by Willa Okati
At the bottom of the bed, Niall didn’t seem inclined to wait for Gent to finish with his attention to Sara’s top. As Gent raised his face for a good, deep, wet kiss with Sara, their tongues thrusting aggressively against one another, Sara felt Niall’s rougher set of hands lightly massaging her muscles.
Sara moaned, caught underneath the two men. She’d never tried this before, not once in her dating career. Rick had been up to the idea of a threesome, but he’d wanted another woman in on the act. Not Sara’s cup of tea.
And why the hell was she thinking of Rick when she had two Irishmen doing incredibly sinful things to her body? Good riddance to bad rubbish, in her opinion.
Niall slid his hand up Sara’s leg, stopping when he reached her pussy. Clever fingers toyed with her thatch of blond hair, twining in the curls and just teasing at the outer folds.
Sara’s eyes flew open and she cried out.
Gent stopped kissing her and turned to face Niall, looking at once both grumpy and amused. “Did I say you could go ahead with that, then?”
“You didn’t tell me not to,” Niall replied impishly. “Besides, I don’t hear Lady Sara complaining. Do you?”
Sara shook her head hard, to and fro. “Having a great time here. Keep on going, both of you.” She wanted more of Gent’s hot mouth, his hand kneading her breast, and Niall toying with her pussy. Two sets of hands were definitely better than one.
Gent gave her one last, hard kiss, then raised himself on his arms. “Do you remember what you said in the other room?” he asked, voice heavy with lust. “You mentioned that you might not object to seeing Niall and I together.”
Sara’s heart gave a double-thump. The idea of seeing these two devastating men together, touching each other, both cocks naked and hard, thrusting against one another’s stomach… oh, hell yeah, she wanted to watch.
But first, she wanted to get fucked. Undulating on her pillows, she opened her arms to welcome Gent. “Inside me first,” she said huskily. “There are condoms in the bedside table. If I don’t get your cock in my pussy in less than five minutes, I’m going to scream.”
Gent’s eyes glittered with excitement. “We can’t be having that, now can we?” Stripping quickly, he reached over and opened the table’s drawer. After a quick rummage, he came up with a foil square that gleamed in the fading afternoon light. “Is this what you had in mind?”
“Oh, yeah.” Sara wriggled excitedly. “Put it on. I want to watch.”
“You’re in charge.” Gent raised up on both knees and took his cock in hand. Sara’s mouth watered at the sight. Long and thick, full and hard, it was the kind of prick she’d only ever dreamed of seeing, let alone coming her way. Gent grinned, apparently pleased at her reaction, and pumped his cock with his fist. A drop of clear, sticky fluid appeared at the tip.
Gent fingered the pre-come off. “Care for a taste?” he asked, holding out the drop of liquid. “I’ve got a desire to see you lapping these juices off my hand. One taste, Sara.”
Tasting pre-come wasn’t anything she’d ever done -- no, it was hotter. Sara opened her mouth like a baby bird, letting Gent slip his finger inside. The come tasted both salty and bitter on her tongue, but heavenly at the same time. She licked her lips, eager for more. “Let me go down on you.”
“Can’t happen, pretty Sara. I’m so ready for you I’d shoot with one touch of your lily-white hand. You’re a temptation not to be resisted, but I plan on showing you a fine time with what I have here.” Gent bent down to kiss her hurriedly, his silky red hair falling about them like a veil. Sara could see the light filtering through his red-gold locks, turning the world a brilliant sunset shade. “I’m guessing you’re a lusty lover.”
“Come try me and find out,” Sara goaded brazenly. She spread her legs wide on either side of Gent, her pussy lips opening. Her own aroma drifted up to her nose, musky and sweet and all woman. “Don’t make me wait.”
Gent groaned. “As if I could.” He tore open the condom and smoothed the latex onto his cock. “You’re so wet that I could slide right in.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“Not a thing that I can think of. Wrap your legs around my waist, fair Sara, and hold on tight.” He guided her calves into place and ran his hands down her thighs. “You are a wild and crazy thing, aren’t you?”
Sara nodded, so hungry for the feeling of his cock inside her pussy that she didn’t trust her voice. Instead, she tugged at Gent with her legs, pulling him closer.
