Outlaws: A Romance Anthology

by Yolanda Olson

  Mia pulled away, licking into the slit of my dick.

  A shiver rippled down my spine. “Fuck.” I cupped her throat, holding her head in place. “I love you.”

  Her nostrils flared. “I love you too, baby.”

  “Get up.”

  She rose to her feet.

  I pushed her back until she was in Tiffany’s arms once again.

  “I need to fuck my wife,” I growled, sinking my teeth into the side of her throat.

  She gasped, throwing her arms around me.

  “Fuck her,” I heard Tiffany say.

  Looking down, I saw Tiffany’s finger strumming along Mia’s clit.

  My dick swelled. That was a sight I would never get tired of seeing.

  Reaching under Mia’s thighs, I pushed her knees to her chest and forced them both back on the table before thrusting into my wife.

  She cried out, shaking beneath me.

  “Fuck, so damn tight.” I groaned, powering my hips forward and back.

  Mia arched against Tiffany while she played with her clit.

  “Come for us,” Tiffany whispered in her ear. “Come all over his cock.”

  “God, Jude,” she screamed, a spray of liquid exploding from her center.

  I grinned, picking up speed with my hips. My balls drew up into my body, a hard release finally leaving me as my cum shot deep into my wife.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, falling forward.

  Mia wrapped her arms around me. “Good thing we have a sturdy table.”

  We laughed.

  I lifted Mia off of Tiffany and moved her to the counter before doing up my jeans. “You good?”

  She gave me a small smile. “Yeah. I am.”

  I stepped between her knees, wrapping an arm around her middle. “Are you good?” I asked Tiffany.

  “I’ve been with several men but that…” She shivered, a sigh leaving her.

  “Trust me, babe, he doesn’t need an ego boost,” Mia teased, jumping off the counter.

  My head whipped around. I pinched her ass, earning me a glare.

  Tiffany laughed. “Yeah, I’m good too.” She jumped off the table and smoothed down her dress before picking her thong up off the floor. “Can we watch a movie?”

  “Of course.” I placed a soft peck on Mia’s cheek. “Pick a movie and we’ll be there in a second.”

  Tiffany nodded and went to the living room.

  “Jude.”

  I turned toward Mia, staring down at her. “Are you sure you’re good?”

  Her eyes searched my face. “Baby, this is what I’ve wanted. This whole time.”

  “I know but I don’t want any problems. For any of us.”

  “I’m not jealous. I wasn’t jealous when you slipped your dick in her. I wasn’t jealous when you shoved your fingers inside of her. And I wasn’t jealous when you gave her a piece of your dark side.” Mia cupped me over my jeans. “In fact, it turned me on.”

  “You’re a little minx.” I nipped her jaw. “Thank you. Thank you for being fucking amazing.”

  A husky laugh escaped her. “Thank you for helping me embrace my inner slut.”

  I kissed her one last time before we joined Tiffany in the living room. She was sitting at the end of the long couch. Mia sat beside her, and I sat on the other end. I crooked a finger, indicating for them to come closer.

  My wife only laughed and moved between my legs, leaning against me with her back to my front.

  Tiffany looked between us both.

  “Come here.” Mia held out her arms.

  Something switched in Tiffany. It was like she thought as soon as we fucked, that it would be the only time and we would want nothing else to do with her. But that was not the case. That wasn’t even close.

  Tiffany’s shoulders slumped with relief before she laid back against my wife.

  “I like this,” I heard myself say, running my fingers gently up and down Mia’s arm.

  “Me too,” she murmured, cupping Tiffany’s breast.

  Tiffany shuddered, rolling over onto her stomach and wrapped herself around us. “I like this a lot.”

  “Good.” I ran my hand down Tiffany’s back.

  At first, I was sure I would get a hint of jealousy. Or that one of us would. But I never felt it once. And I didn’t see it in either Tiffany or Mia. Even though she was family, it could have still happened, but I was thankful it didn’t.

