by Kate Steele
Dillon smiled appreciatively at how responsive she was. He grazed the upper boundary of her pubic hair before trailing his fingers over the other crease and down the length of her thigh. Layne’s breath was coming faster with each passing second.
When Dillon’s hand slid to her inner thigh and began the slow, tormenting journey upward, she shuddered as her pussy tightened. A spasm of pure pleasure brought forth more fragrant cream to drench her inner core. Her blood pounded in her veins and rushed to aroused tissues, plumping and sensitizing them in anticipation. Layne whimpered when Dillon’s fingers delicately parted her and dipped into the slick, liquid heat.
Eyes closed, her attention was wholly centered on the sensations being fed to her by Dillon and Gabriel. Gabriel moved his mouth to her other breast, treating the hard, passion-peaked nipple to licks and tiny stinging bites. Dillon’s finger stroked over her throbbing clit, then gently manipulated it with a rapid, almost vibrating movement.
Layne moaned and undulated under them, so lost in the feeling she failed to hear Dillon instruct Gabriel in his next move. A long, male finger suddenly slid deep inside her in a steady fucking motion. Crying out in shocked pleasure, Layne bucked, working her hips with the movement, running toward the rapidly approaching orgasm.
“More, Layne?” Gabriel whispered in her ear.
“Yes! Please, yes,” she answered frantically on a breathy pant.
“Easy, baby, here it is.”
A second finger joined the first, increasing the pressure as Gabriel stroked firmly in and out. Layne matched his movements with a counter-rhythm of her own, rising into each thrust of his burrowing fingers.
Her head tossed on the pillows. “Please, please, please,” she chanted.
“All you can take, sweetheart. Now, Laynie, right now,” Gabriel warned. He thrust three fingers deep and hard.
Layne’s back arched and she froze for a split second before uttering a piercing wail that signaled her inner explosion. Gabriel and Dillon both grunted as her hands convulsively squeezed their cocks. Radiating waves of pleasure washed over her and kept her senseless for a time. Every nerve in her body was quivering with the exquisite sensations that shook her.
After that first blazing climax, small aftershocks kept her moaning softly while her body tightened and released around Gabriel’s fingers. Dillon had eased off her clit and was gently massaging her mound, creating a soft and pleasant pressure against the sensitized bud.
Slowly she became aware of the men beside her. And the fact that she was still holding two rigidly erect cocks in her hands. Opening her eyes, she found herself under their hot scrutiny.
Not giving them the chance to say anything or herself time to think about the words that popped into her head, she said, “Jack off for me.”
Gabriel’s brows rose while Dillon flashed her a wicked grin. “Our shy flower has a kinky side. I like it.” He eagerly shimmed out of his shorts.
Gabriel followed his lead. “Shall we do ourselves, or each other?” he asked, his voice low and husky with arousal.
“Yourselves, please,” she answered demurely, then gave them a shy yet sultry smile. “We can try it differently another time,” she said, easing up and pushing the pillows under her so that she could watch them in comfort.
“You’ve made up your mind to give us a chance,” Gabriel stated with conviction.
Layne nodded.
“Talk later,” Dillon insisted while reaching into the drawer of the bedside table. He brought out a bottle of lube. “Let’s play.”
Dillon poured a dollop of the slick fluid into his hand, then passed the bottle to Gabriel. While Gabriel took a similar amount, Dillon drew Layne’s attention by making a fist and turning his hand sideways, letting the lube drip down over the fat cap that topped his cock. Crystal droplets landed like plump tears, then slid down, forming shiny rivulets.
Layne watched, her lips parting at the sight, while her breath once again picked up speed. Dillon opened his hand, wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft and slid his fist upward, spreading the gleaming lube over the length of his cock.
A motion from Gabriel caught her attention and she turned her gaze to him. He’d already spread the lube over his cock from base to tip and had his hand fisted around the upper portion, while his thumb grazed over the plump, reddish head. His hand moved as he started a slow stroking movement. It was then she noticed the freely moving skin.
