She heard them both moan and saw the pleasure in their gazes as they devoured her with their eyes, eyes that promised untold bliss. Soon. The front clasp of her bra was released and her breasts spilled out as the cups slid off to reveal her nipples, tight and hard with anticipation. And neither man disappointed as they both leaned forward and took a nipple into their mouths. Hope cried out with pleasure as they sucked greedily at her flesh, using lips, teeth and tongue to torment her. Bolts of carnal anticipation went off like fireworks in her belly as the flames seemed to travel from her breasts to her womb, making it cream with need and desire.
They both left her breasts at the same time, replacing suckling mouths with fingers that plucked and pinched, maintaining the pleasure centres in her breasts. Shawn came back up to her face, nibbling up the column of her neck and spreading kisses along her ear.
“So good, baby,” he murmured huskily to her. “It’s going to feel so good.”
“Yes,” was all the response she could moan out as she felt the tug at her panties as the lace ripped. Cool air blew over her hot flesh for only a moment before it was replaced by the hot swipe of Tommy’s tongue, the feverish nibble of his teeth along the plumped lips of her sex.
She cried out at the pleasure and Shawn was there to swallow it with his possessive kiss. Her legs thrashed and she reached out for both men with her hands, but Shawn caught them in one of his and guided them back to the bed, anchoring them above her head and keeping them there. His other hand continued to torment her nipples, going back and forth between them now that Tommy’s were busy on other parts of her anatomy.
Shawn’s kiss was what she had always fantasised about. It was hot and wet and filled with need for her, with the promise that it would be worth it. He kissed her like she meant something to him. Kissing had always been personal to her, more intimate somehow than just sex. No one really understood how she could feel that way but she did. And Shawn. Well, he was every girlhood fantasy of what a first kiss should be all rolled up into one.
Hope cried out as Tommy thrust two fingers into her channel and latched his lips around the swollen bud of her clit, sucking hard at the flesh, flicking it with his tongue before nipping it with his teeth. His fingers pumped harder and faster and she couldn’t fight her body’s need to rise up and meet every thrust, shoving her engorged knob further into his mouth. Ecstasy washed over her in wave after wave as she crested into orgasm. Tommy didn’t let up but pushed her still higher and higher until she literally felt like she might shatter into pieces.
Shawn moved back to her breasts and bit down on one turgid point and she did shatter. She could feel her body exploding, feel pieces of her flying off in every direction. Then she was sinking down into the bed, weightless, boneless, like a doll with no capability of moving.
“Are you a virgin?” Shawn whispered by her ear. She felt the movement as the men moved around her, felt Shawn settle between her thighs, the nudge of his cock as he spread the lips of her sex and lodged the latex covered head at the opening of her pussy.
“I’m married to you,” she managed to whisper. “And to Tommy. What do you think?”
Husky chuckles filled the air for a moment and then her knees were lifted and hooked over Shawn’s elbows, leaving her spread wide for him. With one hard thrust he sank completely inside her filling her to overflowing. She cried out at the invasion, shuddering as her flesh stretched and burned in its struggle to accommodate his large size.
“You’re so fucking tight and hot around my dick,” Shawn gritted between his teeth and she knew that he was doing his best to maintain control and give her a few moments to adjust.
Hope used his arms to lift her legs even higher, wider, lifting her pelvis from the bed and sinking him another inch deeper inside her. They both cried out at the sensations that rocked through them. He was big and thick and he felt incredible inside her.
Slowly he pulled out and rocked back into her, then again, then again. Slow and steady he rode in and out of her but she needed more, needed everything that he had to give her. She reached up and tugged his hair bringing his face down close to hers for a hungry kiss.
“I need you,” she confessed, overcome by just how much she felt with this man. “I want you.” And she did, more than anything else in her life she wanted to belong to him and Tommy, to know that they would always be there to watch over and protect her. “Make me yours,” she begged and something in her eyes must have shown him just how much she meant it.
With a low groan Shawn spread his hands over her hips, coming up to his knees between her sprawled thighs and finally gave her what she wanted, what they both wanted. He fucked her hard and fast, pushing deeper inside her with every stroke of his shaft. His balls slapped against her flesh and she loved the feel of the taunt globes. She wanted to stay like this forever, wanted to keep the connection of body to body. But it was so much more than that. For some reason it felt like more than just sex to her. Hope was no virgin, she had snuck out many times to meet a boy from school and have a little fun. But there had never been a moment like this one.
She felt the fiery tingles of another orgasm ripped through her womb before spiralling out and exploding throughout her body. Her cries pierced the air and vaguely she heard Shawn’s cry join hers, felt the wash of his seed as he filled the condom. She wished that the fantasy they had created was reality. She wished that she was his wife, that they had married under the stars in Ireland.
He collapsed on top of her for just a moment before rolling to her side. She was still struggling to catch her breath when she felt Tommy move between her thighs and lift her legs high, draping her ankles over his shoulders. She glanced down at his sheathed cock, not as long as Shawn’s but just a little bit thicker. The lust in his eyes ignited a reciprocal need in her. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him the way that she had felt Shawn. She had fantasised many times about two men and this might be the only chance that she ever had to live it out.
