It feels like I’m dreaming. This doesn’t seem real. I mean, obviously I’m around polyamory all the time, and multiple partners isn’t something that I bat an eyelash at. I guess I just never expected it for myself. But the idea of sharing them while they share each other has my panties practically dripping.
Ivan is riding in the backseat with me and he tugs me into the middle seat, keeping me close to him. Even with both of our seatbelts fastened, we’re still able to make out like horny teenagers the entire drive home.
I feel a little self-conscious, knowing that Myles is glancing in the rearview mirror and Darren is watching us from the passenger seat. But I can’t help myself. I’ve never felt like this, a fire under my skin and an insatiable need to be touched.
Ivan’s hand ventures under the hem of my skirt and I can feel my pulse throbbing through every inch of me. His thumb slides over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and my lust spikes. When I gasp, Ivan catches my lower lip between his teeth.
I’m about ready to wriggle out of this dress and straddle him right back here when I feel the car stop moving. Reluctantly, I pull myself away from Ivan, panting and tingling all over, and look out the window.
To my shock, the house we’re parked in front of can barely be called a house. Mansion seems a little more accurate. “Wait a second, you guys live here?” I squeak.
Darren chuckles. “Yeah, this is home,” he says with a shrug.
I’m speechless. Myles gets out of the car and opens my door for me, setting off a flurry of girly emotions that only deepen my attraction to him.
I can’t help but feel glamorous, like some sort of princess, sliding out of this fancy car in my little red dress and heels and slipping into the arms of one gorgeous man while I’m flanked by two more. And then they lead me into their castle.
Chapter Five
Jessie
Once inside, they start to show me around, but the tour is short lived when Darren grabs me in the living room and claims my lips with his. Heat ripples through me and I know I can’t wait any longer. I tear my mouth away and take a step back, breathing hard.
I carefully maneuver my arms behind my own back and tug down the zipper on the red dress. It’s a challenge to unzip it alone, but I manage to get it down far enough to slip down my shoulders. I slip my arms free of the little cap sleeves, and the dress slides down the rest of my body and puddles at my feet.
I kick it off to the side near the coffee table, leaving me clad in nothing but a black lace bra and panties and the red heels.
Three sets of eyebrows lift in surprise, and truth be told, even I’m a little shocked at my own bold actions. I’ve always been pretty shy about my body, honestly. But I’ve clearly cast aside a number of my inhibitions as is, or I wouldn’t be standing here now at all.
And my confidence surges as I take in their gazes. They’re eyeing my curves ravenously, and the lust surging in the air is palpable. Growing even more emboldened, I reach behind my own back once more and unhook my bra. My nerves flutter when I feel the band go slack and I slide the straps down my arms.
That’s when Darren steps forward and takes over. He loops the straps over his fingers, his eyes burning into mine. I move my hands away and let him pull the garment away from my breasts, exposing them fully to the gorgeous man and his partners. He tosses it away and it lands draped across the back of the sofa.
My whole little striptease has been silent but for the sound of our breathing, though I swear I can hear my own heartbeat echoing through the room. Darren’s hand ventures up the side of my breast, his thumb slowly extending out and brushing closer to my nipple.
The teasing pace drives me wild, and when the heat of his fingertips finally sweeps over my nipple, the eager little bud stiffens instantly, reaching toward his touch like a bloom toward the sun.
A little moan rolls out of my throat as his fingers make slow, lazy circles on the sensitive flesh and my whole body trembles. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes.
I don’t know what to say, but I also don’t have time to think about it, because suddenly, I feel large hands sliding under the waistband of my panties, shoving the black lace down so it skims over my hips and pools at my feet. The motion is so quick I almost miss it, and then in an instant, I’m fully exposed, pinned between Darren and Myles.
Myles cups my backside with his massive hands and gives it a squeeze, and it makes me appreciate my own ass a little for the first time.
