Anticipation made her throat go dry, the feeling of being pulled in different directions making it hard for her to breathe.
“Let her go,” Ian ordered. “I want her on the bed.”
Ben took his time complying, nuzzling his nose into her neck before biting her again and giving her breasts one last squeeze. Then he released her and stepped away, leaving her slightly chilled.
“Come here, Dorrie.”
Ian didn’t tug on the tie, didn’t do anything other than watch her. Leaving the final decision to her. But she had the feeling that once she took that first step, she’d give Ian and Ben the reins for the rest of the night. And possibly much, much longer.
And isn’t that what you want? To let them take control?
“Now.”
The command in Ian’s voice almost made her balk. But the burst of heat between her legs got her moving. She did want this. Wanted them.
She took the first step and swore she saw relief in Ian’s eyes. She took the second and that relief turned to blazing heat.
It took every ounce of bravado she had to walk to the bed and sit on the side. Her feet dangled a few inches off the floor and Ian still held the tie in one hand. With the other, he worked the buttons on his shirt until he’d released most of them.
“Lie back.”
She almost balked again, almost made the choice to unwrap the tie from her hands and walk out. But that was fear talking and she was not going to let fear get the best of her.
Over Ian’s shoulder, she saw Ben take a few steps closer, his gaze locked on her, waiting.
She eased back onto the mattress, the cool comforter making her shudder with sensation. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she opened them again to find Ian shrugging his shirt off his shoulders so he could reach behind and pull his t-shirt over his head. His bare chest encouraged her heart to pound even harder.
And when she checked on Ben, she found he’d also stripped off his shirt and had moved to the other side of the bed.
“Arms over your head, sweetheart.”
She obeyed without hesitation this time, though her lungs could barely get enough oxygen now.
As soon as she did, Ben grabbed the tie and pulled her arms out straighter, almost to the point that she had to arch her back.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Ben’s rough voice was as much of a caress as the fingers he stroked along the exposed inside of her arm.
“Shift her around and tie her hands to the headboard.”
Her nipples pebbled and she pressed her thighs together to ease a little of the ache making her body feel like one throbbing nerve.
Biting her lip to stifle a moan, she had to make a conscious effort not to tense when Ben knelt next to her and put one hand on her thighs to pull her closer to the center of the bed then tugged on the tie until he had her where he wanted her.
The fabric tightened around her wrists as he looped the ends around the slats in the headboard and tied them off. She had the urge to yank on them and see just how strong she needed to be to get loose but forced herself to lie still instead.
“There you go.” Ian knelt on the bed next her. Sometime in the past thirty seconds, he’d stripped out of the rest of his clothes and now knelt beside her.
His erection bobbed as he shifted closer and she had the almost uncontrollable urge to taste him, make him come in her mouth.
Ah, Christ. She felt her wetness slick the inside of her thighs and she was sure they could smell how hot she was for them.
Of course, she could see the evidence of Ian’s desire so they had to be on the same wavelength. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see Ben shove his pants down his legs.
A second later, Ian wrapped his hand around her chin and forced her to look at him. Leaning closer, he blocked out everything around her right before her eyes closed as their lips met.
Ian kissed her, every desire, every frustration in the hard press of his lips against hers. She tried to raise her hands to reach for him and found she couldn’t move her arms.
Heat blasted through her body all the way from her toes to the top of her head. When she moaned, Ian took the opportunity to kiss her deeper, fuck her mouth with his tongue, and finally put his hands on her body.
Kneeling beside her, he gripped her tied wrists in one hand and put his other between her thighs, cupping her and pressing the heel of his hand against her clit so that when she shifted, the pressure increased. But just before she could get any satisfaction, he pulled his hand away.
“Not yet. We’re not even close to letting you come. I think I’m gonna let Ben play a little. Not fair of me to monopolize you.”
Dorrie didn’t care whose hands touched her at the moment, just so long as someone did.
Ben didn’t need to be told twice. Rolling her to her side, he fitted his body behind hers and stroked one hand down her side while he pushed his other hand under her body and between her legs to take up where Ian had let off.
