by Ramona Gray
I stood completely naked between them, soaking in the attention as Mason moved around to join Dane and they both studied me in the light. I didn’t feel self-conscious at all. Instead I felt beautiful and powerful as both men looked me up and down.
When they didn’t move, I said, “Is this where you bring out the collar and cuffs?”
Dane and Mason glanced at each other and a silent communication rippled between them.
“No, sweetheart,” Mason said. “This time it’s strictly vanilla.”
“But I’m fine with it not being vanilla,” I said.
“We know, baby,” Dane said, “but I want your first time to be sweet.”
I stared up at him as he reached out and pulled me into his embrace. His cock brushed against my stomach, and he stroked my hair before placing a tender kiss on my mouth. “Trust me, Naomi. Okay?”
Why had I ever been afraid of him?
“Okay,” I said.
Mason was pulling back the quilt and the sheet and I gripped Dane’s hand as he led me to the bed. “Get in the middle, sweetheart.”
I climbed into the middle of the bed and relaxed on my back as Dane and Mason stretched out on either side of me. Dane propped his head in his hand and traced my bottom lip with his thumb. “Nervous, baby?”
“No,” I said. “Horny.”
Mason laughed and Dane nuzzled my neck before cupping my breast. “Guess we should do something about that.”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly as Mason’s blond head dipped toward my other breast. “Yes, I really think…oh my gosh!”
Mason’s mouth had closed around my nipple. He sucked and it sent pleasure arrowing straight to my crotch. I tried not to hump the air as Dane bent his dark head and latched on to my other nipple. I clutched at both their heads, my back arching and small moaning cries escaping from my lips. I watched them both suck and tease my nipples and wetness flooded my pussy. I wiggled and moaned and pleaded as they took their time. Finally, I pulled both of their hair and Mason lifted his head.
“Patience, sweetheart.”
“No,” I panted. “No, I can’t wait.”
“Sure, you can.” He traced lazy circles around my nipple with his finger and I shook my head.
“I really can’t.”
“Fuck,” Dane muttered against my breast before giving the soft underside a quick nip. “I don’t think I can wait either.”
Mason laughed. “Both of you need to relax and enjoy the -”
“No!” This time I could hear the desperation in my voice and both men stared up at me. “No, not this time. I need it! I need it so much!”
I had no idea what was wrong with me other than the fact that I was twenty-three years old and was just now discovering my damn sexuality. What I knew was that I didn’t want to be teased or tormented. My pussy was already clenching and unclenching uselessly, and the ache was almost more than I could stand.
I gave up on trying to convince Mason and cupped Dane’s face. “Please, Dane.”
“All right, baby.”
“Dane -”
“No,” Dane cut off Mason’s protest. “We have plenty of time to tease her later, Mason. Besides, if I don’t fuck her soon, I’m going to blow my load all over her goddamn thigh. Spread your legs, baby.”
My legs were already spread apart but I shifted until they were splayed wide. Both Mason and Dane hooked a leg over each of mine and I moaned at the feel of their hair-roughened skin.
“Oh God,” I whispered when Dane traced a circle around my belly button before trailing his fingers down to my pussy. He rubbed my clit and I would have arched off the bed if Mason and Dane hadn’t been pinning me down.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Dane said hoarsely.
Mason was sucking on my nipple again and without lifting his head, he pressed his hand between my legs. His finger probed at my entrance and slid in as Dane rubbed again at my clit. My pussy clenched around Mason’s finger and he groaned against my breast.
“Make her cum, Dane.”
Dane smiled down at me and angled his mouth over mine. His tongue darted in, licking and tasting at mine, demanding my surrender as his fingers rubbed hard circles against my clit. I was already feeling that now-familiar rush of pleasure building in my lower belly and pelvis. I rocked my pussy frantically against both their hands.
Dane circled his thumb around my clit, pressed lightly on it and then circled again as Mason thrust with his finger. I was gasping and moaning into Dane’s mouth and I stared up at him when he released my mouth and said, “You’re so beautiful.”
“Dane, please!” I moaned.
His lips lifted in a smile and he said, “You want to cum, baby? You want to cum all over our fingers?”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Yes!”
He lowered his mouth to my ear and pulled on my clit. “Then cum.”
I screamed as my climax made me arch so wildly that not even Dane and Mason’s weight could keep me on the bed. Vaguely through the pleasure that was soaking through my body, I heard Mason’s low groan. I was clenching around his finger with hard rhythmic pulses as Dane gently rubbed my oversensitive clit.
I tried to move away, and Dane shook his head. “No, don’t move.”
“Too much,” I gasped. “Dane, please, too much.”
Mason pulled his finger free of my pussy and I immediately tried to close my legs, tried to pull away from Dane’s finger. He made a low growl of disapproval and both their legs clamped down on mine, keeping me wide open. That didn’t stop me from trying to buck away but Dane’s hand giving my pussy a sharp slap did. The pain and – oh God, was that pleasure mixed in too? – made me still and I stared wide-eyed at him.
“What did I tell you?” Dane said in a deep voice that made my pussy pulse with sudden need.
“Not to move,” I whispered.