The blunt pressure of his cock pressing into her vagina made her want to gasp and scream. He was huge, so big that it hurt a little at first, but her body wanted this so much that she rode out the first wave of discomfort and let herself adjust, internal walls stretching wide to accommodate his girth. He slid in to the hilt and stopped when his balls were flush with her folds, his breath heavy and thick.
“Tight,” he managed. “So fucking tight.”
Sara nodded. She squeezed his cock from the inside, adding to the pressure and drawing a curse from Gent’s lips that couldn’t help but make him laugh. And to make this even better, she saw Niall come up behind him, his arms around Gent and running his thumbs across the man’s chest.
“Fuck me,” Sara demanded. “Now.”
“God, yes.” Gent kissed Sara hard and began to thrust, his massive cock gliding in fast and dragging slowly on the way out. He used one of his hands to toy with her sensitive clit -- not too roughly, not too softly -- and began going on and on in that strange language.
Sara could pretty much interpret the meaning of dirty talk in any language. New excitement coursed through her veins as she held Gent tight and rocked with him while he pumped in and out of her pussy. Her juices flowed, making the passage so slick that Gent could move like a dream, still a tight fit but absolutely the best thing she could have dreamed of.
He was beginning to pant, the evidence of a struggle on his face. “Sara,” he rasped. “So tight. Can’t hold off.”
Sara arched as he pegged her clit again. “Don’t wait,” she breathed. “Bring it on.” Her hands clasped at him, sliding on his sweat-dampened flesh and dragging long, light scratches down his sides. “Want to feel you come.”
Gent thrust again and then made the beautifully ugly face of a man who was being racked with the spasms of an orgasm. Sara held on tight with her legs, pinning him in place as he humped against her, turning the air blue with Gaelic curses and the occasional word in English. Even through the condom, she could feel the pulses of his seed shooting hot inside her channel, jet after jet, more than she’d ever seen a man come with before.
Ever so slowly, his muscles relaxed and he slipped out of Sara’s pussy. She moaned with disappointment as they drew apart from one another, but her dismay didn’t last for long. Gent rolled them both over until he was lying on his back, her tousled head resting on his chest. She could smell sex and sweat, man and woman, and knew she hadn’t been this happy in years.
“Lovely lady,” Gent said lazily, stroking Sara’s hair. “Niall, if I had any doubts before, which I did not, they would have been laid to rest by now. Sara is marvelous.”
“So she is.”
Sara looked down to see Niall standing at their feet. His bulge had grown into an impressive-looking erection visible even trapped as it was by his jeans. “But there’s one thing she’s asked for that we haven’t yet provided. Are you game, Gent?”
Sara felt Gent’s muscles ripple. “Do you even have to ask?”
“What’s your answer, then?”
“God, yes.” Gent carefully sat up, easing Sara down on the pillows. “Is this still something you want to see?”
Sara rolled her eyes. “I’ve just had the best fuck of my life, and you’re talking about a personal viewing of a fantasy I’m dying to explore. Absolutely, I want to see.” She gave Gent a push. “On the bed, Niall. Let’s keep the party going.”
Niall gave a wolfish grin. “You’re on the bottom, Gent. You’ve already gotten to dip yo
ur wick once. Now it’s my turn.”
“I’ll not be complaining, except to ask why you aren’t naked yet.” The conversation between the two was free and easy, old lovers ribbing at one another as if they’d done this a score of times before. “Hurry up and take it off, take it all off. Let Sara get a good look at you so she can appreciate the likes of a fine strapping man like yourself.”
Niall’s grin brightened. Moving with the grace of a dancer, he whipped his T-shirt off over his head to reveal a washboard stomach and pectorals so hard you could bounce a quarter off them. His arms bulged with muscle. He had hardly any hair on his chest, just a light sprinkling that Sara ached to reach out and touch.
“Jeans next,” Sara commanded. “I want to see it all.”
“As you wish.” Niall kicked off his boots and unzipped his pants. His cock fell out, even broader and longer than Gent’s. The thought of taking that inside her made Sara’s mouth go dry and her heart pound with anticipation.