  “I want to do this again,” Mia said, looking up at me.

  “Yeah?” I kissed her nose. “Do you think she can handle it?”

  “I can.” Tiffany’s head popped up. She placed a soft peck between Mia’s breasts. “I really can.”

  Mia laughed, brushing her hand down her cheek. “Good because I’m not done with you.” My cock twitched behind her back. “And neither is he.”

  Tiffany grinned, a beautiful glow hitting her cheeks. “Thank you for tonight. I was worried at first.”

  “Were you worried that one of us would get jealous?” I asked, needing to know her feelings.

  “Yeah.” She shrugged, casually running her finger over my wife’s nipple. It hardened beneath the tank top she was wearing, hinting for more. “I love you. I love you both. You’re my family. And I know this is new for us, but I want more.”

  “I like the sound of that.” Mia brushed her thumb over her bottom lip. “How about you?” she asked me.

  “Oh yeah.” I winked.

  Tiffany laughed, pushing off of Mia and went to the kitchen. “As much as I don’t want this to end, I’m sore,” she said from the kitchen. She came back a moment later with three beers.

  “Sore? Was I too rough?” I asked, concerned that maybe my dark side was in more control than I would have liked.

  Tiffany coughed, shaking her head. “No, but your wife was.”

  Mia’s cheeks reddened. “I used my toy on her and I think I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

  Images of Mia fucking Tiffany with that large strap on wouldn’t leave my head.

  “Jude?” Mia frowned. “You good?”

  “I can’t get the fact that you fucked her out of my head.” My dick twitched, begging to watch them the next time.

  “Oh.” Mia ran the back of her hand up the length of my cock. “I think you should watch next time.”

  “I plan on it.” I smacked a hard peck on my wife’s mouth.

  Mia grinned, inching closer but kept her hand between my legs.

  “She didn’t hurt me. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so…” Tiffany blushed. “Big.”

  A laugh boomed through Mia, making the rest of laugh with her. “I was drunk and managed to order the biggest one the site had. But it works.”

  “Oh it worked very well.” Tiffany waggled her eyebrows.

  We spent the rest of the evening drinking beer and watching movies. But all I could focus on was the fact that my wife kept brushing her fingers ever so gently up and down my cock.

  By the time Tiffany was four beers in, my dick was rock solid.

  “We should put her to bed,” Mia suggested.

  Before I did anything else, I cupped her nape and crushed my mouth to hers. “Thank you,” I murmured against her lips.

  “No, thank you.”

  “You good?” I asked, placing a soft peck on her forehead.

  “Yeah.” She cupped my cheek. “You?”

  “Yes.” Pushing my finger beneath her chin, I tilted her head back and searched her face. “If you get jealous, I need you to talk to me. Even if it’s something small.”

  She nodded. “I need that from you too. This is new for us. And I know this isn’t over.”

  I leaned my forehead against hers. “I just…”

  “What?” She ran her hands down my chest.

  “I don’t want you thinking that you don’t turn me on.” It was a new fear and not one that we had talked about yet. With Tiffany passed out a few feet away from us, I needed to get this out before everything changed for the worse.

  “Hey.” M
ia leaned back. “We talked about this.”

  I pulled her onto my lap. “I know we did but I still want you to know that you do turn me on.”

  “This may not be conventional for a lot of people, hell, for most people. But I love you and I will do anything to make you happy and I know you will do the same to make me happy.”

  “You are too good to me.” I cupped her inner thighs, my cock hard between us.

  “Hmmm…Tiffany’s asleep.” Mia cupped me over my jeans.

  I shivered. “She is.”

  “And you’re hard.” Maybe Tiffany was exactly what we had needed all along. But it still didn’t mean I was ready to be done with her anytime soon. No matter how hard I became when she wasn’t around. I enjoyed playing with her and I wanted to watch her break. I enjoyed playing with both of them. Especially when it turned my wife on even more to watch me fuck another woman.

  “I think next time you should watch me fuck Tiffany with my strap-on.”

