Captured By The Warriors

by Daniella Wright

  “You’re right,” I said, making up my mind. “I should do it.”

  “If you don’t, I’ll kill you,” she joked. “Seriously.”

  With that thought in my head, work seemed to go by slowly. I had already decided that I would call Mark after I got off. They had seemed really into it, like they both genuinely wanted to see me again. I didn’t want to wait to see them either. When I called him, he sounded eager for me to come over. I went home and prepared myself for an interesting night, wondering just what I was getting myself into.

  Chapter 4: Penelope

  At dinner one night we were talking about traveling. Sebastian had done a fair amount but Mark had only gone on the occasional road trip on vacation with his family, somewhere close enough to manage with three kids in the car. He’d only been a couple of states over.

  “Have you two ever gone anywhere together?” I asked. “How long have you known each other?”

  “Since we were kids,” said Mark. “Like five?”

  Sebastian nodded. “Five. Our parents were friends.”

  “We’ve never gone anywhere together,” Mark told me. “I don’t like to fly.”

  “We were planning on going to Europe after college but it fell through,” Sebastian explained. “And Mark can’t bring himself to travel.”

  “Boats freak me out too,” admitted Mark.

  “Where would you go if you could?” I asked him. It was a shame that he was stuck here. I wondered if they would all three be willing to go on a road trip together. Traveling with them would be fun. I could imagine being somewhere beautiful with the two of them, enjoying each one in turn as I pleased.

  “Chicago,” Mark said automatically. “I have family there. My grandparents.”

  “You would love Chicago,” I told him. Somehow, the cool wind of the city suited his personality.

  “We’ll go some day,” said Sebastian. “Even if we have to drive there.”

  Mark nodded. Then he grinned at me. “Where would you go, Penny?” he asked. I liked his use of my nickname. It was teasing somehow, like a sexy joke.

  I wanted to tell him that anywhere he went I would be fine with, but I held back. I was developing feelings for both of them equally. They were so good together, so complimentary that it felt like one fluid relationship. I was coming to love Sebastian for his soft smiles and easy way of making love to me and I loved Mark for the roughness around his edges.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “France? Paris?”

  For some reason, that made him chuckle and shoot a look at Sebastian, who kissed me tenderly. Mark’s hand crept up my thigh under the table and rested just so that his pinky could stroke between my legs. I spread them a little wider for him; tonight I was technically supposed to be with Sebastian, but often Mark liked to play with me too before we separated with him. I found that it made the sex with Sebastian even better somehow. Mark brushed his pinky up and down my slit through my panties, and I was so tender there that I felt every touch like a spark. I chewed on my lip and everything we had been talking about left my mind. I found myself pulling Sebastian toward me and kissing him sensually while Mark touched me below the table. In the next moment I felt Sebastian’s hand join Mark’s between my legs and I nearly moaned with surprise and pleasure as he began to rub me up and down.

  The waiter walked up to the table and cleared his throat. It was only then that I remembered we were in public, that I came to my senses and closed my legs beneath the table. Both men pulled their hands away and Sebastian took the check from the waiter, smiling graciously. Mark didn’t take his eyes off of me. I knew he wanted to kiss me but I wasn’t comfortable showing affection to both of them in public during a date. I had already kissed Sebastian, which meant Mark was going to have to wait. I was tempted, though, a fact I knew he could tell because he grinned at me, then turned his gaze away.

  We paid the bill and got into the car, Sebastian sitting in the back while Mark drove and I sat next to him in the passenger’s seat. I was supposed to be with Sebastian that night but I wanted Mark as well. I bit my lip when I thought about the possibility of having them both at once and wondered if it was something they would go for. I know they didn’t mind sharing but wasn’t sure what they would think when it came to doing it at the same time. I made eye contact with Sebastian in the mirror and he stared at me intently for a moment, reaching forward from the backseat to stroke my neck with the backs of his fingers. His touch sent a tingling sensation through my body and I knew then that Sebastian’s hands were the ones that I needed.

  When we got home Mark opened the door and instead of taking me to the bedroom, Sebastian led the two of us into the kitchen for another drink. I was a little disappointed by the distraction because I wanted him so much, but that quickly left my mind when Mark pulled me against him on the counter, kissing me softly while Sebastian poured the drinks. He kissed me again and I responded fully, my body reacting automatically by pressing against his. Mark pulled off my leggings while kissing me and I let him, forgetting for a moment who I was supposed to be spending the evening with. He lifted me onto the counter and spread my legs, kneeling down and taking one of them over his shoulder. He put his mouth against my mound and placed a hot kiss on my lower lips, parting them with the tip of his tongue. When Mark knelt down, I could see that Sebastian was leaning against the counter and watching us, sipping his drink with an interested look on his face. I moaned with pleasure as he held my eye, then crossed the room to us. He leaned close to my lips and smiled.

  “Does that feel good, Penelope?”

