was pressing it against her exposed clit.

  Mark and Josh leaned in, their hands on her thighs, keeping her from rising up and escaping, their mouths once again on her nipples.

  “Come again,” Ted roughly ordered in her ear, his voice sounding strained with the effort of holding back. “Come on my cock, baby.”

  With her body stretched out like that, she couldn’t have refused even if she wanted to. His cock had found her G-spot and pressed against it perfectly at this angle. And with the men’s bodies pinning her in place, all she could do was sit there and take it.

  “That’s it,” he grunted as her orgasm started. “I feel you coming. You just keep doing that. So fucking perfect, baby.”

  She didn’t know when she’d started crying again, but she found herself rocking in time with Ted’s hips, as much as he’d let her, wishing he’d fuck her hard and fast and deep, and—

  What would it feel like with one of them in my ass, too?

  That thought pushed her over the edge again. Ted finally pulled the vibrator away and switched it off. He let go of her wrists, grabbing her hips and bouncing her on his lap as he started fucking her.

  Mark and Josh draped her arms over their shoulders and she held on to them as Ted fucked her, hard and deep, while the last echoes of her orgasm still rolled through her.

  Ted let out a loud groan, his fingers tightening on her hips before he finally fell still. After a moment he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, kissing her.

  “I hate to make you move, baby, but I need to get up and take care of something.”

  Mark and Josh helped her off him. As he disappeared down the hall, Mark rolled a condom onto his cock and climbed between her legs. “Hard and fast, baby,” he said, “because if I don’t do this hard and fast, my cock’s going to beat me to death.” He pushed her over sideways onto the couch and lifted her legs, pushing her knees up until they touched her chest.

  He smiled down at her. “The next time I fuck you tonight, it’ll be slow and I’ll make sure you come at least twice.” He lined up his cock with her cunt and speared her, drawing a moan out of her.

  Yessss, this.

  She wanted hard and fast, a thorough fucking to make her walk funny the next day.

  Then again, they’d already accomplished that even before they’d started fucking her.

  With her ankles over his shoulders, he grabbed her wrists and held them over her head, pinned down.

  She’d never realized how sexy it felt being held down.

  Must do it more often.

  Mark’s brown gaze held her, locked on hers as a smile curved his sweet lips. “See? Three guys to make you feel like a sexy princess all the time. All you have to do is follow our rules.”

  At this point she’d be willing to agree to anything if this just didn’t stop. If they didn’t stop.

  Ted returned and sat at her head, sticking his thumb in her mouth. She sucked it like a cock, swirling her tongue around it, wishing it was a cock, one of their cocks, specifically.

  “Ooh, baby,” Ted moaned. “You are going to love being spit-roasted.”

  Josh stood next to them, slowly stroking his cock. “I want to feel her sucking my cock while she gets another session with Señor Hitachi. I bet she’ll moan her brains out.”

  Ted and Mark both said, “Ooh.”

  “Good idea,” Ted added. “We’ll put that on the agenda.”

  Mark was right. He didn’t last long, fucking her hard and fast and deep, even more deeply than his brother, until he took one final thrust and buried himself inside her with a satisfied grunt.

  He fell still, breathing heavily before leaning in to kiss her and letting go of her wrists. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

  “I’m about to explode,” Josh said as he grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his cock. “Move it.”

  There was a tumble of bodies, and then she found herself face-to-face and on top of Josh. “Grab my cock, baby. Put it in.” He settled his hands on her hips.

  She did, easing the head in and slowly impaling herself on him.

  He sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, fuck yeah. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”

  Once his cock was all the way in her cunt to the hilt, he reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. “Ted, do the honors.”

  “My pleasure.” He knelt next to them and held up the vibrator.

  “Hands behind your back,” Ted ordered. “Keep them there.”

  She complied without hesitation, without question.

  He turned the vibrator on and slid it between her legs.

  Josh started pinching her nipples between his fingers, harder than before, enough to make her gasp through the pleasure of the vibrator.