Darren bends and presses a kiss to the side of my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access, letting out a contented little sigh of pleasure. The brush of his lips sears like a brand, so hot I almost can’t handle it. My legs are trembling so badly I’m afraid I might fall.
Another pair of hands joins in and teases my other breast. I glance over at Ivan and see pure lust and worship in his gaze.
It’s a heady thing, being the center of attention among these fucking Greek gods. These guys could have anyone they want, including each other, and yet they’re still looking at me like they’re the lucky ones.
Darren’s kisses venture lower and my breath hitches. My eyes flutter closed as his lips and teeth blaze a trail down the swell of my breast. To my surprise, however, his lips don’t replace his fingers on my nipple, but instead they burn a path down the canyon of my cleavage and continue down.
My eyelids snap back open as Darren sinks to his knees. Myles holds my hips to keep me upright while Darren pushes my thighs apart with both hands. Ivan takes over for him, now fondling both of my tits. His touch is less teasing than Darren’s, rougher, but it feels just as good.
And I need to be touched in a way I’ve never felt. The desire building in me is so intense that I’m shaking. Darren’s hands trace a burning path along my inner thighs and I’m panting. He drags a finger slowly along the dripping length of my slit and I whimper. “Please,” I gasp.
“Please what?” he asks with mock innocence.
My body trembles and my hips twitch, desperately seeking the friction of his touch, but he continues to tease me. “Touch me,” I beg.
“I am,” he says with the same mock innocence, “You’ll have to be more specific.”
I let out a growl of frustration that makes him laugh. “I want you to finger-fuck my pussy and make me cum, you fucking tease,” I snap.
All three of them laugh.
My cheeks flame, but my arousal has overwhelmed whatever sense of propriety I was still clinging to. And the dirty talk has the desired effect: Darren plunges his fingers between my folds as Ivan bends to take one of my nipples between his lips. My head falls back and I let out a choked gasp of bliss.
Myles bends and kisses me at a weird, upside-down angle, his chin brushing my nose.
Darren strokes my clit and Ivan flicks his tongue over my nipple. My knees go weak, and I’m grateful for Myles’ hands at my waist keeping me from falling. White-hot pleasure consumes me and I feel a release building quickly.
Myles moves his mouth away from mine and his lips brush my ear. “I can’t wait until it’s my turn to make you feel good,” he murmurs, making me shiver in delicious anticipation even as a climax is building inside me.
“I’m so close,” I choke out, my voice a breathy, shaky squeak, “Please, please make me cum.”
And they’re happy to oblige. Myles reaches around and toys with the nipple not being serviced by Ivan’s talented tongue, and Darren’s nimble fingers only pick up the pace, driving me faster and faster toward the release I desperately crave. And when it hits, it shakes me to my core.
My legs give out and Myles has to catch me. I hardly notice, lost in pure pleasure and sensation more intense than anything I’ve ever known. They gently lower me to the plush carpet and give me a moment to come down. I struggle to catch my breath, my body shaking as I return to myself.
But just as I think I’ve recovered, Myles is kneeling between my legs, taking Darren’s place. He gazes up at me with a smirk loaded with mischief be
fore his face disappears between my thighs and I feel the heat of his tongue dragging long and slow along my soaking wet cunt.
I let out a sharp cry of pleasure, my body arching off the floor and my fingers digging tight into the carpet. “Holy fuck,” I gasp.
His tongue works some kind of otherworldly magic on my pussy, sending jolts of pleasure through me and making me see stars. My eyes roll back in my head and I lose myself in the ecstasy. I feel the heat of lips and tongues on both of my nipples, Darren on one side and Ivan returning his attentions to the other.
It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
I’ve been touched before, and this isn’t my first experience with oral sex, but this was something new. This was what it was like to be with a man, experienced and sure, rather than a boy fumbling with bra clasps.
So when my second climax slams into me so hard my fucking ears are ringing, let’s just say I’m unprepared and I scream like a banshee.