But no. This was for Gent, and from the expression on Gent’s face, he was one happy puppy at the sight of Niall’s massive erection.
Niall reached down and stroked himself, big hand around bigger cock, not saying a word -- but then again, he didn’t need to. Gent groaned with pleasure and, with a final kiss on Sara’s lips, rolled over in the bed to get on his hands and knees. He grabbed one of the pillows to rest his head and forearms against. “Come and get me,” he taunted. “Let’s give the lady something to warm her dreams for years to come.”
Giving Sara a glance that could have meant anything from seduction to warning, Niall climbed on the bed behind Gent. He ran his fingers down the length of Gent’s spine, stopping at the crack in his ass. “Lubricant,” he said abruptly. “Sara, do you have anything slick?”
Sara blushed. “Actually, I do.” For those nights when Rick had been horny and sex was the last thing she wanted, she’d bought a tube of Slick so she could at least fake some interest and feel no pain in his rough penetration. She reached into her bedside drawer, fumbled around, and came out with the small container. “Will this work?”
Niall chuckled as he examined Sara’s bottle. “Strong enough for a man and gentle enough for a woman,” he said, amused. “It’ll do.”
Turning back to Gent, he uncapped the lubricant and drizzled a generous amount down Gent’s crack. Gent gave a gasp -- the stuff was probably cold -- and then wriggled, eager for more action. Niall obliged, spreading Gent’s cheeks wide and working the Slick in with quick and efficient strokes.
“Wait,” Sara said suddenly. “Wait. I want a better view.” She scrambled around until she was perpendicular to the two men, who’d paused to let her get situated. “Now I can see both of you. Go on.” Her hand drifted to her pussy, twining the curls around her fingers. “No holds barred.”
Niall’s eyes flashed with excitement. “Gent, prepare yourself,” he said thickly. “This is for our lady.”
Gent groaned. “And anything for her that she might happen to fancy. Now get on with it. I’m empty without you in me.”
“And I burn to fill you up.” Niall applied a generous coating of the lubricant to his cock, stroking up and down until he looked as hard as a steel rod. As Sara watched, he lined the head of his cock up between Gent’s cheeks and then carefully began to push forward.
Gent made a choking noise and curled his hands into fists.
“He’s not hurting you, is he?” Sara asked in alarm. “Gent?”
Gent managed to shake his head. “More, Niall,” he grated. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
“No going slow?”
“Damned tease. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“Your wish…” Niall trailed off as he thrust forward, one long smooth stroke that buried him in Gent’s ass. The two paused, shaking. Sara could only imagine how good they both felt. She’d tried anal sex before, but it hadn’t been with someone she really cared about. Any fool could tell that Gent and Niall were close, bound together tightly as partners and well-practiced when it came to loving one another.
Her hand dipped lower, to her pussy, so she could finger herself while she watched. The soaking folds parted easily for her to rub and stroke, the whole of her vagina throbbing with building excitement. “Now,” she directed. “I want to see you fuck him.”
Niall gritted out something in the same language Gent had used, grasped Gent’s hips with both hands, and then did as he’d been told. He charged in and out of Gent’s ass like a man possessed, apparently finding some angle that had Gent moaning and writhing without shame, begging for more, harder, more.
Sara tugged at her pussy, slight shocks running through her. She could see Gent’s cock filling again, jutting out hard against his stomach. Whatever Niall was doing, it must have felt wonderful. The look on Gent’s face was one of pure bliss, his eyes opening wide and then squeezing shut. For his part, Niall was sweating, his fair skin had turned rosy pink, and his mouth hung open slightly as he sucked in air.
“Give it to me hard,” Gent goaded. “Do it like a man.”
Niall slapped Gent’s back as someone might do with a horse. He growled, indicating that he clearly wanted to take his time with this. Sara watched avidly, drinking in as much detail as she could, from the look on Gent’s face to the gleaming length of Niall’s cock as it thrust forward and drew back out of Gent’s ass.
Niall paused, breathing hard, and reached beneath Gent’s stomach. He got a good handful of cock -- and Sara knew from first-hand experience that this was solid cock -- then began to jack the organ, hard and steady strokes up and down the length. Gent cried out and began to rock back and forth between the rod in his ass and Niall’s punishingly hard grip. The look on his face was one of drugged euphoria as he got the best of both worlds.
