by Trina Lane
Miranda nodded and Vic smoothed her long brown hair away from her face. He kissed her softly. “It’s a good burn though. I know it’s a little scary, but as soon as Chase slides inside you, the burn will disappear and leave only pleasure.”
Vic heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the squelch of the bottle as Chase slicked up his cock. Chase braced his hand on Miranda’s hip, and Vic watched his partner move into position behind Miranda. Vic lifted one of Miranda’s legs over his hip to open her further.
“Hold on to Vic, honey. I’m going to work my way inside nice and slow.”
Miranda’s hands flew to Vic’s shoulders and her eyes went wide. He saw the dark orbs flare the moment Chase’s head popped through the guardian ring of her rosebud. Tears pooled in the depths at the foreign invasion of the new experience. He kissed them away and murmured soothing words. Miranda’s breathing grew very rapid and shallow, and her nails dug into his skin.
“Breathe with me, princess.” Vic slid closer and let Miranda’s chest rest against his. “Relax your muscles. It hurts more if you fight.”
Vic looked over Miranda’s shoulder, and saw the expression of utter concentration on Chase’s face. Their partner’s hips slowly sank deeper till they met the soft cushions of Miranda’s ass. “He’s in, princess.”
“It’s so good, honey. You’re clamped tight around me. I can feel every little ripple of your body.”
Chase’s hips pulled back, and Vic smiled when Miranda tried to push back to follow the retreating cock. When Chase pushed forward once again, Miranda moaned, only this time Vic could tell it was from pleasure, not pain. Miranda angled her head back and Chase met her mouth. He gave Miranda a slow, thorough kiss in the same rhythm that his cock sank into her body. Vic knew exactly how that slow possession felt, and his own hole fluttered in empathy.
His fingers slid down and gently stroked Miranda’s clit, giving her another source of stimulation and pleasure. They took turns kissing her, and when Chase’s hips began to move faster, Vic acted as an anchor for the storm of sensations whipping their way through Miranda’s body. Groans of pleasure filled the room, and the intensity of emotion that swarmed Vic with the experience had him gasping right along with Chase and Miranda as they both moved closer to their orgasms.
Chase cried out and his motions behind Miranda increased. Miranda’s nails dug into Vic’s skin. Her body was slick with sweat as it rubbed against him. Vic worked her clit faster, keeping up with Chase’s thrusts. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. Miranda’s body went taught as a bowstring she screamed.
“Oh…God…Oh…yes!”
The sound that echoed from Chase’s chest filled the room and Vic was very glad that his bedroom didn’t share any walls with his neighbours.
* * * *
After they managed to get cleaned up, Vic had both Miranda and Chase tucked under the blankets as they all basked in the afterglow of an amazing night. He heard a soft sniff and opened his eyes. In the low light of the room, he saw a sheen on Miranda’s cheeks. His heart slammed against his chest and his hand froze on Miranda’s stomach. “What’s wrong, princess?”
Vic saw Chase’s eyes fly open, and his partner rolled on his side towards them. Their gazes met, and Vic saw a mirror of the panic that startled his system into full wakefulness. He looked back down at Miranda, watching a single tear track down her cheek. Another followed, and Vic’s pulse kicked into overdrive. The woman he loved lay in his arms silently crying, and he had no idea why or how to stop it.
“Please, honey, tell us what’s wrong,” Chase pleaded.
“Did we hurt you?” Dear God, please don’t say that.
“Was…was it something we did? Something we didn’t do? Something—” Chase swallowed hard. “Something Vic and I did to each other?”
Miranda shook her head and wiped her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to…”
“Mean for us to what? To see you cry?”
“Ah love, never be afraid to tell us how you feel. Never be afraid to—”
Vic growled low in his throat. “He did that to you, didn’t he? He forced you to shed your tears in silence. You were always subservient to his needs, his desires, never free to express your own.”
Miranda blinked and her warm brown eyes so mimicked that of a lost little puppy that Vic howled internally at her pain.
