by Nia Farrell
“Come here,” I tell Nico, patting the empty space on the side closest to the nightstand. His long black hair is loose, the way Grace likes it. I wrap it around my fist and pull him in for a bruising kiss that leaves us both breathless.
“Fuck,” Grace sighs. “You guys. What did I do to be so lucky?”
She’s expressing exactly how I feel when I look at the two of them and see how much better a man I am for having them in my life.
“Grace White Santiago,” I murmur. “Wife. We’re the lucky ones, baby girl. You complete us. The two of you complete me. The way you help, the way you heal – I trust you,” I tell them both. “That said, we’re going to try something new.”
Grace, psychic Grace, already knows what I’m about to ask. A small worry line wrinkles her brow and she looks from me to Nico, a silent question in her eyes. There are very few things we haven’t tried, and from the assortment on the bedside table, Nico knows where this is heading, too. He says nothing, but his cock is practically dripping pre-cum.
“She needs to be shown how to use them on me,” I tell him, motioning to the table. “Will you?”
Chapter Ten
Nico nods, a slow smile curving those handsome lips of his. If any man could be called beautiful, it’s Nicolas White.
“You’re going to help Grace peg me,” I tell him. “It’s your job to get me ready. After that, we’ll see what else I can take. I’m hoping it’s you, but this is a first for me. I think we should start with a rimjob. Nico?”
Grace scoots to my other side and crawls until she’s lying beside me, half draped on my bruised chest, her fingers threading through the whorls of hair on my chest, finding and teasing my nipples. I bend my knees and spread them, making room for Nico’s shoulders between my thighs. He puts his hands on their backs and presses, opening me up further. Next thing I feel is his tongue on my asshole, licking, stroking, pushing inside.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He feasts on me like a hungry man, tasting, wetting, readying me for the finger he inserts when his mouth moves to my taint. He nuzzles my balls, licks and strokes, taking things back there slowly, never giving me more than I can handle. When I start to meet his strokes, he has Grace take over while he readies the first of the toys.
She isn’t Nico. I can’t help thinking it, and she can’t help hearing it. It’s not a bad thing, just an is thing. Her lips are softer, her fingers smaller, and while I like rough sex, I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I can take, what will feel best, but right now I want more than one finger and two lips.
Grace sucks a nut into her mouth and adds a second finger to my back door. Fuck, yeah. “Baby girl,” I murmur, fisting her hair. “God damn, that’s good. But I think Nico’s got things ready.”
One of the smallest anal plugs known to man is dripping lube and ready to go. Nico hands Grace the tube and coaches her in its application, greasing my crack, my puckered hole, delving her slickened fingers inside to prep me for what’s coming.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Now we’re going to use this.” Nico praises her efforts, then hands her the plug.
I haven’t had that many subs, but I have enough experience to know that pushing, bearing down, will actually ease the process of insertion. Grace, soap princess outside and dirty girl within, wastes no time in helping me take it like a trooper. Once it’s in place, she beams me a smile and swallows my cock. At the same time her finger taps the plug, sending an electric shock ratcheting up my rectum. “Fuck,” I hiss. “Fuck, chica. Do that again.”
She does.
“Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Goddamn, that feels good.” This is definitely getting added to my playlist. As for the others, those remain to be seen. But if this is a taste of things to come, I’m fucking ready to try them.
Grace blows me like a pro, twisting my sac like she’s seen Nico do. Her busy fingers take turns playing with my balls and pulling on my plug, working it in and out, deeper, harder, until she’s actually fucking me with it. “Next,” I grind out between my teeth. “Nico, get the dildo ready.”
It’s one I’ve used on both of them, so I know the pleasure it brings. Nico covers it with a condom for easier cleanup, then lubes its length.
Grace eases out the anal plug. My asshole doesn’t have a chance to get lonely before she’s prepping me with more lube, under Nico’s direction, then working our scaled down silicone dick into my back door. She inserts it incrementally, a half inch at a time, until it’s seated.
“We good?” Nico asks me.
“We’re good,” I tell them. “Let’s see what this thing does.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Fingers good. Dildo good. Vibrator added? Unfuckingbelievable.
“Shit.” I hiss it out, steal a breath, and suck it in. “God almighty. It’s on low, right?”
“Yeah.” Grace double checks, just in case.
“More,” I tell her. She kicks it up a notch. My erection snaps to attention, leaking a fresh spurt of pre-cum that Grace paints across my crown. Catapulted to the edge of orgasm, I hold back the molten tide as long as I can. I don’t know if I can last, using the vibrator, so I make Grace turn it off and have her work the dildo, prepping me for Nico’s cock, bringing me to the brink every time she angles it to massage my prostate.
Nico watches, waiting, sensing what’s coming, yet he manages to seem surprised when I tell him to prep me with his fingers. “Make it good,” I tell him. “I need you to open me up enough to take that cock of yours while I’m balls deep in Grace.”
