by Ronna Gage
Jaxon leaned forward and kissed her lips softly. “The love I have for you is great.”
“Guys, what if I fall in love with one of you and want to make it a life-long thing? What if I become pregnant in all this playtime?”
Dylan sighed. “We thought of that, too. If you choose to be with one of us only, we can accept that. If you conceive, you and I will marry.”
“What if it’s Jaxon’s child?”
Jaxon’s eyes showed mischief. “Can’t be mine. I’m sterile.”
Karma stared in disbelief of what her ears heard and her mind only vaguely comprehended. Her eyes dried from lack of blinking. She looked at him. “I didn’t know that.”
“Not something you readily tell a girlfriend unless you are planning to become serious.”
Karma shook her head. “I must be dreaming.”
Jaxon set his arm over her shoulder. “Nope! You’re very much awake,” he assured her.
“I have another question.” The two men groaned. “How do I get two cocks into one hen house?”
“I have a few ideas,” Jaxon stated with more exuberance than she remembered seeing ever.
“I’ll bet!” she quipped.
He reached inside a drawer under the bar and pulled out a box. “We got this for our special nights together. Just in case you said yes,” he stated, handing her the box.
Karma opened it. Inside, on a velvet lining she found a tube of lubricant and condoms, along with other things she couldn’t identify. She lifted a small purple cylinder-shaped object. “What’s this?”
“That’s a mini vibrator. They call it the lil’ bullet.” Jaxon’s enthusiasm bubbled out with his answer.
She looked at him. “How do you know this stuff?” Karma asked.
“I used to date a woman who was all into sex game and toys.”
Karma dropped the item into the box and rubbed her hands on the leg of her scrubs. “Is it hers?”
Jaxon laughed out loud. “No, you have your own toys.”
“Gee, thanks.” She leaned forward to Dylan. “Thank you.” She brushed a soft kiss to his lips. He let it linger a little longer than she intended. She felt Jaxon’s hand on her shoulder giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze. The kiss ended, and she leaned toward Jaxon. “And thank you.” She placed another kiss on his lips. Refocused, she held up another item. “This is…?”
“A cock ring,” Dylan answered. Her eyebrows lifted in silent question. “It looked interesting.”
“Oh!” She lifted up a knobbed cone-shaped, top-looking thing. She held it up, inspecting it on all sides. She looked at her two lovers. “I give up.”
Jaxon laughed. Dylan shrugged his shoulders.
“That is the answer to the earlier question about two cocks and one hen house,” Jaxon stated. “It’s a butt plug.”
“A what?” She looked at the new device with skepticism. “What does it do, besides the obvious?”
Jaxon took it from her. He swallowed. “This will help you take the two of us at one time.” He squeezed her hand. “When the time is right.”
“When will that be?” she asked, curious about the effects of the thing.
“When you say you’re ready to try,” Dylan stated firmly, glaring at Jaxon.
“Of course. No need to rush anything,” Jaxon agreed.
“How does it work?”
“Well.” Jaxon looked at Dylan. “First off, we have to get you aroused.”
“I like it so far.” Karma giggled. The idea of her men loving her in an open and giving atmosphere sent shockwaves of tingles all through her. “Then what?”
Dylan laid his hand on Jaxon’s shoulder. “Let’s take it one step at a time. This is where the next level of trust comes into play. In order for this to be a success, you have to give yourself over to us on these nights.” Dylan came around the bar and stood in front of her. He helped her off her seat and then laid a soft kiss on the side of her neck. “Give total trust…” Another kiss on a little farther down. Jaxon eased the tension with soft massaging strokes along her shoulders. Her pussy contracted with every tingling touch of each man. “That we do love you…” Another kiss on the base of her throat. Jaxon reached under her blouse. The contact of his hot hand on her back melted away the first inhibitions of this new arrangement. “And would never in our hearts hurt you.” His last kiss grazed the cleft of her bosom. His tongue stroked the top of each breast. Jaxon’s finger traced the alignment of her spine. Karma groaned. “Do you agree?”
“Yes” was her breathless answer.
Jaxon’s hands massaged her hips. “Do you trust us not to hurt you?”
“Yes.”
