Liberation

by Shayne McClendon

  It seemed that he moved in slow motion as he kissed her and rose to his knees. Nuri chose the moment to insert two fingers inside her, stroking deep and slow. The place he brushed with the curled tips made her entire body tremble.

  Changing the position of her hand, she stroked Fahad more firmly and was fascinated by the pearl of semen that beaded at the tip. The flesh was dark and tight. It matched the way she felt all over.

  Lifting her eyes, she whispered, “Help me. Show me.”

  His eyes widened. “Marci…”

  “Show me what to do. I want to know. I never wanted to know but I’m desperate for the knowledge now.”

  Tugging her lower lip between her teeth, she rode the rising pleasure that was suddenly bright and hot. Then Nuri took her clit between his lips as he pressed the place in her pussy she’d always considered a myth.

  She couldn’t breathe as a climax unlike any she’d ever had stole her ability to function outside of it. She didn’t remember closing her eyes or gripping the back of his head to keep him to her. It held her for a long time and when it let her go, she shuddered from head to toe.

  Limp, she let him go but he didn’t move from his position between her legs. Cool lubricant joined embarrassing wetness as he started again and pressed against the entry to her ass.

  Opening her eyes, she tried to form words without success. Instead, she stared at Fahad and parted her lips.

  He smoothed her hair from her face and cupped the back of her head. As he pressed the head of his cock into her mouth, Nuri gently pressed a finger against the tight pucker that had never been part of sexual play for her.

  She tried to split her mind, to pay attention to both, found herself confused, and gave up attempting to register everything. Instead, she let Nuri prepare her ass as he continued to eat her, and concentrated on a taste that was new and different. Allowing her tongue to explore the crest, she made a small hum of interest.

  Above her, he closed his eyes and whispered in Arabic. Part of her wondered if it was a prayer.

  Raising her head a bit, she took more of him. His reaction was immediate. He reached down to grip the base as he pulled back enough to press against balls drawn tight to his body.

  “I almost lost control. I have wanted you for so many years.”

  Sucking him, she duplicated the motion several times and watched his eyes roll back in his head. His hips moved on instinct and she was thrilled at her ability to please him.

  Placing a hand on the headboard, he returned the other to the back of her head. Gently, he thrust against her mouth and was clearly enthralled with the way his cock disappeared between her lips. She could see his pulse pounding in his neck and his breaths were ragged.

  “Marci…I cannot hold back. It is too good to resist. Yes.”

  The first jet of semen spurted into her mouth and she savored the expression on his face, the way he tasted, and the movements of his body as he came for her. The muscles of his torso flexed and rolled as he pumped himself dry between her lips and exhaled hard.

  When he pulled back, she realized her lips tingled from sucking him and it made her smile. Petting the skin of his thigh, she started to speak.

  Two of Nuri’s fingers thrust steadily into her ass as he suckled her clit, pushing her though another orgasm she hadn’t expected. He smiled when it finally released her.

  Tugging his hair, she whispered, “Let me taste you now.”

  Reaching beside the bed, he cleaned his hands on wipes and crawled up the bed. “I cannot imagine any pleasure I desire more than your mouth around me…except the feeling of taking your pussy or your ass.”

  Her low moan at the words seemed to please him. She brought him to her for a kiss and tasted her release on his tongue. Belatedly, she realized she’d just given a blowjob to another male and stiffened.

  Resting his forehead against hers, he reminded her, “No rules.”

  With a hand on each man, she skated down Nuri’s body and took her time fondling his length until she tugged him toward her. “Now. I want you now.”

  Fahad lowered to take a taut nipple between his lips and made his way down her body to assume Nuri’s place between her legs.

  At her surprise, he whispered, “So much more, Marci. You will receive everything we have. I have wanted to sample you for months. I am practically drunk on the scent of you.” He moved more urgently over her and she whimpered.

  Petting his fingers through the cleft of her, he pumped several times into her pussy to coat his fingers before dragging the evidence of her orgasms to the entrance of her ass. Access was easier after Nuri’s careful attention and she rocked her hips toward what he offered.

  Staring into Nuri’s eyes, she murmured, “Take my mouth.”

  Growling low in his throat, he gripped the base and pushed between her lips. His body went hard as he struggled to find control. She slipped her tongue over silken skin and sucked him deeper. A full body shiver wracked him and he started to move.

  The Ghonims worked to drive her up. Nuri stared into her eyes as he said, “Your mouth is hot and wet…just like your pussy. I cannot wait to take you everywhere, clean you up, let you rest, and start again. I ache to feel you come around my cock as you did for my fingers.”

  With him buried halfway in her mouth, she slowly nodded.

  “I have never seen anything more beautiful. I have never needed to come as badly as I do now. Marci…Marci, I am unable to stop it.”

  Tightening her mouth around him, she moaned as he gave her stream after stream that she worked to swallow smoothly.

  Pulling back, he crouched over her. “When I am hard again, I will work with Fahad to make you scream until you are hoarse. I will not stop until you are limp with pleasure.” He winked. “Thank you for taking the horrible pressure away.”

