by Kate Steele
“I don’t think so. You and Dillon love each other. I feel lucky that you want to try to include me in that.” Layne looked down at the blanket and smoothed her fingers over the soft weave. “I just hope that someday…well, that maybe you might…”
“Feel the same about you?” Gabriel said, softly finishing her wistful thought.
Layne nodded.
He moved close and pulled Layne into his arms. “If we weren’t already headed in that direction, none of us would be here right now.” Gabriel took her lips in a soft, tender kiss.
Layne gave him a teary-eyed smile when he released her. “You’re one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met. The other one is down the beach a ways. Should I go talk to him?”
“That would be wonderful. A little advice though. Dillon doesn’t like long, complex explanations or discussions. A no-nonsense approach is best. Just reassure him that you’re glad to be here with us. That’s all he really needs.”
“Thanks, Gabriel,” she said. Kissing him quickly, she rose and made her way toward Dillon.
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Gabriel watched as Layne caught up with Dillon. She lightly touched his arm, and through her body language, Gabriel could see her shy charm at work. A few words were exchanged, then Dillon wrapped her in his arms and swung her up and around in a circle. Hearing their muted laughter, Gabriel smiled softly.
Putting her down, Dillon kissed her and took her hand. The two of them began the return journey to where Gabriel waited. Looking within, Gabriel studied his own feelings for signs of jealousy. There were none. Only anticipation, love and acceptance as his two lovers returned to him.
Chapter Four
This is it, Layne thought, staring into her own reflection as she looked at herself in the mirror. She noted the growing anxiety that filled her eyes and scrunched them tight while determinedly shaking her head. I will not chicken out, I will not chicken out, she chanted silently and made herself turn to face the closed bathroom door. Wearing only the top of a pair of silky pajamas, she nervously shook out the fabric and pulled it down before forcing her hand to grip the doorknob.
Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob, opened the door and froze in the doorway. Across the room, Dillon and Gabriel, modestly covered to the waist with the bed sheet, were lying face-to-face while kissing. It was a sight that sent a hot wave of arousal sweeping through her.
At first they kissed with equal fervor, until Dillon took control. He rolled slightly, pushing Gabriel to his back. With one arm still wrapped around him, Dillon let his free hand roam. In seconds, he had the sheet pushed down, revealing Gabriel’s body and the thick column of his erection. Layne bit her own lip to keep from echoing Gabriel’s moan when Dillon’s fingers encircled Gabriel’s cock, initiating a slow stroke.
Gabriel arched under him, pushing up into Dillon’s obviously welcome caress. Releasing his mouth, Dillon let his lips wander downward, kissing and stroking the smooth flesh of Gabriel’s body with his tongue until he reached the golden nest of curls that held his objective. Lifting his mouth, he held Gabriel’s cock steady and lowered his lips to the plum-shaped head. His tongue emerged and slid lovingly over the taut cap. Gabriel moaned and shuddered when Dillon’s lips closed over him and started a gentle yet insistent up-and-down motion.
Layne found herself wetting her own lips at the sight of Gabriel’s cock sliding in and out of Dillon’s mouth, the thick, hard length shiny and wet with Dillon’s saliva. She started guiltily when Dillon changed his angle just slightly and met her gaze with his own. Unable to move, she watched him service Gabriel for a few more strokes until Dillon released him.
Dillon sat up and held out his hand to her. “Come here, baby,” he ordered huskily.
Layne felt her nipples tighten and her stomach clench. Carefully putting one foot in front of the other, she managed to walk to them without her knees buckling. Dillon slid out of bed to meet her. The aggressive jut of his erection drew her gaze like a magnet. She bit her bottom lip against the aching pulse that settled in her clit.
“First of all, you’re not gonna need this.” Dillon reached out, his hands going to the buttons of the pajama top.
He leaned down to kiss her and Layne closed her eyes as the silk of his lips rubbed over hers. He nibbled at her bottom lip, drawing a breathy sigh from her as the world fell away. A sigh that turned into a low moan when his erection pressed against her belly. She barely felt the loss of her top even as the silky fabric brushed over her skin on its way to the floor. Dillon turned her and silently invited her into the bed. Gabriel waited, his chest rising and falling at a faster than normal pace.