Sara wanted the experience to go on for as long she could draw it out -- maybe forever. But all too soon, Niall had lost his control and was only able to grip Gent’s cock hard while he thrust in deeply as possible and began to snap his hips back and forth, sawing deep. He froze on a downstroke, the look on his face telling Sara that he was coming. Gent groaned loudly, pushed into Niall’s grip, and shot across Sara’s bedspread in milky-white streams of come.
The two collapsed, Gent in the wet spot, both of them breathing hard. Niall brushed Gent’s shining red hair aside and dropped kisses on the man’s neck, murmuring in that strange language as they both came down off the high of a mind-blowing orgasm.
Sara couldn’t bear it any longer. Pressing down hard on her sensitive clit, she felt her body shake with the climax that she’d been holding off, feeling her limbs quake and her eyes roll back in her head. Juices streamed out of her, soaking the spot she lay on.
When she could focus again, she looked drunkenly across at the two men, who’d withdrawn from their previous position and lay together, Niall spooning Gent from behind.
“In faith, you are a remarkable woman,” Gent murmured. “Will you come here, Sara?”
Would she ever. Sara tested her legs to make sure they were working, then scrambled over to cuddle up against Gent. She buried her head against his chest, hearing the sound of his fast heartbeat starting to slow down. Niall’s hand reached over Gent’s body to stroke her shoulder, big fingers rough and absolutely perfect.
And to think, just a little while ago she’d been on the verge of swearing off sex for life. Talk about the fine hand of Fate. Lady Luck had driven these two up to her house on their motorcycles, and she wasn’t letting them go until she absolutely had to.
“Do your motorcycles need to be fixed tonight?” she asked, cuddling closer against Gent. “Could the auto repair wait for morning?”
“With a luscious armful like yourself to entertain ourselves with, how could we possibly say no?” Gent dropped a kiss on the top of Sara’s head. “We’ve been looking for someone like you. We have, for a long time now, ever since our old friends Ardal and Seanan got so lucky with your Ciara. We’ve searched over the whole of the United States, but we cam
e almost all the way back home before we found what we sought. Had we but known you were here…”
“Mmm.” Sara felt playful. “And just what were you looking for? What makes me the one you’d pick?”
“Your kind heart, for one, even betrayed as you have been in the past, or so I think,” Niall came out with. “Your beauty and your eagerness to be with us from the moment we met. I felt the magic tingling between us when we locked eyes, and I know Gent did as well. Eh, Gent?”
“Pure magic.” Gent pulled Sara flush against him. The warmth of his body was heavenly, and his hard muscles perfect to rest against. “Ciara told us we would like you. And oh, how she was right.”
“Ciara.” Sara frowned. “How has she been? I haven’t heard anything from her in an entire year.”
“A year?” Gent sounded puzzled. “It’s hardly been one turn of the moon since she came to Ardal and Seanan.”
“Time passes differently here,” Niall said, as if reminding Gent of the fact. “What might be a few weeks to us could be a year for mortal men and women.”
Mortal? All of a sudden, Sara was reconsidering her judgment of Gent and Niall as possible madmen. “You want to explain that to me, possibly using words I can understand?” She pushed Gent away, scooting a little back. “What do you mean, time passes differently?”
“You don’t know?” Gent seemed genuinely puzzled. “Ciara told us…”
“Ah, but perhaps she didn’t tell this bonny lass anything.” Niall raised up on one arm and pulled the dark brown strands of his hair away from one ear. The tip was pointed, a silver hoop dangling from the very tip. He seemed to glow with a sort of bizarre light, one that made him seem even more handsome than before, like a god fallen to earth. “We’re Elves, Sara. The same as the men your friend Ciara has taken as mates.” His voice gentled. “I thought you knew.”
“Uh-huh.” Sara nodded calmly, then reached down under her bed for the baseball bat she kept there. When she had it solidly in her hand, she jumped out of bed and brandished the weapon at the naked men on her mattress. “Okay, I’ve been played enough for one day. Both of you get dressed and get out before I’m really pissed off.”