Mile HIgh Menage

by Monica Corwin

  “Are you going to fuck me, or what?”She turned and looked at him, frustrated.

  “I’m going to fuck you. Trust me.”

  She continued to watch him and caught a glimpse of Josh climbing on the bed behind them. He winked at her, before putting some lube on his hand. The crinkle of a condom wrapper broke her concentration. Josh came up into a position behind Rone. He tightened around her as Josh slid forward. The interaction between the men fascinated her. Rone exuded dominance and strength, yet Josh was the one dominating him. As Rone slammed deeper inside her, all thoughts drifted to nothing but the heat, the sensations, and the sex.

  She gripped the down comforter while he moved within her over and over. Although she felt no pain, everything was focused, intense. Josh groaned behind her. With his head thrown back, pure ecstasy filled his face. She gaped while he surged one last time, stopped, then pulled out, still hard. He caught her gaze and grinned when Rone moved from behind her. She collapsed and rolled on her back, then removed her bra and tossed it on the floor. The men looked at her as they both put on new condoms. I hope they’re thinking good things. Josh climbed in the bed on his knees, putting his hips between her legs, his body over hers.

  His beauty astounded her. He kissed her, running his tongue across her lips, waiting for her to open. She opened for him and trailed her fingers down his neck, gripping his upper back. He lowered on top of her, waiting, her frustration building. He continued to kiss her as if he would be happy to stay there forever, savoring. She became more impatient, the need rising higher, and wriggled her hips beneath him. Breaking the kiss, he let out a gust of air.

  With a grin, he said, “I’ll give you what you want.”

  He fit the head of his cock at her entrance before sliding in. She finally had what she wanted, what she craved, and the ache started to build. She would come all over him, and soon.

  “You’re so wet,” he moaned, pushing in the rest the way. The need to remember that moment battled with her body, and she opened her eyes to absorb every detail of him. Dropping her knees, she opened wider to allow him better access. He braced his arms beside her breasts and surged forward, a loud breath escaping him. Wrapping her hands around his forearms, she tried to make him to go faster, the way she wanted—to be fucked, hard, fast, and without quarter. He gave her what she needed and her orgasm began to build. She clutched him tighter.

  “I’m going to come,” she half whispered, half groaned. Josh pounded into her, the sound of slapping skin loud in the small room. Her orgasm built and she clutched him, climbing with it. It sparked like the snap of a whip, pain and pleasure swirled into one incredible force. He continued his frantic, hard pace, until he shoved into her one last time and held himself hard against her. With a groan he lowered on top of her and shuddered with the aftermath of his release. Adjusting her arms so he could be more comfortable, she glanced over at Rone. With his cock in his hand, he watched them and pumped it nice and slow.

  She couldn’t leave him unsatisfied; the night had been his machination. She nudged Josh and he eased his weight to lie on his side. Rising from the bed, she approached Rone.

  “I can’t figure you out.”

  “Oh?”

  “You’re completely dominant, hard-edged, and in control. Yet, you didn’t take over, and you let Josh….” she trailed off at the thought of Josh inside him. Rone peered at her with fathomless eyes.

  “I’ve been trying to figure him out for years,” Josh interjected from behind them.

  Rone placed his hands on her shoulders, urging her to her knees. “I am who I am.”

  She smiled and took control of his cock with her hand. Glancing up, she saw his eyelids shutter, but he didn’t make a sound. She put him in her mouth, and he grasped her hair in response, winding his fingers through the strands. Taking him deeper, she sucked, developing a rhythm. Savoring him was easy; he tasted salty with sweat and smelled of her. She found it hot as hell. Sucking him in and out a few more times, she pulled away to stretch her jaw while trailing her hands up to cup his balls at the same time. He jumped at the contact but stilled as she rolled them in her hands.

  He tilted her chin to meet his eyes. “Tell me, love, have you ever done anal?” Each word he spoke lit her up from the inside out, like fireworks.

  “Yes, but it’s been awhile,” she admitted with a slow nod. He helped her up. Wobbling from the blood coursing through her legs again, she made her way over to the bed. Josh lay on his side, rubbing himself. He sat up and rolled to his back as the image of Josh underneath her and Rone behind her flashed through her mind. Rone handed him another condom before she straddled his legs. He sheathed himself, and she positioned him, sliding down smoothly, still wet from earlier sex.

  Rone moved behind her and shoved her forward until her chest pressed against Josh’s. He took the opportunity to capture her lips while Rone applied lube to her ass. He prodded her opening with his finger and she tensed.

