by Trina Lane
He stalked her from across the room. Her words setting him on fire. He was harder than a spike and wanted nothing more than sink inside her hot body. “God almighty, Calleigh. I need you. I want to feel you between us. I want to hear your screams of pleasure. I want to sink so deep inside we can’t tell where I stop and you begin. When are the boys being dropped off?”
She was breathing rapidly and wiggled against Conor’s crotch. “Not enough time tonight for the full five courses, but I think we can do an appetiser.”
“Muirnín, yer gonna kill me with that sweet mouth.” Conor held her tight and kissed her deeply.
Rick knelt in front of Calleigh and Conor. He undid the drawstring of her scrubs from the hospital. Conor lifted her by the waist while Rick pulled down the pants and her underwear, revealing the smooth silky skin of her mound. She had a small strip of hair, but most of the area was bare. He saw moisture slick and dewy coating the lips, and his mouth watered for a taste. Conor lifted her shirt to bare her breasts. His fingers rasped and pulled at her nipples. Rick leant in and flicked his tongue around and across the peaks. They were large and plush, the areolas encompassing several inches of her full breasts. Calleigh’s head leant back against Conor’s chest, but her eyes opened to watch Rick. Her eyes were dazed. Rick knew they were limited on time but had every intention of Calleigh experiencing the full amount of pleasure due.
He separated her legs, and Conor reached down to hold them open. Rick circled her navel with his tongue several times. His teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh then soothed with slow licks. He put his nose to her belly and breathed warm moist air on the skin as he dragged it down to the top of her pussy. He placed little kisses all along the outer edges. His hands glided up from her knees until they reached the top.
“You’re wet, Calleigh. I’m going to taste this lovely cream.”
He used his thumbs to spread open her swollen lips. He stroked through the moist folds, and her taste exploded over his tongue. The sweet musky flavour was nectar in his mouth. He alternated long and firm upward strokes with dips inside the clasping heat of her core.
“Oh God, Rick. It’s been so long. Please don’t stop.” She started to pant.
He felt the muscles clench around his tongue and knew she was close. He looked up to see Conor’s eyes burning at the sight of Rick’s mouth fastened to Calleigh. His hands had released her legs and were pinching and rolling her nipples again, stimulating the sensitive peaks. Calleigh’s sweet little cries for more echoed in the kitchen. She bucked her hips up, searching for greater connection.
“Don’t worry, angel. I won’t stop until you’re screaming for us.”
Rick slid two fingers inside her in one smooth thrust. The fiery heat scorched his skin, and the tight muscles clenched around the digits. She spasmed around his fingers, every ripple of her cunt embracing him. She was overwhelming tight. He wondered if she’s had anything inside her since before her husband had passed.
Gasping cries poured from her throat as she arched, legs tightening, back bowing against Conor’s chest. The cream of her response soaked Rick’s fingers. He leant down, closed his lips over her clit and sucked hard while thrusting deep inside and massaging the hypersensitive nerves. He heard her gasp, felt her muscles lock down and a surge of warmth spilled into his hand as she climaxed.
Calleigh’s eyes slowly opened as Conor eased her down from the explosive orgasm. She wanted to be fucked. She needed it now. Rick and Conor had awakened her body, and now, it demanded the feel of a hard cock pushing deep. The orgasm Rick had given her had been fantastic, best in a long time, but she wanted to be filled. Rick, on his knees at her feet, had opened his trousers and was slowly stroking his cock. The long thick stalk was red and dripping with desire. She wanted a taste. She wanted to feel the thickness slide deep down her throat.
She slid out of Conor’s lap and landed on her hands and knees in front of him. Her head hung limp poised over the crown of his cock, her long hair falling around to create a curtain. She panted over the top as Rick continued drag his fist up and down. One of his hands came up to rest on top of her head, and he guided her down in obvious invitation. Her tongue came out and licked across the top, catching the drop of pre-cum oozing from his wide slit.
“Oh angel. I’ll give you one hundred years to stop that.”