“You weren’t circumcised?” she asked softly.
“No.”
“He’s lucky,” Dillon added.
“Why?”
“I think his cock head is more sensitive than mine, ‘cause it stays covered up.”
“Oh.”
“Although I’m feeling pretty sensitized right at the moment,” Dillon added with a soft growl.
“You look wonderful,” Layne told him breathlessly. “You both do. It’s so beautiful and sexy to see the way you touch and stroke yourselves. Does it feel as good as it looks?”
“Better,” Gabriel answered with a succinct moan.
All conversation ended as Gabriel and Dillon concentrated on their approaching orgasms. Layne watched, mesmerized, as hands and fingers and cocks, shiny and slick with lube, performed their intimate dance for her. It was all she could do not to touch them herself, but she didn’t want to intrude upon the familiar beauty of their sensual ballet.
Both men were breathing hard, their hands moving with increasing speed. Dillon started to softly groan, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
By some invisible, mutual signal, both of them rolled to their sides, facing Layne. It was mere moments before a spume of cream flew from the swollen tip of Dillon’s cock to land on her abdomen. Seconds later, Gabriel’s orgasm struck. The rich, fragrant cream of his semen arced out over her body and landed with a warm wet splash across her stomach.
Layne was soon covered with random dots and patterns of semen. Breathing hard, she took in every expression, movement and sound that Dillon and Gabriel made. The looks of fleeting ecstasy that passed over their faces, the hard breaths and guttural moans that were torn from deep within. All accompanied by the convulsive movement of muscles that quivered, tightening and releasing with the nerve-jangling shock of climax.
To see and hear the outward manifestations of their pleasure was wildly exciting. Feeling the heat of their release as it striped her body sent chills racing over her skin. She was shaken by small orgasmic shudders that rippled through her and set her insides quivering.
The three of them lay still as moments passed, and their bodies recovered. Layne took a deep breath and was surprised by a chuckle.
“What?” Gabriel asked.
“I feel wonderful.”
“I’m not feeling too bad myself,” Dillon added with a contented sigh.
Layne glanced in his direction, then noticed the clock on the bedside table. “Oh my god! Is that the time?” She started scrambling out of bed. “I’m going to be late! Somebody has to take me home!”
“Whoa, slow down now,” Gabriel soothed. He’d gotten out of bed and handed her his discarded shorts from the night before. “Here, you might want to wipe that off,” he suggested with a grin.
Layne looked down at the cooling semen on her skin and flushing she took the shorts and wiped herself off. “What am I going to wear home? My clothes are filthy.”
Gabriel picked up the pajamas from where she’d dropped them on the floor. “Relax. Put these on. It’s early. Nobody’s going to see you. Dillon and I will drive you home. Or I’ll drive you home,” he amended, eyeing Dillon where he still lay stretched out on the bed.
Dillon shrugged. “No use all of us scrambling around,” he said, watching with interest as Layne dressed. “You drive Layne home. I’ll get cleaned up and start breakfast. It’ll be ready by the time you get back and are done with your shower. Now,” he said, rising from the bed. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Layne’s blush returned as she walked to where Dillon waited. He wrapped h
er in his arms and kissed her. His kiss was gentle but thorough, taking Layne’s breath away. “I’ll see you later. Will you miss me?” he asked, half teasing, half in earnest.
“Of course,” she answered, her eyes sparkling.
“Good. You’d better get going before I take you back to bed,” he warned.
Layne reluctantly stepped back and with a parting smile, left the bedroom.
Gabriel was waiting for her in the living room. He handed her some keys. “I took these out of your pocket before I put your clothes in the hamper.”
“Thank you. But you don’t have to do my laundry.”
“Don’t worry about it. You ready?” he asked. At her nod, he steered her toward the kitchen and out the back door.