  Tightness bloomed through her when he slipped his finger inside. Josh thrust his hips, causing a delicious friction on her clit, countering the pressure of Rone’s hand. His fingers and Josh’s dick morphed into one, a pain and pleasure, swirled into one pressure from both sides. Rone replaced his finger with his cock. She tensed again and Josh bit her lip hard, causing her to cry out at the same time Rone pushed forward. Her body grew full and hot as they claimed her. She held herself still, not allowing Josh to move while she grew accustomed to the fullness. When she was ready, she ground her pelvis down, trying to find that delicious friction on her clit again.

  “You’re so tight,” Rone said, his hot breath tickling her neck as he moved in and out. Her release built again, spiraling up from the deep inside.

  “She’s about to come again,” Josh whispered, holding on to her waist, keeping his thrusts slow and shallow. She moaned in frustration, balling her fists against his chest.

  Rone groaned, working in and out of her ass. “She’s tightening around me.”

  Grabbing Josh’s hands, she laced their fingers, arching her hips at the same time, sinking onto him at a harder angle. He gasped when she rocked harder and faster. Rone stayed with them, breathing hard against her neck and back. The waves came, each one seeming to last seconds. She slammed down on Josh and cried out, pulsing around him, the orgasm crashing across her body, fierce and powerful. Rone groaned and Josh followed, gripping her fingers. She slumped, breathes coming out in bursts. A few moments later Rone lifted his weight off her and went into the small bathroom off her suite. She picked her head up off Josh’s chest to see his face better.

  “Thank you,” she panted.

  “No, thank you.” He kissed her forehead, and she laid down again. Rone staggered into the bed a few minutes later and lay beside him. Thank goodness I paid for the larger suite. Rone rolled her toward him, and Josh left to get cleaned up.

  She snuggled into Rone’s heat. His gentle strokes to her hair fogged her brain and made her sleepy.

  “I still don’t get you,” she murmured.

  She drifted off to sleep with his last statement in her ears. “You don’t need to.”

  The ding of the seatbelt sign woke her, and she looked at the mounted bedside clock. The plane was due to land in half an hour. She wiped her face, licked her dry lips and rolled over to stare at the men. Rone had been up against her back and Josh’s hand draped over his waist between them. She left the circle of Rone’s arms, exiting the warm bed. Cleaning up quickly, she dressed in the wrinkled clothes she’d worn earlier. She sat on the edge of the bed and shook Rone’s shoulder. He woke with a small start.

  “We’re landing soon,” she whispered. He nodded and rolled to his other side to face Josh. He kissed him on the lips, cheeks, and neck. Josh stirred and opened his eyes, returning the kiss. Although feeling voyeuristic watching such an intimate moment between them, she couldn’t look away. They kissed a moment longer then Rone went to the bathroom. Josh lay back, waiting his turn. She had to stare at him, he was magnifi
cent. With a boyish grin, he got out of the bed and brushed his lips to hers.

  “You are utterly ravishing in the morning.”

  She kissed him and blushed. Rone exited the bathroom and they both dressed. An awkward tension clogged the air. She shifted and the uncomfortable pause continued until she broke it. “Thanks.”

  She liked them and it had been the perfect night. She wrapped her arms around Rone’s waist, taking in his scent one last time. Allowing one quick hug would be her only concession to her roiling emotions. His scent clung to her clothes. Turning she walked into Josh’s arms, who squeezed her and kissed the top of her head. They moved toward the door and tears threatened to fall, but she held them in check. Taking a business card from her jacket, she handed it to Josh.

  “Just in case you ever want to take a trip.” She blushed and he gave her a card of his own.

  “Bye.” They left and door shut behind them.

  As she clutched the card, the weight of being alone surprised her. Josh’s raised name sat above a New York address. What is the etiquette for meeting up with the two men you had a threesome with? Smiling to herself, she sat in her seat and fastened the seat belt. Grinning ear to ear, she smelled the men’s mingled cologne and the remnants of their time together—sex, the good, dirty kind.

  Eric picked her up in the limo at the airport. He didn’t ask why she was smiling, and she didn’t tell him.

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  Monica Corwin is a military analyst turned erotic romance author currently living in Pennsylvania. She writes, reads, and breathes romance in all its forms. In her spare time she runs a book review website and was formerly a columnist for Night Owl Magazine column.

  You can visit with Monica at:

  http://www.monicacorwin.com

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