“You’re so hot, Meg,” Colby’s low voice was close, and then she felt him pushing her hair back from her face. He was at her side, and she opened her eyes to find his clear blue eyes trained on her, his hand running over her shoulder and down her back.
“She knows how much this turns me on,” Eric growled, gripping her hair to turn her face towards him on the other side. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she tried her best to nod against his fist in her hair, but her efforts only made his pupils dilate further. “I want you on your knees.” His voice was stern and then he tore his eyes from her to meet Colby’s. “Get her off the cross, now.”
Megan took a deep breath as Colby started to release her, the carabiners easy to unclasp, and then he pushed her to her knees. In front of her was Eric, the bulge in his pants straining the material as he reached up to undo the button. Her mouth watered, but he teased her, slowly drawing the zipper down, revealing the light gray boxer briefs underneath where the clear outline of his cock was visible.
Colby grabbed her hair then, jerking her back from Eric. “Do you want to taste him?” As his fist tightened in her hair, the electric rush thrumming down her spine, Eric shoved his boxers down and she whimpered as his hard flesh was revealed, a tempting drop of precum precariously hovering on the head.
“Yes, yes! Please!” She begged, not caring in the least how desperate she sounded, and then Colby pressed her forward just in time to catch the pearl at the tip of her Dom’s cock with her tongue. The familiar taste of him filled her mouth as she opened to pull him inside and his groan was music to her ears. Colby controlled her movements for a moment, shoving her forward, and then pulling her back as she used her mouth to tease Eric. The low sounds coming from him were all she needed to know how much he was enjoying it, and Colby seemed to enjoy it as well, using her as a conduit to control Eric’s pleasure.
“Take a deep breath, Meg.” Colby warned, and then he pressed her forward again, unforgiving as Eric’s cock nudged against the back of her throat and she was forced to swallow him or choke. Her Dom growled above her, his hand meeting Colby’s fingers on the top of her head as they both sought purchase in her hair to hold her there.
“Fuck…” Eric groaned, shifting his hips slowly, deep in her throat, and she wished she had permission to reach between her thighs and touch herself. Just a little stroke to her clit to distract her as she ignored the urge for air, her body fighting against the intrusion.
“Good?” Colby asked, his own voice rough as he shoved her forward again until her nose pressed against Eric’s skin, and he moaned low.
“Yes,” he hissed and then, mercifully, he jerked her head back so she tore in a breath for air, but then Colby was there to press her forward again. Saliva was building in her mouth, and with each shallow thrust into her throat more spilled from her lips, dripping down to her breasts.
“You’re so fucking hot, Meg, I’m going to -”
“Fuck her, Colby.” Eric cut him off just as he yanked her back, popping out of her mouth so she could gasp for air. She was stunned, for a moment, and Colby seemed to be as well.
“What?”
“I don’t want to come yet. I want to watch you fuck her. Now.” The low command of her Dom resonated with him as well and he didn’t waste time pulling her up with his grip on her hair. She met Eric’s eyes first, but his were feverish with lust, and Colby’s blue eyes echoed it when he turned her.
“You remember your safe word, Megster?” He asked, and she laughed.
“I’d say red if I needed it.” Her throat was sore, but the pounding pulse between her thighs was begging for someone to fuck her.
“Oh, Meg, you and your smart mouth.” Colby growled and turned her around, bending her over the side of the bed. The tearing sound of a condom wrapper was all she heard a moment before he lined up behind her and thrust hard, bowing her back with his grip in her hair as he stretched her. She’d forgotten how thick he was, but her low moan was echoed with his and she reveled in the ache. “Fuck,” he hissed, his weight pressing her hips into the bed before he pulled back and thrust hard again.
“Don’t hold back,” Eric coached, and that made it all the more intense. Her Dom was in control, watching them for his own pleasure. The next movement was even harsher, stretching her until she whimpered under Colby, her face in the flat, dark sheet, and she reached forward to grab onto the fabric in an attempt to find some center. The welts across her ass woke up as he ground himself against her, and she whined, but it only made him fuck her harder. Pain and pleasure, a wicked combination. Colby took Eric’s words to heart, driving himself deeper with each stroke until the whole bed frame was slamming into the wall with each movement.