Except Ben slipped two fingers into her wet channel, making her jerk in his arms.
“So wet, baby. You’re gonna love what we have planned for you. Just give yourself over to us. We won’t let you down.”
Yes. That’s what she wanted so desperately. To let them have her. For them to want her to the exclusion of everything else.
Ben’s fingers slid against her clit, enflaming her nerve endings and making her writhe against him. He tightened his arm around her upper body, dragging her even closer as his cock settled between her ass cheeks.
But that wasn’t where she wanted it. She knew how threesomes worked, knew what went where.
Thank you, internet porn.
And, even though she’d never done it, she wasn’t worried.
Then why do you have a knot in your stomach?
No. She refused to think about anything but them now.
Especially not while she had these two men in bed with her.
“Open your eyes, Dorrie. I want to make sure you’re with us all the way.”
She automatically looked up at Ian but Ben’s lips and tongue made her lethargic and over-charged at the same time.
“I want you to take me in your mouth.”
Yes, please. She swallowed hard. “Then you have to come closer.”
Kneeling on the bed, he inched closer but his cock was at an awkward angle.
“Lie down.”
Ben’s hand squeezed her breast a little harder than before, making her moan.
“I think she just gave you an order.” Ben’s voice brushed her ear as he scissored his fingers inside her.
“I heard her.” Ian’s gaze narrowed. “I’m just not sure she should be the one giving them.”
She had to suck in air before she could speak. “If you want me to put my mouth on you, you have to get closer.”
“Put your mouth where?” Ian reached out to give her nipple a hard tweak. “Say the word, sweetheart. I want to hear you say it.”
Her mouth dried but she managed to get the words out. “Your cock.”
“Jesus, hearing you say that word makes me hard.” Ian kneeled on the bed next to her. “Suck me.”
Leaning up, she took him in her mouth. At first, just the head, sucking on the fat tip for several seconds and playing her tongue over the tight, hot flesh.
Above her, Ian groaned and she felt the headboard shake. Then the tie around her hands released.
“Touch me. I want your hands on me, too.”
Yes.
One went around his shaft, the other cupped his balls. She played with him, stroked him, sucking him deeper into her mouth and fighting the pull of desire Ben whipped around her.
She got lost in the taste of him and the heat, in the sounds Ian made and the way Ben touched her.
She wasn’t ready for Ian to pull away with a growl. Her eyes flew open and she gasped but Ian dropped next to her on the bed and kissed her. She grasped at him, pressed back against Ben, an
d drowned in the sensations pouring through her body.
She lost all sense of time and place but knew exactly where and how each man touched her.
Ian’s tongue played along hers, his hands at her breasts, molding the mounds and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
Ben’s fingers continued to play inside her sex and with her clit, his other hand on her hip pulling her ass tighter against his groin, his erection a hard rod that made her ache to be filled.
That ache grew until it became a beast gnawing at her from the inside.
She hadn’t understood how she’d become obsessed with these men in such a short period of time, how much of an impact chemistry had on a person.
The concept of chemistry between two people had always been an abstract one for her because, until she’d met Ian, she’d never experienced that acute chemical reaction.
Now she knew. She also knew that, when you added a third to the mix, you increased the pleasure exponentially.
Every cell in her body zinged with electricity, every inch of her body energized, ready. Willing.
Except her men seemed determined to keep her on the very edge.
They each had their own agenda, their hands petting or stroking, their mouths licking and sucking. They overloaded her senses, her brain threatening to splinter under the intense stimuli.
Somehow she managed to hold it together, to breathe and to stroke her hand along Ian’s shaft and to reach behind her to grab Ben’s hip and pull him even closer.
When Ian pulled away with a rough curse, her eyes flew open to catch a glimpse of him as he turned away. But they only stayed open for a second before Ben rolled her onto her back and laid his body out over hers.
Ben fit himself against her and took her mouth in a kiss that scrambled her brain, short-circuiting every rational thought. The difference in their taste shocked her, made her pump her hips against his and try to ease the painful ache spreading outward from her core.