Then Tommy glanced at her and she saw so much more than lust in his eyes. She saw need and questions, as if he was unsure whether she wanted him or not. Without thought she nodded her head and whispered, “Take me, Tommy. Make me yours. Fuck me.”
Both men groaned as the naughty words left her lips and Tommy used his hand to guide his cock to her opening and there was no slow and easy this time either. It was hard and fast from the beginning, his hips slamming into hers as he rode her. Her cries filled the cabin and only seemed to incite Tommy further. He fucked her mercilessly, his hunger primal, animalistic. And she revelled in every moment of it. God, help her, but she loved the raw quality of sex with him. No games, no uncertainty. Just a man claiming a woman like couples had been doing since the beginning of time.
She felt her body racing towards another orgasm and knew that it would send her to places that she had never known or been before. She screamed as the pleasure spiralled through her in almost painful waves. She could feel her sex tightening around Tommy’s width and still he plunged in and out of her fighting his way back inside the pulsing channel. She could feel the tug towards unconsciousness pushing at her and knew that soon she would succumb. She heard Tommy’s cry and knew that he had reached his pleasure as well.
“Need you,” she murmured, her speech slurred from the pleasure she had found with these two men. “Need you to love me, to save me.” She fell into a deep sleep unaware of just what she had revealed to the two men still in the bed with her.
Chapter Three
Tommy and Shawn sat at the galley table drinking coffee. They had just left Hope sleeping in the bed. Though they had both desired to stay with her, to hold and watch over her, they both knew that they had to talk before things went much further. One moment of passion and it was inconceivable to contemplate not having her with them every day from then on. She completed the relationship they shared with one another. She seemed to accept them both and revel in the physical aspect as much as they did.
“Your wife?” It wa
s Tommy who finally spoke. “Jesus Christ, man. Could you have thought of anything other than that? And how the hell did we marry her last week under the stars in Ireland?” He shook his head in disbelief.
“It just popped out of my mouth. I didn’t plan to say it. But you didn’t see her arguing with me now did you? She was just as enthralled by the idea as we both were.” Shawn glanced at Tommy and dared him to deny it. “She wants us just as much as we want her. And damn it, I will protect her from whatever comes this way.”
“You know that I will too,” Tommy admitted. “I could very easily fall in love with her. But I think that we really need to talk to her when she wakes up. We have to find out exactly what we are up against. We have to know what she believes that she needs saving from.”
“I agree,” Shawn replied glancing into his coffee cup at the lukewarm remains inside. “But just so you know. If she needs it, I will protect her in every way I can.”
Tommy caught Shawn’s eyes and nodded. “Agreed. We’ll protect her no matter what she’s hiding from.”
Shawn stood from the table and took his cup to the sink to rinse it. “I’ll start dinner while you go up top and check the radar. Maybe we should head a little further out to sea.”
“I’ve got us pretty far out and the anchor is dropped. We’ll be fine. I’ll check again to be sure that nothing else has drifted our way.”
“Good. I’m sure that she’ll be hungry when she wakes up.” Shawn opened the cabinet and began to rummage through their freshly stocked supplies.
“And then we talk?” Tommy inquired.
“And then we talk.” Shawn agreed.
Hope awoke to the tempting smell of syrup and bacon. She lifted her eyes and saw that Shawn was standing just inside the doorway with a tray laden with food. She could see the stack of pancakes and the bacon on a saucer beside it. Her stomach growled as if on cue and she sat up on the bed as he began to cross the room towards her.
“I see that you’re awake. Hungry?” He asked, turning the tray so that he could place it across her legs.
“Starved,” she smiled up at him. Shawn bent down and took her lips with a soft tender kiss that somehow felt perfect…and right. “What was that for?” she asked him.
“Does there have to be a reason?” He lifted his hand and stroked his fingers through her hair gently while she tried to focus on her food. “How are you feeling now that you’ve rested?”
“Fine,” she replied. “Even better when I fill up on this wonderful smelling food.”
She was a little self conscious at first, with Shawn watching avidly while she tried to take dainty bites. But after the first few minutes hunger took over and she just enjoyed the feast. Crisp bacon, perfectly shaped pancakes with just the right amount of syrup and fluffy scrambled eggs all brought to light just how long it had been since she had eaten. When the last bite disappeared she leaned back and gave a sigh. A deep chuckle brought her eyes back up and a blush stained her cheeks.
“There’s more if you’re still hungry,” Shawn told her with a big grin.
“I’m sorry,” Hope said as the embarrassment overtook her. “I don’t usually eat like that.”
“I love it. Nothing more arousing than a woman with a healthy appetite.” His grin deepened along with the colour of her blush. “Makes a man wonder what else might make her that hungry.”
Hope’s gaze dropped down to his jean clad crotch and there was no disguising the bulge there. Her eyes flew back up to his and she could see the desire smouldering there. He wanted her again. And she wanted him just as much. He eased the tray off her lap and placed it over on the floor an arm’s length from the bed.
