Fantasmagorical

by Annmarie McKenna

  “On the bed on your elbows and knees. I want that tight little ass of yours in the air.”

  Evan swallowed, her eyes round when she looked at Gabe and saw what he had in his hand. He had to give her credit for overcoming her initial reaction of uncertainty. She turned and climbed on the bed.

  Lance crawled up after her and planted his gorgeous naked self by her head, spreading his legs on either side. When she lifted her gaze, she stared at almost nine inches of perfect, rock-hard cock.

  “It’s my turn to feel your pretty mouth on my cock.”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  He tucked the hair falling in her face behind her ear and stroked her cheek. “While you’re sucking me off, Gabe is gonna start preparing your ass to be fucked.”

  Gabe heard her breath hitch from where he stood several feet away. Her glance jerked to him, partially panicked, partially intrigued.

  “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” Lance had his hand wrapped around his thick erection—the same erection Gabe loved being fucked with—idly stroking its length.

  He knew exactly what Evan would feel and taste when she finally took it in her mouth. Gabe’s cock jumped. He palmed it and spread the drop of pre-come over the swollen head.

  Evan’s tiny puckered asshole called to him as her hips wiggled when she bent to take Lance’s cock.

  “Fuck yeah,” Lance ground out, watching her face as she went down on him.

  Gabe knelt between Evan’s feet, spreading her knees farther apart. The sweet scent of her drenched pussy wafted up to him. He couldn’t resist pushing his fingers into her channel and then bringing those digits to his lips to taste her. Damn, but she was the sweetest thing.

  He caught Lance’s look over her shoulder and sucked her cream from his fingers. Lance’s eyes glazed and he inhaled sharply.

  Gabe swiped his spit-laden finger down her crease and pressed against the dark pink hole. She whimpered, but leaned back, silently asking for more.

  The tight ring fought the intrusion. Gabe laid a hand on the small of her back. “Relax, honey. Let me get this in you and I’ll fuck you nice and slow.”

  She moaned.

  “Ah fuck,” Lance spat.

  Gabe chuckled. The vibrations of her mouth must have felt good on Lance’s cock.

  “Push out, baby, let me in.”

  Evan thrust against him and the tip of his forefinger slipped past the natural barrier. So fucking snug. She’d eat his cock alive whenever he took her there.

  She clamped down on him when he tried to move, blocking his way.

  “Every time you do that, I will spank you. Relax.” He smoothed his hand over her butt cheek, showing her just where he’d lay a smack.

  Lance tugged on her hair. “Stop thinking about your ass and suck my cock, Evan.”

  That did the trick. She went to work on Lance, and Gabe withdrew to pick up the lube and the plug. Evan gave a little sound of distress and maneuvered back toward him.

  “Not goin’ anywhere,” he murmured. He slathered a good amount of lube on the thick, hard plastic plug that measured about an inch and a half in diameter. He could have started smaller. Would have, if he’d been at home and had a lot of time to train her to take something in her back door. As it was, he had less than a week now, and this was something she’d stated on her forms she wanted.

  No fucking way would he deny her this or anything else she had on her list.

  Gabe jerked his gaze to Lance. His lover had his lips pressed together and his hands white-knuckled in her hair as she moved up and down on him. She took an impressive amount of cock in her mouth.

  Did he feel anything beyond the sweet suction of her lips? Could he sense like Gabe could that she might be the one they’d been waiting to find?

  Her hips squirmed into his erection, reminding Gabe what he was supposed to be doing. He edged the lube to her opening and squeezed. She squeaked and jumped, dislodging Lance from the back of her throat to stare at him with shocked, wide eyes over her shoulder.

  “Hey, come back here.” Lance tugged her head back down with a petulant look on his face. Gabe smiled.

  He held her still with a hand on her back and worked the dildo in slow increments into the puckered opening. Evan helped by pushing against it, effectively drawing it in. She groaned as the entire length settled inside her, and her hands fisted in the sheets. Gabe stared at the flared base, mocking him with its position. He wanted to be the one sunk into her depths.

  Soon. For now he’d settle for her pussy instead.

