Venus Connection

by Kate Steele

  With a resigned sigh, he climbed the stairs to see what fate was about to offer him. He opened the door and stepped inside. Everything was quiet and looked like it always did. At least no one got mad enough to throw anything, he thought with a small, apprehensive smile.

  Taking a deep breath and keeping his fingers crossed, he called out, “Layne, Gabriel, anybody home?”

  “In here,” they both answered.

  They don’t sound mad, he thought hopefully.

  Carrying his bag, Dillon walked down the hall to the master bedroom and slowly opened the door. Stepping through the doorway, he dropped his bag in surprise. Layne and Gabriel were both totally nude and artfully sprawled across the bed in sexy, inviting poses.

  “Welcome home, lover,” Gabriel said, his voice pitched low and inviting. He was lying with his back propped against the pillows. His thighs were slightly spread, with one leg bent at the knee. With slow, sensual movements, he stroked his fully erect cock.

  “Want to join us?” Layne invited. She languidly let one hand wander down her hip, up over the slight curve of her belly and higher until she cupped her breast. She squeezed it lightly before tweaking the hardened nipple with her fingertips.

  Dillon’s erection was instant and immediate. “I should go away more often,” he breathed, before starting to strip.

  Gabriel and Layne both rose from the bed and went to him. They helped him remove his clothes while kissing and caressing various parts of his body that were revealed in the process. Dillon closed his eyes, relishing the feel of them worshipping his body.

  Layne pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants. Her hands, firm and warm, slid underneath and drifted over his skin, sending chills cascading down his spine. Gabriel was unbuttoning Dillon’s shirt while kissing his lips, cheeks and chin. Moving slowly downward, his teeth and tongue teased Dillon’s throat, pulling a whispered moan from him. Between kisses, Dillon tried to explain Marissa’s duplicity.

  “I didn’t sleep with her,” he gasped out as Gabriel’s lips closed over the taut bud of one nipple.

  “We know,” Layne soothed from behind him. Her arms had encircled his slim waist, her hands working at the fastening of his pants. Opening it, she slid the zipper down, sliding her hands inside his pants and briefs. Wrapping her fingers around the thickening girth of his cock, she pumped lightly.

  Dillon groaned and pushed himself deeper into her grasp. “She drugged me so I’d sleep through your call.”

  Gabriel rose from the hard kernel of Dillon’s nipple. His lips nestled against Dillon’s ear. “That bitch,” he breathed, letting his breath tease the sensitive whorls before swirling his tongue inside.

  Dillon swayed and grasped Gabriel’s shoulders for support as his head spun. “You believe me?” he panted. “Just like that?”

  Gabriel moved aside to circle around behind Dillon, while Layne moved in front him. She went to her knees and eased his pants and briefs down. Looking up at him, her green eyes filled with love and desire, she smiled. “Of course we do. You’re an honorable man, Dillon. You love us as much as we love you.” She reached for his cock, holding it steady. Kissing the tip, she opened her mouth and took him inside.

  The warm wet heat of her mouth blazed over Dillon, sending his senses reeling. Behind him, he felt hands on the cheeks of his ass. Strong fingers gripped him, spreading him wide. Heated breath rushed over his taut anal opening. “I wouldn’t believe Marissa if she told me my pants were on fire. Even if I could feel the heat on my ass. How about you, babe? Can you feel the heat?”

  “Oh yeah,” Dillon breathed then uttered a guttural groan as Gabriel’s tongue connected with his flesh.

  Dillon’s hips were pushed back then forward as his body was shared between the mouths of his two lovers. Two sinuous tongues stroked and explored while two sets of loving lips kissed, caressed and ate away any lingering doubts he might have that his loyalty was in question. Gabriel and Layne lovingly worked his body, taking him to the breaking point before they pulled away. Standing, they led him, unresisting, to the bed and urged him to lie down. They joined him, one on each side.

  Layne’s fingertips trailed through the dark mat of hair on his chest. “Dillon? Do you feel up to living out a fantasy?” she asked, then licked his lips before sealing her own over them.

  Layne’s tongue surged into his mouth with bold insistence. He eagerly answered her need with his own. A need that was quickly growing out of control. Reaching up, he fisted her hair in his hands then jumped and uttered an agonized groan of pleasure when Gabriel’s mouth slid down the length of his cock.

  Releasing Layne’s mouth he gasped, “You two are killing me. What fantasy are we talking about?”

  Gabriel slid his tightened lips upward until he held just the head of Dillon’s cock in his mouth. Giving it a parting swipe with his tongue, he gave Dillon a heated look. “You and me, fucking our Laynie.”

  An intense, near primal look came into Dillon’s eyes. He reached up and clasped her chin in his hand. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? Are you really ready?” he asked.

  Layne nodded, her tongue sweeping out to lave the pad of his thumb where it rested against the corner of her mouth.

  Dillon sat up. A powerful curl of arousal tightened his gut, a primal growl forming in his chest. “Give me the lube,” he ordered imperiously, his voice tight and husky.

