“Ready?” He held her close and easily reversed their positions. “Like this. I’m heavier than you are, and I don’t want to hurt you. Ride me, sexy lady, and make us both come.”
He helped her up and then bracketed her hips as she began to do as he demanded. With an up-and-down rhythm that was slow and deep, she rode his cock. Pleasure shivered through her from the wonderful friction, from the heat and the fullness. He helped her move so that she was able to brush her clit against the hair nesting his cock.
She splayed her hands on his chest, bent low, and brushed his lips with hers. She used her tongue to paint them, resisting the urge to grin when his slipped out from between his lips and met hers. She sampled herself on his mouth and wanted more.
Paul released her hips and reached up to cup her breasts. The heat of his hands soaked into her, exciting her in a way that felt new and electric. Then he closed his thumbs against his index fingers, both hands, capturing the nub of her nipples between them. He tugged and then increased the pressure, all the while keeping his gaze on her face.
She couldn’t deny the swift, piercing zing of pleasure that arrowed straight to her clit with that tiny pinch of pain.
“That’s promising. Your hot pussy just gushed all over my cock.”
“It feels good.” She’d never had a lover give her a side serving like this. She finally began to understand the concept of erotic pain.
“We’re going to love finding out what else feels good to you, Kitty-Kat. Ride us to the finish line now, woman. I need to come inside you.”
Despite his words, it was Paul who increased the pace, Paul who thrust up high into her body, brushing her cervix with his cock. That twinge of pain acted as a stimulus, too, rushing heightened arousal to her nipples and her clit. Then his hand fisted in her hair, and he dragged her down for his kiss. The change of angle allowed her to grind her clit against him with a greater urgency, and just that quickly, she came.
Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her and through her, pummeling her emotions as well as her hungry body. As she cried out, as she ground into him again and again, she felt his cock pulse inside her and gloried in the heat of his cum, captured in the tiny pocket of the condom as it stroked the edge of her womb.
Chapter 12
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
That had to be it because Kat had never experienced anything so totally erotic, so totally wonderful in her life to date. She hadn’t come to these men a virgin. She would have testified in a court of law that, after having had a couple of lovers, she was certain making love held no surprises for her.
Man, was I wrong about that.
The sound of heavy breathing filled every space, and the sensation of hearts racing—hers and Paul’s, pounding beneath her ear—pulsed out a heavy, sexual beat. His hands stroked her and then settled in her hair and on her ass. His arms contracted, and the hug warmed her to her very soul.
“Damn, that was hot.”
Lucas’s words made her smile. The bed dipped, and then he was there, on her left, turned toward her, his grin full of joy.
“I’ve figured it out. Birth order. That means you’re next.”
Lucas’s soft chuckle was echoed by the man whose body currently formed her cushion. Then Paul moved, laying them on their sides so that Lucas’s front brushed her back.
“That was exquisite. Thank you, Kitty-Kat.” Paul gave her a chaste kiss, eased away from her, and then got off the bed.
Lucas nuzzled her neck. “Are you too sore for more, babe?”
“Never.” She wasted no time trying to convince him with words. Instead, she moved, pushed him flat, and then grinned down at him. She let her eyes wander down his naked body, pleased beyond measure when she saw he’d not put on a condom yet. “Lucas, you are hung.” Then she chuckled and looked over her shoulder. Wesley was once more lying across the bottom of the bed, his attention seeming riveted on her. When she flicked her gaze down to his dick, she could have sworn it pulsed as if waving to her in greeting. “You all are. You must have won the cock lottery or something.”
“Lord, woman.” Lucas laughed. “You say the damndest things.”
“I can be cheeky, and I can tell you now—all of you—that as much as I accept you’re in control in the bedroom, I think I’m going to be a brat from time to time.” And she wondered if they got her reference completely, or not.
“I think we’re going to develop a fondness for having a brat in our bed.” Lucas ran his hand down and then up her arm. “And I have the perfect solution for a cheeky mouth.” His hand went from her arm to her head. He combed his fingers through her hair. “I’ll just give your mouth something else to do besides talk.”
Lucas used her hair to control her, but what he wanted her to do was what she wanted to do, too.
As he pulled her down, she fisted his shaft, gave him a firm pumping, and then sucked his cock deep into her mouth.
“Oh, yes, babe. Fuck yes. Just like that, with your tongue and your suction...” Lucas’s words sounded as if they got caught in his throat. Kat thought it only fitting that the sensation of her giving him head would render him speechless. The taste of his cock and that tiny drop of pre-cum pretty much did the same to her, wiping every thought from her mind, except one.
She wanted to drink him down, to taste the flavor of his semen, and to care for him as he’d already, in so many different ways, cared for her.
She loved the sensation of his hot, hard cock in her mouth, loved the way his scent, so earthy and musky right at the very base of his shaft, filled her so that everything right then and there was this man. Nothing else existed for her, and she focused on giving him as much pleasure as she could.
“You have a fucking fabulous mouth.” Lucas sucked in a breath and began to move his hips, using them to give tiny little thrusts. “Okay, babe, yeah, like this, now. You know what I need.”