  I chuckled. “I don’t want you to hurt her.”

  “I’ll be gentle, but she liked it when I fucked her hard. I couldn’t control myself. Now I know how you feel.” Mia kissed my cheek. “I could fuck her while you fuck me, or we could fuck her at the same time.”

  “Now that’s a delicious image.” My body heated at the thought. “You still want to continue doing this?” I asked, needing to be sure.

  She sighed, a small smile creeping on her face. “You have no idea how much I want to continue doing this.”

  “You’re fucking incredible.” I reached between us and pulled down the zipper to my jeans. “Now enough of this heavy talk. I think you should slide my dick into that tight juicy cunt of yours.”

  Mia grinned. “I got a better idea.” She slid off my lap and lowered to her knees in front of me. She pulled my dick out of my jeans, gripping me hard.

  “What…” Her hot mouth wrapped around me. “Fuck.” I cupped the back of Mia’s head, forcing her lower.

  She moaned, humming around me and moved her mouth up and down the length of my cock. The tip hit the back of her throat, forcing her to gag around me but it only sparked this need to thrust harder and faster.

  Taking her head in both hands, I pumped my hips. Drool slipped out of the corner of her mouth, tears welling in her eyes, but I didn’t let up.

  “You thought you could control me by sucking my dick, baby?” I growled.

  A muffled sound left her, her eyes shining with amusement. She wrapped a hand around the base of me, giving it a hard squeeze. The movement shot pleasure up the length of my spine.

  Rising to my feet, I gripped her head harder and began fucking her face. “I don’t give a shit how much you gag, I’m not stopping,” I told her.

  Her eyes darkened. Stretching her mouth wider around me, she breathed through her nose and took me even deeper. My cock slid down her tongue, the tip bumping the back of her throat in rough powerful moves.

  She moaned, the sound vibrating up my cock and hitting me square in the balls.

  A gasp sounded from the other side of the couch.

  My eyes shot to the right, finding Tiffany staring at us.

  I grinned. “Care to join us?”

  She laughed. “Nah. I’m actually enjoying the show.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to join?” I asked Tiffany.

  She only smiled. “Nope. I’m good now. Thanks,” she sang, jumped from the couch and headed up the stairs.

  “This is definitely not over.”

  Mia nodded in agreement.

  Tightening my hold on her head, I thrust forward and back. My balls ached, drawing up into my body when pleasure burned through me. The release shot down the length of my spine, spilling into Mia’s mouth. She gagged, choking on the cum flowing down her throat.

  Before my release was done, I pulled from her mouth, wrapped a hand around my cock and pumped the rest of the cum onto her face. “Fuuuuuuuck.”

  She panted, a low moan leaving her mouth.

  “Holy hell, baby.” I took several breaths before my heart calmed.

  Mia giggled, swiping a finger through the cum on her cheek and brought it to her mouth. “It’s been a while since you’ve done that.”

  “Yeah, I’d say.” I petted a hand over her head. “Let’s go to bed, baby.”

  Chapter Eight

  Tiffany

  It had been a couple weeks since I had sex with my stepbrother and sister-in-law. Since I saw him fucking her face and I left only to fall asleep with a toy inside of me. It wasn’t enough. God, with those two, it would never be enough. I still couldn’t believe it had happened in the first place. I went to bed that night and pinched myself, thinking I would wake up and it would have all been a dream.

  Even though we hadn’t had sex again, I caught them looking at me every so often. We would often tease each other but it never amounted to anything more than that.

  Mia would smack my ass.

  Jude would smirk.

  She would laugh and follow that up by licking her full mouth. A mouth that I had felt on mine. A mouth I had kissed and devoured while her husband fucked me. My stepbrother. God, I was going to hell.

  Things thankfully hadn’t been weird, but they were definitely different.

  At home it wasn’t so bad.

