by Opal Carew
“May I come in?” he asked.
She nodded as she stepped back to let him enter, then turned to walk back to the living room.
“I’m sorry I look such a mess. I wasn’t expecting company.”
He sat down beside her on the couch.
“Elle, you’re absolutely beautiful.”
His solemn words quivered through her. And she knew he meant it.
Whatever he saw when he looked at her had little to do with her actual physical appearance. He was seeing deep into her soul.
Her breath caught at the intensity of emotion in the brown depths of his eyes.
“Would you like some coffee?” she asked.
He took her hand. The warmth of his fingers around hers as he held them tenderly made her want to surge into his arms. To feel the sweet comfort off his embrace.
“Elle, I tried to stay away. To give you time. But being away from you is torture. Especially knowing what you’re going through.” His fingers tightened gently. “I want to help you. I want to be there for you when you need someone to talk to. Or to just hold you.”
My, God, he really does know what I need better than I do.
“I know I agreed that you’re in control of how our relationship unfolds and that you can end it anytime you want. I promised I wouldn’t push you for more than you want to give. But that was before I knew I was in love with you.”
Her eyes widened as she stared up at him.
“I still intend to honor that promise,” he said, “but I had to see you one more time first. To let you know how I feel and to try and convince you we can make this work.”
She started to tremble. Oh, God… he loved her?
“If you want me to leave, I’ll respect that. But, baby…” He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I hope you don’t ask that.”
“Avi, I… don’t know what to say. I’m an emotional mess.”
“Sweetheart, I want to be there for you. Whatever you need, I’ll do it. I think it would be good for you to see a professional who can help you work through it all. And if you do that, I’ll be with you every step of the way. As much or as little as you need me.”
“And if I don’t want to do that?”
“That’s okay. I just want what’s best for you.”
She drew in a deep breath, her emotions churning. She was afraid of trusting a man again. What had happened with Giorgio had made her doubt her instincts.
But Avi had earned her trust in so many ways.
“Please say something, baby,” he said.
She stared into Avi’s solemn brown eyes.
Oh, God, the bottom line was she loved him. And he loved her.
She drew in a deep breath and nodded.
“Okay.”
The intensity of his expression eased a little, but some uncertainty remained.
“Okay?” His eyebrow lifted.
The huge weight that had firmly settled on her shoulders lifted and she could barely stop from giggling.
She leaned in closer and rested her hands on his broad shoulders.
“I mean, I love you, too,” she said.
His lips turned up in a smile and his face beamed with happiness. His arms came around her and his lips found hers in a passionate kiss. She melted into it, giving herself to him completely.
Her heart soared at the pleasure of being here in his arms again. Of knowing he would be there when she needed him. That she could depend on him.
He released her lips. “Baby, I love you so much.”
She rested her hand on his cheek, her heart pounding.
“Show me how much.”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling, and he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Epilogue
Elle watched from the couch as Avi paced the room. Although she was the one who should be anxious, it was Avi who was a nervous wreck.
She smiled warmly. She knew he was acting this way because he cared for her so deeply. It was a little funny because he was both worried about her and intensely excited about this evening.
He paused to stare out the window then turned back to face her.
“You’re sure you’re comfortable about tonight?” Avi asked for the fourth time. “Because if not, we can cancel.”
She stood up and walked toward him, then stroked his cheek.
“No, I don’t want to cancel. And you’re very sweet to worry about me, but you know that I’ve been progressing well with Doctor Jenkins, and that she thinks I’m ready for this.”
“Yes, but this is a big step.”
“And one we’re both excited to take.” She pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. “So relax.” She stroked over his shoulder and down his arm, enjoying the feel of his solid muscles. “You don’t really want to cancel. Do you?”
He smiled. “Not really.”
He pulled her tight to him and kissed her soundly, sending her whole body into a state of quivering desire. Once he released her lips, she eased back, taking his hands in hers as they continued to face each other. She was relieved to see that he looked much more relaxed now.
He chuckled, his eyes glittering
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“I can’t help thinking there aren’t many therapists who would encourage you to have a threesome.”
Elle grinned. “Actually a foursome. You’ll be there, too, right?”
He laughed. “Damn right I will.”
Her smile broadened. “Good. I’m glad this is all settled. Now I’m going out to buy myself a sexy dress. I’ll be back at seven p.m. sharp. She raised an eyebrow. “You’ll be all ready for me?”
“Absolutely.” His grin and the sexy glint in his eye stole her breath.
Unable to resist, she leaned in and stole another kiss. When she tried to draw away, he tightened his arms around her waist.
“Seriously, baby. If you get nervous at all, we can stop immediately. Don’t worry about anyone else. This is all for you.” He squeezed her hand. “Promise me that.”
She knew facing this particular situation—so similar to what happened with Giorgio—would go a long way to helping her get past her trauma. Having Avi as part of it helped her feel more at ease.
She smiled. “I promise.”
Elle stood outside the penthouse at exactly seven o’clock, keycard in her hand. She trembled a little, partly from nervousness but even more from anticipation at what was about to happen.
