by JC Szot
“I love you so much, please,” he gasped, “let me show you.” He held her face, directing her lips to his. Her tongue met his first, her kiss condoning. She washed away any uncertainty he’d been struggling with. Her body fell into his, easing them into their acknowledgement. Their affections swept them away. The love between them sparked, igniting, now allowed to freely burn.
Tongues slid and stroked, a seductive dance between them. He cupped the back of her head, angling his mouth, needing more depth. He wanted to lick the insides of her, gorge on her. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, tantalizing his nipples. Meg’s hand wandered between their pressed bodies. Her delicate fingers found his cock, making his world tilt. Sean’s head fell back in awe of her touch and the sensation. His pulse gained momentum, beating recklessly at all his pressure points.
“Meg…please,” he hissed. Sean wrestled with her nightshirt, pulling it over her head. “Gotta have you.” She fondled his balls with one hand, pressing the head of his dick with the other. He dipped his head, licking her breast like candy. Her quickening breaths filled the dark kitchen.
“You’re still sore,” Meg warned, her voice throaty.
“I know what I’m capable of.” He sucked the swell of her warm breast. Her nipple hardened between his lips. He nudged a knee between hers. He eased a finger through her satiny folds. “You’re soaked.” His heart hammered into his bruised ribs. His body was on overload. “Sit on the counter,” he whispered. He backed her up into the corner of the kitchen, having learned the benefits of an angled surface from his friend.
Meg hopped up on the counter where the corners met. Sean hooked his foot around the leg of the chair and dragged it across the linoleum. He sat, gently spreading her legs, anchoring them on the edges of the counter. He slowly ran his fingers through the soft layers of her pussy. He gazed up at her. Meg’s head was leaning against the cabinet, her lips parted. Her eyelids fluttered as he touched her. Sean salivated at the sights and smells of her. She was a delicacy. The anticipation of tasting her again had his head reeling. Sean leaned into her. He showered her pussy with featherlight kisses. Her legs twitched, her voice calling out to him.
“Oh my,” she gasped. He eased away, needing to see her receive him. Her breasts rose as she pulled in urgent breaths. Her delicious skin stretched like a fine tapestry. Meg’s knees shook. Sean rested his hands on them, his mouth needing to experience her again. He licked her slowly and tenderly, gliding his tongue through the folds of her pussy that spread open before him. Her sweetened taste soaked into his tongue, filling his taste buds. He pressed the tip of his tongue on her clit, her breathy words echoing through the kitchen.
“Sean,” she rasped. “God, that feels spectacular,” Meg gasped, her breaths heaving. “I’m gonna come.” She laughed lightly, making his toes curl with the thrill. He slipped a finger into her tight slit, wanting to go deeper. Her body jolted above him. Her liquid heat pulled him into her. She latched onto him as Sean delved deeper. His tongue and finger worked in unison, wanting to bring her all the decadent pleasure she was worthy of. Her hands gripped his head. Her fingers combed through his hair. Meg’s body thrashed above.
“Oh…” Her legs shifted, spreading wider. Her hips arched into him. Meg went rigid under his hands and then stilled. He rested his head against her thigh, tipping his gaze. Their eyes found one another in the dark shadows. Her body eased down from the counter. He kissed her flat tummy, licking the glossy ink he had injected into her pores. She gazed down at him, her smile warm. He cupped her breasts, never getting enough of her. Meg straddled his lap in the chair, still on her feet. Her raw whisper filled the quiet.
“Is this okay?”
Sean nodded, unable to speak. His hands roamed, gliding up and over her body.
“Make love to me,” he moaned, burying his face into her flesh. He held his cock. It was a painful, flaming rod that would torment him all night long. The head glided against her wet pussy, finding its way inside, bathed and sheathed by an arousal he’d provoked. Meg slowly lowered her body onto his lap, cautious of her weight on him. It was so good, too good. His entire body tingled. His orgasm was a raging bull nudging into the bars of a steel cage, wanting out. Her hips leisurely rotated over his, her movements gentled. She moved like a three-dimensional work of art. Her breasts lifted to the rhythm of her hips. He took her into his mouth, sucking her nipple into the cavern of his starving mouth.