  Giving him a slow smile, she said, “If you press inside me now, do you think you’ll harden faster? Tawny mentioned…”

  Laughing, he put his fingers against her lips. “I am terrified to know.” He rolled on a condom and reclined on his back. Fahad cleaned his hands and also sheathed his cock in latex. Arms wide, Nuri told her gently, “Come here, kalby.”

  When Fahad helped her to crawl over him, she felt his partially softened cock push inside her. His thrusts were slow and easy.

  “What does kalby mean?”

  His hands cupped her face. “It means my heart…you have always held ours in the palm of your gentle hands.”

  Blinking against tears, she placed her hand along his face. “As you both have always held mine.”

  Against her rear, Fahad pressed the heavily lubricated head of his cock against the snug entry. “A bit of pressure…”

  “I don’t care. This is wonderful. I want all of it.”

  She felt him place a kiss between her shoulder blades an instant before he pushed more firmly against her and gained access she’d never entertained.

  Her pussy contracted sharply around Nuri and he dropped his head on the pillow. His hips rocked more purposefully against her. Having them both inside her was a sensation that was new, unusual, and dangerously seductive.

  Within minutes, both men were fully hard and building the strength of their thrusts into her body. Barely able to hold her own weight with the way her arms shook, Fahad wrapped an arm around her midsection to help and Nuri adjusted an arm along her chest while he held her shoulder.

  “I’ve dreamed of this…the reality was far better. More.”

  Bracing her with strong hands, they went harder and she cried out, both of them filling her completely as an orgasm took her. It felt as though every cell had a mind of its’ own and she could do nothing but exist between them.

  They didn’t slow as they drove her through it. Whispering to her, kissing her, and stroking her skin, she wanted to cry with the enormity of the pleasure.

  “Let it take you, Marci. You are so passionate and giving. We have you and we will not let you go,” Fahad murmured at her back.

  Star
ing into her face, Nuri added, “You feel incredible when you come. I could stay like this forever with your pussy wrapped around me.”

  “Don’t stop.”

  “Never, Marci.”

  “Please come for me. I need to feel it, to know you feel what I’m feeling.”

  Gripping the back of her neck, Nuri ground out, “I feel as if I have never experienced pleasure before this moment. My mind and heart are engaged in ways they have never been. The way my body feels cannot be compared to anything else.”

  “You are the fulfillment of every dream, Marci,” Fahad said with his forehead against her back. “You haunt my every thought. My heart aches when I am not near you. The sexual pleasure is beyond explanation. How I love you.”

  “I…I’m coming.” She had no control over her limbs and she screamed as they went harder, their hands flexing on her flesh as a climax that bordered on pain detonated from head to toe.

  Eyes closed, she absorbed the sexual sounds made by their bodies crashing into each other, the way they held her, the barely audible string of Arabic one of them whispered, and the way they said her name over and over.

  At the height of her orgasm, they both slammed to the root of their cocks inside her and shouted to the room. The heat of their release filled the condoms and she’d never noticed such a thing with other lovers.

  Unable to speak coherently, she whimpered, gasped, and collapsed between them. Nuri’s heart pounded beneath her cheek and Fahad’s pressed against her back.

  Both of them shook almost violently and it made her smile.

  “Love you…love you. Near and Far.” She would not remember saying the words.

  * * * * *

  The sun was setting when Marci opened her eyes. Her men – definitely her men – slept deeply on either side of her. Their bodies were entwined and she loved having them hold her.

  She must have slept through the aftermath of their lovemaking. Her body was clean and beneath the blankets. It didn’t make her embarrassed since it had been the culmination of months of longing. It was bound to be a little overwhelming.

  For a long time, she listened to them breathe and found a peace that had been elusive her entire life.

  She’d discovered her place. A woman with her own mind, her own interests, and her own goals, she was finally where she was meant to be. Between men who desired her, respected her, and loved her.

  One of their stomach’s growled and she realized she was starving. Bringing them awake with soft touches and kisses, she whispered, “A shower, food, and another round. Please and thank you.”

  They woke up laughing and soon had her moaning and begging. Sometimes the order of things got mixed up.

  She didn’t mind.

  Epilogue

  August 2015

  Marci hung up her phone, excited about the house party the cousins were throwing on their estate to give her another much-needed weekend off.

  They were practically living together at her condo in the city or at their home. No one had ever co-existed in her space but she loved having them close.

  Natalia and Hudson planned to be there. It was the first time they’d taken off since returning from their honeymoon. The twins and Teddy were bringing their husbands. The girls would bring their men and she wondered at the hijinks Tawny would get up to whenever Riya wasn’t looking.

  Brie had been more or less missing since Hudson’s wedding to his oldest friend. All of them gossiped about her behind her back and cackled madly as they speculated about what she was up to. She’d issued a tentative yes about the weekend but didn’t know if her lovers would join her.

  They planned to grill her for every detail.

  Marci thought about Fahad and Nuri. Their relationship continued to fascinate her. It was so different than every other in her history.

  Her schedule was still insane but finally easing enough to see them more often and she was grateful for every minute.

  In the months since they’d brought her back from physical and mental exhaustion, they’d introduced her to pleasures she’d never known. She wouldn’t have even had the knowledge to dream about them.