Wide-eyed at the sight of his glistening erection, Layne climbed in and felt Dillon follow her. She settled on her back and was immediately surrounded as Gabriel and Dillon each rose up on an elbow and leaned over her.
“Before we get carried away, I have a question for you, sweetie,” Dillon said while softly brushing a finger over her cheek.
“What?”
“It concerns birth control.”
Layne’s cheeks flushed. “What about it?”
“I didn’t see a patch on your skin during that massage last night, so unless you’re on the Pill or have an implant, I’m going to assume we’ll need these.” He reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a box of condoms. “Gabriel and I have both been tested and since we’re monogamous we don’t normally use them. It’s not that I’m worried about giving you anything or even catching anything, but I really think that getting you pregnant would be a little precipitous at this point.”
With her eyes wide, Layne nodded in agreement. “So do I, and I’m on birth control and clean, so no, we don’t need to use them.”
“Then that’s all right then,” Dillon said with a smile before leaning down to kiss her. When he released her, Layne’s eyes remained closed.
“Are you okay?” Gabriel asked with soft concern.
“I seem to be having a little trouble breathing,” Layne answered ingenuously before opening her eyes.
Both men chuckled.
“That’s okay, sweetheart. Looking at you, I feel a little short of breath myself.” Gabriel admitted.
“Laynie?” Dillon brought her attention to him. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
Layne’s eyes widened and she swallowed hard. “No,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing pink.
“Have you considered it?”
“Yes.”
“Is that one of those fantasies you mentioned to Gabriel?”
Unable to look at either one of them, she lowered her eyes and nodded.
“Tell us about it,” Dillon ordered softly, his voice husky with arousal.
“Oh, I couldn’t! I…I really can’t.”
“How about if we guess? Will you tell us if we’re right?” Gabriel soothed.
Layne scrunched her face up, then nodded.
Dillon laughed. “Relax, sweetheart. This isn’t the Inquisition.”
“I know. It’s just that it’s so personal.”
“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to get used that. Things are going to get pretty personal between the three of us.”
“I’ll try,” she conceded with slight frown.
“That’s good enough for now,” Dillon told her with a smile. “Now, I’m going to reveal a little fantasy that Gabriel and I have that involves you, and you tell me if it coincides with yours. Okay?”
Layne nodded.
“Gabriel and I would like to have sex with you at the same time. One of us would be inside your sweet, wet pussy and the other would be buried in your tight little ass. Is that close?”
“Oh god, you’re as wicked as I am,” Layne moaned, scrunching her eyes tightly closed while a red flush rushed over her.
“Honey, look at me,” Gabriel cajoled. Hesitantly, Layne opened her eyes and met his laughing gaze. “If we’re wicked, it’s only in the best sense of the word. You’re sweet, sensual, sexy and very imaginative. Believe me, Layne,
that’s something Dillon and I will cherish.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” she confessed. “Are we going to do that now?”
“Oh no. You’ve never had anal sex of any kind and we don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t be impatient, minx. We’re going to get you ready slowly and enjoy the anticipation,” Dillon insisted. “As for tonight, I have something else in mind, if the two of you will follow my lead?”
“Gladly,” Gabriel acceded.
“Me too,” Layne replied.
“Good, ‘cause you’re going to lie there while Gabriel and I make love to you.”
Layne’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh…okay.”
Dillon smiled and looked from Layne to Gabriel. “Follow my lead, lover.”
Gabriel winked.
Dillon leaned down and kissed her. His lips were smooth and soft, his tongue warm and insistent as it demanded entrance. Layne opened for him and softly moaned her pleasure at the gentle swirl of his tongue as it caressed hers.
“You have the prettiest breasts, Laynie,” Gabriel murmured. She jumped when he reached out to cup one in his hand. “Easy, sweetheart, easy,” he said softly. “Don’t you think she has pretty breasts?” he asked Dillon.
Breaking the kiss, Dillon agreed. “Beautiful. Look how hard her nipples are. They’re just begging to be sucked, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah,” Gabriel breathed.