“Oh, baby.” She giggled. “It’s so perfect. People should hate us.” He heard the laughter in her words. It was perfect. They fit, all of them, when they were together, and still flawlessly if they weren’t. Zane had cut the chain, giving him his ticket, and what a ride it was. He leaned back, allowing the sensations of their bodies to escort him away. His hands gripped her rib cage, steadying her, trying to match her movements. His groin curled tighter and tighter. He caressed her clit with the slick pad of his thumb, wanting her to come undone again. Her warm cream coated his fingers, pushing him over the ledge, a cliff that had haunted him since he’d gotten home.
Her body shook over his, her fingers digging at his damp skin. He smelled her sweetened tang, licking it off his fingers. His cock twitched inside her, detonating. His body trembled with release. The pain of his wounds screamed out in glory. Meg pulled him close, their chests adhered.
“I love you, Sean.” Her breathy voice sliced right through him, his throat tight. His eyes misted, concealed in the dark. He released his hidden words, his life now complete and renewed, just as Zane’s was.
“I love you so much, Meg.” He aligned their eyes. He let her see his tears, his devotion without shame. “I’ve loved you for so long.” She smiled, kissing his cheeks, his eyelids, and then his lips. He was still cradled in her snug, warm pussy. A safe haven he knew would welcome him again and again.
Chapter Twenty-One
Four months later
“Nora’s coming at one.” Meg eyed both men. “We’ve got to make ourselves presentable.”
“Don’t sweat it, babe, the turkey’s in the oven.” Zane’s mouth curled into a dangerous grin.
“You guys are going to kill me.” She laughed, shaking her head.
“We love you.” Sean’s dark voice cut through the heavy air, edged with longing. A tone Meg now knew all too well. “We have something for you. Get over here,” Sean jerked his head. The men were lounged out on the couch, their feet resting at opposite ends. Nora was due over for Thanksgiving dinner in two hours. They both sat up and tugged her between them, pulling her down onto the cushions. Sean handed her a sleek, black box. She felt her eyes widen. Zane body-slammed her.
“Open it.” His eyes flashed. Sean took her hand and lifted it to his mouth, kissing the tops of her fingers, his eyes gleaming with a pending mischief. Their demeanor was so different. She’d never get bored. They were an equal balance. Between the two, Meg had hard, soft, and sentimental mixed with a tempting wickedness.
She fingered the narrow velvet box and lifted the lid, feeling her stomach flutter. A thin bracelet glinted in the wide bar of sunlight that poured through the living room window.
“How much did this cost?” Meg turned between them, her mouth hanging open.
“Jesus, Meg.” Zane laughed. “Who the fuck cares, you’re worth every damn dollar.”
“Don’t you concern yourself with that nonsense.” Sean’s logical words silenced them all. “You’re everything to us.” Sean’s lips grazed her cheek. “We want you to know how much we love you and treasure you.”
Zane’s arm slipped around her.
“You’re above it all, Meg. He’s right, for once,” Zane snickered, glancing past her. Sean reached around her, shoving Zane hard in the shoulder.
“Screw you.” Sean chuckled.
“Stop it.” Meg waved a hand at them. She eased into the cushions, the box now in her lap. She removed the diamond bracelet from the soft bed of the box. It slid through her fingers. Small diamonds were interwoven with brilliant sapphires and ame
thysts. The facets of each stone cast glimmering flickers of light onto the wall. She slid off the couch onto her knees and faced them.
“It’s beautiful. It has all our birthstones in it.” The tears welled, her throat burning and tight. “Whose idea was this?” She looked to them. Sean smiled weakly, shrugging a shoulder.
