by Lynn Stark
“Why’s that? Won’t it still be a surprise?”
Damien moved away from where he had been checking the chicken in the oven. Stalking toward her, he pulled her hand off Ryan’s ass. “No cheating, sweetheart. We have a surprise for you. That’s all you’re going to find out. And if you’re bad, then you’ll have to wait even longer for it.”
Pouting, Peaches moved closer to him, rubbing her body against his. Even though they had made love for hours, she still wanted more. A shower with Logan had done wonders in reviving her. Sliding her arms around Damien’s lean middle, she pulled their bodies tightly together.
“Come on, baby. Can’t you give me a little hint?”
“No. And rubbing yourself against me is only going to get that pretty pussy of yours stuffed with cock. We’re not telling you anything.” Getting her pussy stuffed sounded like a good idea to her. She was definitely ready for it.
With her brown eyes full of mischief, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. She rubbed her sensitive mound against his leg. Damn but that felt good! She did it again.
Then a large hand was connecting smartly with her tender, jean-covered ass. Yelping in surprise more than pain, she spun around to see a grinning Logan pressing close. “Didn’t you get enough cock earlier, baby?”
Was there ever enough? Peaches wondered as she grinned up at him. These three men had made her greedy for their bodies. The thought of dragging them upstairs for a little before-supper sex was tempting. Or they could just do it on the table. It wouldn’t be any trouble to push the dishes out of the way. She wasn’t very picky about locations right then, just horny. Again. With her pussy quivering in anticipation, she had to bite back a moan.
“What put that look on your face?” Ryan wanted to know as he returned from putting the salad on the table. “What did you two do out there?”
“Lots of bad things,” she told him, grinning up at Logan. “Logan is very good at bad.”
“And you liked it?” Ryan asked, sounding completely mystified. His blue eyes were filled with curiosity.
“Yes. I liked it a lot.”
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He shook his head. “I couldn’t do the things to you that Logan likes to do, even if you do enjoy them.”
“That’s why you’re not allowed in Colt’s club without a collar,” Logan told him, pinning him with his golden gaze. “And me. You don’t have a dominant bone in your body. You’d be like fresh meat in a lion’s den.”
Broad shoulders shrugged. “It still might be fun to watch Peaches get spanked in front of everyone. I wouldn’t mind fucking her in front of a room full of people.” Logan moved boldly past her, going toe to toe with the younger man and towering over him. “Or, I could spank you, and then fuck you in front of a room full of people while Peaches watches.”
Just the thought of that scenario playing out made her pussy gush. With her womb quivering and her cunt throbbing, Peaches wondered if she could, or should, encourage such a thing happening. After all, Ryan and Damien were only just beginning to explore the feelings they had for one another, and for Logan. She didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize their relationship. She kept quiet.
Logan didn’t seem to have such qualms. Sliding his hand behind Ryan’s neck, he pulled him close, lowering his head so he could claim the other man’s mouth with hot, lusty male passion. Her pussy sizzled at the sight. Biting back a moan, she squeezed her thighs together as Ryan surrendered to the bold passion, wrapping his strong arms around Logan’s trim waist.
Her inner heat flared when Damien moved toward the embracing men. He pressed himself against Ryan’s back, finally making a bold move of his own. So far, he had been rather passive.
Now he was letting the other two men know he was willing to be a very enthusiastic participant.
Ryan was very happy being between Logan and Damien. When the kiss ended, he pressed his cheek to Logan’s neck, his arms wound tightly around the muscular torso of the man in front of him. Logan stroked him tenderly, as he had before. His other hand went to Damien’s face. They leaned toward one another, managing to kiss while Ryan squirmed like a happy puppy between them.
When they parted, they went back to preparing supper as if nothing had taken place.
Logan sat down at the table, a smug grin on his rugged face. Peaches groaned. What the hell?
She had been hoping for some hot presupper sex. Obviously, they were hungry for more than sex. Disgusted, she all but stomped out of the kitchen, Logan’s laughter following her.