  “Getting close here, Gabe,” Lance panted.

  Close? Fuck, he was about to come just looking at her ass up in the air.

  Gabe snagged a condom from his stash on the bed and rolled it on before lining his cock up with her pussy and thrusting home. Evan sighed as if she were more than familiar with the fullness. Unbelievable. She’d been tighter than a fist even without the plug. He didn’t want to move. He wanted to stay planted inside her sheath for an eternity.

  Another scary thought. He’d never thought this way with any other woman. Evan was going to change his and Lance’s lives forever. He could feel it.

  He pulled back, working against her as she tried to keep him inside by contracting her vaginal muscles, and slammed in again.

  Gabe felt like a horny teenager, ready to climax after two thrusts.

  Fuck it. He grabbed her hips and drove into her. She grunted with each shove and didn’t need to work on sucking Lance. The force of his movement was enough to make Lance’s eyes roll back.

  He reached under and flicked at her clit. The little bud was standing up proudly. His touch was all it took to set Evan off.

  And her orgasm was all it took to set him off, which lit Lance up like a Roman candle.

  Minutes later as they lay in a sweaty heap of tangled legs and arms and heaving chests, Gabe leaned over and kissed her cheek just as Lance kissed the other one. Lance’s hand stroked the forearm Gabe put on his hip, effectively trapping Evan between them.

  The three of them were good together.

  Chapter Seven

  Evan squirmed in her seat, the unfamiliar fullness of the butt plug wreaking havoc in her mind. This morning, Lance had shoved a bigger size up inside her. Okay, maybe shoved was a little harsh. Especially when he’d topped off sliding that sucker home with one hell of an orgasm.

  And what had Gabe been doing while Lance manipulated her ass? Alternately sucking her nipples and Lance’s cock. She’d never imagined seeing two men together being so unbelievably erotic, but holy crap. They could touch each other any time they wanted to in her presence.

  “My God, Evan, is this not the most fantabulous place in the galaxy?” Kiley dropped the little purse she never left home without and gingerly sat in the chair next to Evan.

  Good. Looked like she wasn’t the only one getting her ass worked over.

  “So which one did ya get? I heard that some of the guests got two. Can you believe it?”

  Evan slouched into her chair and popped back up when the plug slid deeper. In a minute she’d be able to pull it out of her throat.

  “You got plugged too didn’t you?” Kiley laughed. “The look on your face is priceless.”

  “If mine is, so is yours, Ki.”

  “Don’t I know it.” Kiley squirmed in her seat. “I’m used to it though. Remember, what’s-his-face used to like screwing me there.” Her face scrunched up in distaste.

  Evan chuckled. “If you didn’t like it, why’d you let the redhead do it?”

  “Are you kidding me? I’ll let Zach do anything he wants. The man is pure magic with his hands. And his mouth. And his ginormous cock.” Kiley squirmed again. “Damn it,” she snarled. “I’m not supposed to touch myself but just thinking about him makes me tingle all over.”

  Crossing her legs, Evan groaned and dropped her head back. “Did you have to mention tingling?”

  “You’re not allowed to touch either, are you? I knew this would be good for you. You needed to get ou
t of your stupid little vanilla zone.”

  “I can assure you that nothing your friend has done could be considered vanilla,” Gabe rumbled from behind her.

  With a gasp, Evan twisted in her seat. Both Gabe and Lance had arrived.

  “Ladies.” Lance nodded at Kiley. “Spread your legs, Evan,” he said without even bothering to turn to her. Lance sat at her left side. Gabe snagged a chair from a neighboring table and slipped it between her and Kiley, sandwiching Evan.

  Her cheeks heated as her knees fell apart of their own volition.

  “Jesus, Ev, you are seriously holding out on me.” Kiley leaned around Gabe to stare at Evan with wide eyes. “Did I not just say some guests got two guys? Why didn’t you just say, yeah, me.”

  “Because you didn’t shut up long enough for me to answer you,” Evan replied sweetly. One of Lance’s big hands settled on the back of her neck and caressed gently. Her eyes slid shut and she melted into the bliss. “Uhn. Keep doing that,” she begged.