“It’s from both of us.” Sean winked at her.
“I’m not taking the credit.” Zane tilted his head in Sean’s direction. “The guy knows how to shop for a woman. What can I say. Let’s see how it looks.” Zane removed the bracelet from her shaking hand. He slipped it around her wrist, clasping it closed. Meg held up her wrist. It was breathtaking. Every stone shimmered. She pinched her eyes closed, reaching for them both.
“Thank you.” She stifled an emotional sob. “I love it. I love you guys.” She swallowed hard.
“Hey.” Zane pulled away, lifting her chin. “Don’t, Meg.”
Sean stroked her cheek, steering her eyes to his.
“You’re our life. This is it.” The tears overflowed the banks of her lids. Sean leaned into her, licking them from her cheek. “You’re more precious than any of these stones.” His eyes met hers, glazed over with a seriousness that couldn’t be messed with. “You got that?”
“I got it.” Meg grinned, her teeth gnawing her lower lip.
Zane wiggled his hips to the edge of the couch. “All this sentiment is making me horny.” He waggled his brows. “You know what I’d like?”
“I can’t imagine.” Meg laughed, standing up.
Sean nudged Zane in the ribs and got up. “He’s such a romantic, isn’t he?” Sean pulled her into his arms, tipping her lips to his.
Zane’s voice ricocheted off the walls. “Give me some tongue, come on.” He urged them on.
Zane had become a force to be reckoned with when they were all in bed. Sean let him take the lead most of the time. He often compensated for Zane’s brashness by adding in his soft romanticism. The scales were always beautifully balanced.
Meg pressed herself against Sean, never tiring of his solid, warm body. He was a wall of protection and strength that made her heart melt as his tongue explored the contours of her mouth. His hands and mouth could bring her body back to life, again and again.
When they broke from the kiss Zane was naked, sitting on the couch, his hard cock in his hand. His lids lowered with a heated lust that had Meg’s pussy creaming. He stroked his cock as if it were a pending promise.
“Sit on me, baby, reverse cowgirl, and then you can suck him real nice. It’ll be so hot, fuck, I’m blowing my load just thinking about it.” Meg snickered at his candidness and pulled her shirt over her head. She loosened the drawstring on her sleep pants. No one had gotten dressed yet. They’d been in the kitchen tending to the turkey which was now in the oven.
Sean stepped out of his boxers and moved behind her, his hands sweeping over her body. His caress was light, with a slight abrasiveness from his callused fingers. He pumped her breasts, giving Zane the show he loved. As much as Zane like to participate, he loved to watch, too.
“Yeah, that’s fucking hot, come here,” Zane motioned her with a finger. Sean’s hands smoothed down her belly, slipping through her pussy, his touch always soft and tender. Zane scooted to the edge of the cushions, his dick stiff and reaching. Zane’s blue eyes looked electrified, flickering over them like a ravenous animal. Meg knelt down and kissed him, then stood and turned, straddling him. The reverse cowgirl was one of Zane’s favorites. Meg lowered herself onto his cock. Zane’s hand smacked her ass as his cock speared into her, sliding into her pussy fast and hard.
“Fucking hot, Meg,” his voice a rough growl. Zane pumped into her, gripping her hips. He thrust in and out of her pussy, the friction oh so sweet. Meg arched back, relishing the feeling, the euphoria endless. His hand skimmed down the front of her body, pinching her nipple. Need barreled through her. Sean was standing in front of her, holding his cock. It sprang forth from a small tuft of sandy-colored hair. He smiled at her, his eyes heavy lidded, his heart blazing on his sleeve right where it always was.
Zane called to them. “I love you guys. God, it feels so good.”
Sean moved across the area rug into the aura of sunlight that glowed around him, lighting up his ink like a holiday decoration. Meg nuzzled her face into his hard navel. She stroked his cock, gliding the head over her lips. Sean’s eager breaths blew into her hair, his hushed words melting her soul.