Once she got to their room, she stopped dead in her tracks. The room had been trans-formed. There were a couple dozen fat white candles burning around the room. Not safe, but beautiful, she thought as she moved in to look at all the changes Damien and Ryan had made while she had been otherwise occupied. There were several low glass bowls overflowing with red and white roses. Their scent filled the room.
Chocolate-colored drapes hung from the windows. The bed was now a lush oasis of expensive, cream-colored sheets, a thick duvet to match the drapes, and a pile of beautiful tapestry and red silk pillows. She easily imagined herself on her back among the pillows, naked and awaiting her men to join her. The silky duvet would be soft and cool against her skin.
A grin crossed her face as Peaches quickly began undressing. Going into the large bathroom, she tossed her clothes into the hamper. Even though she had just taken a shower with Logan, she decided to soak in the bathtub. A few drops of bath oil they had purchased just that 97
morning made the water feel silky against her skin as she sank into it. A sigh escaped her lips as she began soaking out the beginning of the aches in her body.
Closing her eyes, Peaches let herself drift away. Not asleep, she heard the door open and close. When no one got in the tub with her, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look around the steamy room. A grin pulled at her lips as she saw the negligee with a matching peignoir hanging on the back of the door. A pair of leopard print stiletto pumps was near the door. Ryan’s hand was definitely in the choices.
Finishing her bath, she got out and rubbed herself dry with a fluffy towel. She ran the brush through her hair, fluffing the damp blonde curls. They would dry quickly enough.
Reaching for the sexy set, she peeled the gown from beneath and pulled it over her head. The straps were little more than strings. The neckline plunged to her navel, allowing the curves of her breasts to show. The rest of it clung to her body. The leopard print clung to her skin. It didn’t take good vision to realize that the fabric was so sheer, little was left to the imagination.
Perfect. Taking the peignoir from the hanger, she pulled it over, laughing as the soft faux fur along the edges tickled her skin. Yes, it was definitely a choice made by Ryan. Adjusting the loose sleeves back over her hands, she looked at her hair in the mirror one last time before leaving the bathroom. She looked like a glamorous sex kitten.
Pulling open the door, Peaches had expected to see her men waiting expectantly on the bed, preferably naked. Instead, she found them waiting for her looking much like sexy strip-pers in snug-fitting black leather pants with their beautiful chests bare. They were so fucking hot. She even thought their bare feet were sexy. They were standing beside a table they had brought in while she had soaked in the tub. The table was covered with a white linen table-cloth and set with china and crystal. Tapered candles, surrounded by creamy white roses, rose from the center. The flames flickered. Covered dishes waited on a side table.
Romance. She had wanted it and they were giving it. Smiling lovingly, Peaches moved in-to the room. Logan swept her up first for a hot, deep kiss that went straight to her pussy. He had to be the best kisser on the planet, she thought dazedly when he released her. He grinned at her dopey, dazed expression. Damien kissed her next, his hands stroking down the length of her back as his cock strained at the tight leather to press against her stomach. Then it was the irrepressible Ryan’s turn. Just as the clothing she wore was from another era, so was the dramatic kiss as he ben
t her back over his powerful arm, kissing her as if she were a glamorous heroine in a movie.
Once released, Peaches was placed in a chair. Logan served her slices of tender chicken.
Damien poured a red liquid into a fluted glass. Ryan put a spoonful of lettuce on her plate, topping it with cherry tomatoes. Then they were sitting down at the table, smiling at her, watching as she ate the barbecued chicken breast. It was succulent, tangy, and sweet, like her men.
When they had finished the chicken, a sliver of cherry cheesecake was placed in front of her. “I’m going to get fat,” she warned.
Broad shoulders lifted in unison. “There’ll just be more of you to love,” Logan told her.
She had been teasing, but she looked at their serious expressions. She saw that it wouldn’t matter to them if she were larger. They would still love and desire her. Shivering with pleasure, she ate the cheesecake.