Myles gives a few more long, languid passes through my folds with his tongue, sending aftershocks rippling through me that make my body twitch. When he finally raises his head, he’s wearing a smug, cat-who-swallowed-the-canary grin.
“How’s she taste, Myles?” Darren asks.
“Try her for yourself,” Myles says.
Without warning, he plunges a finger into my pussy and I gasp. “Oh, fuck!”
He pumps it in and out for a moment before removing his hand. I let out an involuntary whine of protest, but what he does next is worth the little bit of frustration.
He offers his finger, dripping with my juices, to Darren’s mouth. Darren wraps his lips around the offering and sucks on it. My cheeks flame, but the sight is so erotic that I’m breathless.
Once Darren’s sucked it clean, Myles pulls his finger back. “You know,” Ivan pipes up, “I think I might need to take a taste, too.”
Myles grins and I bite my lip. At least this time, I’m prepared for the blissful assault of Myles’ finger plunging deep into my snatch. And this time, he works my clit, too, and pleasure coils in my abdomen.
But just as I’m nearing the brink, he stops again. “Fuck!” I groan in frustration.
He offers the wet digit to the other man, and Ivan takes a taste of me, too. His eyes lock on mine and when Myles pulls his hand away, Ivan’s lips curl up into a devilish smirk.
“Hmm, I think I need a little more to get a real idea of how good she tastes,” he says.
Myles chuckles and stands up. “Be my guest,” he says, and the two swap places.
Ivan’s not fucking around with the teasing now, he dives between my legs and starts devouring my pussy, making my back arch as I gasp and shriek in wild pleasure. The strokes of his tongue are fast and focused, a strange contrast after Myles’ slow, exploring passes. It’s another example of them all being so different, but all so fucking good.
He sucks lightly on my clit and I think I go blind from the white-hot pleasure that sears my brain. A third orgasm hits me without warning and my body is shaking so hard that Ivan has to pin my thighs in place while he laps up my juices.
My eyes are closed, but I can feel their stares on me as my chest heaves and I come back down from being catapulted into heaven.
When my eyes finally flutter open and I see three gorgeous faces grinning down at me, my heart does a weird little flip-flop in my chest.
“So, Jessie,” Darren asks, “You ready for the fun to start?”
Chapter Six
Ivan
Myles has to carry our shaky-legged paramour upstairs to our bed, a fact I take deep satisfaction in. Once the three of us are done with her, she might not walk right all week.
He tosses her into the center of our bed and she lets out a little squeal. She props herself up on her elbows and I still for a moment. The sight of her, pale skin glowing against the dark blue silk of our sheets, looks like it should be a painting.
Although if I had that painting, I’d probably never get a damn thing done. With those pert pink nipples just begging to be sucked and the lowered lids over her bedroom eyes, any painting of this view would just be too much of a distraction and I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands out of my fucking pants.
As it is, I quickly rid myself of the aforementioned pants, along with the rest of my clothes, in a flash. My cock is rock-hard and throbbing. Jessie shifts and crawls to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees, beckoning me over with a finger.
When I’m within her reach, her hand snakes out and wraps around my erection firmly. Her grip is tight, her skin silky soft, and when she starts to stroke my dick, it feels fucking incredible and I let out a groan.
She looks up at me with those huge, doe-brown eyes, locking her gaze on mine, and slowly, she wraps those petal-pink lips around the head of my cock.
Holy fuck.
It’s almost enough to make me blow my load instantly, watching her slowly take in more of my cock while keeping firmly locked eye contact, but I steel myself with a deep breath. Darren, meanwhile, has sheathed himself in a condom and he positions himself behind her.
He grips her ass and positions her so he can enter her from behind, and when his fingers delve into her pussy in preparation, I can feel her moan reverberating through my entire fucking pelvis.
While Darren is fingering her tight little hole and she’s sucking my cock, I beckon Myles over and wrap my hand around his huge tool. He sucks in a sharp breath of surprise, but makes no protest as I start jerking him off.