“I love you, Meg, forever. You’re so beautiful. You complete me, us.” He sighed, his body crumbling. “You’re our everything,” Sean said softly, his words hoarse. They’d both given her all that they were. Sean’s muscled thighs twitched in response under her palms. She bathed him with her tongue. She angled her head, lapping at his balls. His warm, musky scent had her eyes rolling.
“God, Meg,” Sean whined. “That’s amazing. What a feeling.” Sean sighed, his words dying as the lust cut through him. Zane’s hands held her shoulders as she posted on his lap like an equestrian. His cock moved in and out of her pussy with an ease that they now had mastered. Her clit was slick from their residual secretions, the sensation almost too much. Zane pulled her ass cheeks apart, spreading her open for him. His slickened finger prodded at her back entrance, pushing, filling her with a combustible heat that had her shaking. Meg swirled her tongue around the head of Sean’s cock, tasting his essence. Sean’s cock filled her mouth, his skin taut and hot. Sean caressed her cheeks, speaking softly to her.
“That’s so perfect, Meg. Feels real nice.” His hips moved, his pelvis swaying to her pace. He hardened in her mouth, his breaths now faster. She dragged her tongue up his length and over the smooth head. Hard flesh bucked at her front and back. Zane’s hips lifted off the couch. He pushed through her pussy, filling her most intimate spaces. His cock brushed against her clit with a delectable friction. He alerted them of his release, his garbled cries reverberating around them.
“I’m gonna come. So good, so incredible. Oh,” Zane released a strangled groan. He pressed up and into her, his body digging a hole into hers. They pushed things to the limit, stretching time and their bodies. They’d tackled their past pains and had learned their pleasures, and now could love with a comfortableness that was moving them into the future.
Meg’s clit hummed, as her heart began to race, needing a release. Her eyes glazed over, her vision hazy as her body convulsed. Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled Sean’s cock deeper into her mouth. His balls were tight. She knew he was close, having learned his body. The wonder in his voice made her heart fill, and her eyes mist.
“I love you, love the way you take me, so beautiful.” His hips pumped into her. His cock streamed into her mouth, saturating her with his unique flavor. He held her head, stepping away. They fought for air, the sun now higher in the window, warming their skin. Zane leaned into her back, rubbing his shadow of stubble across her skin. Meg stood on shaky knees. Zane pulled her into his lap, taking her mouth in a forceful kiss, finishing her off. He sucked her tongue, spreading his accumulated fire through her.
Sean sat on the floor, his head resting on the arm of the couch.
* * * *
He never thought he’d have this. The way Meg looked at him, those green eyes full of longing as her tongue swept up and down his cock, welcoming his erect heat. The way Zane had welcomed him into their circle. The three of them lay in the afterglow, their bodies spent from another round of unleashing their passion and love for one another. He had a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
Meg yawned. “We gotta get dressed.” She stretched. “Damn, you guys made me sore again,” she winced.
“Let’s hit the shower, folks.” Zane sat up, giving him the knowing eye.
Sean laughed. “You guys go ahead. If I accompany you, we’ll never be ready on time.”
Meg got up and sauntered toward the window, peering out. “It’s nice out, so bright and sunny.”
“A bright day it is.” Zane smiled. Yellow
bars of heat spilled through the window, their naked bodies radiant in the natural light.
“That’s good for us.” Sean winked at Zane. “A bright day makes our girl happy.” Sean got up, searching for his clothes. “A brighter day ensures that our night will be even hotter.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself, brother.” Zane grinned.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JC Szot was born in Morristown, New Jersey and grew up in the quiet town of Long Valley, New Jersey. She now lives in Upper Mount Bethel, Pennsylvania with her husband, Mike. Exploring her imagination was the best move she ever made.
Also by JC Szot
Siren Classic: Dark Day, Bright Night
Ménage and More: The South Window
Siren Classic: Open Spaces
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