  He stopped. She whimpered.

  “What was that, sweetheart?” His breath feathered over her ear giving her a shiver.

  Damn. She should have known to keep her big mouth shut. It just felt so good. A slow rub on her neck or in her hair had always been the most relaxing thing to her. Now she’d probably never get it again. And she was pouting.

  Great.

  Eyes still closed, Evan felt a hand on each thigh.

  “I believe she asked you not to stop,” Gabe mused.

  Lance snorted. “She didn’t ask.” He nipped at her earlobe. “She begged.” He traveled his hand up her belly to rest it on her breast. His thumb flicked idly across her nipple.

  Evan bit her lip. Heaven help her she needed more.

  The cool glide of what smelled like cantaloupe skimmed her lips. “Open your mouth, honey.”

  She did and Gabe pushed the tiny piece of fruit past her teeth. Before she could bite down he followed the fruit with his lips and tongue, licking the juice from her lips. Evan opened her eyes just in time to see Lance move in too. Their mouths met in a three-for-all and her womb clenched.

  A tight pinch to her nipple had her moaning aloud as she chewed and swallowed the small piece of melon.

  “Holy shit, you guys are hot.” Kiley’s exclamation jerked Evan back to reality.

  Mortified, she swung her gaze around the room. She squeaked when Gabe’s hand journeyed to her core and his finger slipped inside.

  “Shh,” he soothed and burrowed deeper, bumping against the plug and drawing her cream out. His thumb circled her swollen clit, bringing her so close to orgasm.

  No way could she have one here. Not in front of all these people eating breakfast. Her screaming would most definitely garner attention.

  “Please don’t—”

  Lance covered her mouth with his, cutting her off.

  “Stop?” Gabe laughed. “I won’t.”

  She tried to squeeze her thighs shut but they prevented her by trapping each knee with one of their own. “Uh-uh,” Gabe whispered. “Right here, right now.”

  “I can’t,” she hissed.

  “You can and you will.” Lance added his fingers at her pussy. They took turns filling her with their fingers and plucking her clit until she couldn’t stand it any longer.

  “It was one of your fantasies, sweetheart. To be made to come in public. Relax.”

  Who the hell had held a gun to her head? She’d kill them for making her write this fantasy.

  Of course, she’d have to kill herself then, because no one other than her own inner voice had forced her to write the words. Her breathing grew more erratic with each passing second.

  “Come for us.”

  She exploded, screaming out and thrusting her hips into their hands like a sex fiend.

  Evan slumped in the chair when Gabe and Lance pulled their hands from beneath her skirt, smug looks on both their faces. If she weren’t breathing so hard or so exhausted she’d tell them what they could do with those smug lips.

  Bastards.

  “I thought I told you not to touch yourself, Kiley.”

  Evan glanced up. Zach stood above her friend, practically clucking his tongue at her.

  “Oops,” Kiley said.

  Evan knew she wasn’t a bit sorry.

  “Suck my cock,” the bird squawked and Kiley got up to kneel at Zach’s feet.

  Chapter Eight

  Evan was more beautiful than any woman had a right to be. On her belly sprawled over the bed, one leg bent at the knee, the other straight, her hair spread out across the pillow. Gabe’s gut twisted, and his cock hardened. How could he possibly need her again? And he did need her. His desire had long since passed the want mark.

  “What are we going to do, Gabe?” Lance stood in the doorway, hands holding the top frame. The position pushed his chest forward, accentuating his pecs.

  For a minute, Gabe stared at the man who meant more than anything to him. As a quasi-brother, a friend and a lover. Lance had been with him through thick and thin. Now they faced one of the biggest decisions of their life.

  He glanced back at Evan. Was there any way in hell she’d agree to their offer?

  “She’s perfect for us. You know that, right, Gabe?” Lance murmured, keeping his voice low so he didn’t disturb her.

  Gabe nodded. “Question is, how do we tell her?”

  Lance cracked the length of his spine before letting go of the doorframe and sauntering over, his erection tenting the seam of his loose shorts. With one of his long arms, he traced the tiny bones along Evan’s back from her neck to the crease of her ass.

