Daniel was awake now, too, to judge by the arm that wrapped around her and pulled her close. “You guys back already? I’m not sure I’m done with her.”
She huffed out a laugh at that and felt the responding, teasing clutch of his arm around her middle. If the man wasn’t done, he was freaking Hercules. Conan. Someone.
Still, he wasn’t her main concern. Matt and Jack each had one of her feet in hand now, and they used their grips to turn her, opening her legs.
“Oh, yeah.” Jack, apparently, liked what he saw.
Before she was entirely distracted—Jack and Matt were shedding their clothes now, so it wouldn’t be long—Daniel turned her face to his.
In a long, quiet moment, he gazed at her and then softly kissed her.
He loved her, that was what he was saying. And the last two hours had been an incredibly erotic display of that love, a sweetly, deeply touching, binding expression of it.
And he was grateful, committed, to his soul.
That was what his gaze, his kiss said.
She smiled at him, acknowledging, returning the sentiment in full measure.
Then he patted her cheek and pulled back.
“You guys can get started. I’ll catch up.”
She caught the glimmer in his eyes as he got up. He was headed to the bathroom, and the man would be lucky if he wasn’t limping.
He wasn’t done with her, but he was ready to share now.
When he came back, she’d have all her lovers. Three men and a woman.
Call her crazy, but that was exactly what she wanted.
* * * *
With Matt at his side, Jackson had paused at the door to Daniel’s room. They’d spent a moment watching Caro and Daniel sleep, and then exchanged a look before they walked to the bed.
Daniel was an attractive, powerful man. It hadn’t been a small thing to leave their woman alone with him for these hours.
But they’d agreed to let Daniel into the ménage. And Daniel had more or less kept to their agreement about not fucking Caro until now. He’d deserved this time with her.
Jack had to admit, though, it was a sweet relief when Caro had turned her head and smiled at them. It had crossed his mind—and Matt’s too, he knew—that there was a chance that Daniel could seduce Caro away from them.
Her soft smile reassured. And so did the way Daniel left her to them.
Even better was the way she watched as Jack and Matt started to shed their clothes. And the way she lifted a knee, opening up a lovely view of her pussy.
She was still theirs. She wanted them. She was ready for them.
She didn’t have to say it twice. Or even once, out loud.
Jack glanced at Matt and got an answering grin. He’d had the same concern, felt the same relief.
Together they crawled onto the bed, one on each side of her. Jack got to her mouth first and he took her in a long, deep kiss. “Hi, Caro,” he said when he came up for air.
She smiled softly. “Hi, Jack. I love you.”
She’d known what he’d needed. And knew it for Matt, too, because she did the same with him—exchanged a long, sweet kiss and words of love.
By the time that was over, Jack had his fingers on her pussy and his mouth on her nipple. Matt kept her mouth and put his hand on her other breast.
Lazily they toyed with her, gently building her interest.
But there was nothing lazy about it for Jack. He’d been hard before he got his clothes off, and he needed her. He’d spent the last two hours thinking about Daniel fucking her brains out. It looked like it had happened. Now it was his turn.
He lifted up and saw that Daniel was back from the bathroom, watching them. “Hold her down for me, you guys. I need a fuck.”
Matt raised his head, saw what was in Jack’s eyes, and pulled back. He had Caro’s left hand and took it with him. Daniel moved to the other side and did the same, so both her arms were stretched out, secured by two strong men.
Caro’s tits, already stimulated into hard peaks, stood up at attention.
Jack got himself between her thighs, grasping them so he could lift her and bring her down, spread open by his own legs. His cock throbbed in need of her.
And she was there, all open to him. He didn’t hesitate. Watching her face, he slammed into her in one hard thrust. It felt like fucking heaven, and he growled with it. He lifted up on his knees, holding her ass so he could flail away into her. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and she clenched against the hold that Dan and Matt had on her arms.
“Jack,” she moaned. It wasn’t entirely a complaint. That was his woman. No matter how she’d been used, how many times she’d come, she could still take more. Want more.