She tapped on the door in four short knocks, then three longer ones, to let Avi know it was her, then unlocked the door. She pushed it open and stepped into the familiar penthouse, excitement quivering through her.
As she glanced around, her heart stammered at the sight of three plain chairs set in a circle in the living room. Avi was in one of them, naked, blindfolded, and bound exactly as he had been the first time she’d seen him. In the other two chairs were Henri and Cairn, also both naked, blindfolded, and tied to their chairs.
She felt faint at the sight of the three devastatingly handsome men sitting there fully exposed to her. Totally at her mercy. Ready to make her fantasy come true.
“We’ve been waiting for you, baby,” Avi said. “Henri and Cairn are excited about being here for you.”
“That’s right,” Henri said. “I can hardly wait to get started.”
“Me, too,” Cairn said.
Butterflies fluttered through her stomach at the thought of what she was about to do. She was lightheaded imagining her hands running over the bodies of these two new men that she’d yearned to be with for so long.
And ever since Avi had told her that Cairn and Henri were in a committed relationship, but liked to share women, she was besieged by erotic images of being with them. The idea of these two very sexy men that she’d been mooning over being together made her pulse race. And knowing they wanted to be with her… wanted to share her…
She imagined her naked body pressed between theirs, their hands explor
ing her body, their lips brushing her skin… Their cocks pushing into her…
Being in a threesome had always been one of her most arousing fantasies and it was heightened by the fact that it could happen with these two men.
But this wasn’t her imagination. They were here for real. Waiting for her. Wanting her to touch them.
She drew in a deep breath and let it out.
Avi chuckled. “She’s being shy. Maybe some encouragement.”
“Come closer and touch me, sweetheart,” Cairn said, his voice rough with desire.
She stepped closer, magnetically drawn to him. Her palms tingled in anticipation of running over his body. From the entrance, although she could see their naked bodies, their intimate parts were blocked from view. As she got closer, she could see Avi’s cock, then Henri’s. Cairn’s back was to her so his was still hidden. Her gaze locked on Henri’s as she got closer. It was draped on the chair between his legs, just starting to swell. Even fairly flaccid, it was impressively large.
She reached Cairn and stroked her hand along his shoulder, then walked around the chair to face him. Her gaze dropped to his lap and she saw that his penis was already rising. She bit her lower lip at the sight of his muscular legs open in a V with the burgeoning cock resting between them.
Oh, God. Sometime this evening that cock would push inside her. She glanced around at Henri’s, which was a little thicker now. His, too.
She hardly knew these men, but she was going to let them do intimate, sexy things to her. She was going to let them fuck her. Both at the same time at some point.
She felt faint and grabbed Cairn’s shoulder for support.
“Hey, you okay, sweetheart?” Cairn asked as her fingers dug in a little more than she’d intended.
“Elle?” Avi’s voice was filled with concern.
She sucked in a breath. “Yes, I’m fine.” She glanced around at the three magnificent naked men in the circle around her. “I’m just… a little overwhelmed and… excited.” She giggled nervously. “I’m not sure… what to do.”
“Just relax, baby,” Avi said. “Take your time.”
“Why don’t you start by exploring my body?” Cairn smiled. “You can touch me however and wherever you like.”
It was as if the explicit invitation washed away her uncertainly. They were all here because they wanted to participate in this exciting fantasy. They were all adults and had chosen this. And every one of them knew that they could stop what was happening if it made them uncomfortable.
Facing Cairn’s chair, she rested her hands on his shoulders and drew in a deep breath.
“Okay. I’m standing in front of Cairn now and my hands are on his shoulders. Henri, are you sure you don’t mind me touching your man?”
“Fuck, no, sweetheart.” Henri’s cock had grown more rigid.
“Good. I’m going to start by running my hands down his chest.” She slid her fingers downward, over the hard muscle until she felt the ridges of his hard abs. “Then lightly back up again.”
The feel of his solid muscles under her fingertips set her heart beating faster.
“I’m gliding my fingers over his nipple.” She felt the small bud harden under her fingertips. “Now I’m pinching it.”
“Oh, yeah. He likes that,” Henri said.
She glanced at Henri and noticed his cock swelling even more.
She pinched again and Cairn murmured in appreciation. She noticed his cock growing, too.
“You’re right, he does like it,” she said in a low, seductive tone.
She ran her fingernail over his nipple, then pinched a little harder. He sucked in a breath. As she continued to tease his nub, she crouched and walked her other fingers down his stomach.
“His cock is rock-solid. Just like yours, Henri.”
Both men twitched.
She wrapped her hand around Cairn’s thick member and squeezed. He pulsed in her grip. She stared at her hand wrapped tight around him, the purple head sprouting from her grip. He was long and slender. She wrapped her other hand around him, too.
“Oh, yeah,” Cairn moaned.
“What’s she doing, Cairn?” Henri asked.
“She’s got both hands wrapped around my cock and... Ohhh,” he groaned as she started to stroke him.
“I’m stroking his big cock now,” Elle said. “It’s so long and hard.”
“What are you wearing, baby?” Avi asked. “We can’t see you, but we want to picture you.”