Both men leaned down and Layne whimpered, gripping the sheet beneath her as their mouths closed over her nipples. Orgasmic shivers rushed over her body as Dillon and Gabriel kissed and caressed her. Layne found it impossible to know who was doing what. The sensations were so overpowering, she didn’t care. Only that the touches were gentle and firm and that the fire they stoked was growing higher and hotter.
“Come here, baby,” Gabriel breathed in her ear.
Gabriel had repositioned himself and was lying propped against the pillows. Layne found herself moving at the touch and direction of her lovers’ hands until she was lying, face up, on top of Gabriel. She could feel the hard, silken length of his cock pressed against her bottom. His arms came around her. Hands cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing nipples that were ruby red and swollen from his and Dillon’s mouths.
Dillon moved Layne’s ankles to the outside of Gabriel’s. When Gabriel spread his legs, Layne’s moved with them. She gasped as Dillon started to slip between, but before she could move, Dillon’s hands found her knees and held them open. She was fully exposed to his gaze and his touch.
“It’s all right, sweetheart. You’re beautiful everywhere, especially here.”
Layne squirmed against Gabriel, torn between arousal and mortification. Dillon tipped the scale to arousal when he lay between her thighs. His mouth nestled into the swollen petals of her sex, his tongue sliding in between. A keening moan was torn from her throat. Dillon’s tongue caressed her clit before making a stabbing foray into her entrance.
Beneath her, Gabriel’s hips began to undulate, his groans matching Layne’s. Lost in her own pleasure, she didn’t realize what was happening until Dillon raised his head.
“A pussy filled with rich cream and firm, round balls to play with. Damn, this is heaven!”
He lowered his head and once again his tongue was swirling over the swollen flesh of her pussy, laving the tender bud of her clit. She could feel her orgasm building and building but staying just out of reach. Until Dillon slid two long, tapered fingers into her creamy passage. Climax rushed over her in a frenzied wave, her body clamping down and holding Dillon’s fingers in place as her bottom bounced against Gabriel.
Layne’s panting cries faded as her orgasm waned. She lay shuddering against Gabriel, only half aware when Dillon rose over her. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart.” He slowly drew his fingers from between her thighs and brought them up to Gabriel. “Taste her.” Gabriel opened his mouth, taking Dillon’s fingers inside.
He moaned as he sucked them clean. “Oh god, she’s sweet. Next time, we trade places.”
Dillon leaned over them and took Gabriel’s lips. Layne felt rather than saw their kiss. She was surrounded by the heat and flesh of two highly aroused males and another quiver racked her body at the thought and feel of it.
Dillon pulled back and reaching out, cupped her chin. “Taste us, all of us together.”
His mouth took hers, his tongue sweeping in without hesitation to ravish and take. Her palate found the distinct flavors of Dillon and Gabriel underscored with the musky-sweet taste of herself. It was a heady cocktail that set her senses reeling. When Dillon finally released her, Layne was panting for breath and aching for more. Without needing to ask, she received it.
Dillon positioned himself between her thighs, guiding himself into her. The fleshy cap of his cock was anointed by her cream as it nestled between the pouting lips of her sex. Swollen flesh parted as Dillon entered her, pushing slowly, slowly within. Layne moaned and arched her back, her hips rising, accepting the thick girth of his cock.
By slow degrees he filled her until, fully seated, he rested above her, his eyes closed, his face a mask of concentration. Gabriel reached up to stroke his cheek. “Tell us, tell us how it feels.”
Dillon opened his eyes. They were filled with the heat and ache of desire. “So good, like wet silk, holding me, holding me so tight,” he gasped. Dillon’s hands reached down, sliding around to grasp the cheeks of Layne’s ass, parting them. “Slide your cock between Layne’s cheeks, against her hole,” he ordered. Gabriel and Layne both groaned as he complied. “That’s right, lovers, now let’s fuck.”
Layne’s insides quivered and shook. Between Dillon’s possession and his earthy words, and Gabriel’s cock sliding over the pink rosebud of her anus, her body and mind were spinning out of control. Gabriel’s hands gripped her waist, Dillon’s hands went to Gabriel’s shoulders and both men began to move.
