by Shae Mathews
When Emmett got into position behind her and pushed her down so she ended up lying flat on Shawn’s stomach and chest, she stuck out her arse wantonly, despite the steel-hard rod that impaled her front channel. Emmett’s hands were on her hips now, together with Shawn’s, and both of her lovers steered her to where they wanted her. It seemed they knew instinctively which angle would work, and when the head of Emmett’s shaft finally breached her back hole it felt almost natural to have something enter her there.
Shawn had been right. It didn’t hurt, but the pressure on her insides was enormous and her rim stung where it was stretched around Emmett’s erection. Then Emmett began to move, and Copper had to bite her lip so as not to scream in sheer delight. How could she ever have doubted this was anything but the hottest sex ever?
Shawn and Emmett had no trouble setting up a nice, smooth rhythm between them. When one was on the way out, the other pushed in. Shawn also continued to caress her with his hands. Somehow he even managed to sneak one hand in the already crowded space where their three bodies were joined, and even more astonishingly, he found the right spot in that mess of genitalia and rubbed it with gentle, but persistent pressure.
Copper felt her groin melt to liquid heat. Every fibre down there seemed to be on fire, and her brain had long since lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. She had surrendered to two men’s capable hands, and pleasure beyond belief was her reward.
Her body went eerily still. She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to in those precious, wonderful seconds when she felt her orgasm approach but needed just that little bit more, that one, final, perfect touch to set her off. Both men stopped moving, deep inside her, Shawn flicked his fingertip over that magic bud once more, and Copper’s world vanished in a cyclone of pure pleasure and twitching bodies.
* * * *
Emmett glanced down at his two sleeping subs. Shawn was understandably tired. After all, he and Copper had been doing it for quite a while before Emmett had joined them. And Copper, well, the poor sweetheart had every right to be exhausted after what Emmett and Shawn had put her through.
She’d taken it so well, and the feel of her, the unbelievable tightness of her rear channel around his cock was a memory he would cherish and hopefully refresh at some point in the not-too-distant future.
Shawn was the first to stir. A sleepy moan escaped him, and his eyelids fluttered, then he moved and finally opened his eyes.
“Hey there,” Emmett mouthed. Shawn gave him a lazy but nonetheless ravishing smile, saying nothing. Copper was curled up at Shawn’s side, her head propped up on his shoulder and her thick, wavy hair wafting around them like a cloud. She seemed to have sensed the change in atmosphere, but instead of admitting that she was waking up, she squeezed her eyes shut and snuggled deeper into Shawn’s embrace.
Chuckling, Shawn wriggled away from her, stroked back her hair, and tucked a finger under her chin to tilt her head up. She followed his lead with a sigh. “Time to wake up, sweetheart,” Shawn whispered and pressed a kiss to Copper’s mouth. “Sir wants to speak to us.”
“Huh?” Stifling a yawn, Copper opened her eyes and looked around. She blinked then she smiled shyly. “Oh, right. I just have to ask—Did we really?”
“Oh, we did,” Emmett confirmed. “And I was under the impression that you enjoyed it.”
Her smile widened. “I did. I just didn’t think I’d enjoy it quite so much. That’s why I’m confused.”
“Glad it was good for you. Does that mean you will want to do that more often?” Emmett asked.
Shawn laughed. “Careful what you say now, sweetie. If he knows you like it, he’ll use it to blackmail you, regardless of how much he enjoys it himself.”
Looking at Shawn, Emmett smiled kindly. “And that, my dear, has earned you another round of punishment. I have a feeling one of us is going to start this wonderful new ménage relationship we have without another orgasm for the next week.”
Shawn’s eyes widened. “What? But, Sir—”
“Don’t argue, boy. I’m not saying you don’t get to play. You just don’t get to come, which will make playing so much more interesting for Copper and myself. Just think of all the ways I can make you spoil her—if she earns her treats, that is.” Beaming, Emmett clapped his hands. “Perfect! One sub’s punishment is the other’s reward! I must say, I’m beginning to genuinely like this arrangement. This is going to be so much fun.”
Laughing, Copper turned to Shawn. “Oh dear, poor you! Is he always that evil?”
Shawn seemed contrite. “You have no idea,” he said. His gaze flicked to Emmett briefly, connecting for a fragment of a second before he looked away again. “But I agree with him. The three of us together is going to be a whole lot of fun.”
Emmett picked up the small, paper bag from where he’d dropped it on the floor earlier. “I’m glad we all agree on that. Well, I know that we’re moving almost ridiculously fast here, but sometimes it’s best to grab one’s chances when they arise. This is a training collar.” He held up the slim ribbon. Made of fine, caramel-coloured leather, it was a perfect match for Copper’s pale skin. Picking it up at the store had been a bit of a risk, admittedly, but he’d had a feeling that the waves would have smoothed over upon his return. Shawn was a sweet boy, but he was also a bit of a hothead when his jealousy was spiked. Finding the right balance would become a walk on a fine line, but Copper had once again proved that Emmett had read her correctly. She could obviously hold her own when it came to handling Shawn, and the way she stared at the training collar now showed him that she understood.
“Thank you, Sir,” was all she said when he fastened the collar around her neck, but her eyes said more, so much more.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Shae Mathews is the alter ego of an established author. Both of them love men, music, wine, coffee, and chocolate in no particular order and neither can resist a good book—the hotter, the better. They like variety but some of their tastes vary, so one day they decided that Shae would be the one who writes erotic ménage romance.
They don't really know where the journey will lead but Shae plans to write about all kinds of pairings because love is for all and variety is what makes the world the fascinating place it is.
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