by Stella Brie
Yum, so fresh.
Juice squirts out as I bite into it, running down my chin and dripping on my left breast. Lowell grabs my wrist before I can wipe it up. He gets off the barstool and squats down. Parting my robe, he licks the drops of strawberry from my breast.
“Oh, so sweet, my dear. It reminds me of another sweet from earlier this evening.” Chuckling, he helps me stand. “I’d pick you up and carry you, but I believe we should walk off this cake, don’t you?”
Um, right. Ben Wa balls. They had pretty much settled while I was sitting until I barely remembered them.
After taking a few steps, I gasp as they knock together. It’s like I forgot what they felt like for a second. Reaching out to the door frame, I glare back at Lowell, who’s still laughing behind me. I don’t mind them, but combined with the sensitivity from our first round, it’s a bit of a torture fest.
By the time we’re back upstairs, my nipples are hard and stiff, and my clit is pulsing with need. Lowell takes my robe off me and leads me over to the bed. Standing by the side, I wait for his instructions. I can tell his natural, controlling nature is coming out to play and he needs me submissive to his demands.
Pleased, he murmurs, “That deserves a reward, my dear.” Laying me sideways on the bed, he spreads my legs before reaching down to insert a finger into me. He removes the Ben Wa balls and begins stroking my pussy. “Mmm, you’re so wet already, let’s go straight to three.” He inserts two more fingers. Moaning, I raise my hips to meet the thrusts of his long fingers, which feel so good as they slide in and out of me. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers.”
Leaning over me further, he sucks hard on my nipple. Arching, I push closer to him. “Mm. Harder, Lowell.” Pulling back, he blows on my nipple before reaching down and tightening the clamp. A quick sting of pain hits me before I feel only the tight sensation. “Again. Please, Lowell.” He repeats this on the other nipple. Whimpering, my head rolls from side to side as the pleasure and pain swirl inside me.
“Fuck, Angel.”
Opening my eyes, Shaw is watching Lowell as he tightens the last clamp. Lowell reaches out and skims my nipple in the clamp, generating small tremors of pleasure, before steadily pulling on the chain and my nipples. The bite feels good against the wave of pleasure.
“More.” Panting, my voice is demanding as I wait for Lowell to continue. Lowell’s hand stills. I look up at his implacable face. “Please, Lowell. Help me come.” Tilting his head, he smiles darkly before removing his fingers. Crying out, I lay there, waiting for him to decide our next course of action, knowing he’s not ready to for me to come yet.
He sucks his fingers clean before reaching down and parting my folds. “You’re so deliciously wet, my dear. Shaw’s cock is going to feel so good sliding into you. Look at her beautiful pussy, Shaw.”
Groaning, Shaw slides a finger over me. He brings it to his mouth and sucks it. “Angel, you’re so fucking sweet.”
“Let’s get you into another position.”
Lowell helps me sit up, gives me a kiss, then shows me where he wants me next. On my knees, facing the end of the bed.
Once I’m in position, he pulls a loop out of the corner rail before motioning for Shaw to do the same on the other side. They each pull one of my hands through a loop until I’m strung up between the two posts at the end of the bed. My body is on display, ready for their next command.
They both get undressed quickly. I’d seen Lowell’s lean, muscular body earlier, so my attention shifts to Shaw. His broad shoulders and lean waist are packed tightly with muscles. His cock, thick and hard, juts between two muscular thighs.
Mm...he’s definitely a fine, sexy man.
My breath hitches as I look from one to the other. Possessiveness and desire roar through me. They are mine. Mine tonight, and mine tomorrow.
Lowell moves to stand at the end of the bed, facing me. Shaw gets up on the bed behind me. I should be nervous at this moment, but I’m not. It’s intoxicating. Powerful.
I can feel Shaw’s hard body pressing up against mine before he sits back on his heels. His hands drop to my ass, and he rubs his hands down my cheeks reverently.
“Beautiful. My ass is so beautiful.”
Grabbing some oil from the nightstand, he rubs oil onto every inch.
Damn, that feels good.
