by Fiona Archer
“Take another deep breath, baby. I’m inserting a small butt plug.”
He gave her no chance to tense before removing his finger and replacing it with something larger. More lube drizzled down over her hole as the plug plopped past her muscle.
So full. Her muscles gripped the invading plug, summoning indescribable sensations deep inside. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”
Noah lowered her thighs back to the mattress, jarring the plug against the sensitive nerves of her back passage. She held her breath. Lord, she was afraid to move an inch. She peeked up at Flynn, and her belly clenched at his slow smile.
“Oh, honey, it’s going to get so much worse.” Flynn’s eyes gleamed as he pulled off a disposable glove and then pushed her thighs wide apart. He grinned as she sucked in a breath.
She cursed and clenched her hands as Noah bent to lick one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around the tight nubbin. His hand caressed her other breast.
Noah’s honey-blond waves dominated her view as Flynn’s hot breath traveled over her pussy. Not being able to see him added to her excitement.
Flynn spread her wet folds and traced the swollen flesh, his callused fingertips adding another layer of sensation. “I’ll never tire of this view, sub. Soft and pink. Even better, your taste.” His tongue licked up the length of her center. She bucked. “Mmmm, as good as you look.”
He glided a finger into her opening, stroking along her wall one, two, three times before adding another. An immediate sense of fullness overwhelmed her. The combined pressure from the plug and his fingers set off a flurry of sparks deep inside. Everything felt hotter, harder…stronger.
“That’s it, luv, breathe deep. How does it feel? Like nothing you’ve ever experienced, right?” Flynn increased the tempo, curling his fingers over her sweet spot with each pass.
“Jesus, yes.” She closed her eyes for a second and concentrated on wringing out every drop of carnal pleasure from this forbidden, erotic act.
“Come for us, Chloe.” Flynn tapped the base of the plug, setting off tremors all the way up her back passage just as Noah trailed his fingers down to her clit and pressed hard.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Every muscle in her body tightened as she hurtled past a flashpoint of rapture. Her vagina clamped around his fingers as hot spasms of pleasure fired along its walls. Deep inside, her muscles gripped the plug harder—her body thrilling to this new and spicier form of domination—dragging out her climax.
Focusing on Noah, she breathed in some much needed oxygen as Flynn slowly withdrew his fingers. She whimpered at the loss.
Warm, firm hands rubbed her thighs and stroked over her stomach. She appreciated the recovery time. It was a minute or two before anyone spoke.
“What was it like, sweetie? Be honest.” Noah brushed away a strand of hair caught in her eyelashes.
She licked her lips at the warning in his tone. “I…it felt strange, and naughty, but wonderful.”
“Such an honest little sub.” Noah kissed her forehead, then reached up and unclipped her cuffed wrists and lowered her arms. She sighed as he rubbed her shoulders.
“We don’t want you stiff and sore when we’ve just started.” He cupped his hands under her arms and pulled her up into a sitting position.
“Oh, heck,” Chloe gasped as the plug pushed deeper into her passage. The slightest movement sent it brushing up against nerve endings. It was always…there.
“On your hands and knees, Chloe.” Flynn helped her into place.
Noah reclined back against the pillows. He held his thick cock at the base, his gaze giving her a silent order. She didn’t hesitate. Resting her hands on his thighs, she dipped her head.
Her tongue traced around his cock then licked up the drops of pre-cum shining on top. He tasted spicy, musky. She skidded over the vein underneath, and his answering hiss made her want to cheer.
“You’ll take me, right in that hot, sweet mouth.” Noah’s hands dug into her hair, tugging her closer to his body.
She thrived under his control. Her pussy ached with eagerness as she took him in her mouth. Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat—easy.
She drew him in as deep as she could go. Her head bobbed as she set a rhythm, his skin the texture of smooth suede against her lips. She tugged his balls, massaging them in sync with the movements of her mouth.
“Lower your chest and lift your bum, Chloe.” Flynn’s dark tone made her pussy clench.
As natural as breathing, she obeyed his command and raised her bottom high. A blunt fingertip circled over her clit with slow, easy strokes. She moaned deeply against Noah’s cock.