She did. He gripped her hair with two hands, his thrusts measured, but strong, and Kat gave him what he demanded of her—complete surrender.
She formed her mouth in an “O” and worked to relax her throat muscles as Lucas’s horniness grew. The sounds he made, half-strangled, almost feral, grunts, thrilled her. There could be no doubt whatsoever that she pleased him, and right at that moment, pleasing Lucas Jessop fulfilled her.
Her nipples peaked, and her slit leaked, and she lost herself in his rhythm and his scent and his flavor.
Lucas shouted as the first hot stream hit the back of her throat. Kat swallowed, the act instinctive and convulsive. The salty, strong flavor captivated her, and as his actions slowed, as his ejaculation began to taper, she sucked the last little bit out of him, savoring the taste, the scent, the connection. Savoring him.
He stroked the side of her face, and she released him. Lifting her head, she met his gaze. He looked sleepily sated, and that pleased her enormously.
I don’t need to come to feel sexually satisfied. Kat understood, as she hadn’t before, that women were uniquely fashioned to find a special kind of completion simply by pleasuring their men.
“Damn, woman, you have one very talented mouth.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” She moved her head to the side and placed a kiss on his thigh. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the exquisite perfume of his masculinity.
“Babe, ‘like’ is such a paltry word.”
Kat smiled. Then the grip of two hands on her hips caused her to look over her shoulder. Wesley’s gaze met hers, and in his eyes, she read passion and determination.
“Did sucking off my brother make you wet, angel?”
“Why don’t you take a look and find out, handsome?”
“She’s right,” Paul said. He must have come back into the room while she was busy giving Lucas a blowjob. He was leaning against the wall, arms folded in front of his chest, looking exactly like what he was—a very dominant man. “She is a brat.”
Wesley flashed a wickedly cute grin. In the next instant she jerked as he laid the f
lat of his hand on her ass in a stinging slap.
Outrage at being spanked never had a chance to manifest. Kat closed her eyes on a moan and then pushed her ass toward him. Before her mind could process that she liked the sensation, her body had asked for more.
Her reaction and its meaning didn’t go unnoticed. “Yeah, we’re going to do a lot of exploration of what makes you hot, aren’t we, Kat?”
“Yes, please, Wesley.” His grip was firm but not brutal, and everything feminine inside Kat celebrated the fact that he’d taken control of her.
“I need you this way, just a bit.”
Wesley moved her toward him simply by gripping her hips and pulling. She’d lain crosswise on the bed as she’d sucked Lucas’s cock. By pulling her toward him, he moved her so that her hips were on the very edge of the bed, her legs hanging down.
He was already sheathed, already between her legs. Kat felt Wesley maneuver his cock until his tip rested between her pussy lips. She felt her own juices coat him. He felt that, too.
“You’re sopping wet for me, angel. Do you want me?”
She thought she’d simply push back and take him, but he was able to hold her in place. The harder she tried to seize control, the harder he held her.
“I asked you a question, Kat.”
“Yes. Damn it, yes, fuck me!”
First, he laid the flat of his hand on her ass again, and then he plunged into her with one deep stroke.
Wesley didn’t give her a moment to think, a moment to breathe. He took her, hard and fast and deep, and Kat’s arousal soared to the stratosphere. The rough, hard fucking was exactly what she needed, and she moaned and groaned and talked dirty to him, hoping to spur him on and, yes, hoping for another couple of spanks.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it, fuck me. Your cock inside me feels so good. Fuck me harder.”
“You want more?” A stinging slap landed on her other ass cheek. The sound that emerged from her throat was feral, and not hard for anyone in that room to understand.
“Damn, you’re gushing, aren’t you? Come on my cock, Kat. Come hard for me, baby.”
Wesley landed another smack on her ass, and Kat didn’t care if she wore a mark there or not. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. From the depth of her feminine soul, as if breaking free from a concrete prison with the force of an earthquake, her orgasm raced up and up and then out, drawing a scream from her as her entire body convulsed. Every nerve and every inch of her became awash in pleasure so sharp, so enormous, she imagined that time itself stopped from the force of the bliss her lovers had awakened in her.
* * * *
Now I understand what the dads and the uncles have been talking about.
Paul took in the scene—Lucas, sated, his expression filled with love as he cradled Kat’s head on his abdomen. Wesley, heaving for breath, his body shaking from what Paul knew was the likely unparalleled experience of having made love to his future wife, as he tented her, placing gentle kisses on her shoulder.
He looked at Kat as she lay sprawled, her face infused with a radiance he’d never seen on her until just now. As if she’d heard his thoughts, she opened her eyes and met his gaze.
He couldn’t in that moment hide the love he felt for her. Did she have any idea how perfectly she suited them, and they her? How special, how incredibly special this was?
I think maybe her soul does, and her heart’s won, but her mind—that wonderful, dynamic mind of hers is going to take a little more convincing.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so happy,” Kat said. “You really don’t feel jealous of each other, any of you, do you?”
“No,” Paul said. “We really don’t.”
“It can be a difficult concept for anyone not raised here in Lusty,” Lucas said. He stroked her hair, even now looking to soothe her, care for her.