She opened her mouth to take the first several inches inside. Her tongue swirled around the crown as she pulled up, working the head with her lips. Rick’s hands threaded through her hair and pulled gently at the strands. She heard the sound of a chair being forcibly pushed across the hardwood floor and the heat of Conor’s body was behind her.
Seconds later, she felt a pressure at her opening. He seemed huge and hot. Conor slowly pushed his way inside her channel. The head of his cock stretching the narrow space. It burned a little but felt so damn good. Exciting.
She pushed back, demanding more. She wanted all of him. He was hot and hard, and she could barely stand the teasing. He stopped when the first couple of inches were inside her, and they both paused.
Her head was imprisoned in Rick’s hands. What were they waiting for? She needed them. She needed to be taken. She was desperate feel both their bodies fill hers. She tried to look up, but Rick kept her head imprisoned between his large hands. She couldn’t use her hands on him because they were holding her up. Trying to incite them to move she whipped her tongue all around the head of his cock. It filled her mouth completely. She didn’t know if she would be able to take the whole thing but would damn well try her best.
Suddenly, as if on a timer, they both moved forward and filled her body at the same time. Her scream and their moans of pleasure mingled together. Rick’s cock was deep and thick in her mouth, and Conor’s length was deep inside her.
“Naofa damnú air! Go mboga mé!”
“English, Conor. You want us to understand you, speak English. That’s it, baby. Take me deep. All the way to your throat.” He hissed as she moved further down and swallowed.
“Holy shite! I have te move!” Conor pulled back and thrust inside in one long smooth stroke. “Goddamn Rick, you’ve never felt anythin’ like this. Her cream is so hot an’ wet, it feels like movin’ through liquid silk.”
They moved in practiced rhythm. At first, one would pull out of her as the other pushed in. Then they both filled her at the same time. Over and over. She shook with arousal. Rick was driving his cock deep into her mouth. She tried to swallow whenever it reached the back, wanting to give him the most stimulation possible. Conor was fucking her in long, deep thrusts. A smooth slide into her body, followed by the rough retreat. The pace increased. Her brain shut down, and she was along for the mind-bending ride on a wave a pleasure. She vaguely remembered similar sensations from a time long ago, but nothing compared to the feel of Rick and Conor inside her.
Her body countered their rhythm, moving down on Rick’s cock as Conor pulled back and pushing into Conor’s thrusts as she sucked up Rick’s length. She heard moans and cries and realised they came from her.
Her body was on the brink of combustion. Her blood was on fire as it raced through her veins. She clenched around Conor and heard him cry out behind her. Rick was thrusting fast and deep into her throat. They were taking her. Her men were claiming their mate, and it was the most incredible thing she had ever experienced. God help her when one of them filled her ass and the other her pussy. She might not survive.
“Chan fhad’thuige! I’m gonna come. Tá mé chomh mór sin i ngrá leat. Ye burn me alive ye feel so perfect surroundin’ me.”
“I’m almost there, angel. I’m going to come deep in your throat. Conor’s going to shoot, too. I can tell he’s close. He only starts speaking Gaelic when his brain has been melted.”
Her orgasm was building deep in her womb. The contractions spread outward to consume her entire body. Both men thrust faster, and a few moments later, she felt the first shots of Rick’s cum hit her tongue. She let the salty taste linger before swallowin
g everything he had. The feel of him releasing inside her triggered a second more explosive climax in her. She screamed around him as her body convulsed. Conor thrust hard then held still deep inside her. She felt him swell even thicker, and his cock pulsed. His fingers gripped her hips as he yelled out her name.
Rick pulled out of her mouth, and her arms collapsed. She ended up in a heap on the floor with Conor still buried deep inside, his arms braced out so he didn’t crush her. He rolled to his side and slowly pulled free from her body. Rick promptly scooped her up into his arms and Conor scooted into her back and held her tight between them.
“I think that was the single best moment of my life,” Rick whispered.
Her body still trembled with aftershocks. As much as she wanted to curl up with her men, she knew the boys would be home soon.
“We have to get up.”