“Hell, woman, that’s sweet torture.” Noah tugged hard on her hair. She flashed her gaze up to his face. The hard, angular lines of his jaw matched the pinched set of his mouth. His breathing was fast. Her chest burst with pride. She’d driven him to this point. His sub.
“Now you know what it felt like last night. I swear, when she hums it’s like a pulse on your cock.” She heard a rip of foil then Flynn’s fingers bit into her hips as he pushed the head of his cock against her vagina. In one smooth motion, he slid into her. Combined with the plug, he stretched her like never before.
She tore her mouth away from Noah and cried out as she struggled to adapt to this scorching invasion. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”
So full. The rigid power of Flynn’s cock was incomparable to anything she could have dreamed as it rubbed against the lining separating it from the plug.
His arm slid around her waist, anchoring her to his thighs and pushing his cock deeper. He moved inside her, slow, shallow strokes that teased and tormented. Each movement jiggled the plug, adding another dimension that took her to the edge but left her wanting, desperate for more. She started to rock against him, matching his pace.
“You got distracted, Chloe.” Noah gently guided her head back toward his hardness.
She accepted him into her mouth and sucked hard from tip to base and back again. Her hand massaged his balls. His deep groan urged her on. The strong muscles of his thighs flexed and tightened. His breathing turned ragged. The hands in her hair pulled with a sharp urgency.
Flynn released her hip and grasped the end of the plug, pulling it halfway out then thrusting it back in, over and over again. He angled his cock to hit the sides of her vagina. Her body shook from the tremors as she squeezed onto his cock and the plug. She struggled to keep up with all the diverse sensations assaulting her. It was like drowning in a whirlpool of bliss.
“Your pussy fits me like a hot, wet glove.” Flynn growled behind her. “Noah, I won’t last much longer. You plan to fuck our girl?”
Yes, please! Her pussy quaked. She needed both her men inside her tonight.
“I’m going to bury myself deep inside our sub’s pussy.” Noah removed his swollen cock from between her lips.
Flynn swirled two fingers over her engorged clit. She wriggled against his hand.
More. Harder. Quicker.
Noah reached forward and plucked her nipples. Scary and yet thrilling. She couldn’t stop the escalating need from engulfing her.
“You. Are. Fucking. Beautiful.” Flynn pulled her back hard against his pelvis and ground his cock over her G-spot. The first lick of pleasure whipped her body, as his jagged breathing grew louder against her ear.
She held onto Noah’s thighs and abandoned all control.
Hard. Fast. Hot.
“Flynn!” Her shout joined with his roar of release. Strong hands—Noah’s—gripped her shoulders as her body quaked under the onslaught.
Once the flames of climax settled to warm embers, Flynn lowered her against Noah’s chest. “You pleased me, Chloe.” His words, said in that deliciously rough voice, filled her with joy.
Slowly, he withdrew. Small shudders rippled along the walls of her vagina. Even then, her body cried for more. Her back passage gripped the plug, refusing to let go.
Flynn stroked a hand down her back, his fingers sliding over her sweat-dampened skin. She turne
d her face to look into his gaze. Warmth and…oh my, yes, love shone from his eyes. She blinked. Her lips tried to form words. None came. Cowardice kept her silent.
He dipped his head. His kiss, lingering but firm, managed to convey the depth of emotion he had yet to utter. With a sigh, he rose and headed toward the bathroom.
Noah eased her onto her back and kneeled between her legs. “Are you ready for one more, sweetheart?”
With them? Always. “Yes, Sir.”
His cock stood proudly, demanding attention. Yep, her handiwork. She watched with ravenous eyes as he sheathed himself.
“You have me so hard, Chloe. Next time will be longer.” With one thrust, he seated himself fully inside her.
“I’ll…ahhh…hold you to that, Sir.” She panted out the words. Her pussy, so swollen, clenched around his cock. She gripped his upper arms, the tight muscles straining under her hands with each thrust of his body. His pelvis bumped against her throbbing clit. There was no turning back. Her head fell back on the pillows as she tumbled into the grip of yet another orgasm.