Jaxon blocked the placement of Dylan’s next kiss. “First of all”—he gave Dylan a sharp look—“we take a shower.”
Dylan’s grin triggered her need, and then it pooled in her panties. “If you insist, I guess we can get acquainted in there before we go to bed.” He and Jaxon walked her toward the master suite.
“Why? I know you just fine,” Jaxon joked.
Karma snickered on a stifled laugh. This night maybe unnatural, but it would be incredibly fun with her two men…and a little bad. In the master bath, she looked at the large shower with interest. “I just realized I’ve never used that shower before tonight,” she said.
Jaxon looked down at her. “Dylan says it has a special feature we think you’ll like very much.” He lifted her hands above her head. His long fingers gathered the hem of her top and eased it up, grazing her ribs with his knuckles. She shivered in response. He pulled it over her head and off.
Dylan stood behind her and unfastened the hooks of her bra. His hands scuffed the globes of her breasts. A moan escaped her. “Your nipples are hard and ready,” he whispered in her ear. She leaned into his touch, reeling with the sensations of his hands on her breasts. He took the tender lobe of her ear in between his teeth and nipped. The sharp sensation zipped a wave of chills through her. He nipped her neck, and another moan escaped her throat. She laid her head against Dylan’s shoulder.
Jaxon pulled her bra down her arms. “I’m getting hard watching you two,” he stated. He untied the drawstrings of her scrub bottoms, bent on his knees, and rolled the material down her legs and let it gather at her feet. His hands traced the inside of her legs as he worked his way back to her panties. He pulled them down to her mid thigh, moved in closer, and sniffed. “The scent of a woman in heat turns me to mush.” Karma bit on her bottom lip to smother another moan. He rolled her panties down to meet the bottoms. His fingers opened her slit. She gasped as his cool breath blew on the exposed folds. His tongue delved between the lips of her pussy, and she sobbed on a small tremor of heat.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Dylan soothed in her ear. “We’ve just started.” He pushed her hair to one side and sucked and nibbled her neck. Karma’s breath caught, her body quaked with the impending eruption waiting inside, and she gasped short pants of air. “That’s right, breathe through it. Don’t come yet. We have a wonderful night planned,” Dylan instructed, his voice laced thick with his arousal.
Jaxon rose onto his feet. “Dylan, get the shower ready.” He pulled Karma into his embrace. He brushed her lips with his. She opened for him. His tongue slipped inside, and she tasted the dew of her pussy which coated his tongue. The water from the shower misted the room. Jaxon’s hands smoothed over her waist down to her rounded buttocks. His hands squeezed the naked mounds of flesh and separated them. She felt pressure at her anus and then a burning sensation.
She pulled back, but Dylan’s body stopped her, his hand teased the sensitive bud of her clit. “That is the butt plug,” he told her. “It will open you up for us to enjoy you more.” Karma knew anal intercourse would be involved, and she didn’t mind. The burning sensation of the device settling into place didn’t hurt for too long. In fact, she adjusted to it almost immediately. She relaxed in Jaxon’s arms.
“That’s it, relax,” he encouraged.
Dylan’s hands touched her should
ers. “Come here, babe.” He eased her back into the walk-in shower and then assisted her into the shower’s hot spray. “Let the water work on your muscles.” She watched him watch her. Grasping the soap, he lathered up his hands. A sound came from outside of the shower, and Dylan looked over his shoulder. Karma’s eyes followed his gaze. She found Jaxon removing his borrowed shirt but still dressed in his jeans. He took his time undressing as he watched her and Dylan. His eyes apparently enjoyed the view intensely. She gauged the bulge at his opened fly. His arousal gladdened her. This is a dream. How can this possibly work out? Will I wake and lose both of them tomorrow? Soapy hands touched her breasts. Her awareness riveted back to Dylan. Work-roughened fingertips sparked another slight tremor inside her core. His eyes conveyed his hunger. His hands moved with an urgency she felt pent up inside while they lathered every part of her upper body and then down her back to her butt. His finger traced the crack. He pulled her close to him. “Hang on to me.” Unaware of his intentions and showing a valid trust, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He added more pressure to the plug. She fidgeted in discomfort as his finger inserted the object more firmly inside her. “I’m done,” he announced a few seconds later. When she relaxed, he moved his body in sweet gliding measures along hers, lathering himself with the soap on her flesh. He stepped under the faucet spray and rinsed. “Let’s rinse you off.” He placed her under the showerhead. The water and soap rolled off her body. From her head to her toes and everywhere in between, the bubbles tingled under his scrutiny. He maintained his gaze on her. “Shower’s ready for you,” he called out to Jaxon.
