by Becca Van
“I called him from your bedroom, darlin’. He knows to be more alert than before. Stop worrying about anyone else but yourself. You’re the one that needs protecting, not us. Come on, Rachel, stop thinking and eat your dinner. Everything is going to be all right,” Sam reiterated.
Chapter Nine
Since Rachel had slept so late that morning, she stayed up sitting on the sofa in the living room, the television playing quietly in the background as she tried to read her erotic novel. She’d read the same paragraph three times in a row without taking in what she was reading. She finally placed the book on the coffee table, giving up the futility of her persistence. Damon and Sam had gone to bed hours earlier to get a good night’s sleep in preparation for work tomorrow. A quick glance at the clock amended that thought to “today.”
Rachel sat up straight, her whole body on alert, when she heard a noise at the front door. The sound of a key being put into the lock made her body slump with relief again. Tyson was home. She looked over to the entryway as the door swung open, her eyes drawn to the big, brawny man standing in the doorway. She watched Tyson close and lock the door then make his way over to the sofa, sitting down beside her and taking one of her hands in his.
“What are you still doing up, sugar? You should have been in bed hours ago.”
“I slept late, and even though my body’s tired, I can’t get my mind to stop turning in circles.”
“Sugar, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. You’re going to make yourself sick. Why don’t I pour us both a glass of wine? Maybe that’ll help relax you enough to fall asleep.”
“Actually, that sounds good. I can’t remember the last time I had a glass of wine. I was too worried about dimming my senses.”
“Do you have a preference, sugar?”
“As long as it’s white wine, no,” Rachel replied, getting to her feet with a helping hand from Tyson.
Rachel followed Tyson into the kitchen, relishing the feel of his skin against hers. She was reluctant to let him go, but in the end had to in order to let him uncork and pour the wine. Once done, he picked up the glasses and led the way back to the living room. He placed the glasses on the coffee table, sat down, and pulled her down beside him. He pulled her up close to him, picked up the glasses, and handed one to her, then placed an arm around her shoulders, keeping her anchored against him.
“Do you want to talk about what’s going on inside that head of yours, sugar?” Tyson asked.
“I…I just don’t know what to do anymore, Ty. I know I should leave. The last thing I want is for you, your brothers, or your friends to get hurt because of me. I just don’t know what I want anymore.”
“Does this confusion have anything to do with you and Damon making love?”
Rachel whipped her head around to stare at Tyson then quickly looked away again as she felt heat rising in her cheeks. How the hell does he know about that?
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Rachel, but you need to know there are no secrets between me and my brothers. We tell each other everything, and some things have no need to be voiced—we just know what the other needs or thinks instinctively. Sam told me when he called to let me know to be on alert after finding those bugs in your room. We all want you equally, Rachel. The thought of loving you with my brothers has me so hot, but the last thing I want to do is have you running scared. You think about what we want with you, and then if and when you’re ready, you let one of us know. Come on, it’s time we were in bed. Grab your glass and I’ll meet you in your room. I’m gonna take a quick shower. Then we can go to sleep.”
“What do you mean we?” Rachel asked warily.
“From now on, you will have one of us sleeping in your bed with you, sugar. That way we know you’ll be safe,” Tyson stated as he helped Rachel to her feet.
Tyson led Rachel to her bedroom then left to take his shower. By the time he got back, Rachel was safely tucked up in bed, sipping her glass of wine.
Rachel kept her eyes averted as Tyson walked to the other side of the bed, as he was only wearing a pair of form-fitting boxers. He got into the bed and leaned against the pillow, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her up against his side. The feel of naked flesh beneath her cheek as they half sat, half reclined in bed made her body heat up. He smelled so good. The scent of masculine soap and clean man had her gulping her wine nervously.
“Relax, sugar. I don’t bite. Well, I won’t, not unless you ask me to,” Tyson said with a chuckle. He placed a kiss against her temple and sipped his wine.