  Evan moaned in her sleep and tucked herself into a ball to ward off the obvious chill Lance’s fingers left behind. Tiny goose bumps prickled her smooth skin and Gabe smiled.

  “She’s fucking gorgeous,” Lance growled softly. He looked up and snagged Gabe’s gaze. “You are too.” He reached out and took hold of the back of Gabe’s neck to pull him closer.

  Gabe didn’t hesitate. This was Lance. Their lips met, their tongues danced. Gabe wrapped one hand around Lance’s hip to steady him. The other one went to his cock. He covered the thick length through the cotton, squeezing with the exact amount of pressure he knew Lance liked so much. This is why they’d never taken on a male client. Each of them felt to do so would somehow be akin to cheating. They were looking for a woman, not another man.

  Lance groaned and dropped his forehead to Gabe’s shoulder. His hands came around Gabe’s back in a tight hug, leaving just enough room between them for Gabe to manipulate Lance’s shorts and uncover the hard cock he held.

  “Fuck, I need you inside me,” Lance hissed.

  “Yeah,” Gabe kissed along his jawline. “Me too, I want that.”

  “Couch?”

  “Fuck no.” He gave a firm tug on Lance’s cock, making the other man’s knees nearly buckle. “Here. We’ll know one way or the other if she can’t stand who we are when she wakes up.”

  “You’re right.” Lance nuzzled his cheek on Gabe’s then slid his hands down to slip off Gabe’s shorts.

  When they’d each divested the other of their scant clothes, they fell on the bed at Evan’s feet. Lance landed on his back and settled Gabe between his legs, wrapping them around his waist. They thrust against each other.

  “Now, Gabe.”

  “Then you gotta let me up so I can get the lube,” Gabe hissed.

  Lance nodded and reluctantly released him. A few seconds later Gabe returned, already slicking the velvet smooth skin of his cock. The tip glistened with pre-come and Gabe watched as Lance swallowed, a shit-eating grin on his face.

  Lance grabbed hold of his knees and pulled back, spreading himself. His asshole puckered, beckoning Gabe like nothing else. Except for Evan now. He turned his head and glanced at the woman quickly filling the strange void in his and Lance’s life.

  “You’re killing me here, Gabe.” Lance’s hoarse words demanded his attention.

  He knelt between Lance’s t
highs and lined himself up with the heaven he knew he’d find tunneled deep inside Lance’s body.

  “Do it,” Lance snarled. “Quit fucking staring at me and do it.”

  Gabe smiled. Lance tended to get a little anxious when it came to this. He liked it quick and hard. There was no doubt in Gabe’s mind Evan would be awake before either one of them came.

  He thrust home. Lance threw his head back and fisted the sheets. Gabe took Lance’s cock in hand and mimicked the action of his hips. Fast and furious. Lance and him were record setters when it came to fucking each other. Each knew how the other liked it best.

  Gabe pressed in, withdrew, pressed in, aiming for the sweet spot deep inside, but staying just out of reach. It pissed Lance off no end, but made it that much better when he finally did hit it. He looked down between them. Lance’s balls were drawn up tight, his breath coming in shallow pants, his eyes squeezed shut.

  He was close. And so was Gabe.

  Gabe hammered into Lance making him shout and arch his back. Sweat dripped from his forehead and coated his chest.

  “Oh, fuck,” Lance yelled, his neck corded in what looked like pain. Gabe knew better.

  He flicked at a distended nipple and Lance’s head shot off the bed.

  “I’m gonna come, Gabe.”

  Gabe smiled. “Was there ever any doubt?” he gasped.

  He slammed into Lance’s ass once more, driving them both across the bed, and came in long hot spurts, coating his passage. A millisecond later, Lance shouted and Gabe found his chest splashed with what he knew to be salty-sweet come. Still embedded in Lance’s body, he collapsed onto him. Neither could move.

  “The next time you do that, I better be between you.”

  Gabe jerked his gaze to Evan to see her wide-eyed and staring at them. Her nipples were taut and ripe as berries, and she leaned on one elbow.

  Lance grinned. “Anytime, darlin’.”

  Looked like they had their answer.