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When the meal was finished, they cleared the plates away. Peaches enjoyed another glass of cranberry juice. Obviously, consuming alcohol was not going to happen. She wouldn’t have anyway, considering she was trying to get pregnant. When she had taken the last sip, he took the glass from her hand. Then she was led to the bed. With her heart beginning to pound a little harder, her pussy dripping with need, she sat on the end. All three men kneeled in front of her. The candlelight in the room flickered over their handsome faces, the expanses of wide chests, rippling abs, and muscular arms. Her heart stopped when Logan, in the center, produced a small box. He opened it. Inside was a heart-shaped diamond that had to be at least three carats, surrounded by smaller champagne-colored diamonds.
“Oh!” Peaches gasped, completely overwhelmed. “It’s beautiful.” Damien reached for her hand. Ryan took the ring out of its velvet bed and slipped it onto her finger. The fit was perfect. Tears filled her eyes.
“Peaches, we love you. We want you to marry us,” Ryan told her softly, his heart in his blue eyes. “Will you make us happy, baby? Will you marry us?” There was no hesitation in her. Everything inside her told her that committing herself to these men was the right thing to do. It was her only true choice. To say no, to leave them, would be like ripping the heart out of her chest.
Looking from Ryan, to Damien, then holding Logan’s intense amber stare, she answered softly, “Yes. I’ll marry you.”
Logan rose to his feet. Lifting her into his strong arms, he placed her in the center of the bed. They followed her down, beginning to kiss and caress her. Three mouths, six hands, made her feel wonderful. She felt every inch of skin heat. Nerve endings came alive. Her pussy pulsed and creamed, the intense moisture sliding down the crack of her ass. As Logan gave her one of his mind-bending kisses, Ryan was spreading her legs, placing her feet wide on the silky duvet. Damien was on her other side, his hand stroking over the sheer fabric doing little to hide her body from their gazes.
“Your pussy is so beautiful, baby,” Ryan moaned, taking a moment to blow his warm breath over her heated flesh. “I could eat it all night.” Peaches moaned into Logan’s mouth as his words made her body weep with the dew of her arousal. It grew by the moment. It was like a flash fire on sun-dried brush. With an arm around his neck, she returned Logan’s passionate kiss, her tongue sliding against his, teasing and mating. Damien’s hand was sliding inside the neckline of the nightgown. Callused fingers stroked one nipple while his mouth sought out the other through the sheer fabric. Moaning, writhing, she pushed up against his mouth as he sucked hard. Feeling herself begin to climb toward that point where she would climax, Peaches soared the moment Ryan covered the slick, swollen lips of her sex with his mouth. As Damien was doing with her breast, he did with her pussy. He sucked hard, his tongue exploring her from the tight rosette of her nether hole to the rigid flesh of her throbbing clit. Bucking against his mouth, she eagerly sought a second orgasm.
If there was one thing Peaches could call her men, it was generous. They would give her one orgasm after another. Even when she was so exhausted, so wrung out, they still managed to find another inside her.
When Ryan moved away from her swollen pussy, Damien moved to take his place. A screech of pleasure left her lips as he found her clit. He sucked it between his lips, suckling on 99
it until she was sobbing with pleasure. So focused on what was happening between her legs, eyes shut tight, she didn’t notice the huge cock near her lips.
That was until it bumped them for entrance. Opening her eyes, she saw Logan straddling her chest, offering her his cock. Ryan was there, fisting it, guiding it toward her lips. When his head came close to hers, she knew he planned to share the tasty flesh with her. The idea of it caused her to groan. Together they began to love Logan’s long, thick flesh. She took as much of it as she could into her mouth as he pressed forward, the thick spongy head moving toward the back of her throat. What would not fit in her mouth became vulnerable to the eager Ryan.
He sucked and licked the side of their lover’s shaft. Then he worked his way down to the heavy sac between Logan’s powerful thighs.
As Logan grasped the headboard of the bed, he began to fuck her mouth with slow, steady strokes. Peaches licked and sucked, swirling her tongue over the velvet-covered steel of his flesh until she felt it become even harder against her sensitive, swollen lips. When it began pulsing, she felt her heart race. A moment later his cum was spurting hotly. Swallowing greedily, she took every drop he had to give.