“I need this, baby. I need your hot cunt. Hurry up and come, goddammit.”
He was so hot it was a fucking close thing. Matt helped out. He kept her arm secured but reached along with his other hand to work her tit. That inspired Dan, who did the same thing.
Jack watched as he pounded into her, her tits jiggling with his thrusts and pulling against the grasp the others had on her nipples. Just barely he had the wherewithal to move one hand to her clit. He was one thrust away from coming when finally it took her. She cried and bucked, and he blasted into her, growling and jerking. It was a hard, intense come for both of them.
Caro was so fucking stimulated that she whimpered even with his last, tapering little thrusts. And again, when he withdrew, hurried along by a nudge from Matt.
“My turn.”
Matt had a king-sized hard-on going, and it was clear he was ready to shove it into that hot pussy. He moved in as soon as Jack was clear and grabbed Caro’s legs.
“Suck her tits,” he said.
He manipulated Caro’s legs, her knees bent and pressed together. He crossed her ankles and placed her feet against his chest. Then he leaned into her.
He bent her up, her ass lifting off the bed as he took her knees higher. It brought her pussy right up to his cock.
“Dan, get your finger up her ass.”
Matt thrust into her. She whimpered, not having had a chance to come down even, before the three of them were driving her up.
Matt held her legs closed, compressing her around his surging cock. Jack took one nipple, pulling her hard into his mouth while Dan did the same from the other side. And he heard it when Dan got his finger to her ass. She moaned with it, a little wail of distress.
“That’s it, baby. Take it.” Matt worked her cunt every bit as hard as Jack had.
Caro huffed out her breath, describing what she was feeling, what they were doing to her. “Matt, you’re so big. You’re fucking me so hard it hurts. I need it. Don’t stop.”
Matt’s voice was hard, urgent. “Dan,” he said. “How many fingers are you using?”
“Just one.”
“Make it two.”
Jack knew when it happened and could imagine the feeling of it. Caro cried out, stretched so by that big cock, then, insult to injury, those two fingers working her ass. He went after her tit, harder, and reached a hand to rub her clit.
In moments they were coming, Matt with loud feral growls and massive thrusts. Caro with screechy little cries and hard spasms. Panting, Matt collapsed over her, face pressed into her belly. Jack looked up from her breast and saw Daniel looking back at him, amusement in his eyes.
“You guys get that out of your system?”
Jack nodded agreeably. “We just needed to take the edge off.”
“Good. ’Cause I’ve been waiting for a triple-fuck.”
“Just catching my breath,” Matt mumbled, the words muffled against Caro’s abs.
Daniel looked down at Caro. She had her eyes closed, the fingers of one hand stroking Matt’s hair. “I want her pussy,” he said. “While one of you fucks her ass.”
“I will.”
They’d said it together, Matt and Jack, each just as eager as the other. It didn’t matter, Jack realized. They’d both get their turn. They had years of o
pportunity ahead of them, years to share Caro’s lovely, willing body. However it happened now would be fine.
It wasn’t his fault he’d had a few minutes more recovery time than Matt.
* * * *
Daniel was nuzzling her ear.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said. “Sleeping Beauty. Your men need you.”
They’d have to wait. She didn’t even have it in her to lift her hand. It had just fallen against the bed when Matt lifted his head.
“No,” she said. “Sleep first. Then food. Maybe after.”
He lifted her fingers and stroked them with his mouth—at least she thought it was Daniel. “No, darling. Fuck first. Then sleep. Then food. A lovely dinner, I promise you. We’ll have blu bring us something.”
She lifted one eyelid. “You think I can be bought with take-out?”
He chuckled. He brought his mouth to hers, her fingers still with him. He kissed her. She couldn’t always tell if her fingers were in his mouth or hers. Regardless, it felt lovely, warm and intimate. “We’ll make it good for you. Very, very good.”
