Three Men and a Woman: Caroline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  He walked around the table to where his woman was still held between her other two men. He leaned in and kissed her, softly, while she watched with her stunned look, while Jack and Matt watched. “Good night, Caroline. You’ll make breakfast for us, won’t you?”

  Humor in reaction to that last comment shone in Matt’s and Jack’s eyes. He nodded to them and left the room. He went to his suite with a plan to do some reading before he turned in. He couldn’t be entirely proud of it, but he was pretty sure he was going to be listening outside whatever door they were behind when the two of them took his Caro to bed.

  He was sure they’d give her a good fucking. Likely he’d be spurting into his own fist when it happened.

  * * * *

  “Well, wasn’t that interesting?”

  Jack slid his hand from around Caroline’s waist to cup her ass. Damned if it wasn’t a turn-on to think of Dan joining them when they fucked Caro. She looked up at him uneasily, clearly not pleased with his flip question and the quirk he knew was teasing the corner of his mouth.

  “Jack.” She sighed yet again, and he tried kissing away her regret.

  “It’s okay, baby. This is going to work. We’ll all be happy.”

  Matt took her head, turning her for his own kiss. “It’s still your call, sweetheart. But I gotta say, I like the thought of it.”

  Jack could tell he did. He felt him rut up against Caro on her other side. He wasn’t the only one with a hard-on.

  He took her mouth back and savored for a bit. “I say, let’s go find ourselves a room. One with a big bed.”

  But Caro was still looking up the wide staircase where Dan had disappeared. “No,” she said. “How about watching a movie first?”

  Matt nodded and Jack relented. Caro wanted a little distance from that skirmish with Dan. It was understandable. Plus, the man had a sweet big screen in his viewing room. “Sure, come on.”

  He let Caro choose the movie—a reasonably tolerable romantic comedy—but he took control over the seating arrangements. They sat on the plush leather sofa, with Caro in the middle.

  Jack didn’t intend to see the film through to the end. If the idiot on the screen couldn’t find his way past a bit of girly resistance, well, that was just too damn bad for him. It wasn’t a problem Jack had.

  Or Matt, either, he saw, since the dude already had one hand up Caro’s skirt. She wore a tight-fitting wool skirt in, like, a pink-grapefruit color. It went nearly to her knees in a prim way that was entirely sabotaged by an inspired slit up the back that went nearly to her ass. When she’d slid out of the cab as they’d arrived at Dan’s, it had given him just a glimpse of where her nude stockings ended.

  He figured Matt knew what to do there so he turned his attention to Caro’s breasts. She wore a top of the same color in a soft fabric that draped loosely at the low neckline. He’d spent quite a bit of his time during dinner in hopeful but futile expectation, waiting for glimpses of breast. The damn thing seemed to defy the law of gravity.

  He had no hope that Caro wouldn’t cotton on to their intentions, but he continued to feign interest in the movie while he leaned into her a bit. With all the subtlety of a sixteen-year-old, he put his hand on her breast.

  Her blouse was soft and silky and so was the bra she wore underneath. All he had to do was hold his palm there for a minute before he felt her nipple start to tighten.

  Matt was making some progress, too. He had his hand far enough up Caro’s thigh that Jack was sure he’d reached bare skin.

  He circled his palm a little and took a good look at Caro. Her mouth had opened a little, and her breathing was light and fast. Another stroke of his hand and he saw that little suppressed shudder that she gave when her body quickened.

  She was feigning watching the movie, too.

  His cock stirred, confident now of impending conquest.

  Abruptly he slid his hand down that blouse, tugging to reveal her breast, and stroked a finger inside her bra. His thumb followed and he gave her nipple a good squeeze. It looked like Matt had made an equivalent flank attack, pushing his hand hard up between her legs.

  Her breath caught, and she pushed back against the couch, arching.

  “That’s it, baby. You like that?” She did. Her eyes were closed, chick flick long forgotten. He tugged her nipple some more, sliding her clothing down her shoulder so he got a good view of her. He could tell Matt was working her pussy now, and she started to moan with it.