Rachel began to relax as the alcohol started to work its way through her blood. Her eyes were becoming too heavy to keep open. She felt Tyson remove the glass from her hand, and then he pulled her down beside him until they were lying flat in bed. She heard him turn the lamp off and slid into a light doze, the sound of Tyson’s steady heartbeat enough to send her off into a dream.
Hands, mouths, and teeth nibbled and caressed all over her body. She arched her chest up, pushing her nipples into the warm, moist mouths imparting pleasure on her body. She smiled and stretched up again when she heard the masculine chuckles. Then she was moaning as fingers ran up and down the length of her pussy. A light touch to her clitoris and a finger pushing into her tight, wet vagina and she was mewling and panting for breath. She couldn’t get enough of the pleasure being bestowed upon her. Large, warm, gentle hands spread her thighs wide, and the finger at the entrance to her cunt pushed into her body until it could go no further. She bucked her hips up when a warm, wet tongue flicked over her protruding clit. God, she was in heaven, and she never wanted her dream to end.
The tongue at the top of her slit worked her into a frenzy of pleasurable sensation. Her whole body felt languid, her muscles lax and heavy. Her muscles tightened, reaching for a climax which was so close and yet still too far away. She arched her hips up and gave a sob of delight as the mouth on her cunt sucked her little nub in between its lips, bracketing it with gentle teeth and laving over the nerves rapidly. She could feel her cream dripping from the hole in her body, down over her ass to the sheet below. The finger embedded in her pussy slid out to sit just inside then glided all the way back in. It slid out again, and another was added, the sensation of friction along her internal walls adding to the barrage. She couldn’t get enough. Yet it was too much. Her body tightened even further, gathering up and stretching like the string on a bow. The fingers twisted around and touched a spot inside her she never knew existed. She screamed as her body snapped, flinging her up like the arrow from a bow, hurtling her into orbit. She shook uncontrollably, her cunt clenching and releasing in wave upon wave of ecstasy.
Rachel’s eyes flew open. Both bedside lamps were glowing dimly in the predawn light as three sets of male eyes stared at her heatedly. She was totally naked, laid out before the three Osborns like a virginal sacrifice on an altar. Except she was no longer a virgin.
Rachel felt heat creeping into her cheeks, but she didn’t turn away this time. She had decided to enjoy her relationship with the three Osborn brothers for however long it lasted. She could be dead tomorrow, and she wasn’t going down without experiencing what could be.
Rachel reached up, her fingers threading into Tyson’s hair. She tugged and pulled his mouth down to hers, placing her lips against his. The sound of the low growl he emitted at her boldness made her pussy clench, begging for more. She couldn’t believe she was going up in flames again. She’d just had one of the best orgasms of her life while still asleep and dreaming. Surely, she should be satiated. Her body had other ideas. She wanted more, and she wanted it now.
Rachel pushed against Tyson until he lay on his back beside her. She threw a leg over his hips and straddled his body. She brought her mouth back down to his, sliding hers over his full, moist lips. She was grateful when he took over her tentative kiss, thrusting his tongue into her depths. She tasted him as ravenously as he tasted her, her nipples brushing against the hair on his chest as their mouths met, making her pussy weep wit
She growled with frustration when Tyson pulled his mouth from hers, staring into the depths of her soul. He slid his hand down between their bodies, grabbed his cock, and held it up away from his belly.
“I want you to ride me, sugar. Slide onto me, Rachel. Take me into your body. Please, sugar.”
Rachel rose up on her knees, aligned her body with Tyson’s, and slowly lowered. The feel of his hard, warm, silky-smooth steel rod separating her flesh and making her burn slightly was pure ecstasy. She hadn’t gotten a look at his cock, but by the feel of his flesh trying to merge with hers, the man was huge. They both groaned with pleasure as the head of his cock popped through her tight muscles, but what endeared Tyson to Rachel at that moment was the fact he was letting her control things, waiting for her to be ready to take more of his cock into her depths and not pushing in before. Their gazes met and held, and the heat and fire she could see in Tyson’s eyes, she knew was mirrored in her own. But there was something more. It was like she could see to the very depths of his soul, and what she saw there made her breath catch in her throat and tears prick behind her eyes. She lowered her mouth to his at the same time she slid over him, taking him deeper inside of her. She moved back up then plunged down again, taking him into the depths of her body, as well as her heart.