“You feel incredible…” Colby moaned against her back, and she felt his fingers digging into her hips as he released her hair, holding her still for the next slam of his hips against hers. The electric tension of an orgasm was rising inside her, and she held back, waiting for permission, but each hard stroke of Colby’s cock was making it more and more difficult to wait.
“Please, please may I come? Sirs, please?” Megan begged, gripping the sheet tighter in her fists as she held on while Colby worked himself in and out of her in a way that had her thighs trembling with the effort to abstain from the orgasm.
“Let her come, Colby.” Eric commanded, and then she felt Colby’s hand slip around her waist to find her clit, rubbing in devious circles until she shattered, screaming out with the pleasure that wrapped up her spine and then burst behind her eyes. Her whole body was a network of starlight, and then there was a sudden absence as Colby slid from her. “Wait,” Eric ordered, and Colby stepped away as her Dom flipped her to her back. Both of their eyes were glued to her, darkened with lust, and her own haze was impossible to think through.
“Sir…” She whined, but then Eric was between her thighs, and she felt the skin-to-skin contact she craved with him as he thrust inside her. He leaned down to find her mouth, capturing her in a kiss that had her moaning loudly against his lips as he bottomed out inside her, deeper than Colby had managed. A new ache, a different ache, appeared with each full thrust and she loved it. She loved him. She loved both of them in different ways. “Please!” She screamed, as he broke the kiss, and he growled against her shoulder.
“You’re such a good girl, Megan.” His cock slammed inside her again. “So perfect.”
Meg moaned underneath him as he teased her back to the edge with the kind of skill that came from knowing another person’s body so well. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him towards her just as he thrust again, and as their hips slapped together they both groaned as the pleasure rolled through her in waves. Eric’s hand found her hair and tightened, sending that electric thrill down her spine that made her cry out with his next movement. “Fuck… sir!”
He laughed low against her shoulder, nipping her skin. “I told you I wanted to hear you scream.”
She let out a groan as he rolled them until she was on top of his hips. He released her hair and she sat up, riding his cock on instinct, and then she felt Colby’s touch as his fingertips brushed over her breast. Meg gasped as he pinched a nipple, his eyes ablaze as he watched her ride Eric.
“God, you’re hot, Meg…” His growl sent a new shudder through her, compounding with the ache from his fingers, and the pulsing pleasure between her thighs as Eric thrust upwards.
With a sudden grip in her hair, Eric pulled her down against him, forcing her to shift her knees so she could continue riding him. Then his voice rumbled low, “Get the lube, Colby.”
“Sir!” Meg whined, but his fist just tightened in her hair as he continued his slow, deep movements inside her – holding her precariously on the edge of another orgasm. She wasn’t sure what she wanted in that moment. She wanted them both, but the pending intensity of having them both inside her still made her tremble, and it wasn’t just the shaking of her thighs as she forced her hips forward again.
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�You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you? You’re going to take us both.” Eric’s voice was hard, and she nodded as much as she could as she tried to keep the rhythm of their movements.
“I’ve got you,” Colby’s voice came from behind her and then he pressed a slick finger against her tight rosebud. She tightened, and Eric groaned under her as Colby placed a hand on her lower back, rubbing slowly. “Relax.”
“I just need – I need –” She panted, trying to form a thought as the flurry of sensations threatened to drown her. Suddenly, Colby pulled her up out of Eric’s grip and his fist tightened in her hair, just as his other hand reached down to find her clit.
“Do you need to come, Meg?” Colby’s voice was dark, his lips pressed to the shell of her ear, and she whined and nodded, rocking her hips forward to meet Eric’s hard cock once again. His fingers picked up a devious circling motion that had her gasping and moaning in moments.
