by Helena Ray
Phil crept forward, and Sam released Marta. Her hands found Phil’s soft brown hair right as he pulled her face to his. His lips wrapped around hers in a deliberate embrace, and his tongue followed soon after. She opened her mouth to allow him access, the wet heat of his mouth causing a very pleasant brand of shivers to wrack her body.
As she began to tumble into the depths of arousal, she realized that a few things needed to be cleared up. With one last kiss on Phil’s full, decadent lips, she reluctantly pulled away from him.
“Hold on.”
“What is it, baby?” Sam cooed from behind her as he wrapped an arm around her waist, making it very, very difficult for her to concentrate.
“I, uh…” Pull it together, Verner. This could possibly affect the rest of your life. “I need a few things cleared up.”
Sam turned her in his arms so that she gazed up into his open, honest face.
“Anything at all. Just ask.”
“How does this work? All three of us”—she gestured up to Sam, then to Mel, and finally to Phil—“you know, together? Do I take turns sleeping with each of you?”
Her three devastatingly handsome mates simultaneously broke out into hysterical laughter.
“Oh, no,” Mel said between laughs, “that is most certainly not how it works.”
“You were right about the together part,” Phil said from behind her. “All of us love you at once.”
Sam put his hand underneath her chin and tilted her face up to his. “The only way to explain it to you is to show you.”
Chapter 8
“Show me wh—”
Marta didn’t have time to finish that thought before Sam’s hand traveled from her waist up to her breast and tweaked a nipple. He pulled and twisted, adding to a growing need deep inside Marta, then added a second hand to massage her other breast. As she let out a gentle moan, Phil’s lips landed on her neck, licking and biting at the sensitive flesh. Now goose bumps scattered over her skin, reflecting the excitement spreading throughout her body.
Mel took one of her feet in his hand, and when she peered down at him, their eyes locked. He began rubbing her foot then dragged his massage upward along her calf, her knee, her lower thigh, and finally to the upper part of her thigh. By then, the nervous excitement had transformed into a growing arousal consuming her attention entirely.
She gasped a sharp intake of breath when Mel’s hand pushed upward to the waistband of her panties. Never breaking eye contact, he flattened his hand over her lower stomach, riding her curves downward to the soft patch of curls over her mound. One of his fingers pushed aside her folds and pressed into her cunt, igniting furious need within her.
“You’re wet.” The words sounded so intimate, and he spoke them with a tender affection she hadn’t thought possible.
One of Sam’s hands left her breasts, drawing a whimper from Marta, but then shot to where Mel’s hand had been. This time, he hooked his thumb under the waistband of her panties and dragged them down at the same time he squeezed her breast and nipple. A bolt of arousal shot straight to her pussy, and before she knew it, she was lifting her legs to help Mel slide the white cotton panties from her legs.
“God, that’s a beautiful sight.” He tossed her panties to the side, not bothering to see where they landed and instead gazing at her naked pussy.
“Let me see.”
Sam’s hands moved to her waist, and he easily lifted her and turned her to face him and straddle his lap. He moved backward so that his back rested against the wall. His crooked finger drew her closer, and his hands moved reverently over her body.
“You’re even more beautiful than I thought.” He reached out to pull her closer against him, and the scrape of the cotton of his shirt on her nipples caused a shiver to run down her spine. This was more than Marta had ever thought she would have, a man as perfectly formed as Sam admiring her body. The need to show him how much she appreciated his affection overwhelmed her, and she boldly threw an arm around his neck, pulling his face to hers.
Sam stilled for a moment as she kissed him, apparently surprised, but he quickly joined her in the passion and tangled his hand in her hair. Emboldened by his response, Marta wiggled her hands between them and began undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“Allow me,” Sam said, breaking their kiss. Marta was about to protest, but then he pulled his shirt over her head, silencing any objection she could ever have made.
Holy fucking shit. Sam’s was the most flawlessly formed body Marta had ever glimpsed on either man or woman. His chest was smooth, his pectorals wide, flat planes of solid muscle punctuated by two small, dark nipples. Raking her gaze even lower, she saw his six-pack abdomen, the two symmetrical sides separated by a deep crest of muscle.