The last virgin hole of this threesome is about to get its cherry popped.
“Straddle me, Grace. I want your pussy on my mouth.”
She obeys, sensing my need for diversion as Nico coats his big fingers and starts introducing them to me. The first one is…interesting. I tongue Grace’s slit, feel the warm, careful slide of a digit that’s so much more personal than cold silicon. Small movements, shallow ins and outs that grow gradually deeper. When he’s finally knuckle deep, he presses against me, then pulls out partway and twists my balls at the same time he strokes my prostate.
Fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
My moan is lost in Grace’s pussy, an echo of the one she’s making as she grinds against my beard. Nico adds a second finger, then a third. When he starts jacking his hand into me, I figure I’m ready for him.
I get Grace off, lapping her cream while she trembles above me, hanging onto the headboard to keep from collapsing on my face and smothering me. When the last of her tremors subside, I mark the inside of her thigh before easing her off and over.
Nico cleans his hands with the antiseptic wipes he finds while I rearrange the pillows to support Grace’s frame. It will be a better than Misty Beethoven moment, making love to our wife while Nico makes love to me. “Hands and knees, woman,” I growl, getting her in position, knees denting the edge of the mattress, with pillows layered under her chest, the gravid curve of her belly too tempting to resist. I splay my fingers and rub her baby bump, thinking how fucking sexy it will be to watch Grace nurse our child. I know the baby’s needs will come before ours, but damn if I’m not looking forward to stealing an occasional taste.
She’s so wet, it should be nothing to slide into her, but this is Grace and I’m me. Tight. So damn tight. From where I stand, I push my way inside, bottoming out before she’s taken all of my nine inches. It takes work to stretch her, get her to relax enough to take me. I can’t complain, not when she’s squeezing me, fucking milking me with her muscles.
Nico strokes my back, my shoulders, slides his hands around to my chest, finding my nipples, pinching and twisting in a move that makes my cock even harder. When he kisses my back, I feel his erection jutting into me, a dry hump that promises so much more. I’m about to suggest he stop playing around and give it to me when he pulls away and grabs the lube, coating his length, then slickening my ass. His talented hands grab my cheeks and pull them apart, spreading me for what I hope like fuck will be o
ur mutual pleasure.
I feel cool air, warm breath, then his smooth, bulbous glans, pressing insistently against my sphincter, seeking entrance. I exhale and push back, opening myself up for his possession. He stakes his claim gently, like the considerate lover he is, constantly assessing, making sure I’m good, that he’s not going too far, too fast.
I can’t help moaning when he sinks fully into me for the first time. It’s hard to describe how it feels. The initial pinch of borderline pain gradually yields to the pleasure I’d hoped like hell to feel. Nico stretches me out, angles his eight inch length for greater stimulation. When he rocks his hips, his smooth shaven balls slap gently against my taint.
He pulls partway out, thrusts in again. I inhale sharply when it’s just a bit too much. Thank fuck Nico knows what he’s doing and eases up, enough that I can breathe again.
He topped and bottomed before he met Grace. Before they met me. Since then, he’s only been on my receiving end, and I like to play hard. Truthfully, I don’t know how he’s able to take what I give him. As slow as I know he’s going, it’s all I can do to process the sensations, inside and out.
Thank fuck, it gets better. And better. Nico claims my virgin ass with a fullness like I’ve never known, filling me, possessing me, igniting sparks from nerve endings that he’s set on fire. I surge into Grace, press back on Nico. This goes on and on, unfuckingbelievable. So goddamn good. I’m beginning to understand why the position I’m in is his favorite.
“Fuck,” I grate, shoving back now, meeting Nico’s measured thrusts. He knows what I like. What I want. After all, he’s the one who handles me when Grace can’t. If I’m pushing my boundaries, I need to see just how much I can take. “More,” I tell him. “Fuck it, Nico. Come on and fuck me.”
Abandoning my hold on Grace’s hips, where my fingers have dug in hard enough to bruise that pale white skin of hers, I lean over her and plant my hands on the mattress, bracing myself. Knowing that we’ll be taking her along for the ride, Nico shoves into me; I shove into her. He sets the pace, picks it up as he deepens his strokes. I’m still not taking what he can, but shit. It’s my first time.
I might not love it as much as he does, but I love him. Love them both.
Beneath me, Grace fists the sheets and hangs on tight, cringing when the hair from my thighs starts abrading her tender skin. I feel a shift in Nico, like a runner making a final push toward the finish line. I haul Grace up, until she’s kneeling with her back against my chest. Taking hold of one breast, I find and twist her nipple at the same time I pinch her clit. That’s all it takes to pull her over the edge with me.
Swear to God, I come twice as hard with Nico’s cock in my ass. I blast laser beams into Grace’s pussy, filling her with endless streams of white until I’m drained dry. Nico’s right there with me, pumping me full of cum. It lubricates his length as he keeps right on fucking me, a smooth piston in and out with a dick that’s still more than half hard.