As I push back, my ass brushes up against his cock. Inhaling sharply, I push back again, and it slides along my crack. I moan at the feeling and thought. This time, he grabs my hips and holds me to him so I can feel every bit of his cock against me. It feels so big nestled against my tiny little hole. He slides it up and down, as if to mimic the act. My thoughts drift to him fucking my ass, and I moan louder.
“Patience, Angel. We have to get this beautiful hole ready for my cock.” He exhales sharply. “Lowell, do you have any plugs?” His hands continue to massage the oil while he waits for Lowell to hand him a plug and some lubricant. “Have you ever had a plug, Angel?”
“It’s been a while. I experimented a bit in college.” Biting my lip, I look back at him. “I loved it.”
Groaning, he reaches down and squeezes his cock for a second. “Damn, Angel. Now all I want to do is fuck your sweet ass. Let’s start with a plug tonight, OK?”
Agreeing, I turn my attention back to Lowell. He’s been quiet, watching me and Shaw, until now. He snags the chain tethering my clamped nipples together and tugs me forward to kiss me hard. As his hands loosen the clamps for a few minutes, tingles rush in, causing me to cry out. His tongue instantly soothes each one, licking and lightly sucking them. Pleasure chases away the pain. I smile. I swear, this man loves my breasts as much as I do.
With Lowell sucking my nipples, I am lost in a haze until I feel Shaw’s finger probing my back hole. Rimming it, he spreads lube before slipping inside. I pant and moan at the feeling of him inside me.
Lowell’s lips pop off one nipple and move to the other. I feel a slight pinch as he tightens the clamp on the first nipple again. At the same time, I feel another pinch below as Shaw inserts a second finger. He strokes them in and out. I feel full and turned on. Another pinch in front, and I look down to see Lowell has tightened the clamp on the second nipple. Breathing heavily, I hold my breath as I wait for the next move.
Lowell leans over my shoulder to watch Shaw. “Hmm, you love Shaw finger fucking your ass, don’t you, dear?”
“Yes, I love it.” Shaw withdraws his fingers, and I whimper.
“When I tell you, I want you to bear down just a little bit. Do you understand, Angel?” Waiting for my agreement, he pushes my shoulders and head further towards Lowell so he can have better access. Groaning, he caresses my ass before holding the plug up to my opening. “Now, Angel.” As I bear down, he slides the plug all the way inside. He gives it a few strokes, causing me to moan loudly before he pushes it up snug to my ass. Pulling me to sit up, I inhale sharply as I feel the plug move. “Are you okay, Angel? How’s it feel?”
“Full but good. I’d forgotten just how good it feels.” Need burns through my entire body as I wait for their next move.
Shaw pulls my head around for a long, deep kiss before releasing me. “Lowell needs you, Angel.”
I turn around to see Lowell stroking his cock, waiting for me. Licking my lips, I open my mouth for him. Groaning, he pulls my head back and grips my hair. Realizing with my hands still tied, I don’t have the ability to hold his cock or guide it either. Lowell will control both the angle and thrust. With this position, I must take whatever he gives me. My only power will be the skills my mouth deploys to incite pleasure. He slowly enters my mouth and strokes in and out while I suck and lick his cock. His eyes glitter as he looks at Shaw behind me and gives him a signal. “That’s it, beautiful. Take my cock while Shaw fills that sweet pussy of yours.”
A second later, I feel Shaw’s cock at the opening of my pussy. Lifting me up a bit, he brings me down entirely on his cock in one thrust. Moaning at the sensation of his thick cock sliding into me, I r
ealize they’re both in control now. My hands grip the cords on each side.
They work together to keep their rhythms in sync. Lowell fucks my mouth, almost pushing me down on to Shaw’s cock before Shaw uses his strength to lift me up again. I’m lost in sensation, moaning and talking incoherently about how good it feels, as the two men pleasure me thoroughly.
Lowell breaks out in a sweat as he struggles to keep a slow pace. Finally, Shaw starts speeding up, and Lowell takes that as his cue. He fucks me hard, my lips stretched to take everything he’s giving me.
“That’s it, dear. Take every inch of my cock with your plump, pink lips. And your sweet tongue.” He moans loudly. “So beautiful. Yes!”