While she admired his chest, he had busied himself with removing his pants. With a deep breath, she leaned back and allowed herself to look even lower at the terminus of his torso. Oh, and how glad she was. The length of his cock matched his six-four stature, and her pussy muscles clenched at the thought of his girth stretching her wide open for his pleasure. She couldn’t help but lick her lips when she saw the slight curve of his throbbing dick, a curve that would ensure it could hit just the right spot inside of her.
Another set of hands massaged her mid back, and she leaned in to the warm touch. Those hands began inching lower and lower and lower still until one hand rested on each ass cheek. “God, I want you,” Phil whispered, and she felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against her ass. Every muscle inside of her tightened. Was he talking about taking her from behind? A secret, dark place inside her mind had always fascinated about that, about the amazing sensation of fullness that having an ass stuffed full of cock must bring.
She looked behind her, and the sight of Phil’s naked torso took her breath away. A light dusting of brown hairs covered his hard pectorals and drew her eyes down to his hard abdomen. Even though he appeared tall and lithe, without a shirt, he had the perfectly muscled body of a swimmer who spent every waking moment in the gym. Damn, she thought to herself. All that running around in mountain lion form did wonders for their physique.
She couldn’t dwell on the sight, though, because Sam’s hard cock bumped against her rapidly dampening pussy, distracting her in a most welcome way. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into his embrace once more. Once they were chest to chest, Sam rolled to the side, trapping Marta beneath the delicious warmth of his body.
“Baby,” Mel said, and she turned her head to the right. He had moved so that his cock was hovering just in front of her, and she accepted his unspoken invitation. Her fingers encircled his wide shaft, and she began pumping up and down on his shaft, remembering the delicious sensation of that cock buried inside her.
Sam placed a light, fluttering kiss on her throat, and she turned back to his breathtaking countenance. Without speaking, he lined his cock up with her pulsating cunt, and Marta’s hips bucked involuntarily, seeking out the solace of Sam’s dick. He rubbed his cock over her, and Marta couldn’t take it anymore, whimpering her need.
“I am so glad you walked into my diner.” He pushed forward, filling her slowly until he was in to the hilt. She felt full, stuffed with his delectable cock. He pulled out just a bit, and she missed the sensation. Her hips shot forward again, pulling him back into her. He slowly stroked in and out, the excruciating pace driving Marta completely mad.
She then felt something bump against her cheek, and she looked up to see Phil, now completely naked. She angled her head so that the slippery head of his cock could enter her mouth, and she reached up and pumped it at the same pace she was using on Mel.
Suddenly, Sam’s pace sped up, matching her ministrations. It was all more than Marta could handle, and she felt herself already racing to the edge of sanity. Sam’s strong pelvis collided with hers, putting pressure on her clit and nearly pushing her across that line between excitement and all-out ecstasy.
“Fuck, I’m—Ooh!”
Warm see
d shot onto Marta’s arm as Mel pumped into her hand, finding his release within her. She sucked harder on Phil then, focusing her attention on him so that she could last just a little bit longer. She ran her tongue over his slit, gathering the salty pre-cum, and sucked as hard as she could on just the head. He moaned, and she knew he was very, very close.
At that moment, Sam shifted the angle of his hips, and his cock slammed directly into her G-spot, sending a shower of sparks flying over her body. She shivered as the tiny pricks of pleasure ran through every limb. Her arousal was only heightened when Phil’s thrusts into her mouth became more urgent. She felt the hot jets of deliciously salty cum shoot into the back of her throat and swallowed every drop of the evidence of Phil’s arousal.
“Fuck, Marta, I’m gonna come,” Sam said through gritted teeth, his thrusts pounding mercilessly into her. “Come with me, sweetheart.” With one deliberate, forceful thrust, Sam pushed her past the horizon of ecstasy, into the beautiful void of release. Her spasming pussy must have pushed him, too. His strokes became long and slow as he bathed her pussy with his cum and finally collapsed on top of her.