  Gabriel quickly obeyed and rummaged in the drawer of the bedside table, coming up with a bottle of lubricant. “Front or back?” he asked.

  Dillon shot Gabriel a feral grin at the excitement clearly evident in his voice. “Back. Lie down and hold her while I get her ready.” He turned to Layne. “We’re gonna take this slow and easy, baby. I want you on your hands and knees. Why don’t you show Gabriel what that sweet mouth of yours can do.”

  Gabriel lay back on the bed, his shoulders propped up by the pillows. Layne straddled his body, a knee on either side of his legs. Following Dillon’s suggestion, she leaned down, taking Gabriel’s cock between her lips. Dillon watched a look of bliss slide over Gabriel’s features. The memory of Layne’s lips on his own cock drew a small shudder from him before he galvanized himself and looked down at the bounty before him.

  Layne’s pale and perfect ass was presented to him in all its glory, her delicate, pink opening drawing his gaze. Dillon reached out, caressing the firm mounds, then running his hands over her hips and back, reveling in the silky feel of her skin. Layne’s muffled moans of appreciation brought a smile to his face, but it wasn’t long before he got down to business.

  Opening the lube, he poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand, letting it warm before anointing a finger in the clear, viscous fluid. He lifted his palm and let more of the lube dribble down the narrow crevice between her cheeks before putting his fingers to work, caressing the sensitive flesh. Convulsively, her entrance tightened, and he murmured a soft, soothing recital of words while his finger began the initial penetration.

  Layne moaned and Dillon was pleased when, instead of pulling away, she pushed back. His finger slid deep into the silky heat of her channel. With no urging, she rocked against him. He looked up to find Gabriel avidly watching his progress.

  “She had our biggest plug in all last night. Insisted she wanted to be ready for you,” Gabriel panted. “Oh fuck. Hurry up, would you? This angel’s mouth is gonna make me come before I’m ready.” He sent Dillon an imploring look before sliding his hands into Layne’s hair, holding her still for a moment. “Slow down, sweetheart,” he ordered her, softly.

  “Slow and easy, remember?” Dillon reminded her, but nonetheless returned to what he was doing.

  Thanks to Layne’s preparations from the night before, it wasn’t long before she was taking three long, tightly fluted male fingers. She’d released Gabriel’s cock and was swaying with the rhythm of Dillon’s movements. Her panting breaths and whimpering moans were tying Dillon’s insides in knots.

  “You should see her face,” Gabriel to
ld him, his voice filled with awe. “She’s loving it, Dillon.” Stroking her cheek he whispered to Layne, “Are you ready for Dillon’s cock, honey?”

  “Yes! Dillon, please,” she moaned.

  “That’s all I needed to hear,” Dillon answered.

  He slid his fingers free and generously coated his cock and Layne’s entrance with more lube. Moving into position, he placed the head of his cock against her tight little rosebud and watched it bloom open as he applied pressure.

  “Push out, Laynie. Let me in, sweetheart,” he gasped, then grunted in surprise and pleasure as he slid in past the tight ring of muscle and flesh. “Oh yeah. Damn! I’m in,” he groaned and held still, allowing Layne’s taut muscles time to loosen slightly around his girth.

  Her body released its death grip on his cock and as she relaxed, Dillon eased himself deeper. The fit was exquisite. Sleek, warm flesh held him tightly, the pressure a sensual massage that urged him in, seeking more.

  “That’s it, Laynie, so sweet and hot. I need you, baby. Let me in. Deeper. All the way in, Laynie, all the way.” Dillon kept up a murmured litany as he worked himself deeper. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady. Sweat broke out, dampening her skin and his, the rising heat and scent of them mingling before he drew it in, in deep, needy lungfuls. With a last desperate push, he was fully seated, his pubic hair brushing the pearly skin of her ass.

  Layne’s body was trembling beneath him. Soft murmurs were spilling from her lips, the volume slowly increasing until he was able to make out the words. “Move, oh god, please, please move. Please, please, please.”

  Her need plunged through him and set him moving. The tight, exquisite draw of her body as he pulled back drew a groan from him. Dillon worked himself inside the velvet vise of her channel until he was freely stroking in and out.

  Layne was whimpering and squirming against him, lost in the pleasure and her own need. Gabriel reached between her thighs, letting his fingertips glide through the swollen lips of her pussy. The slick flesh was flooded.

  Gabriel’s gaze found Dillon’s. “She’s more than ready. Look at this.”

  He brought his hand back for Dillon’s inspection. His fingers were coated with Layne’s fragrant cream. Dillon leaned forward and took Gabriel’s fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean while moaning with pleasure. He needed no other proof. He watched Gabriel work a pillow under his hips, then lay back. Together they maneuvered Layne’s body into position. Dillon could only imagine the look of it as Gabriel guided himself to her ready sex. He didn’t have to imagine the feel when Gabriel slid inside.

  The pressure increased and Layne went rigid beneath him, crying out. Gabriel’s cock massaged his own as it pressed deeper, separated from his own only by the thin expanse of Layne’s flesh.

