Billings, Rachel - Three Men and a Woman: Felicity (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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It had been a while since she’d had both her men making love to her. Wes’s mother really had been there. She was a midwife in Western New York, and she’d been in town for a continuing education program. She’d stayed with them at the house.
The group of them had talked about it before Wes’s mom, Beth, had come. Beth had heard about Felicity already, from the night Wes had called her when Juniper was in the hospital. She knew that Fee was Ri’s woman—though Felicity suspected that at the time she’d been described as some bar hookup. Okay, so that was kind of what she’d been.
Anyway, they’d agreed to let Beth continue to think that Felicity was with Ri. Which was half the truth, they considered. Felicity thought Beth was smarter than her son gave her credit for, and Wes probably wasn’t as subtle about his feelings for Felicity as he thought he was. She figured Beth had her suspicions, at least.
Beth was sweet, and interested in Felicity’s work, and they all had a good time together. She’d been a good houseguest, taking Andy’s room rather than the small guest room in the basement.
Still, it had been three nights since Felicity had been with both Ri and Wes.
Felicity didn’t want to seeem selfish or…insatiable, but she’d kind of gotten to like having two men make love to her. She’d kind of started to adore it. Two mouths, four hands, two cocks…well, anything less had come to seem not quite enough. She had absolutely no complaints about the way Reinen had loved her when he’d had her alone those three nights. But there was nothing like being caught up between those two hard bodies while their equally hard cocks flailed into her, ass and pussy. Or mouth and pussy. Mouth and ass.
What could she say? She was spoiled.
Tonight she would have what she wanted.
Well, most of what she wanted.
It had been three weeks since Andy had left. She’d seen him a couple of times, and Junie a few times more than that. Andy had taken her advice and kept Junie in the day care near the base. Once or twice a week, when they worked short shifts, Ri or Wes would stop at the day care and bring Junie home. Andy would come by and pick her up later when he got off work.
Felicity managed to be away often when he came around. She’d gone back to work and sometimes was assigned to work nights. Another time or two, she’d left the house to meet Cassie and Angie for a drink.
She loved that she got to see Juniper and was pleased and relieved that the toddler had made a good transition to day care. But Junie clearly felt that Reinen’s house was home, and she was increasingly distressed when Andy took her away. The last time it had happened, Felicity had been home alone with her. There were two females in tears when Andy tried to separate them.
“Come here, baby,” he’d said. But Junie had been inconsolable, clinging to Felicity. Finally, Andy had given in and enfolded them both for a long moment. They stood together through several painful breaths. Finally, Andy had kissed Felicity’s forehead and pried Juniper away. “Come on, baby. We have to go.”
Felicity had sobbed a little into her sleeves after that. It wasn’t getting any easier. Missing Junie was the single complaint she had about her life.
She totally loved being with Ri and Wes. That first day Andy had left with the baby, Ri had finally come out to the backyard and rescued her. She’d been madly digging, tearing up his yard, blind to the mess she was making. After more than an hour of it, Ri had eased the shovel out of her hands, wiped the tears and dirt from her face, and carried her upstairs.
The hot tub was already filled. Ri stripped them both down and, filthy as she was, he gathered her up and settled into the tub with her wrapped in his arms. He spent long minutes soothing her as she cried, totally acting like his erection wasn’t there prodding into her hip.
When her tears finally wound down, he lifted her face until she met his gaze. “What did he say to you?”
What did he say that hurt, she knew he meant. What was it that made her stand up and move away, cradling herself like she was wounded. Felicity tried to hang her head, tried to avoid Reinen’s gaze, but he wouldn’t have it. She understood he’d wait there for her answer until hell froze.
“He said he couldn’t picture the mother of his child banging three men.” She choked the last of that out, and tears started again.
With a heavy sigh, he tucked her back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tight. “Wes plans to beat him bloody. Will that suffice?”
She snuffled into his chest. “No.”