“Okay,” Marta whispered once she had recovered from her orgasm, “I think I get it now.”
The rumbling of Sam’s laugh vibrated through her body before he gently pulled himself out of her. He edged down the bed so he could rest his head on her chest.
“That’s not all of it.” Mel cupped her face with his hand. “It’s just a sampling, baby.”
“There’s much, much more,” Phil said, and she turned to face him. “I can’t wait to show you.”
Finally feeling as though her muscles hadn’t turned to spaghetti, Marta found the strength to push herself up on her elbows. She looked between her three spent…well, whatever they were. The idea had sounded titillating, but after that little demonstration, she thought her life goal might be mating these three crazy men.
“So what are we waiting for? Let’s get down to it!”
Sam looked up at her from her chest. “You need to think about it for a while.”
“A while?” She didn’t like the idea of thinking about it for another second. She wanted to do something and soon.
“We’re asking a lot of you.” Phil ran his hand up and down her arm in a soothing gesture. “You need some time to think it over, really weigh your options.”
“How much time?” Marta was aware that she sounded a bit like a pouting child, but she didn’t care. She was the kind of woman who knew what she wanted and went out and got it.
Phil exchanged a look with his brothers.
“Tomorrow night?”
“Tonight.” She would push for this one.
“Okay, tonight.” At least Sam was on her side.
After a moment of hesitance, Phil nodded. “If you still want to be our mate by, say, nine o’clock, come to Sam and I’s…” He trailed off as he looked across Marta at Mel. “Come to our cabin.”
“You know I’ll be there.” She waggled her eyebrows at Phil suggestively.
“You know I can’t wait to see you there.” His hand wandered up to her breasts, and he took a nipple between his fingers and squeezed. Her pussy flared back to life, and she rolled her head to the side, reaching for Phil’s lips.
“Okay, you two. There’s time enough for that on your way to the diner.” Shit! Why did Sam have to remind her that she needed to go to work in—
“Oh my god, it’s six o’clock!”
Phil stood and helped Marta to her feet. God, how she wished she could stay there with the three men and show them all of her body, not to mention reveal all their flesh. But no, work called, and at least she and Phil needed to be at the diner in half an hour.
She scurried around her apartment in search of clothes while her three men dressed leisurely. Her three men. They really were hers, weren’t they? And all three of them at once! Marta had envisioned being with more than one man at once so many times. While brushing her teeth, she thought of how many lonely nights in hotel rooms she had spent rubbing her clit and imagining the ecstasy to be found at the center of a ménage a trois. But she’d had so much more than that, she realized. A permanent ménage a quatre waited for her just on the other side of her bathroom door. It didn’t matter that they thought they could shift into mountain lions. Chelsea had bought into the illusion, and after witnessing Mel’s hand turning into a paw, Marta was damn near to hopping on the bandwagon. If insanity meant being in the middle of a sexy, three-sided lion sandwich, then she was ready to sign up for a lifelong stay at the loony bin.
“Ready,” she said as she emerged, teeth clean, into the small apartment.
“I bet you are,” Mel said as he took her in his arms. “God knows I am.”
“Again?”
“We’re all ready.” Phil took her hand and gently led her to the door.
The three of them crowded through the door, Sam and Phil’s heads nearly grazing the doorframe, then onto the small front porch.
“Tonight,” Sam promised. “If you really are ready for us, we’ll be waiting for you tonight.”
Chapter 9
“Stop it!”
Marta squealed as Phil’s soft lips landed on her cheek and his arms circled her waist, pulling her backward against his chest.
“I can’t help it,” he breathed. “Tonight is too far away.”
The door to the ladies’ room at Savage Hunger opened, and Marta tried to wrench herself from Phil’s embrace in an attempt to maintain some sort of sense of propriety. When Rita emerged, Phil’s grip tightened, preventing her from wiggling away.