Noah growled and rocked his body hard against hers as he pumped his own release. He lifted his chin, exposing the strained muscles of his throat. Such power. Contained. Restrained. She dragged her nails over his back as tremors shook his body.
With a gust of breath, he slid out from her warmth and lowered himself to lie beside her. He trailed his fingers through her hair. A soft kiss landed on her forehead.
“Ours.” He said no more. He didn’t need to.
She lay still, her breathing loud in the quiet room as air settled over her warm body. Flynn, coming around her side of the bed, lifted her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. They gently removed the plug and together the men spoiled her in their aftercare, showering her body, washing her hair, massaging her limbs, all the while bestowing warm kisses at every opportunity.
Later, as she lay curled against Flynn’s chest, Noah warming her back, she faced the looming question. What would she have said to Flynn, if she’d found her voice?
The words were there. They’d so very nearly slipped out. Right about when that rush of bubbly warmth had swamped her chest as she’d witnessed the same depth of emotion in Flynn’s eyes. She loved them. Okay, she’d said it, albeit to herself, but, hey, she’d jump one wall at a time.
Heck, wasn’t it premature, loving them? It had been a day at the ranch, and one date before that, not counting the dance.
Scrunching her eyes closed, she summoned a deep breath. The citrus-fresh scent of Flynn’s soap filled her nostrils. She snuggled closer against his warmth, her mouth curving as his arm tightened around her waist. His soft snore assured her of his rest.
Being in love wasn’t the sticking point. How could it be with men such as hers? Placing trust, outside of her safety, into the hands of any man would take longer.
Her mom had trusted a man, loved him, and gambled her happiness and that of her daughter with that man. Look what a barrel of laughs that had turned into.
Noah and Flynn weren’t anything like Hank Young. However, she’d learned her life lessons well. That last step, giving over herself to the point of free falling—no, she refused to let go. She’d keep herself strapped into her self-imposed safety harness. Only a fool believed in complete trust. She wasn’t her mother.
Chapter Twelve
Flynn and Caleb moved down the hallway, socks silent against the polished boards. Their snow-sodden boots sat on a mat in the front entry. The aroma of baked apples and cinnamon teased Flynn’s nostrils. Chloe had promised fresh muffins. He’d better get his share before Noah and Caleb devoured the lot.
At the kitchen doorway, the echo of a soft laugh slowed the men to a stop. He signaled Caleb to keep quiet as they poked their heads inside.
Yep, there she was, crouched down beside the kitchen table, her sweet curves hidden under jeans and a green sweater. He remembered those curves…soft, luscious. He’d stroked over them early this morning and itched to do so again.
“You’re such a heartbreaker. I bet you get your way with all the ladies.” Chloe patted Digger as he gobbled down a morsel of muffin. The thump of a tail was her thanks. He lifted his snout and nudged her for another.
“Hey, greedy guts, no more. At this rate I won’t have any left for those badass Doms masquerading as your owners.” She ruffled his ears, then stood and washed her hands at the sink. She picked up the serving plate laden with muffins. “They’d probably use that as a lame excuse to hand me another punishment.”
“The badass Doms won’t have to think up lame excuses to get your sweet bottom rosy pink again. You, my bratty sub, will work up enough punishments all on your own.”
Flynn grinned wide at her squeal.
She spun around so fast a muffin slid off the plate. It landed with a thud at the paws of a grateful Digger, who chomped down the treat in record time.
Not that the little teacher noticed. She was too busy staring at him and Caleb. Her cheeks bloomed candy-apple red. Irresistible.
“You should have told me you were there!”
“And spoil the fun of catching you out?” Flynn stalked into the kitchen, raised one eyebrow, and waited. Ah, there it was, that little breath she sucked in when she knew she was about to be cornered. Blood rushed to his cock as her tongue licked her lips.
Caleb walked up beside Flynn and grinned. Damn those teeth gleamed white in contrast to his black US Army Rangers sweatshirt. “Honey, say it isn’t so. You’ve already earned a punishment? Your men will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and wrapped up tight, even if that means spanking your pretty backside.”
Oh, they’d wrap her up tight, no problem.