  I nodded, tilted my face forward to kiss his mouth. I couldn’t help it. He kissed me back while bringing his hands to my waist, pulling my t-shirt up and over my head. He unfastened my bra in the front and pulled it off, revealing my already hard nipples. Then he put his mouth to one, sucked on it gently while Mark licked between my legs. They had never both touched me at once before and rather than being overwhelmed or guilty, I felt like I was alive with pleasure. Sebastian switched to my other nipple while Mark took my bud between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. My hips were moving against Mark’s face, my breasts pressed into Sebastian’s open palms and I was whimpering into Sebastian’s mouth like crazy. My orgasm built stronger and stronger while they touched me at the same time. I came on Mark’s open mouth, my hands in his hair to hold his face against me. Then he stood up and kissed me, his tongue flavored by my juice, and I almost gasped when Sebastian knelt and took Mark’s place between my legs. He only licked me briefly, though, before lifting me off of the counter and carrying me into the living room. He sat on the couch and then pulled me onto his lap so that my back was pressed to his chest. Sebastian had pulled his cock out already and was aiming it inside of me while Mark watched, and I caught Mark’s eye as Sebastian lowered me on top of him and began to fuck me from below. Mark grinned at me, kissed my mouth and then sucked each of my nipples, his fingers rubbing my bud. Sebastian’s hands were on my hips, bouncing me up and down, and when Mark put his mouth on my bud I came immediately, gushing all over Sebastian’s cock.

  I had to catch my breath after that, but soon realized the two weren’t done with me. Nor did I want them to be. I still wanted Mark, who was gently lapping at my opening where Sebastian had pulled out of me. He stood up and took my hand, helping me to my feet and then turning me around so that I was facing Sebastian, leaning forward in his lap. Sebastian kissed me while Mark pushed into my channel from behind and began to grind in and out, using my hips to pull me back against him. I was moaning when I lowered my face to Sebastian’s lap and took him into my mouth, licking along the bottom of his cock with my tongue before pushing him into my throat. I sucked on him while Mark gained speed and made me come again with the force of his hips. Sebastian erupted on the back of my tongue when my moans vibrated him in my mouth and then Mark spilled shortly after deep inside of me.

  When we were finished, I curled up on the couch and returned their smiles gladly. I was surprised a
t myself for having enjoyed having them both so much but I knew it definitely wasn’t going to be the last time.

  We spent many evenings together in that way after that. Sometimes I’d be alone with one of them, other times we’d all three play together. I enjoyed it more than I ever thought I would; having two men at once was nearly overwhelming with pleasure. Being touched by both of them at the same time felt natural and fun, and I eagerly accepted them both into bed on nights when I couldn’t decide who I wanted to touch me more.

  I felt myself starting to change as we carried on our affair. When I was married, I had never felt sexy, never really felt desired even when Elliot climbed into bed at night and rutted on me before he fell asleep. It was always so automatic with him, like something I had to do. Now that I was full of such desire, that I had the undivided attention of two sexy, wonderful men, I felt myself growing. I was more confident each day. I flirted with other men, used my power and enjoyed myself, but I always reserved my real affection for Mark and Sebastian.

  It was a few weeks later that I ran into Elliot at a café. I didn’t want to see him; I pretended not to as I was waiting in line for my coffee, carefully turning my face away so that he wouldn’t notice me. He was the last person I wanted to talk to. I sat down at a table and sipped my coffee, sure I was safe until Elliot caught my eye. He approached the table and I rolled my eyes, annoyed.

  “Can I sit with you?” he asked.

  “I’d rather you not,” I said, but he took a seat anyway.

  “How are you, Penny?” he asked. “You doing alright?”

  “I’m fine,” I said, a bit stiffly, but tried to be polite. Maybe he would go away if I gave him short answers. I was uncomfortable with him being anywhere near me. He was disgusting, especially now that I’d been spending my time around two men who were definitely superior in every way.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said, his eyes full of false sincerity. I snorted and he smiled at me, reaching forward to brush a piece of hair out of my face. I ducked away from him so that he couldn’t touch me, disgusted. He didn’t look particularly deterred, though, but leaned close to me so that I could smell the scent of stale coffee on his breath.

  “How about you come home with me? My fiancé is out of town.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him hatefully, heat rising in my body, anger overwhelming me. He knew very well I wasn’t that kind of woman, no matter what I was doing in my spare time now. Being with two men at once was different than cheating; infidelity was something I could never take part in, especially not with an asshole like my ex-husband.

  “I’m not going to be your side woman,” I spat heatedly. “Especially after you cheated on me. You divorced me.”

  He laughed at me, then gave me a righteous smirk. “You can stop playing the good girl now, Penny. I know you’ve been running around with two men at the same time. I never knew you were such a freaky little thing.”

  “How do you know about that?” I asked him hotly. Whenever we went out in public, I was rarely touchy feely with either man, and if I was it was just with one at a time. There was no way he’d somehow seen me with both Mark and Sebastian in public and somehow deduced that I was with both of them at the same time.