“About time! I almost came watching you guys.” Jaxon entered the shower and then stood under the water, wetting his body. He put his hands on Karma’s hips and nudged her forward. “Step up a minute, honey.” She heard him take the shower head off the mounting hook. “Open her up, Dylan.” He spread the cheeks of her ass wide. She bucked from him. “Easy. This will make the discomfort better.” Jaxon told her. He aimed the spray of heated water onto the plug. To Karma’s amazement, it did. She let the soothing water comfort the burning to a dull sting. “Okay, now I have to soap up.”
Dylan guided her hands toward the wall. His fingers roamed a soft path from her wrists down her body, to her thighs. He settled down on his knees, and Karma watched as he used his fingers to open her pussy. “I gotta have a taste.”
He leaned into her. His tongue, fat and hard, stimulated the nubbin with one swipe. Karma’s knees buckled. She leaned back into Jaxon’s strong and capable arms. Dylan moaned, lifted her left leg, and opened her further. His tongue licked. His lips nibbled, and his finger teased the hole to her core. Karma’s hands reached for his hair and grabbed handfuls. Jaxon eased her arms away from Dylan’s head. He lengthened them above her head to wrap around his neck. His hands kneaded her breasts. His hot breath lingered on her wet flesh, on her shoulder, her neck, and then in her ear. Dizzy with the need to come, she panted and gripped Jaxon’s neck with a firmer hold. Undaunted from his exploration, Jaxon flamed the embers of her desire further when his fingers and thumbs pinched and rolled her nipples. Trembling, Karma burst in an orgasm that spewed hot and heavy, creaming Dylan’s mouth and chin in its wake.
“Damn, babe, I want some of that, too!” Jaxon stated.
Dylan grinned and looked at his friend. “It’s great!” He gazed into her eyes. “Shall the three of us go on?”
Shaking with aftershocks, Karma’s one coherent thought didn’t involve backing out. “How can I keep this up with both of you on me?”
The two men looked at each other.
“We’ll show you,” Jaxon promised. He lifted her from the shower and walked toward the master bed. She heard Dylan turn off the water.
“Shouldn’t we dry off?”
Dylan shook his head.
“The best way to keep up with two lovers is to stay in an aroused state,” Jaxon told her his line of thinking. He propped her hips up onto a pillow, bent her knees, and sat back. “This opens you for easier access.” Jaxon’s hungry eyes feasted on the sight of her. He licked his lips. “My turn.” He knelt down and took his taste.
Karma’s hands gripped the sheet. She moaned and fell back into Dylan’s body. From out of nowhere, he sat behind her, making her more comfortable in her inclined position. His hands guided hers to the outer slit of her pussy. “Open it for him,” he suggested. Basking in the excitement of new ideas, she did as he instructed. Her fingers drew back the thick lips of her pussy, further exposing the swollen nub. Jaxon’s suckling grew intense. She bucked her hips against his face. “Easy, hold it back.” Dylan’s gentle coaching sank into her mind. With small pants, she gained control of the quivering state of her body. His hands lifted and massaged her rosy breasts. The quaking vibrated anew. She pulled back her hands to grip the mattress. Dylan took them, licked off the creamy wetness, and repositioned them back into place. “No, sweetheart, keep it open.”
“I’m coming!” she yelled between shivers. Jaxon’s fingers held open the lips of her pussy, and his other finger toyed with the plug in her anus. Dylan pinched her nipples, and at the same moment, she grasped a firm hold on the mattress and rode out the release, this one more powerful than the last. Breathless, she lay back onto the mattress. She opened her eyes to find Dylan no longer behind her, but sitting at her bent knees, stroking her pussy with his callused finger. “What are you doing?” she asked, excited by the stimulus in his touch.