His pace is furious and jerky before he suddenly slows and comes. He grips his cock while I lick up every drop. After a second or two, he pulls out. My head falls forward, resting on him for a moment. Breathing heavily, he strokes my hair where he had clenched it.
“Thank you, my dear. That was incredible. I love you.”
“I love you, Lowell.” The words flow out before I can give them another thought.
His eyes light up at my words. Joy spreads through me as he captures my lips and tongue in a passionate tango to show me how he feels. Love flows between us. Silent, but commanding. After minutes, or days, the kiss draws to a temporary conclusion. My face turns to the side as I breathe deeply, working to capture every ounce of oxygen.
Sweeping my hair out of my face, he buries his face in my neck and breathes me in.
“Lowell,” Shaw bites out, his control at its limits.
Lowell raises his head and gives me a brief kiss before giving Shaw a signal. Groaning, Shaw strokes in and out slowly again, helping my body finds its pace.
Moaning, I try to lean back and loop my arm around his neck, but the loops stop me short of my goal. Dropping my hands to my thighs, I arch back into his thrust, working to find a way to get him deeper inside of me.
“Angel, I know. I need to be deeper, too.” Rising up on his knees, he pushes my face down into the mattress in front of me. He gives a few strokes, slow but deep.
“Shaw, that’s it. All the way.” This is exactly what I needed as I feel his cock dive all the way inside of me. “Faster.”
Shaw’s hips pull back slowly before he thrusts in hard and fast. My moans give him the affirmation he needs as he thrusts again and again. “That’s it, Angel. That pussy is so tight and wet around my cock. It’s just begging for me to slide in hard and fast. With that plug in your ass, it’s like having two cocks in you at once. Tell me. Does it feel good, Angel? Do you want more?”
Incoherent, I nod. With each stroke, the plug moves with his cock, as if two different cocks are fucking me at once. “So good. Shaw. I love your cock. Love it. Need it. Faster, please. So close.” I’m almost delirious as I hover on the precipice.
Reaching down, Shaw strokes and pinches my clit, and finally my body sets off like a firework.
“Shaw!”
My body clenches his cock and plug as the first wave rolls through me. Lowell then releases the nipple clamps, and pain rolls into pleasure. Screaming, I ride them both.
At the sound of his name, Shaw drives into me one more time and roars loudly as he lets go. I feel him pulse within me as he comes. Pulling me tight to his cock, he gives little pulses.
“Fuck, Angel.” His head drops to my back as he leans heavily on me while he tries to catch his breath. “Angel, I agree with Lowell. Damn, you’re incredible. Thank you.”
“Mm. I agree. It was incredible.” My body shivers as he slowly pulls out before also pulling out the plug. Groaning at how my body feels so empty now physically, but so full emotionally. “A night of firsts. My first threesome. The first time I’ve had three holes filled at once. My first Ben Wa balls. My first time with each of you. I’m not sure plain old sex is going to be enough anymore,” I tease.
Groaning, I shift my body to sit up so they can take my hands out of the loops. Lowell pulls my hands from the loops, massaging each one to make sure they both have feeling before dropping a kiss on them.
Yawning, I run a hand through the mess on my head. I’m exhausted.
“Angel, let’s get cleaned up, and we’ll all get some sleep. OK?” Shaw helps me off the bed before reaching down to claim my lips in his own passionate declaration.
I could get used to all of these kisses.
When we return to the bed, both men slip in the covers, leaving me a spot in the middle. I slip in-between them and sink down onto the pillow.
I feel a kiss on my shoulder as Shaw snuggles into my back. Lowell pulls me into his arms and gives me a kiss on my lips. I swear I’m wearing a smile as I fall into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER 32
KATE
The next morning, I drag myself away from Lowell and Shaw and head back to my apartment. Thayer is coming home today, and I feel like they could all use some alone time to get him settled. Plus, after his first call to the office, I’m nervous about meeting him. Here I am, seriously dating three of his brothers, and I’m a complete stranger. I’m sure he’ll wonder how we all quickly ended up together.