  “Carmine told me,” he said. “She was bragging that you’re having so much more fun without me. But she doesn’t know about all the fun we had together.”

  I glared at him. Anger knotted in me. I had never thought that Carmine would betray me like that, especially to her brother. Elliot got up to leave, giving me one long hot look before we parted. His eyes made me feel gross all over, and I had never wanted to take a shower more.

  “You know my number if you want to have some real fun,” he said, smirking, then walked away. I sat there with my heart racing, tapping my fingers on the table. Then I pulled out my phone and called Carmine, unable to stop myself.

  She answered a yawn.

  “Carmine,” I hissed into the phone, without even saying hello. “Why did you tell Elliot about Mark and Sebastian? I didn’t want him to know.”

  “What?” she asked, then paused. “Oh. Yeah. Well, Elliot is always saying all of these horrible things about his fiancé and about you… I guess I just wanted him to feel terrible and jealous. He should know that you don’t need him to have fun.”

  I sighed. “Carmine, I really didn’t want this to get out.”

  “Why not?” she asked. “You’re having fun. You like Mark and Sebastian. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “I’m not ashamed,” I insisted. “I’m just done with Elliot. He doesn’t need to know my business.”

  Carmine sounded genuinely apologetic when she spoke. “I’m sorry, Penny,” she said. “It just came out. I couldn’t help it. I’m proud that you’re having such a good time without my asshole brother.”

  I couldn’t be too mad at her. I could never be angry at Carmine for long. If I was honest, part of me was glad that Elliot knew how much I was enjoying myself. Better for him to know that than to think I was at home pining after him, wishing he hadn’t left me. My divorce was so far the best thing that had ever happened to me, and the fact that my asshole ex-husband knew that was slightly satisfying.

  “It’s okay,” I said finally. “Just, please, don’t say anything else to Elliot about my personal life. I just want to be done with him.”

  “I promise I won’t,” Carmine swore. “I’m really sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” I said, then told her goodbye and hung up. I finished my coffee, smiling, and decided to text Mark. We’d been together the night before and it had been even more wild than usual. It seemed like the more my relationship progressed with him, the more uninhibited he got with what he wanted from me in bed. Sebastian was the same, although his touches were different. He could spend hours just luxuriating in my body, making love to me slowly while teasing every bit of skin that he could. Mark was more frantic, faster, although he lasted just as long when he took me.

  I can’t stop thinking about last night.

  I sent the text and waited. It was only a few minutes before I got a response.

  No? What about it?

  The things you made me say and do. I’m wet just remembering.

  Well I did like to hear you beg. I guess we’re on the same page.

  I blushed when I remembered that. He had been teasing me, and my pleading had been honest and desperate. He enjoyed bringing me to that point so much it frustrated me in the best possible way.

  I still feel like begging.

  I wouldn’t say no.

  Do you promise?

  I don’t make promises…. Come over. Now.

  Yes, sir.

  I stood up, gathering my things. I couldn’t get there fast enough. When I did get there, we fell into bed immediately, and spent the rest of the day there until Sebastian got home and joined us.

  Chapter 5: Mark

  We saw Penelope frequently. She was over almost every night as the months went by together. None of us got tired of each other. We could spend all of our time together. As for me, I didn’t mind sharing with Sebastian. Both of us wanted to be with Penny and neither of us had a problem with the other. The arrangement worked out great for everyone.

  The three of us started spending less time together in bed and more time outside of it, going out together or staying in and just hanging out talking about everything. There were things Sebastian and I had talked about before but that Penelope wanted to know about each of us. Sebastian told her about his parents and his inheritance, how he preferred to work rather than live off of his family’s money but he did want to travel and see the world. Penelope asked me about what I wanted to do, and I told her that I was a writer and wanted to live off of that. I had doubts about my work but Penny seemed interested to read it, and I let her do so although I’d only ever shared it with Sebastian. We all opened up to each other in that way. Things grew more intimate between us and though we didn’t technically establish a relationship, neith
er Sebastian nor I had been seeing other women. Neither one of us were interested. My head was filled with her, even when she wasn’t around.

  At dinner one evening Penny hugged me, kissing me softly on the cheek, then did the same to Sebastian.

  “Both of you. I’m so grateful to have met you. You’ve opened up my eyes to a lot of things.”

  I braced myself for her words. I had known that this probably couldn’t last forever; I’d had a feeling that she would eventually move on and want something different, a regular relationship. Still, it was going to be hard to hear. I loved Penelope and didn’t want to give her up.

  She reached into her purse and pulled out three plane tickets, handing one to each of us. The tickets were to Chicago for the following Friday. I looked at the ticket and then looked at her, raising my eyebrows. If she was doing what I thought she was doing, I would be ecstatic. It would mean that she wasn’t breaking up with us, that I wouldn’t have to stop seeing her. But I didn’t want to get up too much hope. I studied her face before I got too excited, trying to judge just what she was up to.