They could do it, too, she knew. Already, just the touch of his mouth had her heating. Would she ever be able to say no to them?
Well, why would she want to?
Someone’s finger was lightly stroking her clit. She opened both eyes to look. No, not a finger. Jack’s tongue.
Maybe she let out a little moan. Maybe Jack pushed her thigh open, but she kind of suspected she’d done that herself.
Matt—process of elimination—put his lips softly to one nipple.
It was all so lovely, so irresistible. She didn’t even try to hold back her next moan.
“You’re all so sweet,” she sighed. She curled her fingers into Matt’s hair again. Daniel had moved their clasped hands from her mouth to her free breast and he played with her there, his fingers, her fingers, her nipple.
It was very, very lovely.
“I love you all.” On a particularly breath-stopping stroke from Jack, she raised her other knee, pushing up against him to make the most of that pleasure. “You’re all so good. So hot. I think I need—”
Yes. That was it. She needed a good finger-fucking, and Jack knew it. He pushed two, maybe three fingers into her, stroking deeply.
“Oh,” she breathed. “That’s good. I want you all.”
Apparently, she didn’t have to ask twice. Daniel kissed her hard, taking her mouth with tongue and teeth. He growled into her, repeating the words “fucking woman” so urgently she wasn’t sure it was condemnation or praise.
Or maybe it was a prediction, a vow about his next activity.
He held her against him and rolled. Her nipple popped away from Matt’s mouth with a tender little sting, and Jack stuck with her long enough for one more good stroke of her clit.
Then she was stretched out along Daniel’s hard body, his muscled length a firm surface under her.
One particularly firm part of him prodded her belly. His hands roved over her, grasping her back to press her breasts down against his chest, then her hips to nestle her more firmly against his cock.
He took her face for one more hard kiss. “Sit up, baby. On your knees.”
She knew what he wanted. She got her knees under her and sat over him. Her pussy was centered over him and half of his length was visible, jutting out. She grasped him, riding a little, while she used her fist on him.
“Fuck, Caro.”
Again, praise or intention?
Daniel’s eyes burned. Both, apparently.
Matt came to his knees beside her. He rubbed his hand over her breasts, chafing, and then took her mouth.
He made an art of kissing. She had Daniel’s cock teasing her pussy and Matt making incredibly sweet love to her mouth.
How could a woman be happier?
Oh, yeah—
Jack was behind her now, his hands on her ass. He leaned over and saw the way she was stroking Daniel’s dick with her pussy.
“That’s so hot, baby. Take him now. I want to see you ride his cock.”
That wasn’t so far from what she needed, too.
She lifted up, found the engorged head of Daniel’s cock, and centered it at her pussy. She let Jack direct her down on it.
Ever so slowly, Daniel filled her. He loved watching it, flashing up to meet her gaze, to watch her shiver as she took him in. Her pussy was so, well, so fucked that she was a little tender. And Daniel was so big. She whimpered a little at the sting of it. Jack reached around and gently stroked her clit. “It’s okay, babe. You can do it.”
Finally, she was there, sitting on Daniel’s hips with every last inch of his cock thrust up into her, impaled like she’d taken a flagpole. The stretch, the stimulation of it, was incredible.
And there was so much more to come—a thought that was both scary and thrilling.
Daniel took her, hands on her waist, and slowly lifted her. He held her suspended when just the head of his cock was at her opening, giving her maximal stimulation. Then, torturously slowly, he let her down again.
She moaned, making every effort to give herself over, to passively accept his direction. He gave her a couple more long strokes like that, settling her hard down on his length, flexing up to press even deeper.
He held her there, and Jack instructed next. “Rock her forward, Dan. Arch her back.”
She knew what he wanted. He wanted her still upright, so Daniel could watch her, so Matt could still have access to her tits. But he wanted her ass presented to him.
He pressed on the small of her back, helping her with that flex. The movement rolled her pelvis a little, grinding her clit against Daniel, and riding her down a little further on his cock.