“I want you again Hope. I want to feel you wrapped around my cock squeezing me, taking me deep and hard. I want to feel your pussy, your mouth, your ass. I want to know you in every way imaginable.” The truth of his words was right there in his eyes. He meant what he was saying and that fact both awed and enticed her.
“Are you telling me that as your wife we’ve never done all of that?” She meant the question to be coy, to continue with the game that they had both started earlier. But he shook his head and placed a finger on her lips to stop her.
“No more lies. No more pretending.” He tipped her head up so that she was caught by his gaze and he refused to release her. “We both know that we’ve never met before. We both know that there was no marriage in Ireland. As much as I wish that it was true, that you were mine in every way imaginable, you’re not.”
He caressed her face with his fingertips, tracing the hollows of her cheeks, the curve of her jaw, skimming over her lips. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feel of his fingers, the light touch on her skin. “I wish that as well. I wish it more than you could ever know.”
“Why did you hide out here Hope? What are you running from?” Shawn spoke softly to her, as if afraid that his questions might send her running again. This time from him.
“Yes, I’d like to know the answers to those questions as well,” Tommy spoke as he entered the room and moved to join them on the bed. He approached the other side and lounged beside Hope, pulling her easily into the curve of his arm as if he had been doing it for years. “Who are you running from?”
“It’s a long story,” Hope began but stopped when both men just shook their heads at her.
“We’ve got all the time in the world.” Tommy assured her, leaning in to place a kiss on her temple.
Shawn remained sitting beside her on the bed but he took one of her hands in both of his and held it tight, willing his strength into her. “Tell us what you can.”
“I was engaged to be married,” Hope began and both men snarled at the first sentence. Hope smiled and shook her head. “Not by choice but to a friend of my father’s.”
“How old is this fiancée?” Shawn demanded.
“Late fifties,” she answered and stopped as both men cried out in outrage.
“What the hell was your dad thinking of letting you marry a guy that old?” Tommy hollered.
“No fucking way,” was all that Shawn muttered, his face suddenly hard with anger.
“I’m not sure of all of the details but my older sister Faith was supposed to marry him. She fell in love with someone else and escaped the day before the wedding. With her gone, it fell to me to marry him on my twenty-first birthday.” She looked up at them and shook her head vigorously. “But there was no way that I could go through with it.” Hope shuddered and Tommy pulled her tighter against him. “So the first chance I got, I ran. I thought that if I could make it to a boat then I could hide away until it was far enough out at sea that they couldn’t possibly turn back.”
“And what did you think would happen then?” Shawn was really angry now. “What if you found yourself on a boat with someone who decided to rape you? Or even worse, kill you and dump your body at sea? What the hell were you thinking Hope?”
“I spent the entire day here checking out the boats. I watched and I watched. I saw the little old lady on this boat and I thought that she looked sympathetic. So I decided to hide out here. I had no idea that this boat belonged to you two.” Hope glanced back and forth between them.
“Exactly my point. You had no idea what you were getting into. We could have been deranged perverts or serial killers or something.” Shawn was definitely not calming down which only served to piss Hope off.
“I see your point. I could have found myself trapped with two sexual deviants who might try to convince me that they were married to me,” she glared heatedly at Shawn. “All under the guise of stripping me naked and fucking me senseless. Glad that I didn’t find myself in that situation.” Shawn glared right back at her until they were both startled by Tommy’s robust laughter.
“Damn, I’ve never seen anyone get under Shawn’s skin like that. You two were made for each other. Something definitely brought you together.” Tommy smiled at them both.
“Us together,” Shawn relented enough to say. “The three of
us.” He looked at Hope as if seeking her agreement that it was a threesome.
She glanced between the two men that she was coming to know so intimately and found that she couldn’t deny the truth. Something truly had pulled her towards this boat and these two men. “Yes, the three of us. It was as if something kept telling me to come to this boat, that I would find what I was searching for here.”
“And what was that?” Tommy asked softly. “What were you searching for?”
The first words that came out of her mouth were, “A way out. A new beginning. A chance to find love and not be stuck in a marriage that I never wanted.”
“I think I know what brought you here.” Tommy jumped up from the bed and bounded out the door. He was back in a flash with a bottle, a piece of old paper and a gorgeous necklace draped over his fingers. “Read this,” he urged as he handed her the paper.
“Oh, hell,” Shawn muttered but didn’t try to take the paper from her.
It was a beautiful poem about true love and the hand of fate. It tugged at her heartstrings and made her believe for the moment that anything was possible.
“It’s beautiful,” she said. “Where did you get it?”
“We found it,” Tommy told her holding up the bottle. “Both the note and the necklace were in this bottle floating in the water.”
“Why would someone do that?” Hope wondered out loud.
“You read the note.” Shawn stated. “It is found by those who have found true love, or are close to finding it.” His gaze caught hers and she found herself afraid of what the future might hold, of what he might be implying.
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