“I had no idea it could be like that, is all. I was…I’ve never actually had a…let alone more than…”
Okay this was good. Vic could deal with this type of emotional overflow. He gathered Miranda close to his chest. Her head tucked into the hollow of his throat. Chase put his arm over the top of Miranda and rested his hand on Vic’s hip. Chase nuzzled his lips against Miranda’s temple then met Vic’s for a soft kiss.
“We’ve only begun to show you the pleasure that can be found when you’re intimate with a person you love. I promise you, princess, things will only get better from here.”
“And as to the silent tears, sweetheart, no more. If you need to cry, you cry. If you need to scream, you scream. If you need to hit someone…aim for Vic, because I’m a big pussy.”
Miranda laughed, and it was a balm to Vic’s heart. Things were going to be okay. He rolled away for a moment to turn off the bedside lamp then the three of them wiggled around till each of them found a comfortable spot. Eventually Miranda ended up with her head on Chase’s chest, and Vic spooned up behind her. “Goodnight my loves,” he said.
Chapter Nine
Miranda’s consciousness slowly swam to the surface. Every part of her body felt heavy, but amazingly enough her back didn’t hurt as it did most mornings when she woke. She’d love to lay in bed and languish the morning away, maybe by reading a good book, but if the brightness of the room was any indication, most of the morning had been and gone. Axel must be crossing his legs and doing a little dance at this point.
Her eyes shot open and instead of finding herself nose to nose with a desperate boxer in need of relief, she found her vision filled with that of a well-muscled chest as she lay sandwiched between two octopuses. It was then that her short term memory recalled the activities of the previous evening, and Miranda found herself smiling and a little giggle escaped before she slapped a hand over her mouth.
“And what has you giggling this morning, honey?”
Chase’s sleep-filled voice was especially deep and husky in the morning. The gravely sound rasped across the top of Miranda’s head, and she snuggled deeper against his chest.
“I was thinking about all the scandalous things the two of you convinced me to take part in last night. I’ve never been so thoroughly debauched in my life.”
Vic tightened his arm around Miranda’s waist. “Hmm, and you loved every second of it, didn’t you, princess?”
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. Vic’s eyes were still closed but he had a smile on his face. “Well duh!”
This had both men chuckling and Miranda felt two pairs of lips on her skin—Chase’s at her forehead, and Vic’s on the back of her shoulder. Last night Miranda had sensed an awaking of her sensuality, and this morning the last lock on her heart opened. She prayed that the love of the two men she shared the bed with would keep it beating with the life force necessary to let her heart grow stronger, along with herself.
“So what’s the plan for today?” she asked.
Chase reached over Miranda and rubbed Vic’s biceps. “I suggest a communal shower, some brunch then we go rescue Calleigh from Axel. We can figure out what to do from there.”
“And how do you plan for all three of us to fit in Vic’s shower?”
Vic rocked his hips against Miranda’s butt beneath the blankets. His morning erection made itself known and despite the lingering tenderness from the previous night, an image of three twisting wet bodies flashed through Miranda’s mind, and her pussy softened with need. A low animalistic purr vibrated against her back.
“Have you ever really looked at my shower, princess?”<
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“No. It appeared to look like any other so I saw no need to explore further. Why?”
Vic rolled away from Miranda’s back, and she jumped when his hand smacked her butt cheek. “Come on then.”
Miranda turned onto her back and watched as Chase walked around the end of the bed to meet Vic. Their arms went around each other and their mouths met. She watched the slow morning kiss in fascination. Vic’s head tilted to the side and his mouth opened. Chase’s tongue slid between Vic’s lips. Chase’s hands grasped Vic’s ass and pulled their bodies tightly together. Miranda’s breath turned shallow as Vic began to rock against Chase. They continued to feast upon one another. First Chase taking control, then Vic. Earthy moans floated on the air towards Miranda and she shivered in arousal. God almighty, that’s some sight!
Chase pulled back from the kiss and nipped at Vic’s earlobe. “Shower, love. Let’s all get to the shower and then I’ll fuck you.”
The need and love made Vic’s blue eyes glow as if they were some type of otherworldly crystal. Miranda saw their cocks, both so hard and long, duelling with each other between their bodies.
“Promise?”