“No? You need more?”
Inelegantly, she swiped her face with the back of her hand and looked up at him again. “I mean, no, I don’t need Wes or you or anyone to—”
“To fight your battles for you? Defend your honor? Well, that’s what you have, Red. You understand that’s the sort of men we are.”
She met those dark eyes, serious as a heart attack. “Yes. I understand the sort of man you are. Wes, too. I love you both. I love you, Reinen.”
Fire flared in those eyes. He lifted her up and turned her, holding her up while she maneuvered one leg over so she was straddling him. Then he lowered her, waiting once more until she got the message and reached between them to settle his hard cock at her entrance. When he finally let her all the way down, he was filling her.
He put his hands on her breasts. She put hers on his face. “Do you understand the sort of woman I am?”
“Yes.” He didn’t thrust into her, didn’t move his gaze from hers, but also didn’t refrain from diddling her nipples a bit, because he was, after all, Reinen. “Complete. You don’t need a man to finish you. To take care of you or support you. You’ll bristle a bit when we get too domineering, but you’ll accept it because you understand who we are. And you won’t mind it at all when we’re in the sack.
“If something is important enough to you, you’ll back us off. Do you understand we wouldn’t want it any other way?”
“Yes.” She rocked a little on his cock. She couldn’t help it. He was so incredibly attractive, and his words were oddly, hotly stimulating.
“I can love you both, can’t I?” she asked, more needy about it than she wanted to admit. “Be with you both? Without being a skank?”
“Ah,” he said, fucking into her a couple times. “I can see I’m going to have to beat Andy bloody, too.” He rolled them over, so her back rested against the corner curve of the tub, held her hips, and fucked her.
He was panting when he paused to speak to her. “We love you, and you love us. I’ll be nothing but proud of you, ever, that you have the courage to listen to your heart. To let your heart lead. I’ll be freaking proud of you when you have my baby, and the same when you have Wes’s. And our children are going to be proud of you, too. And fucking grateful. Just like Wes and I are.”
With hard, deliberate thrusts, he took her, but kept talking. “I’m not going to care who knows that you’re with two men. I’m fucking happy to tell the world that you belong to both of us.”
He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her so he could fuck her harder. “Hide it if you want, but I’d be happier if you didn’t. I’m not ashamed. And you’d better fucking not be, either.”
Up on his knees now, his head pressed onto her chest, he sucked hard on one nipple then the other. She was lifted mostly out of the tub, her head and shoulders resting on the tile ledge, her tits thrust up, her thighs spread wide open by his hips. She hooked her ankles behind his back and gave over.
He pounded into her, feral growls with each breath, his cock huge and hard, rending her. She let it happen, let herself go with it. When she screamed out her orgasm, when she felt his shudders and the hot blast of his cum, she knew she could be this woman. In love with two men, and unashamed.
Tonight, she would have them both again.
* * * *
The little bitch was ready for them, just like he’d told her to be. Wes paused at the door to his room, Ri looking over his shoulder, and savored the view.
What the hell kind of luck they�
Just like he’d instructed, she was bent over the bed. Her legs were spread and her pelvis flexed a bit, offering her ass like it was there for his taking. Which it was.
She’d added a couple little touches of her own. She’d closed the shades, so the room was darkened, but light and some earthy, erotic scent were provided by a dozen lit candles.
And she wasn’t quite naked. That fact could earn her another spanking, but he couldn’t punish her for creative interpretation of his instructions. Fucking hot creativity.
She wore a matching bra and garter belt set. In red fucking lace. The garter straps framed the heart shape of her ass and held up silk—he had no doubt of it—stockings that had a seam running down their backs. They disappeared into red fucking high heels, which made those long legs longer, which made his cock push harder into his fly.
He stripped where he stood, figuring this for a skin-on-skin, no-holds-barred kind of night. Ri must have figured the same thing, because it wasn’t just his own blue utilities hitting the floor.