  Jack turned more so he faced Caro. He put his free hand behind her neck, holding her head.

  She was so fucking beautiful. Her eyes were dark with excitement, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. He kissed her hard once and then leaned back to watch.

  “Spread your legs for Matt, baby. Let him make you come.”

  She closed her eyes for a moment, panting out rough breaths now, and opened her legs. Matt grunted his satisfaction and took advantage.

  It was incredibly hot watching her go over, seeing her fall helpless against their manipulations. She shuddered, riding down on Matt’s hand, keeping Jack’s gaze as he tightened his squeeze on her nipple. She grasped his hand, holding him close as she came.

  She made screechy little whispery sounds as she climaxed. Her head rolled and her body spasmed. Her face was an exquisite expression of pleasure and beauty.

  Jack knew she was holding back, making an effort to stay quiet. She was still aware of Daniel’s presence in the house.

  He determined that the next time she came, he’d have that thought driven from her mind, and she wouldn’t hold anything back.

  He smiled at her as she came back to earth. “We have her warmed up, Matt,” he said. “Let’s find a bed.”

  Chapter Nine

  Apparently, Matt had already scouted out a bedroom for the three of them. Sweetly, he carried her in his arms up that amazing, curved staircase, while Jack followed behind with their three overnight bags. He took her past the master suite, where Caroline couldn’t help but nervously note that light still shone from under the door. She felt significant relief when Matt didn’t set her down until they’d reached a distant corner room at the end of the hall.

  Maybe that would feel far enough away from the very powerful presence of Daniel Ryan. Maybe she would succeed at banishing him from her mind when her two lovers filled her body.

  She knew that was what was coming. That little Caroline-titillation fest on the couch downstairs was merely an appetizer for her two guys.

  They were going to double-fuck her. Oh, there was nothing surprising about that. They always wanted her, and if they could have her together, well, that just made their day.

  There would be more to it now. Tonight, it would be about them reclaiming her. They might be willing to let another man share her soon, but tonight they would remind her that she belonged to them. Them first, and for now, them only.

  She’d felt it as soon as Daniel had left the three of them alone. She was still sandwiched between Jack and Matt. As soon as Daniel had disappeared, their hard bodies had closed in on her. They’d both marked their ownership of her, Jack with his hand on her ass and Matt covering one breast. Then they’d made the barest pretense of watching a movie with her.

  She’d known what they were after.

  And they started taking it right now.

  As Matt put her down he took her mouth in a deep, possessing kiss. Behind her, Jack pushed close, one hand slipping through the slit of her skirt to find her core.

  Very soon, she was going to be filled, ass and pussy.

  Even the thought of it had her wanting.

  Much to her surprise, she’d developed quite an appetite for that ass-pussy fuck combo. She hadn’t been sure that fist time Jack had taken her in the ass. It was a gritty, somewhat nasty feeling. It wasn’t sweet loving, but a kind of primal, possessing, dominating expression of mastery. When they fucked her in the ass, she felt owned, used for their pleasure, their vessel. Though it wasn’t just for their pleasure. The act gave he
r wild, over-the-top orgasms.

  It was an even stronger feeling when they double-teamed her. The physical strain of it was beyond belief. She was stretched so, reaching the very limits of her body’s pliability. Each movement, each thrust inside her teased that edge of what would turn from pleasure to pain. Each touch, each stroke or tug on her nipple threatened to topple her over that border.

  But the emotional element of it all was the most rending. It was remarkable bliss, to accommodate both of her lovers, to be penetrated, owned by both of them. She lost herself in it, transcended the normal boundaries of Caroline Freeman. It was like soaring free of gravity.

  And she stirred, body and soul, knowing that was what was coming now.

  Matt lifted her blouse off over her head. He loosened the front closure of her bra to bare her breasts. He filled his hands with them then tugged at her nipples, rolling them, drawing them long and hard.

  She loved it, felt it in a direct line to her pussy, which started to clench and moisten. She arched her back, unashamedly begging him for more.