Chase looked over at her and Miranda nodded. She wanted to see them make love to each other, to be included in that part of their relationship. She never wanted Vic or Chase to feel as though they had to hide their love for one another, or that she expected them to only have sex with her. That wouldn’t work. The two of them had a rich history, so full of sexual experiences, closeness and camaraderie Miranda never wanted to diminish its importance. If the three of them were going to make this work, a balance had to be struck.
Both Vic and Chase were bisexual, which meant that not only did they need and want her, but each other. So she knew there would be times that they’d want to spend with each other, just as she would want to spend time alone with each of them. To her, it wasn’t the hours that mattered but the days, the months and the years. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe it would be easy—the blending of three lives would present significant challenges—but right now she was the happiest she’d ever been. And deep inside, she knew her love for both Chase and Vic was more than a fleeting attraction to a new experience or a residual high from her unimaginable night of passion. It was deep, it was true, and with the most elemental part of her soul, Miranda believed it was meant to be.
She bounced across the bed and leapt off the high mattress. She ran past Vic and Chase, who by now were staring at her, and into the bathroom. Opening the glass shower door she stepped inside to find the controls.
“Holy crap, look at this place!”
She stretched her arms and turned in a circle. None of her fingers found the edge of a wall. Miranda looked up and found two wide shower heads suspended from the ceiling. She was so intent on her inspection that when the glass door was pulled open with a whoosh, her eyes flew to the opening too quickly, and she got a touch of vertigo for a second. Chase entered the enclosure and gathered her into his arms.
“I love this shower. It’s so much nicer than the one at my place.” He bent down and placed his lips against Miranda’s ear. “Don’t tell Vic, but one of the reasons I’ve kept him around was so I could shamelessly abuse my shower privileges over here,” he said loudly enough for the words to echo in the tiled space.
She saw Vic smirk and roll his eyes. He reached for the control, and Miranda stepped back, expecting to be hit with cold water Chase held her still.
“Wait for it.”
The water that came down as if it were a gentle rain from the ceiling was warm and soothing and so perfect. Miranda closed her eyes and tilted her head back to enjoy the spray on her face. She lifted her head and looked over at Vic. “How?”
“Tankless water heater. It provides instant hot water. The people that owned this place before me redid the bathroom. I admit, it was a major selling point.”
Chase was still hard, and Miranda reached down, wrapping her hand around his cock. He moaned and she took that as an indication she was doing something right. Slowly her hand stroked up and down Chase’s thick cock. Its presence was as large in her hand as it had been inside her body last night, and Miranda shivered at the memory of the pleasure she’d experienced. Her thumb glided over the crown and picked up the drops of precum that had leaked from Chase’s slit. Miranda smeared the liquid around the plush head.
“God, honey, that feels so…makes me want to throw you up against the wall and fuck you till you scream.”
“No, no. You promised this cock to Victor.” She looked over at Vic, whose eyes were glued to the sight of Miranda’s hand massaging Chase. “He’s hungry for you. He wants to have you inside him, just as I had you inside me last night.” Chase moaned and Miranda’s hand dipped down to cup his balls. She rolled them in the palm of her hand, and gave them a little squeeze. “You want that too, don’t you? You love to fuck Vic.” She went back to stoking Chase’s cock. “To slide deep inside him.” Her hand formed a tunnel and Chase’s hips surged, sending his cock gliding through her grip. “To feel his hard body pressed tight against yours. You love to see the tight muscles of his back bunch as you thrust harder and faster, Vic taking every inch of you and begging for more.”
“Jesus Miranda! Stop or you’re going to make me come right now.”
She giggled, joy radiating through her at the knowledge that she held a special power, one she’d never experienced in any previous relationship.
She looked over at Vic to get his reaction, and was struck by the iridescent glow to his eyes. He stalked the couple of feet that separated them. Vic pulled Miranda from Chase’s arms and slammed his lips against hers. Miranda parted her mouth and Vic surged inside, kissing, sucking, his tongue completely dominating Miranda’s consciousness.
Vic broke the kiss and leant his forehead against Miranda’s. “You are the most amazing woman we have ever met.”