Above her, Dillon stroked his cock in and out, again and again, the slick slide of his cock pushing her higher and higher. Below, Gabriel thrust his hips at a tempo that kept his cock constantly skimming over her virgin hole. Her sphincter rhythmically tightened and released with the contact. The convulsive pulse of her inner muscles had her channel milking Dillon’s cock until he was grunting and grinding his teeth together to keep from coming.
Layne’s skin grew damp with the rising heat that surrounded and engulfed her. She was sandwiched between the smooth touch of Gabriel at her back and the rough scrape of Dillon’s chest hair as it abraded her pebbled nipples. The heady smell of sex was ripe and drugging. She dug her nails into Dillon’s shoulders, hanging on as the whirlwind took her away.
Three bodies struggled and rocked, gave and took as desire and need burned higher and hotter. Piercing pleasure, knife sharp and white hot, slashed and burned its way between them. Layne’s keening wail of release was countered by two deep and guttural growls. Vaguely she felt the warm river of Gabriel’s release against her skin as it flooded between them, and the pulsing jerk of Dillon’s cock as he filled her with his seed.
Dillon collapsed against Layne and retained enough sense to urge them all to their sides, to keep from crushing Gabriel. They lay together in a sated tangle of quivering muscles and boneless limbs. Layne continue to utter small, whimpering moans as orgasmic aftershocks kept her body trembling between her two exhausted lovers.
“Ride it out, baby. Just ride it out,” Gabriel murmured as he and Dillon caressed and petted her.
Eventually she calmed, her body relaxing. The three of them slipped effortlessly into sleep.
Layne woke with her thighs spread wide and a warm wet cloth gently wiping her clean. She squirmed and softly murmured at the soft, near caressing touches. Before she could force her heavy eyelids open, a sinuous tongue took the place of the cloth. Her back arched in surprise and pleasure.
“Easy, baby,” Dillon murmured in her ear. “Gabriel just wants a taste of what I had last night. You are so delicious.”
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��Mmm.” Layne moaned as Dillon’s mouth came down on hers.
Layne was waking up fast, her arousal rising with each passing second. She returned Dillon’s kiss with interest, her tongue courting his in a dance of give and take that had both of them sighing.
Reluctantly, Dillon pulled away from her and the rising heat of her kiss. “You want something to taste, sweetheart?”
“What?” she gasped, squirming under the swirling caresses of Gabriel’s tongue.
“This,” he answered, drawing her attention to his cock.
Layne’s eyes widened. Her tongue slid over her full, bottom lip, red and swollen from Dillon’s kiss.
“Is that a yes?”
She nodded eagerly.
Dillon scooted up in the bed and positioned himself next to Layne. His cock now easily in reach, Layne turned her head and opened her mouth, sliding her tongue over the full, plum-shaped cap. Dillon’s reaction was immediate and exciting. He groaned, his eyes closing, his head dropping back.
Layne was amazed at her own response. She’d never experienced the feel of a man’s cock with her mouth. She wet her lips and let them slide over the firm, silky skin of the head, before opening her mouth and letting him slide inside. The intensity of her reaction sent a shaft of orgasmic electricity straight to her belly and down between her thighs. The movement of Gabriel’s eager tongue was amplified, drawing a short, low whimper from her.
Instinctively keeping her teeth from him, she enthusiastically went to work on Dillon’s cock. She slid her lips up and down the hard, satin-skinned length, while at the same time caressing and fondling everything she could reach with her tongue. The taste and scent of him was enthralling. Were it not for Gabriel playing so diligently with her clit, she would have happily sucked Dillon to climax. But it wasn’t to be.
Gabriel’s fervor broke her concentration to the point where she had to release Dillon or accidentally bite him. “I can’t, I can’t, oh god, Dillon, Gabriel, please!” Layne wailed just as a shattering orgasm took her under.
Her body shivered and shook, but before she could surface, Gabriel rose over her and slid his cock deep inside the depths of her slick channel in one smooth glide. Layne’s pussy clamped down, her muscles convulsively gripping the thick length of Gabriel’s cock as he rhythmically fucked her.