  “Too much, too much! I can’t…” Layne gasped.

  “Yes you can, baby. Just relax. Let Gabriel in. You can take us,” Dillon soothed, holding himself still against the overwhelming need to thrust. “Feel it, Laynie, feel us, the three of us, all together. We’re one.”

  The truth of his words rang out and engulfed them as Gabriel stopped, his cock fully engulfed in the wet heat of Layne’s stretched pussy. Dillon felt every move, reveled in every groan, sigh and whimpering moan of pleasure. Their bodies started to move. Layne was held between them while he and Gabriel established a thrust and counterthrust that had one moving in as the other withdrew. The rhythm began slow and easy, the pace increasing as desire grew. Layne was no longer lying quiescent between them. Her body writhed and struggled, her wails of pleasure urging them on.

  Dillon felt his balls drawing up. The tingling at the base of his spine was an exquisite ache. Gabriel was grunting and moaning, and the sound of his own panting growls filled Dillon’s ears. Beneath him, Layne went rigid and screamed as her release hit. Her channel clamped down on his cock, holding him as he thrust deep, and the final inward rush of Gabriel’s cock swept against his own. Orgasm imploded, bone-deep and shattering, as his seed burst free in a blazing rush, filling Layne, draining him.

  The sweet, pumping rush of his semen sent wave after wave of pleasure cascading through his body. Endless minutes passed as it swamped his every nerve and sense. Ever so slowly it receded until he was left with quivering muscles and a surfeit of physical and emotional sensations the likes of which he’d never experienced. Panting with exertion, he found himself smiling, with tears stinging his eyes.

  Gently, he withdrew from Layne and moved to the side. Gabriel rolled, bringing Layne between them as he too withdrew from her boneless and sated body. Layne was quivering between them, her head tossing on the pillow as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.

  Dillon bent to her. “It’s okay, baby. We’re here. It’s okay,” he whispered.

  “So good, so good, so good,” Layne chanted, her voice soft and shaky with emotion.

  Dillon’s gaze met Gabriel’s and found that he too had been overwhelmed not only by the physical release but by the emotional consequences. Gabriel’s eyes were sparkling and Dillon reached out to softly brush his fingers over Gabriel’s cheek.

  “It’s kind of sad, knowing that no matter how long I live, I’ll never be able to relive this moment,” Dillon murmured.

  Gabriel returned his smile. “I know what you mean. But I refuse to be sad. Think of the potential between the three of us. There are so many more memories to be made.”

  Dillon smiled and looked down to find Layne looking up at him, returning awareness replacing the dazed look in her eyes. He cupped her cheek. “Sylvie was right. Venus is a power to be reckoned with when it comes to affairs of the heart.”

  “Aunt Sylvie told you that?” Layne asked breathlessly.

  “Yeah, especially when it comes to Moon men and Neptunian girls,” he answered, giving each of his lovers a fond look.

  Layne giggled. “She told me that you or Gabriel would make me an ideal mate. She probably never dreamed I’d end up with both of you.”

  “I don’t know about that,” Gabriel said. “She once told me that love comes in unexpected forms and not to second-guess my heart’s desire. Especially where the number three was concerned. It sounded so cryptic at the time. But now…?”

  Layne rose up on her elbows. “Did she ever do your astrological chart?”

  Gabriel nodded, as did Dillon.

  “She did mine too,” Layne admitted. “You don’t suppose she knew all along. Like, saw it in the stars or something. Do you?”

  Dillon raised a brow in speculation. “I suppose it’s possible. But does it really matter? In the stars or no, we’re here, we’re together. Our connection is real and strong. We don’t have to put a name to it, just enjoy it. Right?”

  Layne and Gabriel nodded in agreement.

  “Great! Who’s up for a shower? I’m starving!”

  A chorus of “oh nos” met his declaration.

  “Come on,” he cajoled as warmth and love spread through his body, covering him like a favorite blanket. “I’ll fix cardboard pizza,” he offered, and grinned at the interest he could see filling their eyes.

  “No cardboard pizza,” Gabriel negotiated. “We’ll order from Mia Bella.”

  “And ice cream,” Layne added, getting in on the discussion. “I want cherry-chocolate chip ice cream.”

  “Deal,” Dillon conceded. “Now come and scrub my back.”

  “Yes, dear,” Layne laughed.

  “Always ready to follow our fearless leader,” Gabriel said with a smile.

  Before long, the three of them were in the shower, laughing and squealing with delight as water splashed everywhere.

  * * * * *

  Across town, Aunt Sylvie rolled up her charts with a satisfied smile.

  About the Author

  Having been an avid reader of romance for years, and being possessed of an overactive imagination, Kate decided only recently to try her hand at writing. She discovered that, like reading, writing romance has become addictive. Whether writing ab
out werewolves and otherworldly creatures or contemporary gay/erotic romance, she has found the perfect outlet and is thrilled to be part of the Ellora's Cave family.

  Kate lives in a turn-of-the-century house located on three acres in the midst of Indiana farm country. Keeping her company is her family, dogs, and other assorted pets.

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