That’s my boy.
Seems like Nico’s intent on making every moment count. I should have known he missed this. Feeling him, hearing him hiss and groan and hum like a starving man who’s been invited to a banquet and savors every bite until he’s beyond satiated – well, I know I made the right call to do this. Allowing him to serve me like this, giving him full access is an act of profound trust. However intimate we’ve been, well, this has just taken us to the next level.
Physically, Nico’s enjoying himself as much as I am, still buried balls-deep in our wife. Grace sure as hell has no complaints. When she looks over her shoulder with that knowing smile of hers, we should probably both feel mindfucked.
In my mind, it was a noble experiment, one I’ll undoubtedly want to repeat, say two or three times a year. I’m thinking our anniversary. Christmas.
Nico’s birthday.
Sounds like a plan to me.
Author’s Biography
Nia Farrell is the naughty side of a multi-genre author who is published in nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt. She’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days.
Nia has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years. She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes. In her book Something More, BDSM and submission are tools for healing post-rape PTSD, earning a nomination for Best BDSM Book of the Year, Ménage Category, in the 2016 Golden Flogger Awards.
Her debut books from The Three Graces series, Something Else, Something Different, and Something More, are kink with a paranormal twist. Soulmates, reincarnation, karmic fallout, shamanism, and psychic abilities come into play. Personal experience and extensive research go into crafting her characters, but it’s her sense of whimsy that has made fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the United States, with a Monty-Python-inspired diner that’s central to the plotlines.
Nia was fortunate enough to meet her soulmate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband’s suggestion. She has been published in erotic romance since 2015.
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THE THREE GRACES TRILOGY by Nia Farrell
Now in paperback! Contains SOMETHING ELSE, SOMETHING DIFFERENT, and SOMETHING MORE. 230 pages.
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Three women. Six men. Things are about to get interesting.
Welcome to fictional Posey, Minnesota, home of three young women whose names all mean “grace.” Grace Murphy is the local psychic medium who’s been saving herself for the men of her dreams. Anna James is a starving artist who lives for the music she makes. Rae Simmons (aka Rachel Givens) is everyone’s favorite waitress, delivering plate lunch specials with service and a smile. THE THREE GRACE TRILOGY contains their stories, originally released as separate e-book novellas.
SOMETHING ELSE
(The Three Graces Book One)
Three soulmates forge a future from the flames of their pasts in an interracial MMF ménage erotic romance. “It’s part paranormal, part BDSM, part love story, but all good.”
Amazon buy link http://mybook.to/TG1
Author Pandora Spocks: “This is the first book in the Three Graces series and I can’t wait to read the next two. The story is at once mystical and heartbreaking, the characters rich and compelling. You find yourself pulling for Grace, Nico, and J.T. to find peace and happiness. And the sex…it’s MMF ménage at its hottest! Something Else is highly recommended!”
SOMETHING DIFFERENT
(The Three Graces Book Two)
Starving artist Anna James has sworn off men. Rock gods Jackson and Jacob Thomason just promised her the best sex of her life. Does Anna dare submit to the part-Comanche twins who perform as No Mercy? A BDSM MFM rock star erotic romance.
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What reviewers are saying about Something Different:
“The story is entertaining, t
he sex is hot, and Anna is sarcastic and funny and talented!! A woman after my own heart!! She is lucky enough to meet her rock idols and go even further with them, a dream come true!!”
“From the first word, Anna’s smoldering with sexuality and sensuality. Her first exchange with the boys drips with sex. It’s inevitable, and that’s why it works. There aren’t a lot of other books I’ve read with this much sexuality in the way the narrator talks and hoo boy, this is what makes this so good, so readable, and so hard to put down…I’m a fangirl.”
SOMETHING MORE
(The Three Graces Book Three)
Finalist, Best BDSM Book of the Year, Ménage Category, 2016 Golden Flogger Awards.
Amazon buy link http://mybook.to/TG3
Rachel Givens is supposed to be dead. She has post-rape PTSD and a three-year-old autistic daughter, father unknown. When her former lovers – a biker and a porn star – walk into the diner where she works, this single mother learns just how much more she can handle.
What reviewers are saying about Something More:
“The WARNING for this book should be STEAMY HOT & Panty Melting….” “Anyone can write a story that has great sex scenes but give me a story along with the sex and you’ve got yourself a HUGE fan! Rachel Givens and her daughter Hannah stole my heart immediately….Cam and Cord swooped in and not only filled Rachel’s heart with love and forgiveness but they also reached Hannah’s – which is a difficult task in itself. Just an amazing story!”
“Rachel’s story is riveting and raw…you forget she’s a mom raising a little girl while hiding in a small town. This story was so different from the others and I loved it more for that exact reason.…I was blown away by these stories and although they could be read as standalones, I would read them in sequence. Bravo Nia for giving these ladies life and us sexy hot fantasies.”