  Behind her, Jack pushed two fingers in and out of her. She started to moan, tilting her pelvis to give him greater access. His lips whispered over the back of her neck and shoulder. He gave her a small bite then removed his hand from between her legs. He found the back zipper of her skirt and lowered it.

  “Baby,” he said. She was left with only her stockings and that narrow thong slipped over a lacy garter belt. “I like the look of that. I don’t think we need these, though.”

  He hooked a finger into the thong and tugged it down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of her heels and then the thong.

  “Yeah. That’s better.”

  Caroline could imagine what he was seeing. Her back was fully arched, her breasts thrusting out into Matt’s hands—and mouth now—and her pelvis tilted, opening herself to Jack. Inviting him to take her.

  She started to pant. Matt was working her nipples hard, one with his mouth and the other with his fingers. She waited, anxious to be filled by Jack’s cock, and moaned when she heard him step away. “Jack!”

  “Hold on, baby.”

  Caro heard him rummage in one of the cases and nearly cried in relief. He was going for the lube. Soon he’d be fucking her ass.

  But he merely stood behind her, not touching. “Get your dick out, Matt,” he said. “Caro, bend over and suck him.”

  Jack steadied her hips so she bent at the waist only, keeping her ass right in front of him. Then Matt was there, using a hand behind her neck to bring her down to his big, hard cock. He fed it to her, tangling fingers in her hair to keep her head back, rubbing the tip of it over her lips as she used her tongue to moisten him. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “Take all of me.”

  He slid in, way to the back of her throat, and then started slowly pumping. He moved his free hand back to her breast, taking long, hard pulls on her nipple. “That’s good, honey. You’re so fucking good at this.”

  He slowed his movements, taking just little shallow pumps, and she knew he was watching what Jack was doing. It was a long, drawn-out moment, then she felt it. There was a touch, a bit of stretching and pressure, right at her anus. Then a cold blast of lube, abrupt and shocking, filled her. She quivered and moaned with it.

  Still without speaking, Jack prodded her opening with the head of his cock. He shoved in quickly, just to that point where his largest circumference was right at her sphincter. Desperately trying to accommodate, Caroline broke suction on Matt’s cock so she could draw some ragged breaths.

  “Christ, that’s hot. Keep going, Jack.” Matt still had her nipple, still drew on it like he was at a cow’s teat. “Take it, baby. Let him have you.”

  She groaned as Jack followed Matt’s advice. He slid into her, giving her that gritty, primal taking. It was long and slow, making her whimper. She was so stretched by him, possessed in that primitive way.

  He held there, deep inside her, while Matt cursed out his pleasure at the sight of it. “Suck me again, babe. Hard.” He put his cock back in her mouth and took a couple strokes. Caro sealed her lips around him and drew hard.

  “Fuck!” He pulled out, panting fiercely. “She’s going to make me come. I want her cunt, Jack.”

  “Yeah,” Jack answered. He twisted his hand into her hair and pulled her up. Her head was nearly to his chest, her back bowed by the way he had her impaled on his cock. “Get on the bed, and I’ll bring her down on you.”

  Matt sat at the center of the bed, his cock gloriously stabbing the air.

  Jack nudged her from behind. “Move, babe.”

  She walked in that awkward, penetrated way. Jack’s cock ground into her with every movement, a grating sensation that pulled little mewling sounds from her lips.

  When she stood in front of Matt he leaned into her. He nuzzled her breasts, sucking each nipple in turn. “God, I love your tits.” Still suckling, he grasped her behind each thigh and lifted. “Up you go, babe.”

  Caroline slid her arms up behind her, clinging to Jack’s shoulders. He helped with his hands on her hips, bringing her forward. When the two of them started to let her down, Matt’s cock butted against her pussy opening.

  “Oh, God.” She scrabbled, trying to get her knees under her, trying to ease her way onto that big cock. It was so tight, with Jack already filling her. “Oh, my God.”