“Your break’s only fifteen minutes long.” The older woman wagged her finger at Marta. “Don’t have too much fun.” With a wink, she whipped past them, leaving Phil and Marta in passionate embrace in the all-too-public hallway off of the dining room.
“Come on.” Phil released her and took her hand, leading her to the back exit. Using more force than Marta was accustomed to seeing from him, he pulled her through the open door. She only had a moment to register the blast of chilly autumn air before Phil pushed her against the back wall of building. Tiny bits of stucco dug into her back as his deliberate lips found hers.
Most of her kisses with Phil had started slow and romantic, the tension building with each brush of lips, teeth, and tongue, but not this one. His tongue pushed open her lips, demanding entry that she gladly allowed. As their mouths danced, Phil’s hands roamed over her body. He pressed his palms against her breasts, causing Marta’s breathing to hitch with excitement, then lower, over the curves of her waist and hips, and finally backward to wiggle underneath her ass and press it to him. The outline of his rigid cock against her stomach told her exactly how much he enjoyed their little grope.
His lips left her mouth at the same time that his hands dipped a little lower before heading upward and under her dress. Her breaths became sharp pants as he smoothed a hand over her ass, only the thin layer of her panties separating them. He leaned his forehead against hers, their lips only inches apart.
“Marta, I want you.” He sounded nearly as out of breath as she was as he squeezed her ass. “If you come with us tonight, I’m just giving you fair warning.” He brushed his cheek against hers, only a few rough, short hairs scratching along her cheekbone, and whispered into her ear. “Someone’s going to fuck you here.” His hand squeezed again, accentuating his words.
“Yes,” Marta moaned, heedless of any eavesdropping. “God, please, yes, I—”
Her words were cut off by the sensation of Phil sucking her earlobe into his mouth. The tip of his tongue traced along it, and sparks of pleasure flew southward on collision course with her now-convulsing pussy. She couldn’t help but think she was the luckiest woman in the world. Her men—plural—wanted to give her what she’d fantasized about, the forbidden sexual act that lit a fire inside her and she’d not yet dared try.
“I’m happy you like it.” Phil withdrew his hands from her dress and caressed her waist again, eliciting a
soft moan bemoaning the absence of his hands. “Because I can’t wait to—”
“Hey, lovebirds, aren’t you supposed to be working?”
A heavy door slammed, and Phil snapped his head to the right. Marta followed his gaze and saw Clayton Abbott heading toward them, large black trash bag in hand.
“We’re taking a break,” Phil replied as he turned his attention back to Marta. He pressed a kiss against her neck, causing her to squirm in a mixture of delight and embarrassment.
“Phil,” she said pointedly, “there are other people around.”
“Don’t mind me.” Clay was now dangerously near them. “Just taking out the trash.” Phil was about to return his lips to hers when Clay interrupted them again. “I also thought you might want to know that Ulysses Norman himself called me today.”
With an apologetic look, Phil released Marta and turned toward Clay.
“What did he have to say? Trying to convince you to sell out again?”
“Of course.” Clay shrugged as he hauled the trash bag into the Dumpster on the opposite side of the back entrance to Savage Hunger. “But that’s not news. What I wanted to tell you was that he’s pretty sure you’re selling to him. Said he’d be out in Savage Valley tomorrow to finalize the paperwork.”
They were selling? This was certainly news to Marta. Last she heard, Sam and Phil were staunchly opposed to letting Ulysses Norman take control of their family business.
“He’s just bluffing,” Phil replied, but Marta sensed an unusual stiffness in his manner. Something was wrong. “We won’t sell to him, and I hope you won’t either.”
“I certainly don’t plan on it, but if he insists on coming out here again and again, I can’t stop him.”
“You’re right.” Phil breathed a deep sigh and started toward the door. Was their break time up already? God, she wanted another taste of Phil. “Thanks for letting me know about Norman coming out here. I’ll give Sam the heads-up.”
“Sure thing.” Clay then turned to Marta and nodded. “Hope you keep her around, Phil. I like her. She doesn’t bring me creamer.”