She didn’t move when he walked close to stand beside her, but he could see the change in her breathing, and she huffed a little when he palmed one sweet cheek of her ass. “Points for the red lace, babe. But I haven’t forgotten that you sassed me. You know what you get for that, right?”
Her head was turned away from him, but he could see that her eyes were open, wide. “A spanking.”
Without warning, he slapped her ass once, bringing out another huff of breath. Ri had come over to watch, standing enough to the side to get a good view of her face, Wes was sure. By the look of his cock, he was enjoying the show.
Which reminded him. He spanked her again. “You said my dick was small.”
Her breath hitched, and he could see a little pearl of moisture at her slit. She was hot, but still, she protested. “I did not! I just said it was smaller than Ri’s.”
Ri chuckled. Maybe he hadn’t heard that part of the phone conversation.
Wesley spanked her again. “That was a lie, wasn’t it?”
“M…maybe.” A smile teased the corner of her lips. “You’re both very big. It’s hard to judge, really.”
God, Wes was having fun. He reached between her legs and pinched her clit. “Is that more sass?”
“No!”
“No? What do you think, Ri?”
“I think it’s more sass.”
He hadn’t finished the sentence before Wes slapped her again. Her cheek was nice and rosy now, and her pussy glistened.
Fuck, but he loved looking at her. Her little peach of a cunt, with that bitty opening you’d think would never accommodate a cock of any size. And that puckered little asshole, pink and tender.
Fucking calling to him. He put his thumb there, with just a little pressure. “I see you got the lube out.”
Her words had a satisfying bit of shudder now. “You told me to.”
“You know why.”
“Because you’re going to fuck my ass.”
“Yeah. But I use the lube when you’ve been a good girl. Have you been a good girl, Red?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you were sassing me.”
She squealed a little as he pressed his dry thumb in. “No. I wasn’t.”
“Ri?” he said. “Was there sass?”
Ri was leaning against the wall, arms crossed at his chest and his cock jutting out about a foot. “There was sass.”
“Then I’m not using lube, babe. Just what I get here.” He put his cock at her pussy and thrust in. Lucky for her, she was good and wet. “Just the juice from your pussy is all you get.”
He stroked her a couple times then pulled out and centered himself at her ass.
“Wes—”
He ignored her and shoved in. She was so fucking tight it almost blew his mind. There was just barely enough moisture to let his cock slide in without tearing at her. But it scraped, and she felt that. She screeched and then panted out some panicky breaths. “Wes. Wes.”
“Are you going to sass me again, babe?”
“Not…” Her breath still came out in nervous rasps. “Not today.”
She was so fucking hot it was beyond him to laugh. Something came out that was more like a howl. He was so deep inside her, it was fucking heaven. And she’d earned a freaking break.
Relatively gently, he pulled back. And as he thrust in again, he dribbled lube over his cock. He went in and out a couple times to smear it around. “Is that better, babe?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He reached a hand to go back to her clit. “You like this, don’t you?”
“I love it, Wes.”
“That’s my girl.” He’d missed her, so he settled down to some good, hard fucking. But he didn’t want it to end too soon, for either of them. So after a few minutes, he thrust in and held.
“You know what I’d like to see, baby?”
She panted a few before she had the breath to answer. “What?”
“The front of that fucking bra.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Anchored where he was inside her ass, he leaned down over her and wrapped his arms around her. Then he stood up and had her, planted there on his cock, her back against his chest, her head tucked back on his shoulder.
Just like that, he carried her over to the full length mirror at his closet.
“You’re wearing our girl,” Ri commented.
Wes met his buddy’s eyes in the mirror and grinned. “She comes in just my size.”
Then he had better stuff to look at. Felicity’s long, stockinged legs dangled, the toes of her red shoes barely touching the floor. The garters ran to either side of her pussy and the belt circled her hips below her belly button.