  Every time we walked by each other, a hand would graze another, or Jude and Mia would leave their bedroom door open, waiting for me to join them. I never did. I wasn’t sure why. Not like I had been shy in the things I had wanted them to do to me, but I also didn’t want to rush into anything. We were just having fun, right? I knew about polyamorous relationships, but I had never talked about that with either Mia or Jude. I didn’t know what they wanted out of this. I was fine with just sex. For a while anyway. But I knew that eventually the lust I felt for both of them could turn into something more. I already loved them because they were family, but that love teetered on being actually in love with them and not just because they were my sister-in-law and stepbrother.

  When we were out in public, it was like they were trying to embarrass me. I laughed at the memory of going to dinner with them the week before. It almost felt like a date.

  “You look beautiful tonight,” Mia said, placing her hand on my knee.

  I jumped at the contact, missing her touch but not wanting to push at the same time, so I never hinted.

  Jude smirked at us from across the table.

  Mia had joined me in my side of the booth. As her hand slid higher up beneath my dress, I now understood why.

  “Tell me something, Tiffany.” Mia took a sip of her wine. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done? Sex wise.”

  “You mean besides this?” I wagged a finger back and forth between the three of us.

  Jude chuckled. “She has a point, babe.”

  Mia grinned. “Okay, true. You do. How about…” She thought a moment.

  I turned toward her, giving her my full undivided attention.

  She glanced down at my lap, a slow grin spreading on her beautiful face. “Have you ever been fingered in public?”

  My eyes widened. “I…”

  Her hand slid up my inner thigh, the tip of her finger hitting my clit.

  I jumped, a soft sigh leaving me.

  “Hmm…” Mia tilted her head, licking her lips. “Someone isn’t wearing panties.”

  I looked between them.

  Jude only drank from his beer. He winked at me.

  Mia slipped a finger through my folds, sliding it right into my core.

  My breath caught.

  “I think we should stay like this for dinner.” Mia waggled her eyebrows. “Because you know, it’s bound to turn into something more.” She pushed her finger into me as deep as my body would allow.

  I gasped. “I think we should eat really fast.”

  Mia slipped a second finger into me. “Maybe we should eat really slow. I’m all about anticipation, baby girl.” She pushed her hand against me, letting her fingers hit th
at special spot inside of me that not many people had ever hit.

  “Mia,” I panted.

  She leaned toward my ear. “You feel so damn good wrapped around my fingers, Tiffany.” She kissed my cheek before pulling away. “Lean against the wall and put your sweater over your lap.”

  I couldn’t believe we were doing this but listened anyway. Lifting my knee onto the bench beneath me, I laid my sweater across my lap.

  Mia’s fingers sped up, thrusting in and out of me while her and Jude carried on a conversation like his wife wasn’t fingering me at the table.

  “Mia,” I gasped. “Please.”

  Their conversation stopped.

  She turned her head toward me. “You want to come?”

  I nodded, chewing my bottom lip.

  “Then do it. Quietly.” She slammed her hand against me, thrusting a third finger deep into my pussy.

  If it wasn’t for the low music playing in the speakers above or for the people talking in the restaurant, anyone sitting close by would be able to hear how much I enjoyed being fingered in public.

  A tingle started from my toes, a soft gasp escaping me as the release rocked through my very core. I chewed my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

  “Good girl.” Mia pulled her fingers from my body, gave my clit a light tap and pulled her hand from beneath the sweater.

  I watched in awe as she reached across the table. Jude took her hand and stuck her fingers between his lips, licking all of me off of them.

  “Oh God,” I whispered.

  He winked.

  She giggled.

  I shook at the memory, wishing it could have turned into more that night, but Mia’s dad ended up having a stroke. So they got called away to another state.

  I missed them but I hoped that Mia’s father was okay. They only texted me letting me know that they had arrived at her parents’ place and that he was resting as best he could. That was all I hoped for but at the same time, I wanted them home.

  One night, I was watching TV and drinking a glass of wine when my phone rang. I frowned when I saw that it was my stepdad calling.

  “Hey,” I greeted. “Everything okay?”