Layne felt conspicuous going outside in pajamas, but the parking lot was sheltered from the street and deserted at this hour of the morning. Once in the car, Gabriel turned on the heat. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better than yesterday. That massage you and Dillon gave me worked wonders. Thank you, Gabriel.”
He reached over and squeezed her hand where it rested on her thigh. “You’re welcome. You must know it was our pleasure.”
Layne smiled. “I still appreciate it. That, and everything else you both did to make me feel…um, comfortable.”
Gabriel chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you weren’t too relaxed the whole time. I’d begun to doubt my sexual prowess.”
Layne laughed, she felt giddy with all that had happened in the night and this morning. “You don’t need to have doubts about that,” she assured him.
Gabriel parked the car on the side street near the entrance to Layne’s apartment. “I’m glad to hear it,” he said softly and reached out, tipping her face up to his. He leaned in and gave her a long, sweetly sensual kiss. “You’ve made us very happy, Layne. Thank you for trusting us.”
“It was easier than I thought,” she admitted. “I’ll tell you a secret.”
Gabriel quirked an eyebrow.
“I’ve been, um…thinking about the two of you for weeks.”
Gabriel’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Thinking about us, hmm? Were there any…sexual fantasies taking place in those thoughts?”
Layne sent him an embarrassed smile and nodded.
“That’s wonderful. More than I could have hoped for,” he enthused. “I’ll tell you what. If you share those fantasies with us, we’ll try to make them come true.”
“You’ve already started,” Layne said with a chuckle.
Gabriel laughed in surprise. “You’re amazing, Layne Weston. I’ll see you later. All right?”
Layne nodded and exited the car. She scurried up the stairs to her apartment door, turned and waved before letting herself in. She watched from the doorway as Gabriel waved and drove away. With a sigh and a grin, she headed for the bathroom and a hot shower.
* * * * *
Layne drifted through the morning on a cloud of excitement and wonder. When Sylvie asked her why she was so cheery, Layne replied that she was simply in a good mood. Sylvie turned away with a discreet smile. Noon rolled around and Sylvie left Layne on her own.
“I’m going lunch, dear. When I get back, I think you should take the rest of the day off. I can handle things this afternoon.” She gave Layne a wink. “Anyone in as good a mood as you are should go out and enjoy the day.”
“Aunt Sylvie, are you sure?”
“Of course. I’ll see you in an hour.”
The time flew by. Layne helped more than a few customers and made some nice sales. It was a pleased Sylvie who hustled her out of the store. Standing at the curb, Layne was at a momentary loss, until a car pulled up next to her.
“Excuse me, gorgeous, are you free for lunch?”
Dillon leaned out the window. Across the car, in the driver’s seat, Gabriel sat smiling at her.
“What are you two doing here?”
“We’re hoping for a date with our favorite girl.”
“Well, you’re in luck. Aunt Sylvie gave me the rest of the day off.”
Dillon got out, allowing Layne to slide in across the front seat. When she was safely ensconced between them, Gabriel took off.
“Where are we going?” Layne asked.
“We’re going to have that picnic on the beach we talked about,” Gabriel answered. “I brought my drawing pad. I want to make some sketches of you.”
“Gabriel.”
“Now, relax. You get to keep your clothes on. For now,” he teased.
“Darn! Are you sure she can’t take them off?” Dillon asked seriously.
“Well, we’ll have to see how many people are around. Maybe we can find a deserted spot.”
Layne looked from one to the other. “I’m not posing on the beach in the nude.”
“Oh, all right,” Dillon conceded. “We’ll just wait until we get home.” Layne gave him a wide-eyed look. “It’ll just be me and Gabriel. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, honey. The only question will be how long you manage to stay out of our bed once you’re out of your clothes.”
Layne fidgeted nervously. “You’re not going to let me keep my shyness or modesty for long, are you?”
“One thing you’ll learn about Dillon, honey, is that he’s nothing if not direct, and sometimes even painfully blunt,” Gabriel warned. “But it’s an honesty I’ve learned to appreciate. I think you will too. You don’t have to be shy with us. If we’re to make this work between us, we need to be open with our feelings and talk to each other.”