Miranda stepped back till she leant against the wall. The tiles were cold on her back, but they help soothe her heated skin. Vic came towards her and used his larger body to pin her in place. She looked over his shoulder and saw Chase bathe his fingers with saliva. Miranda knew what was coming, and looked into Vic’s eyes.
Chase’s fingers touched Vic’s entrance. The pads of one digit rubbed in circles around his hole before pushing its way inside. Vic leant in and captured Miranda in another blistering kiss. His tongue thrust in the same gentle in and out as Chase’s finger invaded his body. A second finger found its way inside and the burn had Vic moaning into Miranda until his muscles relaxed and the pain turned to pleasure. God he loved this. Loved the softness of Miranda’s body pressed against him, while Chase’s muscled frame rubbed against Vic’s back. Chase’s fingers scissored deep inside Vic, stretching him enough so he could accept a third. By now Vic was pushing back into Chase’s hand. Chase’s mouth latched onto the side of Vic’s neck. His teeth scraped against the skin and Vic broke away from his kiss with Miranda to angle his head, giving Chase more room.
He pushed up and down on Chase’s probing fingers, desperate for something more. “Please,” he begged.
“So impatient, my love.” Chase said into Vic ears.
He growled. “Yes. Fuck me.”
Vic looked down into Miranda’s clouded eyes. Her lips were swollen and wet. A small hand encircled his cock, stroking and pulling on his shaft. Vic didn’t know what he wanted more, to thrust into Miranda’s grip or to shove back and bury Chase’s fingers deeper into his body. His mind fuzzed out. He reached beneath Miranda’s ass and lifted her up.
“Put your legs around my waist,” he ordered.
With Miranda’s pussy open, Vic probed the opening with his crown. The wet, silky juices coated his head, signalling that Miranda wanted this as much as he did.
“Vic, wait!”
He growled and glared over his shoulder.
“Condom.”
Vic cursed. He couldn’t believe he’d almost forgotten to protect the woman he loved. He wasn’t worr
ied about disease. He knew he was clean, but they’d never discussed birth control. Plus he and Chase had sworn that, until the time came when they either found a woman to make their life complete, or decided to renounce that part of their sexuality and commit one hundred percent to each other, neither would ever have sex without protection. In Vic’s mind, they’d met the terms of the agreement, but he knew the three of them should still have the discussion.
Chase quickly reached around Vic and sheathed him, squeezing the base of Vic’s cock the way he loved. Vic looked deep into the warm depths of Miranda’s gaze, and surged inside her to the hilt with one thrust. The tight clasp of her body and her pleasure-filled cry echoing in the enclosure had Vic dangerously close to orgasm.
“Hurry the fuck up, Chase,” he rasped.
The knob of Chase’s cock nudged his opening, and Vic imagined he actually felt the head throb against his fluttering hole. Vic arched his back, and Chase began to fill him one slow inch at a time till his rod filled Vic’s ass completely.
“Oh God,” Vic moaned.
Vic was so full, stretched, fucking and being fucked, and when Chase hit his prostate, Vic’s control broke and he roared out. Chase’s arm came around Vic’s middle, above where Miranda’s legs had latched around him. Chase’s hips pumped in a steady rhythm, and Vic picked up his lover’s tempo as he thrust high inside the velvet wet heat of Miranda’s body.
“Vic! Oh God, Vic.”
Miranda’s soft chant rang over their heads and Vic tightened his grip on the soft cheeks of her ass. His fingers slide between the globes and he rubbed against her back entrance. She groaned and Vic pushed the tip of one digit inside. Vic shuddered, his body in the throes of ecstasy. Chase pulled back in a long, slow slide only to surge back with such force that his name was ripped from Vic’s soul.
“You’re so beautiful. Both of you, so gorgeous, and so mine,” Chase said.
Chase pounded in and out of Vic, Miranda’s pussy milked Vic’s cock as her climax closed in. Vic’s knees started to shake as his pleasure increased, and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to stand upright much longer. Sensing his dilemma, Chase crowded Vic closer to Miranda and pressed him tighter against the wall. With his hips practically pinned, Vic couldn’t thrust so he shifted his grip to Miranda’s hips and pulled her up and down on his cock. Her legs loosened enough to allow the new movement.