  For a moment she didn’t think she could manage it. Suspended there as she was on Jack’s cock, she was more filled than she’d ever been. And Matt was so hot, so big.

  He looked up and saw her hesitation. “Hold her there, Jack,” he said. “We need to give her a minute.”

  She’d gotten her left foot onto the bed, giving herself a little support. He let go of her with that hand, taking more of her weight on the other side. Then he took his right hand and grasped her clit. With thumb and finger, he circled her around.

  “You can do it, baby. You can take us.”

  He kept his cock just pressing into her and kept working her clit. Jack freed one hand to fondle her breast.

  Pretty soon, she needed it. She needed Matt’s cock filling her, fucking her with Jack. She started to rock, and the movement eased his way. Each of them groaned as she slid down on him. For a long minute, when he was fully seated, they all three held there, suspended in that moment of incredible sensation.

  Then Jack let out a loud growl. He withdrew and then thrust back into her, hard, grinding in. Matt lay back, bringing Caro over him. She straddled him, on her knees, lifted up just enough that he, too, could thrust into her.

  They went wild with it. Both men fucked her, slamming hard and deep into her body. They had hands everywhere, squeezing her ass and her tits, fingering her clit. She started moaning, long before she reached her peak.

  The men were grunting and cursing, thrusting hard, encouraging her, worshipping her in their crude, lusty way.

  “Caro,” Jack said. “So fucking hot, Caro.”

  “Come, baby!” Matt was lifting off the bed, coordinating his thrusts now with Jack so she was impossibly filled each time. “Now!” He had her breasts in his hands, pinching down on her nipples in the same rhythm.

  He started spurting into her, roaring out his orgasm. Jack did the same, a feral howl tearing from his throat.

  With hoarse cries, screams, really, and brutal spasms, Caroline went over. Beyond her control, her body convulsed, rocking from one cock to the other, taking, seeking those final thrusts.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned. It was relief and a mild complaint—her tender parts were weeping. It was wonder and reverence, homage to the incredible joy brought by the joining of their bodies. It was an acknowledgment of humility, of bone-deep gratitude, for the miracle of their love.

  Dazed, boneless, Caroline was barely aware as one of them lifted her and laid her in the middle of the bed. Gentle hands removed her garter and stockings. Then she was cocooned between two warm, naked bodies. They lulled her to sleep with warm kisses, tender strokes, and
sweet words.

  * * * *

  Caroline slept late on Friday morning. Her night had been interrupted more than once, and if she wasn’t entirely sure at all times whose hands were on her, whose dick inside her, well, that was apparently life lived with two hot men.

  She remembered giggling with them at one point—after the second interruption, she believed. Exhausted, well used, she’d rolled over to sleep.

  “Who started that?” she grumbled mildly.

  “Wasn’t me,” she heard Jack mumble.

  “Wasn’t me.” That was Matt.

  They were all silent for a moment before Jack spoke again. “Guess it had to be you, girl.”

  “It so wasn’t.”

  “Coulda been,” Matt considered, speaking to Jack. “She was humping you good when I got into it.”

  “You guys lie.”

  Jack squeezed her ass. “I think she was already having her way with me when I woke up.”

  She swatted him but didn’t really put much oomph into it. “I distinctly remember somebody fingering my pussy.”

  There was another pause.

  “Well, yeah, that could have happened.”

  “Umm, that might have been me.” A hand crept along her thigh. “Did it feel like this?” She laughed and swatted again, putting a little more determined effort into it this time. “Stop. Hands off. We’re going to sleep.”

  And they had. But they’d both held an arm around her, and she’d found that gave her the very best dreams.

  She was alone when she woke in the morning. She showered and dressed in flannel pajama pants and a soft cotton camisole. Barefooted, she padded around the house until she’d located her guys. Matt and Jack had each taken a room—an upstairs study and a library downstairs—and were working on their laptops.

  She went to the kitchen, made coffee, and delivered a mug to each of them. Then, cupping a third mug in her hands, she bearded the lion, softly knocking on Daniel’s door.