Tyson reached up with his hands, brushed her hair back from her face, and slid his hand down her arms, over her breasts, and down to her hips. He held her still, his cock pulsing inside her, her internal muscles answering by gripping him and releasing again. His hand glided back up to her rib cage, and he pulled her down to meld their mouths once more. Rachel fell into his kiss, answering him and following wherever he wished to take her. The feel of a finger against her anus made her squeal in protest, her muscles gathering to move her body into a sitting position and out of reach of that wicked finger. She pulled her mouth away from his and turned her head to look over her shoulder. Sam was behind her, totally naked, his hand fisting his cock as he massaged her ass.
“I won’t hurt you, darlin’. Just lay down on Ty and relax,” Sam whispered, moving in closer to her, between Tyson’s spread thighs. Sam placed the palm of his hand between her shoulder blades, putting gentle yet firm pressure on her upper back. He didn’t relent until Rachel did what he wanted. When she was lying supine, impaled on Tyson’s cock, her head turned to the opposite side to find Damon beside them, naked, holding his massive cock in hand.
“I want your sexy little mouth on me, baby.” Damon’s voice was rough with passion. He slid the tip of his cock over her lips and sighed as she opened up to him.
Rachel didn’t hesitate. Just seeing Damon’s cock in her face made her crave his taste. She opened her mouth and twirled her tongue around the crown of his dick. The taste of his pre-cum exploded on her taste buds, making her want more of his salty, musky flavor. When she had teased him and herself enough, she opened her mouth wide, sucking him between her lips. She hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked him into the depths of her mouth, the sound of Damon’s voice offering instruction only making her burn hotter.
“Oh yeah, baby. Good girl. Suck my cock, Rachel. Do you know how sexy you look with my dick in your mouth? Relax your throat, breathe through your nose, and take me down, baby. Oh fuck, yeah. That’s so good. Your mouth is heaven, Rach.”
“A little cold lubrication, darlin’,” Sam stated, breaking into Damon’s speech. “Don’t tense up, Rachel. Breathe through your nose, and try to relax. God, you’re beautiful. You look so damn sexy with my brothers’ cocks in your pussy and mouth. I have to get you nice and lubed, darlin’. We are gonna make you feel so good.”
Rachel couldn’t answer, so she moaned around Damon’s cock as he rocked it slowly in and out of her mouth. The feel of Sam’s fingers pushing into her ass was so darkly erotic she squirmed on Tyson’s cock. The pleasure-pain was enhanced as her clit slid on his hard rod.
“You’re doing good, darlin’. I’m gonna give you some more lube, and then I’m gonna get three fingers into your sweet little ass. Push out for me, Rachel,” Sam demanded.
Rachel felt Sam push his fingers into her ass, and she was grateful that he talked to her the whole time, trying to keep her relaxed. He pumped, twisted, and scissored his fingers into her dark hole, until her tight muscles accepted the intrusion and finally relaxed.
Rachel felt Sam move up close to her back and cover her with his body. He leaned down next to her ear and blew his moist breath into her ear canal, making her shiver.
“I’m coming in now, darlin’. I want you to try and stay nice and relaxed. You will feel a bit of pinching and burning, but it should not be painful. I want you to stop me if it’s too much. Okay, Rachel?” Sam asked.
She gave him a slight nod of her head and then felt his cock kiss against her skin, and he began to push into her ass. It was a tight fit, and she felt a bead of sweat drip onto her back and knew Sam was using his full control, going slow and easy with her. He pushed into her gently yet firmly until his cock popped through the tight ring of muscles of her sphincter. She moaned at the pinch and burn and heard him panting rapidly. She heard her own sobbing breath and sucked harder on Damon’s cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She wiggled her hips slightly to let Sam know she was ready for more. He pushed in, sliding more easily now the tip of his cock was through her tight muscles. She knew she surprised him when she used her hips and pushed back on him. He was now in her ass. He held still, giving her time to get used to him being inside her back entrance.