His little sub stared at Caleb before her lips firmed into a tight line.
“I don’t believe the punishment had anything to do with my safety, Caleb, but all to do with your friends showing me who’s in charge.”
“You expected anything less from two Doms?” Caleb shoved his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, his tone challenging. “And, you’re wrong about your safety, honey. Noah and Flynn need your trust to protect you, and I’m guessing that’s not something that comes easy for you.” His gaze narrowed at her sharp breath. He turned to Flynn. “You’re in for fun times, buddy.”
“Hell, I’m beginning to think those years in special ops were training in preparation for this little spitfire.” In two large steps, Flynn had Chloe crammed up against the table.
He plucked the serving plate from her slack fingers and handed it off to Caleb.
Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her close. The soft cushion of her breasts pressing against his chest sent another rush of blood straight to his cock. Her eyes widened as his hardness rubbed against her stomach. He lowered his head, his lips hovering just inches above hers.
He kept his voice low and let his words wash over her. “I’ll enjoy every minute convincing you to trust us. You, on my lap, over my knee, under my body, tied up, tied down, or free to scratch, kiss, and bite—whatever it takes.”
The air, powered by his challenge, crackled between them. Eyes wide with…yes, excitement, stared back at him. He saw no fear. Satisfaction lit him up inside like firecrackers on New Year’s Eve.
The bang of the mudroom door shattered the spell.
“Everyone, Gabe’s here. He didn’t bring the kids so—Caleb, quit eating all our bloody muffins!” Noah’s shout ricocheted around the kitchen.
Gabe, his brown hair windblown and standing up in peaks, pushed past Noah. The school principal sat down next to Caleb. He smiled at the small bundle of woman caught in Flynn’s arms. “Hi, Chloe.”
“Morning, Gabe.” Chloe pushed against Flynn’s chest.
He’d set her free but first he needed her taste on his lips. He brushed his mouth over hers, once, twice, before he lowered his arms.
“Sweetie, those muffins smell delicious.” Noah rubbed his hands together.
Flynn snorted as he sat at the table and looke
d at the other three men. Stake your muffin claim, buddy.
“Good thing I baked extra, huh?” Chloe dusted her hands together and chuckled.
Flynn smiled at the light chime of her laugh. He wanted to scoop her up and set her on his lap and hand feed her bits of muffin.
Instead, he sat back and watched as Noah gathered Chloe in his arms and kissed her hard. Take no prisoners. That was Noah.
She stood protected in his best friend’s embrace. Safe from harm. From attack. It could change in a second. A burst of rapid gunfire. A life lost. Flynn’s hand fisted against his thigh. He couldn’t…wouldn’t lose another under his protection.
Noah carried over the coffee pot and poured the steamy liquid into five mugs. Flynn picked up a mug and nodded his thanks. Coffee, hot and strong. That’s what he needed considering what was ahead. Now that Gabe was here…shit, he hoped she’d understand.
Until she trusted them enough to share everything in her past, they had no choice.
Chloe brought over plates and napkins and without prompting sat down between him and Noah. As he poured milk into her coffee, his gaze settled on her juicy, plump lips, now swollen from Noah’s kisses. The look suited her.
“Chloe, you bake a fine treat. How about you ditch these two Aussies and hook up with me? I promise I won’t spank you—much.” Caleb winked at Chloe before dodging a clip around the ear from Noah.
Chloe coughed on her sip of coffee, her eyes wide with horror, Flynn guessed at the mention of spanking in front of Gabe. He hid a smile as he rubbed her back. Poor thing. Little did she know her boss often turned his wife over his lap when she misbehaved.
“Back off, blondie.” Noah glared over at Caleb.
Caleb’s shameless grin stayed in place as he turned to Gabe. “What were you thinking, introducing this sweet thing to these two?”
“Well, it was either that or they’d likely crash tackle her at the dance.” Gabe gave a wry shake of his head and smiled at Chloe. “Promise you won’t hold that against me?”
“I don’t know, Gabe. You served me up to these two barbarians. You have no idea what sheer torture it’s been.” A loud sigh slid past her lips, but the twinkle in her eyes told a different story. Flirt.