“Come, Megan.” Eric’s voice was a command, and her body was all too ready to obey. The orgasm crashed inside her and Colby let her collapse onto Eric’s chest, his arms wrapping around her back, his hand buried in her hair to hold her to his shoulder. It was a shuddering, golden wave of pure pleasure, even as she felt Colby slip a single finger, and then a second, past the tight ring of muscle. Her orgasm rebounded and Eric groaned under her as her pussy tightened down on him, his fist tightening in her hair unto the point of pain. “Do it.” He ordered, and Colby’s fingers left her.
Meg shivered, knowing what was next, but she was so lost in the haze of her orgasm that she couldn’t do anything but rock slowly on top of Eric as he kept one firm grip on her hip. Colby’s hand overlaid his a moment later, and she heard the familiar tear of a condom wrapper that had her body tensing.
“Relax, Megster, it’s me.” Colby’s thumb brushed over her hip, and she tried to relax, but then she felt his cock pressing against her ass and she whimpered.
“Please, sirs…” She begged.
“You can handle it,” Eric spoke softly and then he turned her head so she met his lips in a deep kiss, just as Colby pushed forward. He stretched her and she whined against Eric’s mouth, but he pressed forward further until the ache seemed to be swallowed by the sheer number of feelings she was trying to absorb.
“Fuck, Meg…” Colby groaned, his fingers tightening over Eric’s on her hip, and then his other hand found her opposite side and he held her still as he filled her, bottoming out until she was too full. Both of them making her shake as the pleasure and the pain twined together into an irreversible wave of sensation. “Are you okay?” He asked, and she moaned, pressing back against him until his own moan echoed hers.
“Yes, please,” Meg whimpered against Eric’s lips and then they started moving. Sometimes thrusting inside her at the same time, stretching her to an unimaginable extent, and others alternating until there was no space for her to think. She could feel Eric’s heart pounding against his chest, as if it were trying to meet her own, and Colby’s blond hair brushed her back as he leaned over her to thrust hard again.
“Again, Colby,” Eric growled and Colby pushed forward harder. Meg was caught between the two of them, the strong bodies that held her precariously over the drop into another orgasm that she was sure would send them all into oblivion. She tightened, trying to hold it off, and both of them hissed, tensing on either side of her as they shuddered.
“I’m going to -”
“Me too, come Megan.” Eric commanded her and she let go, ignoring the ferocious thrusts as they sought their completion and she let the sparkling heat of a third orgasm rise up and swallow her whole. Her mind was alight with fire, her nerves tingling, her body shaking, and then she felt Eric’s cock kick deep inside her. The warmth of his seed filled her, and Colby followed a moment later.
Their breaths were loud as she collapsed onto Eric’s chest, his arms wrapping around her back as Colby left a trail of fiery kisses along her ribs. “Christ. You’re perfect, Meg…” he whispered.
Warmth filled her chest, her heart aching at his words, and she wanted to wrap her arms around him too, but he slid from her. He lingered a moment, and then his touch left her completely and she heard his footsteps as he left the room.
“How are you, baby?” Eric lifted her chin, brushing her hair from her face while still buried inside her.
“Wonderful,” she purred and he grinned, his dimples appearing in his cheeks before he hugged her tight against him. She could feel his still racing heart outpacing her own just behind his ribs, and the strength of each beat reminded her how strong they were together. “I love you,” she whispered and he growled, turning to meet her lips in a fierce kiss.
“I love you so much more,” Eric said it confidently, as if he could possibly know something as ephemeral as that. With a nudge from him she sat up and in a moment he had lifted her from his hips and turned them so they were laid out on the bed in the right direction. It only took him a moment to take the cuffs off and lay down with her. He buried his nose in her hair, breathing deep before he kissed just behind her ear. “So much more.”
“Mind if I join?” Colby’s voice was rough from the doorway, and Megan lifted up on her elbow to look at the glorious outline of him in the doorway. “If it helps at all, I cleaned up and brought a blanket.”