Every muscle in her body tensed with anticipation, her heart banging against her ribs as she tried to spread her legs and get him where she needed him.
Then he pulled away as well, leaving her to gasp with disappointment.
She could barely breathe, her attention unable to latch on to one point of interest.
Until Ian reached for her again and pulled her on top of him.
Acting on instinct, she let her legs fall on either side of his hips, her hands punching into the mattress on either side of his head. Grabbing her hips, he positioned her where she needed to be and, with a steady thrust, pushed his cock inside her until he was as deep as he could get.
When Ian stopped and held, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into his.
Then he started to move. He didn’t ask, didn’t wait for permission, just began to shift his hips and drag his thick cock out before shoving back in. Each time he did, he seemed to go even deeper, until she felt she couldn’t take anymore. She hung on the edge of an orgasm in seconds, her body taut.
Then she felt Ben’s hands on her hips. The idea that she’d be penetrated by both men nearly made her hyperventilate, and she dropped her head until her forehead pressed against Ian’s shoulder.
“Steady, Dorrie.” Ben’s voice sounded so close and yet muffled. “It’ll hurt but only in a good way.”
She barely understood his words but she understood the meaning.
Sucking in a deep breath, she stilled, waiting. But Ian put his hand on her chin and tilted her mouth up to his.
As his taste seeped into her mouth, she felt Ben’s fingers spread slickness around the pucker of her ass before he penetrated her with one finger.
The fullness made her groan as he worked her, Ian holding steady as his arms wrapped around her shoulders to hold her tight and still.
Every sense heightened, pushing her closer to the edge of a climax that made it hard for her to breathe.
But Ian continued to ravage her mouth and Ben now used two fingers to spread her.
The dual penetration was too much and not enough. She needed more. Needed—
Abruptly, Ben slid his fingers free and she sagged against Ian. But in the next second, she felt the thick head of Ben’s cock at that entrance, pressing against her. The burn felt almost too hot to take as Ben worked his way inside her, the fullness of two cocks inside her body a pleasure as much as it was pain.
She heard one of her men groan. Or maybe it’d been both. She couldn’t tell. She only knew that when they began to move, the pleasure outweighed everything else.
Tearing her mouth away from Ian’s, she turned her head to the side so she could breathe, squeezing her eyes shut tight. She tried to concentrate on only one sensation at a time, as if she could somehow manage it that way.
But the fire spreading through her veins was too much.
The men had found a rhythm that made them shudder against her while she shook, trying to hold on, but she wasn’t sure she knew why she wanted to.
She wanted to fly. Wanted to—
Her orgasm snapped like a broken rubber band and she clenched around them.
Both men swore in different harsh tones, their voices cracking over her with the force of a whip and making her jerk between them. They held her down, held her tight.
And it was perfect.
*
“This bed is way too fucking small,” Ian grumbled as he lay on his side, one arm thrown around her waist, her back against his chest.
She didn’t know how long they’d been lying here but Dorrie wasn’t at all tired. Well, maybe a little. But mostly, she just wanted them. Again. Maybe always.
From above her, she heard Ben laugh. “Dude, your ass isn’t the one hanging over the side of the bed. Quit bitching.”
“Maybe your ass is just too big.”
“Dorrie thinks my ass is just fine, don’t you, hon?”
She giggled, an honest-to-God giggle that she immediately stifled.
“I don’t think your ass is too big. And I think Ian’s right. My bed is way too small with the both of you in it.”
“You know what that means, don’t you?”
She really hoped she did but she needed to hear them say it.
Looking up at Ben, she didn’t have to wait long for him to answer his own question.
“It means you’re coming home with us and staying this time.”
Behind her, she felt Ian still, waiting for her response.
“For how long?”
“For however long you want to stay.” Ian’s arm tightened around her waist. “If you need a date, I guess my answer to that is, unload this place and move it.”
Hope made her heart race and she looked up at Ben, who smiled.
“What he said. So what do you say, Dorrie?” Ian leaned down to nip at her ear. “Are you coming home with us?”
“Absolutely.”
The End
Stephanie Julian
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