  “Yeah, you feel that, don’t you, sweetheart,” he teased. “A little bit of bite, a lot of pleasure. Give her a few swats on the ass.”

  Ted stroked her ass cheeks with his other hand before landing a stinging slap against her left ass cheek.

  She started to howl in protest, which turned into a howl of pleasure as an unexpected orgasm slammed into her.

  “That’s it,” Josh grunted. “Take it, baby. Take it for us.”

  Ted kept the vibrator pressed against her clit as he slapped her ass, back and forth, Josh still rolling and pinching her nipples.

  The only thing she could equate it to was adding salt to a dessert recipe to make it taste that much sweeter and balance it out.

  And the buzz in her brain turned into a full-blown blizzard.

  Mark had returned at some point, because he stroked her hair, his fingers tangling and fisting her hair, making her look up at him.

  He wore a pleased smile. “Oh, baby, just think if you had a cock in your mouth right now.”

  Another burst of pleasure spiraled through her nervous system, taking away her ability to speak, leaving her only with the ability to breathe and feel.

  Ted dug his fingers into her ass. “See, sweetheart? Only as much as you can take.” He gave her another stinging slap. “All the good stuff, none of the bad.”

  Josh released her breasts. “Okay, I have to fuck her.” Ted pulled the vibrator away and Josh grabbed her hips, fucking his cock hard and deep inside her.

  Mark held her in place, his hands buried in her hair, making her keep her eyes focused on him. “Such a beautiful girl for us,” he cooed. “You’re such a good girl, taking what we give you.”

  Hell, if he’d keep talking to her in that tone, she’d take any and everything they wanted to give her. Just to keep feeling that, that blissful release that wiped out every other thought from her mind.

  Josh didn’t last long. When he came, he pulled her down on top of him, his arms wrapped around her, and kissed her. “You’re perfect, baby.”

  Predictably, he, too, had to get up. Ted sat on the couch and gathered her into his arms, curled against him.

  That was when she burst into tears.

  She didn’t understand it, and she was afraid the men might freak out about it, but Mark and Ted only held her more tightly, Mark pulling her legs int
o his lap.

  “It’s all right, sweetheart,” Ted soothed. “Let it all out.”

  Out it came. She turned her face against his stomach and sobbed, feeling everything draining out of her, all the bad, all the stress, all the worry.

  All the grief.

  Everything.

  After a few minutes she pulled herself together and took a deep breath. “Sorry,” she said. “I don’t know why I did that.”

  Ted’s smile looked loving, kind, nothing like the sexy, stern Dom of a few minutes earlier. “It’s normal. Some people have cathartic cries after a scene.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Just surf the zen.”

  Mark laced his fingers through hers. “Did you hit subspace?”

  “I…I think so.”

  “I’m sure she did,” Josh said as he returned. “Did you see that glazed look in her eyes?” He smiled down at her. “You just wait. Give me a few weeks to keep you feeling that good, you won’t want to leave.”

  “What?”

  “Let’s move to Mark’s room,” Ted said. “He’s got a king-size bed.

  They helped her walk, Ted keeping a steadying arm around her as they gathered on Mark’s bed.

  “Let’s talk for a few minutes, okay?” Ted suggested.

  She nodded.

  “Don’t know how you feel about it, but if you’re open to it, we would love to have a relationship with you. Long-term, not just a fling.”

  “How do you even know you’d like me long-term?”

  Ted stroked her cheek. “How do you know you’d like us? But maybe a better term is a closed relationship. The three of us and you. No one else. Not for play, not for dating, not for sex. It’s the four of us. We’re not saying you need to move in here tomorrow. But at least give us a chance to show you how good this could be, all of us together.”

  “Move back to Florida?”

  Mark nodded. “That would be ideal. Long distance would suck, but if that’s the only way we could see you at first, we’d do it.”

  This was a lot coming at her very quickly. “You all are so sure?”

  “We are,” Josh said. “But we also know it takes time to build something that will last. And we’re willing to take the time we need to earn your trust if it means you’ll give us a chance.” He captured her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it. “Give us a chance. That’s all we ask.”