“I’m wearing a slinky black dress with a zipper all the way down the front.”
She could unzip it from the top or the bottom. She grabbed the top tab and pulled it down a few inches, continuing to stroke Cairn’s cock with her other hand. The raspy sound filled the room.
“I’ve pulled the zipper down a few inches. If you weren’t blindfolded, you’d see a lot of my breasts.”
Cairn pulsed in her hand.
She laughed and stood up, releasing the rigid shaft. She cupped Cairn’s face and kissed him. His tongue surged between her lips and swirled inside. Her tongue stroked his, then she suckled it deeper into her mouth. She drew back, then pulled his face tight to her breasts, burying it in her cleavage. He moaned softly as he nuzzled in her softness.
She pulled the zipper to her waist, then drew back the fabric, exposing her breasts. His mouth played along the swell of her left breast and she tugged down the lace cup of the bra. She brushed the nipple against his cheek and he turned his head toward it and lapped his tongue over her nub. It swelled, thrusting forward.
Her fingers glided through his sandy hair and she pulled him tighter to her. His mouth covered her and suckled.
“Oh, yes.” Intense need spiked from her breast to her pussy and she could feel the melting heat between her legs.
“Angel, your tits are so sweet. I would love to see them,” Cairn said.
She pulled his face to hers and ground her mouth against his. Her fingers glided behind his head and she untied the blindfold, then dragged it from his face. His eyes, blazing with heat, locked on hers as they continued to kiss. When she drew back, he stared down at her breasts.
“Fuck, they’re sensational.”
Her body tingled with delight at his masculine appraisal.
“Tell me,” Henri said, need quivering in his voice.
“Man, they’re round and creamy, with perfect rosebud nipples. More than a handful and they taste as sweet as strawberries.”
“Fuck, I love strawberries,” Henri said. “I want a taste.”
She glanced at Cairn and he nodded with a smile. She leaned down and captured his lips for another kiss. As she stood up again, he caught her nipple between his lips one more time and suckled. Sparks sizzled through her.
Once he drew his mouth away, she moved to Henri, her breast aching for more. She stroked his naked shoulders, then pressed her breast to his mouth. He opened and covered her with his hot mouth. His tongue swirled over her nub. Round and round. Driving her wild.
Then he sucked deep and hard. Her fingers coiled in his dark, wavy hair as she moaned.
“Damn, strawberry, you do taste sweet.” He suckled again.
She arched against him, quivering in pleasure.
“I want the other one now,” Henri murmured, so she pulled down the bra cup and pressed her nipple to his lips. Then he was suckling and she moaned again.
“Avi,” Cairn said as he watched avidly, “Henri is sucking your woman’s breasts. And she’s fucking loving it.”
“Baby, do you like what Henri is doing?” Avi asked.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, her insides blazing.
“How is he sucking your breasts with your clothes still on?”
As Henri teased her nipple with his tongue, goose bumps danced across her skin.
“The zipper is down to my waist and I pulled the bra cups down,” she answered.
“Isn’t that uncomfortable? Maybe you should take the dress off,” Avi suggested.
She pressed her b
reast more firmly against Henri and he sucked hard.
Her head spinning, she drew back.
“No, I think I should keep it on.” Her words were breathless. “But I will take off the bra.”
She stepped away from Henri and faced Cairn, the only man who could see her, and she pulled the dress from her arms. She reached behind and unhooked the bra, then pulled it off and tossed it aside. She slid her arms back into the dress and pulled the zipper up to a modest neckline. But her hard nipples could easily be seen peaking against the slinky, black fabric.
Then she slid the bottom zipper tag up to within an inch of her crotch. Cairn’s gaze followed it, heat sweltering from his eyes.
She knelt in front of him and stroked her fingertips lightly up his muscular thighs, then trailed them over his towering erection. She grinned at him, then swooped down and pressed her lips to his purple cockhead. He groaned as she wrapped around him and swallowed the corona.
“Goddamn, she’s got my cock in her mouth.”
She glided down, taking him as deep as she could, then squeezed.
“Angel, you are fucking good at that. She’s taken most of me inside.”
“Fuck, strawberry, I can hardly wait for you to suck my dick,” Henri said.
She slid off Cairn. “You want me to come over there right now?”
“No. Spend as long as you want on Cairn. I love the thought that you’re sucking him off.”
She laughed and glided down Cairn’s shaft again. Then she cupped his sacs and he moaned.
She bobbed up and down, over and over, until his breathing was erratic. When he seemed to be getting close, she slid off his tip and kissed his cockhead. Then she stood up.
“Oh, fuck, Angel,” Cairn groaned. “You’re so cruel.”
She giggled. “And you love it.”
She walked to Henri and ran her hands along his shoulder, then sat on his lap, his cock pressed between their bodies. She kissed him. When she parted her lips, their tongues tangled. She arched her hips against him, gliding her crotch against his hard shaft, only the thin silk fabric of her panties between them.
“Strawberry, you panties are wet.”
She reached around behind Henri’s head to untie the blindfold, continuing to move her hips. The sensation of his cock stroking her made her light-headed.