Twin groans echoed above her head.
“I know I don’t want to either, but Bran and Mikey will be home soon.”
They helped her to stand and slip her scrub bottoms back on. Both men righted their trousers.
She went upstairs to change into jeans and a soft sweater. The material sliding over her still sensitive skin caused goose bumps to rise on her arms. As she left her bedroom, she heard the front door open and twin exclamations of excitement. She smiled at the joyful sound of her boys. They really did love Rick and Conor.
* * * *
Two days later, the three of them went out on their first official date. Conor and Rick took Calleigh to dinner at nice restaurant then they wanted to take her somewhere exciting and fun. It had been a long time since the three of them had gone out to play. A popular piano bar in Back Bay seemed like the perfect idea. They were seated at the table, and immediately, the duelling pianos kicked up. Playing classic rock songs as the whole place sang along. An electric fiddle player even got on stage and played an amazing rendition of Devil Went Down to Georgia. Strobe lights flashed as he stood on top of the pianos and wailed on the strings. After an hour or so, Conor brought drinks back from the bar for all three of them. He leaned over to Rick and spoke directly into his ear the noise was so loud. “I have gotta little surprise for our girl.”
Rick looked over and saw a very self-satisfied look on Conor’s face. “What did you do?”
“Don’t worry ye will love it. Ye mind senior year when we went te that place in Allston?”
“Yeah…oh shit…you didn’t!” He started laughing so hard Calleigh looked over at them.
A few minutes later, they had finished their drinks, and the players announced into the microphone for Calleigh Wells to come up on stage. She looked over at Conor with wide shocked eyes. He stood and taking her hand in his led her up to the dais. He lifted her by the waist so she stood front and centre. Her cheeks were bright pink, and she kept looking around at the audience who were cheering and clapping. She looked over to the man at the piano.
The piano player winked at Calleigh. “Ladies and gentlemen. We have a very special request this evening. Normally, we would not allow this, but Conor here was very persuasive.” He held up the fan of cash in his hand. “It seems that Calleigh here is on a date with these two men.” He pointed to Rick and Conor.
Conor took a bow as the crowd yelled and wolf whistles floated through the air.
“They would like to serenade their sweetheart.”
He accepted a microphone for both him and Rick as they got up on stage. The pianos began to play Stay the Night by Benjamin Orr. He had the better voice of the two so he sang most of the lyrics and Rick joined in during the chorus. They circled Calleigh and took turns dancing with her. At the end of the song, they were all flushed from excitement. The entire crowd was on their feet and cheering and yelling for Calleigh to kiss them. Conor saw her eyes flash the moment she decided to go for it. He handed his microphone to Rick and swooped Calleigh into a dip then kissing her deeply. The place erupted in thunderous applause. After only a few moments, he lifted her up and Rick swung her around to plant one firmly. Calleigh gave him no quarter and speared her fingers though his hair to deepen the lip lock. Whistles and cheers rang in Conor’s ears. Figuring they’d given everyone enough of a show, he swung Calleigh into his arms and headed for the exit.
They raced out into the street, and he led them between two buildings. He leant back against the brick and pulled Calleigh into his arms, kissing her with everything in him. Their tongues duelled, and his hands grasped her ass to pull their hips together. Rick lifted his hands and pressed against her back, adding more pressure as their bodies rubbed together. Ricks hands were at Calleigh’s hips, and every time, he ground against her ass, Calleigh was pushed into his erection. The sensation set Conor on fire.
Calleigh burned with excitement. Conor’s lips devoured hers. One hand massaged her breast while the other tunnelled in her hair, pulling on the strands just enough to create extra stimulation. Conor separated their mouths and dropped little kisses down one side of her neck. Rick’s hands were at her hips, and his mouth latched onto the other side her neck. His teeth lightly scraped down the column and his tongue soothed the sting away. He nibbled on her ear.