Of the three of them, Lucas was most tuned in to her emotions. If he was trying to soothe, that told Paul his brother sensed a bit of turmoil within her.
He’d had a clue it was there, earlier. He didn’t think that turmoil had anything to do with the three of them.
“You know, I could almost accept that two bi-sexual men could share a woman easier than I can grasp that two—or in this case three—hetero, very alpha men can. Especially men who are dominant in nature, if not actual Doms.”
“Come and soak, love, and we’ll talk.” Paul said.
Wesley levered himself up and stepped back from the bed. They both took a good look at Kat’s ass, which was sporting a very nice shade of pink, and they both smiled in response.
When Wesley headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, Paul stepped forward and reached for Kat, lifting her into his arms.
She’d seen their reactions to her ass, of course. As a result, her facial cheeks looked nearly as pink as her bottom ones.
“The hot water will soothe your muscles, Kitty-Kat, though it might sting your bottom a little.”
“I won’t mind,” she said. “It was worth it.”
It didn’t take them long to get into the hot tub. Lucas checked the temperature and turned on the jets.
Paul sat back, content for Kat to sit between his brothers. She closed her eyes and sighed, which made all three of them smile.
“I didn’t hurt you?” Wesley picked up her hand, splayed it over his own, and used the fingers of his other hand to trace a pattern on her skin.
“No, of course not. I mean, yes, those spanks hurt. But...well, I guess you could say they hurt good.”
“It’s the difference between pain and erotic pain,” Paul said. And then he asked the question he knew his brothers had been wondering about, too. “What do you know about dominance and submission?”
“Quite a bit, actually.” Kat shrugged. “I was curious, so I asked around. Got invited to a couple of Munches and got to know a few people in the lifestyle.” She exhaled. “Then I was invited to a dungeon. The more I learned, the more questions I had.”
“You’re too intelligent not to have drawn a few conclusions, despite having more questions,” Lucas said.
“I decided that I wanted to know more and experience some—but not all—of the things I’d seen. Despite that, there was something about myself I suspected but didn’t believe. Not until I met the three of you.”
“Everything you learned pointed toward you identifying yourself as a submissive,” Paul said. “And that confused and worried you.”
“Yes.” Kat exhaled, opened her eyes, sat up—wincing—and looked at him and his brothers in turn. But it was him she addressed her words to. “That visit to the dungeon? I didn’t understand just what it was I was looking at. Like a lot of people who make snap judgments, and I don’t usually, I thought at first there must be something wrong with anyone who would let someone do those things to them.”
“You didn’t understand about the existence of erotic pain or the need that some subs have for sub space.”
“No, I didn’t. The owner of the club arranged for me to talk to some of the subs, with no restrictions whatsoever. These people—women and men—certainly weren’t victims or doormats. It confused me.”
Wesley rubbed his mouth, a sure sign he was trying not to laugh. They’d all seen her reaction to those few light pops he’d given her.
“Go ahead and chuckle,” Kat said, giving Wesley a light poke. “Needless to say, but I will, I certainly get that concept of erotic pain now. I also acknowledge the appeal of submitting.”
“But there was something else, wasn’t there?” Paul tilted his head to the side. “Something else you discovered that you’ve been thinking about?”
“I thought submission equaled powerlessness, but it doesn’t. You said I was a woman of strength, and I am. I’ve been on my own for a long time, which means I’ve had to be in charge of me—my life, my world—for a long time. In my work, that’s crucial, and I make no bones about it. I wouldn’t get very far in my confrontations with the fugitives I pursue if I didn
’t seize control of situations.”
“No, I don’t imagine you could do what you do without being in control. You need to take responsibility, make split-second decisions, and then back up those decisions with swift action.”
“Exactly! And then I spent a couple of hours with those subs. One worked for a brokerage firm, was a vice president, in fact. One, a man, owned a chain of stores. One was a surgical nurse, one a teacher, and one was a cop. All positions of authority, all very stressful jobs, in their way. These, too, were people of strength.”
“There can be tremendous appeal in having one area of your life where you’re not in control.” Lucas put into words what they’d all figured out about Kat.
“Yes. I’d been confusing power and control, strength and control.”
“And now?”
“Now I feel a lot more comfortable in my skin.” Kat looked down and then up again, and he grinned in response to the devilry he read in her eyes. “But I am still going to be a brat from time to time.”
Wesley scoffed. “Who didn’t know that?”
“You are who you are,” Lucas said.
Paul nodded. “And we wouldn’t have you be any other way.”
Chapter 13
Kat felt loose, limber, and more at peace than she’d felt in a long, long while. There were still spots on her that ached, and she was sporting a few really ugly bruises, courtesy of the attack, but all in all, life was damn good.
After arriving at this very big and very beautiful house in the early hours, they’d slept until past one, and then...she sighed. And then they’d made love. The half-hour spent in the hot tub after had finished the job of relaxing her.
She sat back in one of the chairs in the kitchen, the aroma of coffee, bacon, and sausage reminding her it had been hours since she’d eaten. And she let herself enjoy the sight of the men busying themselves making a meal. Lucas had put on the coffee and set the table while his brothers had gotten to work on what they called brunch.
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