He gave my pussy another slap as Mason pinched my nipple hard. I cried out as pain tingled in my nipple and my pussy.
“Try again,” Dane said.
I hesitated. I didn’t know what he wanted from me at first but as he rubbed my sensitive clit and Mason teased my nipple with his teeth, the answer hit me.
“Not to move, sir,” I said.
“Good girl,” Dane said. I flushed from his approval and he sucked on my bottom lip before moving his hand to my stomach. He rested it against my skin as Mason released my nipple.
“Your pussy is ours,” Dane said. My muscles fluttered under his hand and he rubbed my stomach. “Do you understand, baby? If we want to touch it, we will. If we want to fuck it, we will. Telling us to stop touching you will only get you a spanking. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
I wanted to point out to them that this didn’t seem like vanilla sex, but I was afraid they would switch back to the vanilla if I did. I liked what they were doing and saying to me – wrong or right – and I didn’t want them to stop.
“Maybe we should get the collar for her,” Dane said. A new thrill went through me, but Mason shook his head.
“No, not this time.”
Dane was obviously going to argue but Mason arched one blond eyebrow at him. “Next time.”
“Fine.”
Dane looked so much like a little boy who had been denied his toy that I couldn’t help but giggle. He grinned at me and rolled away to sit up on the bed as Mason pressed a kiss on my shoulder. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I said.
Dane was rolling on a condom and I touched Mason’s face hesitantly. “Will you stay while we’re…”
Mason nodded. “If you want me to.”
“I do.” I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock. “Maybe I could touch you while Dane is, um, in me.” I flushed a little. I was twenty-three years old and still had a hard time saying the word ‘fucking’.
Mason groaned before pulling my hand away. “No, sweetheart. I want you to concentrate solely on the experience.”
“But -”
I stared at his cock. It seemed even larger than the last time I saw it and for the first time, a trickle of anxiety went through me. As if sensing it, both Dane and Mason petted me like I was a nervous cat before Dane kissed me.
“I’ll go slow, baby. I promise.”
“I know,” I said.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I spread my legs wide, smiling at Mason when he cupped my thigh and squeezed it reassuringly as Dane knelt between my legs. He rubbed his cock against my clit, and I moaned. He moved lower, probing at my wet entrance and I smiled encouragingly.
“Please, Dane.”
He pressed forward. A vein was throbbing in his forehead and the look on his face suggested he was using every ounce of his willpower to not just ram into me.
“Okay, sweetheart?” Mason’s voice murmured close to my ear. I turned my head and smiled at him as Dane pushed harder.
“Yes, it’s good. It’s – ouch!” I immediately blushed and stared at Dane with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
“Mason,” Dane gritted out between clenched teeth, “distract her.”
Mason scooted closer until his hard body was pressed against my side. I could feel his cock rubbing against my thigh as he kissed me slowly and thoroughly. He coaxed my tongue into his mouth and sucked on it as his hand cupped my breast and teased the nipple.
When he finally released my mouth, I was panting and making little hip jerks against Dane. “Oh please,” I moaned. I had forgotten about the pain. When Mason moved back and Dane propped himself up with his hands on either side of my head, I clung to his narrow waist.
“Please, Dane.”
He pushed forward with one hard thrust. There was pain, more than I expected, and I closed my eyes against the sting of it as Dane stayed perfectly still above me. Mason crooned softly in my ear and his warm hand stroked my side and hip as Dane leaned down and kissed me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered against my lips.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I just need a minute.”
“Take all the time you need, sweetheart,” Mason said. Dane made a low groan and I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my lips despite the lingering pain.
“I don’t think Dane can wait that long,” I said.
“Whatever you need,” Dane muttered. The vein was throbbing in his forehead again and he was biting his bottom lip compulsively.
I moved a little beneath him as Dane groaned again. I was pinned to the bed by his cock and the heavy weight of his body, and I rubbed my thighs against his hips as pleasure trickled through me.
“Okay?” Mason said.
“Yes,” I said. “I like it.”
Mason grinned at Dane who withdrew a little before pushing forward. His thick cock rubbed against my inner walls and I made a soft little moan as my hands slipped around his waist and pressed into his lower back.
“Do that again,” I demanded.
Dane repeated the motion as Mason encouraged me to brace my feet on the bed. I stared up at Dane in fascination as he made long, slow strokes in and out of my pussy.
“You feel so good, baby,” he moaned.
He was already starting to speed up and I made a few awkward motions with my hips, trying to meet his rhythm. After only a few seconds, I found it and I squeezed his waist as I met each of his strokes. He moaned and drove in and out as a dark flush rose from his chest and up his neck. He was panting, and my eyes widened when he suddenly stiffened and drove in one final time. There was a brief flash of pain and I squeezed his hips with my thighs as Dane made a hoarse shout and his back arched. The cords in his neck stood out in stark relief and he shuddered all over when I lifted my head and licked his collarbone.
“Fuck!” He bent his head and kissed me hard on the mouth.
I returned his kiss and smiled when he pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“For what?”
“I lost control.”
“I didn’t mind,” I said.
He turned to Mason and said almost defensively, “She’s so fucking tight. I couldn’t help it.”