I keep myself busy by running errands. They’re having me over for lunch and an official introduction to Thayer tomorrow, and I want to make a dessert. Even though Lev’s got the food covered, I want to contribute something to the lunch. Lev’s chocolate cake is delicious, but it’s rich, so I decide to make an angel’s food cake with a strawberry whip cream frosting. After finishing the cake, I make the frosting and set it aside. I’ll frost it tomorrow before I leave.
The rest of the evening, I alternate between worrying about Thayer and thinking about Lowell and Shaw. While being with both of them at the same time should have felt awkward, it didn’t. Everything seemed to flow easily between me and them. I blush as I think about being at their mercy. It’s a new side to me I never expected, but their domination allows me more freedom. I think less about what I should be doing, or if they’re enjoying it. I am in the moment.
In every other part of my life, my Type A personality rarely lets me be a follower. My brain is too busy to spend more than a second in the present. With Lowell and Shaw, letting go felt amazing. Giving that control to someone else and knowing they will only give or take what I need is liberating.
In my twenties, my mind was consumed with school, my residency, my marriage, and my first position as a doctor. Then when everything fell apart, survival consumed my thoughts, and life narrowed down to a pinpoint. Each step I took was carefully researched and plotted to be sure it wouldn’t backfire.
Now, my horizon is broadening again. With it, a sense of self-awareness and strength allowing me the freedom to be the woman I was born to be. Loving all three of them amplifies this newfound stage of life. Being with both of them exemplifies it. But it’s tenuous in this early stage, and I’m not sure how it will hold up against Thayer.
Standing, I stretch and groan at the soreness, especially those muscles that haven’t been used in a while. Grinning, I head to the bedroom, flop down on the bed, and I’m out.
The next morning, I finish up the cake and take time getting ready. Sifting through my closet, I decide to wear a strappy red sundress and cork wedges. With my hair down in its natural state, it says pretty and summery without trying too hard. I think. Taking a deep breath, I stare myself down in the mirror and stick out my tongue. The mirror returns the favor, and I laugh.
I carefully prop the cake stand in the passenger seat of my rental and start the drive over to their place.
Groaning, I realize that’s another thing I still need to sort out. Getting a new vehicle. I need to decide which SUV I want to purchase next. While I love Lowell’s, I’m not sure I want to spend that much. Biting my lip, I consider asking Shaw or Lowell to go shopping with me, but I kind of love the thrill of beating the salesperson in negotiations, which would be hard to do with a man beside me. Salesmen tend to focus on the men. Shrugging, I decide to think about it another d
ay.
Parking in front of the house, I see Shaw striding from the barn. We meet on the passenger side of my car. His hands slide around and cup my ass as he swoops down for a passionate kiss.
“Angel, I know it’s only been a day, but after our night together, I can’t think of anything else. I miss you. I miss your sweet ass. Maybe we should all talk about you coming over on the weekends and staying with us? I know you’re busy during the week, but I feel like we don’t get enough time together. Just the two of us and all of us together. What do you think?” His brown eyes search mine for answers.
Frowning, I look at the house before I answer. “Let’s wait and see how things go. Thayer’s only been home for a second, and I don’t want to barge into his life. Especially right now, when he’s feeling unsettled as it is. I’d love to be with you, all of you, but I want it to be right, too.”
Running a hand through his hair, he blows out a breath, “I understand your point, but let’s not push back the decision too far.”
I agree and reach down to grab the cake out of the front seat and follow him to the front door. Entering the kitchen, I hand the cake to Lev.
“What?! You didn’t have to bring anything but your delicious self, especially not food.”
“I can cook, you know. You are not the only one. By the way, that needs to go into the refrigerator until we’re ready to serve it.” I raise up on my tiptoes and give his pouty lower lip a nibble. “It’s an angel food cake, with strawberry whipped cream frosting.”
He gives a soft groan and reaches down to deepen the kiss. We’re kissing for a few minutes when I hear something I haven’t heard in a while. A soft whirring sound that stops behind me. Dread fills my stomach, and a light sweat breaks out on my forehead. That sound. I try to get a hold of myself before turning around.
Looking down, I see a man with blond tousled hair and icy blue eyes staring at me from a wheelchair. Gasping, I back up into Lev.