The bra was a hot peek-a-boo deal that didn’t do much more than frame her tits. Most of the cups were missing, so her tits pushed out all ready for manhandling.
The whole look was hot, those tasty bits of red, the contrast of his tanned arms wrapped around her white, buff torso, and all her best parts prettily displayed. And the whole of it suspended on his cock like a really fine hood ornament.
Still, he could tell she was a hot, needy mess, so he couldn’t spend all night just looking. He spread his feet and crouched a little, letting her feet hit the floor. Then, keeping his eyes on the mirror, he took one of her hands and placed it over her breast. He put the other at her clit. “Make yourself come.”
“Wes.”
It was a kind of sweet, needy plea that he ignored. “Do it. No mercy.”
He ground into her a little to urge her on. It seemed to work. Slowly, her fingers moved, one set letting her nipple peek through and squeezing, the other sliding over her clit.
Wes kept his hands on her hips, stabilizing as he reamed her. Not quite thrusting, but keeping things stirred up at her ass. She liked it, arching a bit to give him access, rolling her head against his shoulder.
“I’d like to help out, Red.”
Wes thought she was doing okay on her own, but he couldn’t blame Ri for wanting in on this. He came over and, from the side, leaned in to suck her unattended tit into his mouth. He must have given it a damn good pull, because Wes could feel the clenching of her ass in response.
“Ohh.”
Oh, yeah, she liked it.
But that wasn’t enough for Ri.
“Spread your feet, little cunt. Open your legs.”
* * * *
Felicity moaned, helplessly grinding down on Wes’s wicked cock as Ri went to his knees in front of her. The image in the mirror was hotly erotic. Her body was framed by Wes’s, hers so light, his darker and smoothly muscled. His arms crossed over her torso, keeping her captive. She circled one arm back around his neck, a willing, participatory victim. When Ri took his mouth from her breast, Wes curved his hand around it.
She couldn’t see Wes’s cock, even when he pumped into her. But she could see the way her body bowed to accommodate him, could see the pull of her pussy and the jiggle of her tits when he fucked her.
And then Ri was there, kneeling in front of her. It was a prime view of him, his spine furrowing down between slabs of muscle and ending at his tight bum. Looking up at her, he lifted her ankle, knocked her high heel off, and rested her stockinged foot on his shoulder. He pushed aside her hand, reaching up to grasp her tit himself, and, still watching, pushed his fingers into her cunt.
“Ohh.” It was so much, too much, really, so much indulgence in pleasure. But still, she needed, needed… She rocked, wiggling down on Wes’s cock once, then flexed forward for…yes, that. For Ri’s tongue stroking over her clit, for his lips brushing her, then taking her in, his mouth drawing on her.
“Oh. Oh, God.” This, this was what she loved. Their hands holding her, stimulating her, pinching and piercing, adoring her. Cock and tongue driving her. Both men, loving her.
She gave over to the pure pleasure of it, riding Wes’s cock, rocking against Ri’s tongue, clutching them both to her. She arched and flexed, lost in a mindless haze of sexual excitement. Moaning, nearly crying, she was barely aware of it as Ri moved. But suddenly, he was standing in front of her, grasping both thighs to wrap her around him. Wes leaned her forward so she draped over Ri, nearly pulling out of her.
Then, together, they let her down so both cocks entered her. She heard them murmur to her, praising her, and groaning with their own satisfaction. It was a tight, hard fit. She was exquisitely, impossibly stretched, and when they finally accomplished it, they all three held, riveted by the wild, carnal pleasure of it.
Felicity had wrapped her arms around Reinen, clingling like a monkey. Her breath came in shallow pants, like that could help her body make room for the way they breached her. It should have been too much, the way they filled her, the way Ri’s grasp on her thighs opened her, put her entirely at their mercy.
She was nearly overwhelmed, her head dropped onto Ri’s chest, her body so far out of her control. Nearly, she begged for surcease.
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