  She knew so much more now.

  The thought made her smile. All her adult life, she hadn’t really placed much weight on sexual interactions. Now it derailed her thoughts regularly.

  To her quiet office, she murmured, “I was a late bloomer.” Then she snickered. “You got a whole garden now, dirty girl.”

  Danielle knocked on the door and grinned when she saw Marci standing at the window. “You look younger and happier every day. I love those young men something fierce.”

  “Me, too.” She glimpsed a visitor in Danielle’s seating area. “Ah, Owen Douglas is here. Please send him in.”

  “Right away. Can I get you anything?” Marci shook her head and her assistant returned to her reception desk. “She’ll see you now, Mr. Douglas.”

  The good looking developer picked up his briefcase and nodded at the older woman before entering her office.

  They shook hands and she chose one of the two chairs on the other side of her desk. He settled in the other. She thought he had lovely brown eyes that seemed genuinely kind.

  Angling toward him with a smile, she said, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you Mr. Douglas. I’m a huge fan of your warehouse rejuvenation for the homeless. What can I do for you?”

  “After your father passed, I wanted to give you time to breathe and get your feet under you with the company I knew you’d assume. I appreciate you making time to meet with me. Your mother prohibited an introduction between us all the years you were growing up.

  Marci frowned. “I don’t understand.”

  “I’m Victoria’s son.”

  Marci felt as if the world flipped sideways. “Oh my god...”

  “She left me with her father here in New York when I was two weeks old. Last week, I met her face to face for the first time. I’ll be forty in a few days.” His smile was gentle and she struggled to comprehend what was happening. “I felt you needed to know what she had to say to me after four decades.”

  “I...wait. I have a brother?” She swallowed hard. “I’m thirty. You would have been ten when I was born. How…oh god, this is both wonderful and terrible. Why am I just learning of you?”

  “I was quite the dirty little secret. Only my grandfather prevented her from disposing of me quietly. I had no doubt that she would have hidden all knowledge of me.”

  “I never knew. I don’t think my father...”

  “He knew of me,” Owen interrupted gently. “He provided the seed money for my first venture. It was a loan I proudly paid back within two years. Victoria...was not pleased.”

  The enormity of his words slammed into her heart and she pressed her palm there to ease the shock. “Dad knew about you...and didn’t tell me? He died and never told me I had a brother?”

  “I’m sure you must be upset. Thankfully, we survived her genetics.” She could tell that he chose his words carefully. “Your father was under her spell in ways you and I cannot understand. He truly loved her and as a result, she caused him no end of pain, Miss Canfield.”

  “Marci. Call me Marci.” Reaching out, she touched his arm. “Were you safe? As a child, were you okay?”

  Her mind reeled with the knowledge that she’d had an older brother all her life and that three decades had passed before meeting him.

  He placed his hand over hers. “Yes. I was safe and loved, Marci. I cannot imagine the torment you experienced under the same roof.” Inhaling carefully, he added quietly, “Victoria hates us, both of us. It’s important that you know this, that you fully understand it. She wishes to see you destroyed as she once wished for me.”

  From his briefcase, he removed a stack of papers that he handed her. “Here are basic things you’ll need to confirm I’m telling the truth. I want nothing from you, Marci. I have no negative feelings in regards to you or your father. I need you to take what I’m telling you about Victoria serious
ly. I’m sorry to be the one to bring you such information.”

  With a small frown, she took the paperwork and leafed through it. A copy of Owen Douglas’s birth certificate listed her mother’s name. There was no name listed for a father.

  The next pages made her heart race in terror. “The day she came to see me, I suspected her latest schemes were not her first attempt to have you harmed. I did some digging. Fifteen years is not so much in the age of technology. I’m friends with a few people who were able to find the following images…from your time in Dubai.”

  Her hands started to shake as she took in images of Victoria with the redheaded man who tried to kidnap her. The man she’d killed with her own two hands.

  In the photo, they were on the balcony of a hotel. There were several shots of them talking, exchanging money, and finally kissing passionately.

  Placing the pages on her desk, she ran for the restroom. Moments later, Danielle entered to help her as she lost everything she’d eaten.

  Owen stood at the window, a look of sadness on his face when she emerged. “I’m sorry, Marci. You had to know. Your security team likely sees her as a horrible person but not a serious threat.” Shaking his head, he said clearly, “She is both.”

  Danielle looked back and forth between them. She was confused about what had transpired and didn’t know what to do.

  Inhaling carefully with her hand over her aching stomach, she instructed, “Get Tyler in here and please let the Ghonims know I need them to come when they are available. Let them know I’m safe but it’s urgent. Don’t frighten them, Dani.”

  Nodding curtly, the woman walked rapidly from the room. Seconds later, Tyler entered and unbuttoned his jacket.

  “I’m fine, Tyler. I need you to see these.” Meeting his eyes, she whispered, “I know Dad would have told you…about what happened?”

  Frowning, her bodyguard took the pages. “You mean in Dubai? Yes, your entire team was briefed.” One side of his mouth lifted in a smile. “Pritchard didn’t want us to underestimate your ability to help in your protection.”

  “Look at those.”