Layne was silent for a moment while putting her thoughts in order. “I understand what you’re saying and I agree with it. It’s just that…I’ve never been in a situation like this before with one man, let alone two. I don’t mean I’m a virgin,” she admitted, blushing. “It’s just that, well, I’ve only been with one person, and that was just a couple of times when I was in college. He and I never really had any kind of a relationship and then he transferred to another school. This is, well, it’s unexpected to say the least.”
“Unwelcome?” Dillon asked softly.
“No! Never that. It’s just that I’m excited and scared at the same time. I’m not sure how to act.”
“Well, now, that’s the beauty of it,” Gabriel said with a smile. “You don’t need to act. Just be yourself. If something bothers you, talk to us. We can work things out between us. Don’t you think?”
Layne considered his words for a moment. “You sound so sure. You make me believe it.”
They arrived at the beach and parked in one of the many small lots along the road. Because it was a weekday and early in the season, they had most of the beach to themselves. Dillon and Layne spread out the blanket the guys had brought and Gabriel unloaded the cooler.
They’d brought crusty bread, sharp cheese, cold chicken and assorted veggies with ranch dressing to dip. There was lemonade and water to drink and small cups of pudding and applesauce for dessert.
They sat cross-legged—or in Dillon’s case, lounged—on the blanket, and passed around the food. They fed each other tidbits while laughing and talking.
The weather that day was idyllic. The skies were clear and the sun shone down enough to warm, but not fry, those on the beach. When the meal ended, Gabriel brought out his drawing pad. He persuaded Layne to free her hair from her usual braid and to unbutton three buttons on her blouse. Following his instructions, Layne bared one shoulder by pushing her bra strap and the top of her blouse aside.
“Perfect. Now muss your hair up just a little,” he directed.
Feeling self-conscious, but willing to go along, Layne did as he asked and finally found herself posed. She was seated on the blanket with one leg cocked at the knee, her skirt hiding anything too revealing. With one arm draped over her knee, she leaned on the other and looked out toward the ocean.
“That’s wonderful. Can you hold that for a while?” Gabriel asked.
“As long as it’s not too long.”
“I’ll try to hurry. Now don’t
move.”
Dillon watched for a while, then quietly rose and strolled down the beach.
“Is he okay? He’s been awfully quiet,” Layne commented as Dillon walked away.
“He’s brooding. Dillon has a tendency to let things that bother or concern him bubble under the surface for a time while he sorts them out.”
“Was it something I said?”
“Yeah, it’s funny, but you sort of touched on something that has Dillon a bit worried. Even though I tried to reassure him.”
“What’s that?”
“He asked me at one point if I thought we were being unfair to you by asking you to accept both of us. The fact that you’re a bit shaken by the whole thing has reactivated his worry.”
“I didn’t mean to make him feel bad,” Layne said softly, her brows drawn in worry.
“Honey, it’s not your fault. You expressed your feelings. Like I said earlier, we need to hear from you, just as you need to know what we’re feeling. If we can’t talk to each other, we’re doomed.”
Layne sat silently for a while as she digested his words. “Gabriel, why are you and Dillon doing this? You two obviously love each other. Aren’t you afraid I’ll mess things up between you?”
Gabriel looked at her with astonishment in his eyes. “Are you psychic?”
Layne gave a short, breathy laugh. “No.”
“Then you’re just very insightful and sensitive. You keep touching on things Dillon and I have discussed.” He laid down his drawing pad. “Relax, sweetheart, let’s have a little chat.”
Layne smiled with relief and took a more comfortable position as Gabriel filled her in on his and Dillon’s previous conversation. “You see what I mean? Up until the time we met, neither Dillon nor I had been with another man. We both like women. We both miss having whatever that mysterious something is that a woman brings to a relationship. Maybe we’re just being greedy,” he mused.