The whole thing feels a little bit like an erotic game of Twister, and I fucking love it. Darren finally slides into her pussy and she lets out another moan, surprisingly loud with how far my dick is down her throat.
The four of us fall into a rhythm and I lose myself in the chaotic pleasure of it all. The vibrations of Jessie’s moans run through me, making the sensations of her lips and tongue even more intense.
The pleasure builds and builds, and I know I’m getting close, so reluctantly, I pull out for a little break. But when I swap places with Myles, I get to enjoy the sight of Jessie deep-throating his massive cock while my other boyfriend pounds her pussy, so I have to say it’s worth it.
It’s strange. All of us used to be such jealous little shits, but now, I’m getting off watching the two men I love the most pounding this gorgeous woman. And I realize I’d be enjoying this even if I wasn’t playing, too. I could get off just to the sight of their pleasure.
But my partners are generous lovers, and don’t let me play voyeur for long before pulling me back in, Myles wrapping one of his huge hands around my shaft and pumping hard.
I notice Darren’s rhythm quickening and hear the familiar hitch in his breath that tells me he’s about to cum. But apparently Jessie beats him to the finish line, her body convulsing in the rippling waves of orgasm, her screams of pleasure only slightly muted by Myles’ cock buried deep in her throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Darren’s words are a mixture of gasp and groan, and I can only assume her cunt is constricting around his shaft like a vice as her climax rocks her.
It tips him over the edge and he lets out a feral groan as he grips her hips and gives that deep, final thrust and spurts his load into the thin latex barrier between them.
And I can’t help but think that if watching it all was that hot, that taking my own turn with our new little plaything is going to be out of this fucking world.
But, I’ve always been a fan of delayed gratification, so I nudge Myles to take his turn next. While he’s rolling on a condom, Jessie shifts from her hands and knees to a propped position on the pillows for a little break while she recovers.
Darren tosses out his condom, and when he returns, he bends to kiss Jessie. The sight stirs an unexpected wave of emotion in me, but I don’t have time to process before Myles is sheathed and ready to make Jessie scream.
Jessie starts to shift back onto her knees, but he gently shoves her back onto the pillows. He parts her legs and kneels between her thighs. Darren and I d
ecide to sit on either side of her, and I’m grateful once again for the online company we’d bought our oversized mattress from.
While Myles hitches her legs around his waist and sinks deep into her tight little hole, Darren and I each take a breast and lazily tease her nipples with our fingertips.
“Ohhh, fuck,” she breathes, “That feels so good.”
The entire atmosphere in the room has shifted, from the wild, frantic energy of earlier to a slower, calmer pace, but just as hot.
Jessie’s earlier screams of pleasure are softer whimpers now, but the hitches in her breathing and the small, involuntary twitches of her body as her nerves go crazy sow me that Myles is doing just as good a job at working her pussy as Darren did.
I can’t fucking wait for my own turn, and my dick throbs as the prospect draws nearer.
“Oh, God, yes, I’m gonna cum again!” Jessie cries, throwing her head back against the pillows.
Myles’ breathing gets heavier and his thrusts get quicker and more uneven. When Jessie’s cries of pleasure crescendo, signaling her release, I see the final, stuttering thrusts of his hips as he blows his load inside her.
He pulls out and rolls off of her, stepping aside to peel off and throw away the condom, and I reach into the drawer for a foil packet of my own. I expect Jessie to be sated and spent, rag-doll limp, but when I finish wrapping my shaft and turn back to her, she’s still panting from orgasm, but eyeing me with lust.
I can’t help but imagine how much fun we could really have with an insatiable temptress like her. It feels strange to be in an intimate situation and be paying so little attention to each other, but if we did this again?
My mind races with images of a million scenarios, and flashes on one in particular: Darren balls-deep in Jessie’s pussy while Myles fucks him from behind.
The mental image quickly gets filed away in my mental bank of fantasies, and I wonder if it’s one we’ll get the chance to fulfill. But I force myself not to worry about next time and instead focus on the now.
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