His softening cock popped from between her lips when he moved. She grinned up at him as he looked down at her with blazing-hot amber eyes. Then he was moving again, positioning himself on his back.
“On your hands and knees, baby,” he told her softly.
It was a little difficult with the nightgown and flimsy robe tangling around her, but she managed. The robe was pulled away and tossed to the floor, leaving her wearing only the nightgown and shoes. The hem was lifted over her ass, exposing her fully. As she set her hands and knees firmly on the mattress, she couldn’t help but notice Logan’s recovery. When she would have taken his cock into her mouth again, he stopped her.
“Not this time. You’re going to come up here and ride me. Then Ryan’s going to take that beautiful, tight asshole of yours.”
“And what will Damien be doing?”
“He’s going to fuck Ryan.”
“At the same time Ryan’s fucking me?” Her eyes rounded in surprise. Excitement made them sparkle.
“Yes.”
Peaches pouted. “But I want to watch.”
“You’re such a pervert.” Ryan laughed, slapping her ass smartly. For a man who claimed he wanted to cause her no pain, he sure knew how to send the signal to her pussy. “It’s early.
You have all night to satisfy those nasty needs of yours. In fact, we got you another engage-ment gift.”
That got her interest. She twisted around so she could look at him. “What is it?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.”
Logan pulled the nightgown up as he arranged her over his thighs and his cock, now all but standing at attention. Peaches gasped as she lowered herself onto it. She had a sudden idea. “A mirror. We need a mirror behind the headboard.”
“And above the bed,” Logan agreed, a groan escaping him as she wriggled her way down over his thickness. They stared at one another for a moment. Then she was lowering herself 100
down over his chest. She kissed the center, where the dark hair swirled. “We’ll get that taken care of.”
Ryan moved up behind her. Her body jerked, and then squirmed with pleasure, when she felt the tip of his tongue sliding over her pink hole. Then he was pulling away so he could squirt lube down the crack of her ass, working it into her asshole with strong fingers. It wasn’t long before she was ready to take him. There was the sound of ripping foil. Logan’s strong hands curved over the mounds of her buttocks, spreading the cheeks of her ass. Then Ryan was there, pushing the head of his cock into her.
Leaning over her, he ki
ssed the center of her back. “Did you enjoy Logan doing all sorts of nasty things to you, baby?”
Trembling, recalling the deliciously dirty moments in the playroom, Peaches’s pussy clamped down hard on Logan’s cock. Her asshole turned into a vise around Ryan’s throbbing cock. He moaned and pressed into her, sliding until his balls slapped against Logan’s cock.
“Yes, I enjoyed it,” she moaned truthfully, her fingers curling over Logan’s broad shoulders. She stared down into his eyes. “Logan has some very special talents.”
“Tell us what he did to you.” Damien begged hoarsely. She could only imagine what was taking place behind her. Ryan was being very still. When she heard his grunt, she knew. Logan grinned at her like a wolf. His cock twitched inside her. “Tell us.” Though they didn’t like to play the same games as Logan, they obviously weren’t averse to hearing some of the dirty details. Her pussy clenched around the hard cocks filling her to overflowing. She wriggled experimentally. Strong fingers tightened on her buttocks, biting in-to her resilient flesh.
“He tied me down on the whipping bench first so I couldn’t move,” she gasped as she felt the pressure building in her ass as Ryan was pressed forward. “Then he made me suck his beautiful cock.”
“Is that all?”
“No. He shoved a butt plug in my ass and fucked me with it while he finger fucked my pussy.”
Ryan groaned. Peaches had no idea if it was because of what she told them or because she could feel the weight of Damien pressing into his ass with his cock. Oh, fuck, how she wanted to see it!
Ryan rubbed his cheek against her back. The arms encircling her hips tightened. “What else did he do?”
“Logan fucked my pussy and my ass at the same time. After we both came, he put me in a swing and fucked me again.”
Peaches almost came again, as she remembered. Logan, the wretch, waited for her to tell all. He grinned at her as his hands stroked her lovingly. His huge hand slid down her belly to where their bodies were joined. Two quick strokes to her clit ignited her body once again.