“I’m following Jaxon’s advice. Keeping you aroused.”
Karma propped herself on her elbows. The lodged plug crept deeper into her canal. She focused her attention on Dylan’s technique, forgetting the discomfort of the gadget. “Where’s...?” She paused. How far could she involve one man while with the other?
“Jaxon?” he filled in. “It’s okay to say his name. I’m not jealous of him. But I think he’s getting snacks and drink, and—”
“Our little box of toys,” Jaxon finished when he reentered the room with a tray bearing three glasses of tea and the wood box of toys. He set the tray on the dresser, opened the box, and pulled out the cylinder-shaped object. He pushed a button, and the little thing vibrated. He handed it to Dylan. “Here, try this.”
Dylan smiled. He looked at her and set the vibrator on her sensitive clit. She growled. Dylan stoked her pussy, up and down, from the hole to the clit and back, teasing the areas that shivered and shook with the vibrating toy. Karma shifted positions to find the right spot for her release. The more she moved, the deeper the plug embedded itself into her rectum.
Jaxon lay beside her, massaging her breasts with scented oil. He coated her nipples, bent down, and tasted. “Mmm, chocolate.” He suckled her right breast. She pushed her chest farther into his mouth. A quick nip on her nipple with his teeth. She grunted softly. “No, don’t come yet, baby,” he whispered in her ear. He switched sides and gave the other breast the same treatment. Soft, strong, lean fingers caressed and bathed her breasts in oil. When his teeth clutched her nipple, Dylan’s long finger entered her anus. She stiffened.
“Okay, I think it’s ready,” he said.
He sat up. She felt them lift her and lay her stomach-down on three pillows, her ass in the air. “What are you doing now?”
“We are testing the plug,” Jaxon stated. She tensed. “No, relax. I promise it won’t hurt.” She felt long fingers glide inside her anus and bump the cork and then retreat over and over again for a minute or more, the sensation almost exquisite. She relaxed, and the small vibrator settled in the perfect spot. She moaned, panted, and thrashed at the two forces working on her. She wanted to come. Another long finger entered her. She rose up on her knees and spread them apart to accommodate the long finger.
Dylan came to her side. He cupped her cunt. His finger went inside her, adding an intimate pulsation from the toy, working on opposite levels with Jaxon’s fingers. The finger in her pussy went in when the one at her anus pulled out. She inhaled and held the breath to control the orgasm.
“Do you like this?” Dylan asked. She didn’t reply, but nodded. “It’s the way we will both make love to you. One behind and the other in front.”
“Okay, baby, come for us now,” Jaxon hummed in her ear beside her. Dylan took one nipple into his mouth, suckling with intense pleasure that rocked her body with almost violent tremors. Jaxon pinched and rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. At the last second, Karma gripped each one around the neck and squealed in low guttural cries while the orgasm ran the short course to spill out of her pussy. She heaved forward and panted for breath against Dylan’s neck. She opened her eyes to find the plug lying beside the wooden box. She turned her head to avoid looking at it, forgetting its existence for now.
“You did great, sweetheart,” Jaxon murmured in her ear.
She rose up from Dylan’s shoulder, looked at both of them, and smiled at the pride in their eyes. “This relationship may have some advantages after all.”
Jaxon caressed her forearms with tender care, almost tickling her skin. His hands snaked down to her wrists, and then he entwined his fingers with hers, bringing her hands to his lips to kiss her knuckles. The shower of kisses on her arm shook her deep and hard in her cunt.
Dylan’s hot breath hovered over her neck. Warm, moist lips skimmed the sensitive area under her earlobe. “Do you want to try with the both of us now?” Dylan whispered.
The husky vibrations of his words reignited the fire in her core. Goose bumps broke out over her body. The two of them together in her excited her immensely, but the possible pain involved worried her. She turned her head, glimpsing Jaxon’s profile. “Will it hurt?” she asked, almost shaking with the fast mounting fear, which overcame the free-spirit excitement she’d harbored seconds before.
Jaxon’s eyes reflected concern. He laid soft and gentle hands on her shoulders, gave an affectionate squeeze, and then shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, honey, but I can tell you that eventually— like losing your virginity—it will not hurt with practice.”