Mason didn’t reply and Dane eased out of me before lying on his back next to me. I missed the warmth and weight of his body almost immediately and I turned to Mason. He was staring at my tits and rubbing his cock with rough, hard strokes.
“Mason?”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he panted as he continued to stare at my tits.
“I want you too.”
His hand slowed on his cock and his whole body jerked before he shook his head. “No, you’re too sore.”
“I’m not,” I said. “Please, Mason.”
“I shouldn’t,” he said in a low voice as his gaze dropped to my pussy.
“Yes,” I insisted.
He hesitated a moment longer before sitting up. “Dane, condom.”
Dane didn’t move, just continued to stare up at the ceiling with his chest heaving.
“Dane!”
I smiled a little and rolled to my side before leaning over Dane. He groaned when he felt my breasts brush against his chest, and he cupped my ass and squeezed it as I opened the nightstand and grabbed a condom.
I eased away from him but couldn’t resist pressing a quick kiss against his mouth. He cupped my head and deepened the kiss before letting me go. “You’re amazing, Naomi.”
“So are you,” I said before lying on my back again and handing the condom to Mason.
He rolled it on and quickly moved between my legs. “Naomi, are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said. “Unless you don’t want to?”
“Trust me, sweetheart, you asking me to fuck you is a dream come true. I’m so worked up I’m not even sure I won’t embarrass myself like Dane did.”
Dane huffed out a laugh. “You have no fucking idea how tight she is.”
“Mason,” I tried to urge him down by grabbing his forearms and pulling on them. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
He guided his cock to my pussy and pushed in. There was no pain this time, but he stared anxiously at me once he was deep inside of me. “Sweetheart?”
“It’s good.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my feet together in the small of his back.
He groaned and muttered a curse, and I gasped when he made two hard thrusts.
Dane barked out laughter. “Who’s losing control now?”
“Oh my God,” Mason moaned. “Fuck!”
Dane turned on his side and propped his head in his hand again as Mason drove in and out. Unlike Dane, he wasn’t even trying to keep control and he pushed harder and faster as I tried to match his quick rhythm.
I squeaked in surprise when Dane snaked his hand between us. His fingers found my clit and rubbed.
“Oh my God!” I shouted as hot pleasure flowed through me. I was the one suddenly losing control as Mason’s thick cock plunged in and out of my pussy, and Dane’s rough fingers rubbed my swollen and sensitive clit.
I bucked erratically against Mason and when Dane pinched my clit, I screamed and climaxed in a dizzying rush of white-hot pleasure and blinding light. I had no idea if Mason was cumming or not as I shuddered and moaned beneath him.
Dane’s warm breath brushed my ear as he kissed the sensitive spot just below my lobe. I made a soft grunt of pain when heavy weight landed on me.
“Mason, get off of her,” Dane said before giving him a shove.
Mason pulled out of me and collapsed beside me. His eyes were closed and sweat dotted his forehead. I touched his chest tentatively. “Mason? Did you cum?”
“Like a fucking fire hydrant,” he said.
Dane snorted before pulling off his condom and dropping it into the trash can next to the bed. Mason rolled off the bed, staggering a little on his feet. He peeled off the condom and walked naked to the bathroom.
Dane brushed my hair back from my face before
threading his fingers through it. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” I said. “It was wonderful. Thank you.”
“I’m the one who needs to thank you.”
My eyelids were drifting shut and despite it being mid-morning, I was pleasantly sleepy. “You’re welcome.”
His low laugh made me smile. His big hand rested on my stomach and he caressed my skin. “You look tired, baby. You need a nap.”
“Hmm,” I said.
He didn’t reply and I dragged my eyelids open. Shit, I was being really presumptuous. I started to sit up, falling flat on my back when Dane’s hand pressed down against my midsection. “Where are you going?”
“I can nap in my own bed,” I said before a yawn nearly split my head in two. “I don’t want to assume that I can sleep in your bed.”
He scowled. Last week that scowl would have sent anxiety racing through my veins, now it only made me think how cute he looked when he was getting worked up over something.
“You’re allowed to sleep in my bed,” he said. “Mine or Mason’s. Whenever you want, Naomi.”
“Hmm, that’s so nice of you,” I said as my eyelids closed again.
I turned on my side, burying my face into the pillow as Dane pulled the covers over both of us. “Go to sleep, baby.”
“Sure, okay,” I mumbled before sleep overtook me.
Chapter Nine
Mason
“Did you enjoy your bath, sweetheart?” I sat down on the couch next to Naomi. Dane was cleaning up the lunch dishes in the kitchen, and Naomi smiled a little when his off-key singing drifted into the living room.
“Yes, thank you. And thank you for lunch, it was delicious. I could have helped clean up,” she said.
I shrugged. “Dane and I have a pretty good rhythm. I cook, he cleans.”
She was staring at me like I’d grown a second head.
“What?”
She looked away, a slight blush in her cheeks. “It’s weird to me to see guys doing, um, household chores. In my family, it’s the woman’s responsibility.”
“Well, we do have a cleaning service that comes in weekly but when we were young and broke, we did our own housecleaning.”