Rachel growled in frustration at the lack of movement and heard all three of the men bark with laughter. The laughter turned to groans of approval when she tightened her internal muscles and sucked Damon’s cock hard. Her silent demands were not lost on the brothers. She felt Tyson and Sam grab a hold of her waist and hips and begin to move.
Rachel moaned with pleasure as Tyson pulled out of her wet pussy until just an inch of him was still inside her. As he pushed in, Sam pulled out of her ass, the head of his cock resting at the entrance of her anus. The two men in her ass and cunt began a slow-moving rhythm of advance and retreat, moving in counterpoint so one of them was always buried balls-deep in her body as she sucked Damon off. They increased their pace in increments, giving her so much pleasure she felt like crying with the exquisite bliss.
Rachel bobbed her head up and down the length of Damon’s cock in time with Tyson and Sam rocking in and out of her body. She could feel saliva dribbling down her chin, but didn’t care. All that mattered to her was feeling what the three men were doing to her. She squealed around Damon’s cock when Tyson gave an extra wiggle of his hips, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside as his pubic bone massaged her clit.
“Do that again, Ty. She liked that so much she clamped down really hard on my cock.” Sam panted as he thrust into her ass again.
“Yeah,” was all Tyson managed to get out as he pumped back into Rachel’s cunt.
Rachel loved the way Sam talked dirty while they were fucking her. Instead of turning her off, his words only seemed to heighten her passion.
“I can feel her muscles fluttering all around and up and down my dick. She’s about to explode.” Tyson growled.
“Rachel, pull off, baby,” Damon said as he tugged on her hair.
Rachel ignored him, just bobbing faster, taking him in to the back of her throat. She swallowed around him so she didn’t drown in her own saliva.
“Rachel, pull off if you don’t want a mouthful. I’m gonna come,” Damon yelled. Rachel upped the ante. She dug her fingers into the muscles of his thighs and swallowed around the top of Damon’s cock. The roar he let loose satisfied her to the depth of her bones. She felt so feminine and powerful, Damon’s cock swelling and pulsing in her mouth as his cum spewed out and down the back of her throat. She sucked him hard until his cock began to soften, let him slide on her tongue until the crown of his cock was just in her mouth, cleaned him off, and let him pop free.
“Damn, baby,” Damon panted, collapsing on the mattress beside her. “Heaven.”
Rachel heard Damon’s compliments but was too caught up in her own pleasure to reply. The muscles in her womb and pussy had gathered in tighter than a spring, the sound of Tyson’s, Sam’s, and her own flesh slapping together as they fucked her an aphrodisiac to her ears. She knew she was sobbing and mewling in demand, but could do nothing to stop it.
“Rachel,” Tyson yelled, “come with us, sugar.”
And just like that, the tension in her body snapped. She yelled loud and long, her legs quivering, her belly jumping and shuddering as her pelvic floor muscles clamped down on the two cocks buried in her body. The feel of those two huge appendages powering through her convulsing muscles as her body flew up to meet the stars, enhancing her pleasure, was the ultimate in ecstasy, and spots formed before her eyes. She was vaguely aware of her two lovers roaring out their own releases with her, their hands tight on her body, holding her in place as they filled her with semen. She slumped back down onto Tyson’s chest and drifted off into the land of slumber.
Chapter Ten
Rachel woke to sun streaming through the cracks around the curtain of her bedroom window. She stretched and groaned as muscles never used quite the way they had been hours earlier protested. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, horrified to find it was almost eleven o’clock. She threw back the bedcovers, gathered some clothes, and headed to the bathroom.
Rachel found Seamus and Connell sitting at the dining room table drinking coffee, reading the local newspaper. She went to the kitchen counter, grabbed the warm pot of coffee, and poured herself a mug of the precious brew.
“Mornin’, honey,” Seamus said, looking up at her and giving her a wink.
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