“When we get home, we’re going to fuck you all night long. I can’t wait to drive my cock deep inside you. Conor has felt the sweet clasp of your pussy, but now it’s my turn. I bet you’re dripping for us, aren’t you, angel? You can’t wait to feel both of us filling you front and back, can you? Conor deep inside your ass, while I fill that creamy tight cunt.”
She panted as she tried to clench her legs together to ease some of the tension radiating through her.
“I canny wait te feel yer delectable little arse grip me, muirnín. You’re gonna feel like hot velvet as I fill ye.”
She was desperate to get her men inside her as soon as possible. “Home… Now, before I take you both right here,” she growled.
Conor pushed away from the wall. Both men took one of her hands, and they raced to Rick’s car.
Twenty minutes later, they pulled in front of her house. They walked upstairs into her bedroom. Rick lit the candles she kept scattered around to give a little light without turning on the bright overhead. They stripped her slowly, each of them removing an article of clothing, one after the other. Conor picked her up and placed her in the centre of the bed then stepped back. He and Rick began to strip. Each unbuttoned their shirts, chests and firm stomachs showing through the separated edges of fabric. When they removed the material, their muscles flexed, and she caught herself licking her lips. They flicked off their shoes and removed their socks. Hands reached for belts and the closures of their trousers. They were teasing her with the slow strip show. Buttons flicked open, and zippers slowly lowered. They stood there without moving. Her eyes were locked on their groins, wanting to see those bulges that pressed against the fabric. Her chest heaved, and her eyes burned, but she refused to look away. Finally, they dropped their pants and boxer-briefs and stood in all their nude glory. She moaned. Both were amazingly hard. She raised her eyes to theirs and saw the mirroring burn in bright sapphire and aquamarine.
Rick sat on the bed and slid over to lie on his side in front of her. When their naked bodies touched for the first time twin groans left their throats. Rick lifted one of her legs over his hip. Conor walked to the other side of the bed and reclined behind her. His hand trailed down her back, and his fingers slide inside her pussy. His lips landed on her shoulder. His long fingers reached up inside her with devastating effects. She felt moisture seeping onto her thighs, and her clit pulsed. His fingers rasped through her folds and rubbed on the swollen tissues. They separated to loosen her for Rick’s invasion. The stretch sent fiery impulses through her entire body.
“Conor, yes.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against him.
“Open your eyes, angel. I want to see that pretty amber darken.”
Rick leant forward and captured her lips, intensely thrusting his tongue into the depths, claiming her. He worked his way down her neck
. Sucking and licking across her collar bone. He reached the well of her throat and took a tiny nip. Moving further down, he finally reached her breasts. They were swollen and heavy, aching for his touch or his mouth. He placed little kisses around the edges, moving closer to the tight tips. She kept trying to guide his mouth to her nipples, but Conor wrapped an arm around her middle and held her still.
She cried out in complaint when his fingers left her body. A second later, she felt the thick coolness of lubrication touch the skin on her backside. Conor’s fingers massaged it into the skin around her hole. He pushed at the opening, and she felt the tip of one finger enter. Rick had finally reached the centre of her breast, and as though they timed the event, he pulled her nipple into his hot mouth at the same time Conor pushed his finger deep into her ass. She cried out and pushed back against Conor. His other hand reached around her and pinched the nipple not being worked over by his friend. Rick had moved his hand down and thrust two fingers inside her pussy. Their hands and lips were everywhere. There wasn’t a part of her untouched, and it sent her soaring for the skies.
Rick’s fingers were working in and out of her pussy, as Conor added a second finger behind her. She felt a pinch and burn but revelled in the both the pressure and fullness. Rick raised his head to once again latch their lips together. His tongue thrust deep, mimicking his fingers below. She felt an orgasm closing in, the edge of the cliff only moments away.
“’Tis gran’ muirnín. Let go. We’ll catch ye.”
Suddenly, she jumped, tumbling head over heels into rapturous oblivion. When she landed, Rick had rolled onto his back and lifted her over on top of him. He had her poised over the head of his cock and slowly lowered her down the length. He was a bit wider than Conor, and the pressure was incredible. Even with the foreplay, she felt stretched tight around him.