“Get in bed, Colby,” Megan laughed, reaching a hand out for him. A sharp swat landed on her ass, and she looked back over her shoulder at Eric to see him smiling. He met her eyes and then he turned to Colby and waved him over.
“You heard the lady’s inappropriately bossy tone, get in bed, Colby.”
She wished she could see his expression as he walked towards them, but he was backlit from the bright light in the hall, and when he shut the door and flipped the switch to the lights in the room it was completely dark. Even though she couldn’t see him very well she could hear him padding across the floor, and she felt the unmistakable weight of him sitting on the edge of the bed. He curled up in front of her, inching closer until she could feel the heat of his skin. Colby threw the blanket across them all and then pillowed his head on his arm, facing her. Behind her Eric was tucked against her, both of them still too warm but she didn’t care. She had him, and Colby, and it felt perfect.
“Good night, Megster,” he whispered, and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. She lifted her head a bit to meet him, but he pulled back before she could intensify it, and then his hand landed just above Eric’s on her waist.
“Good night,” she mumbled, and the sound of their breaths echoing around her soon lulled her to sleep.
Megan awoke in the morning to the very familiar press of Eric’s cock against her ass, she smiled and stretched against him but then she jumped when she felt another hand trace up her belly before cupping her breast. Her eyes snapped open and she found herself staring into the perfectly blue eyes of Colby Warren.
“Morning.” He grinned, pinching her nipple until she hissed just as Eric’s hand slid between her thighs, brushing her clit with expert precision.
“Morning, baby,” her husband growled in her ear and she arched against his touch. His fingers started to move insistently and then her body rebelled with an urgency she couldn’t deny.
Megan grabbed his wrist, disappointed to miss out on the opportunity to share the moment a little longer, and she blushed as she spoke, “Sir, I really need to use the bathroom.”
A soft laugh came from both of them as they pulled away from her. “Go on, Megster.” Colby pushed her up and she whined at the idea of having to leave the two very naked, very hot men. She shuffled to the end of the bed and turned back to look at them, both propped up on their elbows. One dark, one light, and both perfect.
“Go, Megan,” Eric ordered, and she sighed and stood up, walking to the door. She winced in the bright light of the hall as she stumbled towards the bathroom and used it, thinking over the night before and how wonderful it had been.
Eric was always good to her, always,
but Colby was something special too. Meg had missed him in the months where she had grown closer to delivery, and then there had been the exhausting months of her healing as newborn Dante took over their house. She loved that little boy more than anyone else in the world, but last night had been more than just fun, it had been restorative. It had reset the balance in her and Eric’s relationship, reminded them both of just how little they had played since Dante was born, and Colby had been a huge part of that. Colby felt like a missing piece, and she wasn’t quite sure how to voice her feelings without hurting Eric, or both of them.
As she cleaned up and stood to face the mirror, she wished she looked more like the goddess in her mind – more like what they made her feel like. Some immortal state of perfection, untouched by the strains of carrying a child, of being exhausted, of being almost thirty-three.
With a deep breath she tore her eyes from the mirror and marched back towards the playroom, pushing the door wide until the light from the hall caught both Eric and Colby leaning on their sides, mid-conversation. They had been discussing something, but they stopped short as their eyes turned to find her. Eric was broad and strong, full of the physical power she had come to revel in every day of their marriage, whether he was sitting on the floor playing daddy, or bending her over the sofa to be her Dom. Colby was carved perfection, and she knew how hard he worked at it from the few times she’d met up with him at the gym – he was a machine, and his deep cut abs and carved arms proved it.
Eric reached out for her, “Join us, baby.”
Colby did the same, his arm reaching for her like he was another limb on the same tree, and she was the missing core between them. “Come back to bed, Megster.”
She climbed on to the end of the bed, self-conscious for a moment until the saw the hunger in both of their eyes, and their cocks hardening against their thighs was a sign that was impossible to ignore. They each pulled her down, nestling her between them so they could look down on her, their hands already trailing over her skin, leaving shivers in their wakes.
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