They had her ready, and she shuddered, knowing what was coming.
Jack massaged her ass, squeezing her tight and then opening her. He pinched a little then soothed. He leaned over and whispered at her ear.
“Are you ready, baby? We’re going to double-fuck you. You’re about to have my cock up your ass.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He wouldn’t have gotten one anyway, nothing more than an anxious whimper.
She felt the lube fill her, a cold jolt.
Then Jack pushed at her, nudging her bottom until she rode up Daniel’s cock. He had her there again, that place where Daniel was just barely inside her, and she was stretched around his widest girth.
Jack pressed himself at her ass then, just prodding there. “You do it, babe. Take us both in. Come down on us.”
Caroline shivered. He knew what he was asking, and it was a sweet torment. He didn’t want her to be taken, but given. He wanted her to be the instrument of her own devastation. He wanted her to will it, not just to submit, but to summon it.
She looked up into Matt’s eyes. He held her, one hand secured in her hair at her nape, the other cupping, caressing her breasts. He touched his lips to hers then met her gaze severely. “Go ahead,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
She knew what was going to happen. She would soon be lost to it, the power of these three men. They’d take her, have her, and she’d be gone. All of her that was Caroline would be adrift in the sexual domination of these men. It would be a terrifying, annihilating bliss.
Matt pinched a nipple hard, pulling her attention back, and directed her with a nod. Watching him, letting him watch her, she sank her body down.
She groaned with the exquisite torture. Those two big hard cocks filled her, stretching her, ass and pussy, beyond what should be tolerable. She opened so far she could feel the wicked, tugging tension at her clit. They filled her so deeply she felt taken over by them, that her body was no more than a vessel for them, an extension of them.
It was a breaching of the self, overwhelming and acutely thrilling.
Jack had known what it would mean, for her to bring it onto herself.
They all had.
They watched her—Matt’s eyes intensely on hers, the heat of Daniel’s and Jack’s gazes palpable on her skin.
Over a long, slow minute, the power of it held her in its grasp. Then an urgent, taloned wave coursed through her body.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh.”
It had her then, held her. To rough, masculine encouragements she rocked her pelvis once. More of Daniel in her pussy, then Jack in her ass. Without intention, without thought, she did it again, lifting a little and riding down on them once more.
It was exquisite, taking, ravaging. She was so full of them, pierced by their hard, throbbing cocks. Possessed. Owned.
They wouldn’t be passively ridden. She cried out once, wracked by the overwhelming stimulation of it, and that seemed to signal the last of their willingness to let her find her own pleasure. The next time she lifted, Daniel flexed and thrust into her. He held her hard, lifted off the bed, impaled.
She was vulnerable then, defenseless, and Jack took advantage. He thrust hard and deep, growling harshly with one long penetration. Then he let loose, slamming into her, fucking her hard.
With a long groan, Daniel arched, carrying her higher off the bed. Then he gave over, too, frantically lunging up, tearing into her.
She was rocked with it, riven. The wild double-fucking, those two huge, hard cocks rutting into her, taking her with wickedly fast, brutal strokes.
Her breath came in broken, urgent moans. She was at their mercy, her body jolting with the force of their fucks. Each jerk of her body tore her nipple from Matt’s grasp, a pain-pleasure that made her gasp. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her, steadying his clasp on her nipple.
She tried to hold his gaze, that one slim lifeline to sanity, but it couldn’t be done. Feral growls and crude curses heated the air as Daniel and Jack drove into her. They pawed at her, wanting all. Jack squeezed and clutched her ass. Daniel found her free tit, flicking at the nipple then tweaking it hard, pulling in time to his thrusts. He slid his hand in between their bodies, knuckling her clit.
Abruptly Matt stood up on the bed. His cock was hard, thrusting suddenly in front of her face. With that grasp on the back of her neck he pulled her to him. He pushed into her mouth, a couple short strokes to wet himself. Then he went deep, holding her hard against him, shoving all the way down her throat.
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