by Lily Harlem
His cock found my pussy, I shifted my hips and let my greedy entrance swallow his head. He groaned, stopped kissing me and gazed down into my face. “I’m going to make love to you now, Ariane.”
I smiled and reached to touch his cheek. Something was telling me it had been a while for Liam too. “Yes,” I said. “Make love to me, Liam…please.”
He pushed in. My mouth opened and I stuttered out a breath.
“Am I hurting you?” He froze.
“No, no, you feel great…just…big.” Big wasn’t the word, he was stretching me every which way, elongating tissue that had never taken so much girth.
“Too big?” His brows dropped.
“No.” I reached for his butt, pressed on the perfect indents on either side of his cheeks and willed my body to accommodate him. “You feel fantastic, Liam, perfect.”
I curled my legs around his thighs as he pushed slowly and surely to the hilt. When he reached maximum penetration, his balls touched my bum cheeks and I swear the head of his cock stabbed at my diaphragm.
We groaned in synchrony as he pulled back a few inches and then rode up again. I lifted my hands and smoothed back the hair flopping over his face. Suddenly his entire weight settled on me. Air pushed from my lungs and my eyes widened as my ribs threatened to give. “Liam…” I panted.
“Sorry.” He harnessed my wrists and held them either side of my head then quickly propped his weight back on his elbows.
I pulled in a relieved breath.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He began a slow, grinding rhythm as his tongue caressed my mouth. His body caught my needy flesh, inside and out. I fluttered shut my eyes. Nothing existed but the beautiful sensations Liam and his big cock were creating right in the very center of my being. He went on and on in this sublime ride, taking me higher and higher until I felt dizzy and breathless.
“Are you gonna come soon?” Liam asked through clenched teeth.
“Yes,” I panted, “please don’t stop…yes, any second, don’t, don’t stop.”
“Couldn’t if I wanted to,” he grunted. His lips hovered over mine in a half kiss. “You’re the best thing my body has felt in a long time.” He pushed in harder, much harder and then stilled at the hilt. “Best…thing…ever.”
It crashed over me. Like a tsunami, the climax claimed my body. Liam pulled out and then shoved back in, fast, his cock was stiffer than ever and this intensified my moment of ecstasy and prolonged it deliciously. He pressed my wrists harder into the pillow and his hips pinned me to the bed. He was in complete control and I writhed beneath him as he tore from me a blisteringly concentrated orgasm that culminated in his own moment of pleasure.
“Ah, baby, so fucking good.” And then he was pumping inside me, his weight dropped down but he kept hold of my wrists. His breaths were like a storm blowing into my right ear. “So fucking good,” he grunted.
I tipped my hips higher and crossed my ankles in the small of his back. A shudder trembled down his body and vibrated into mine. “Ditto,” I gasped.
After a couple of minutes, he pulled out, rolled off and scooped me against his side. I laid a hand on the soft hairs in the center of his rising and falling chest. His heart was racing, his body damp with sweat—the same as mine.
“Will you sleep in here tonight?” he asked when his breathing became more normal. “With me?”
“If you want me to.”
“I want it more than anything, Ariane, it will make this day as near to perfect as a day can be.” He kissed the top of my head and then dropped his neck heavily into the pillows.
I closed my eyes and waited for my own breathing and pulse rate to settle. Liam was exquisite, he felt, tasted and smelled divine, but there was something bothering him, he’d said as much himself. I sighed and tangled my legs with his. No point worrying, he’d said he’d tell me, I guess I would just have to wait. But I wasn’t the most patient person in the world and I would only wait until tomorrow.
I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep feeling safe and satisfied. I wasn’t sure what time it was when I felt myself being gently kissed back to consciousness—down my neck, behind my ear, over my collarbone. There was no light in the room, it was thick blackness so I shut my eyes again and sighed.
I shifted my hips on the mattress as Liam’s hungry lips trailed down to my breast and then sucked on my nipple. He nipped it between his teeth and the small bite of erotic pain sent sparks flying to my clit. I groaned and murmured for more. He switched to the other breast as his hand took over tweaking and twirling the damp, erect nipple his mouth had just left. The bristles on his chin scratched my delicate flesh as he literally ate me up. I could feel my pussy swelling, humming, aching for attention once more. Liam was more urgent than earlier, more resolute in the way he was kissing me. There was a little roughness, wildness mixed in.
“Liam,” I murmured, reaching out and feeling hard, wide-boned shoulders.
“Mmm…” Liam said from the pillow next to me, his hand reached to cup my jaw and then he planted a gentle kiss on my lips.
“What…?” Confusion seared through my veins. I dragged myself upward. The kissing at my breasts stopped abruptly. “What is…?”
“Hey, it’s okay.” A hot, hard, freshly showered body loomed over mine.
“Quinn?” I asked, full of surprise.
“I’m so glad you stayed,” Quinn murmured, pulling me flat again. Liam was still cupping my jaw but Quinn dodged his hand and kissed me—a, firm, passionate, kiss. “I could hardly wait to get home,” he said into my mouth. “To see you, to kiss you, to hold you.”
“But, you… I’m in bed with…” My sleepy mind struggled. I know they’d said share but did they mean literally, share me…at the same time? “Is that okay? Is this okay?”
“Of course it’s okay,” Liam said. His big hand scooped up my breast and his thumb flicked over the nipple. “Quinn and I have no attraction toward each other, we’re not gay, but making love to you, together, seems like an enormous amount of fun for all of us, don’t you think?”
“I…” My mind whirred whilst my body did cartwheels of excitement. These boys were so bad! “I guess, if that’s what you want?”
“It’s most definitely what we want,” Liam said softly. “And I think it’s what you want too, Ariane.”
I couldn’t deny my desire. It was like another living breathing part of me. I wanted them both, desperately.
“I take it Liam looked after you well when I had to leave?” Quinn said, settling the long length of his naked, shower-damp body against the side of mine.
“Yes,” I said, shifting to face Quinn. I reached out to trace my finger through the crisp hairs on his chest. “Liam looked after me wonderfully.”
Liam scooped in behind me, nuzzled a kiss into the nape of my neck as his hand sneaked around to caress my belly.
“Glad to hear it,” Quinn said from the darkness. “Because that’s the plan. There’ll always be one of us to look after you…in every sense of the word.” I felt his hand join Liam’s in the sweeping exploration of my body, sliding up and over my breasts, following the curve of my hips and dipping into my waist. Then Quinn’s hand hooked under my thigh and he pulled my top leg over his hip. “You do want us both, Ariane, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, suddenly understanding what was going to happen, right now, this very minute. “Yes, I do.”
Quinn’s mouth caught mine at the same time as the head of his cock arrowed through my pubes. I still felt wet from the sex I’d had earlier and Quinn’s slide toward my entrance was hot and easy.
“This is what I kept thinking of,” Quinn muttered, his fingers wrapping around the flesh of my thigh and holding me firm. “All the way home, I kept imagining what it would be like to be inside you, to have my dick inside you. I knew how good you felt on my fingers and I wanted to experience that hot, juicy tightness wrapped around my cock. I wanted it so much I had to stop myself coming j
ust thinking about it.”
I squirmed my hips, greedy for him to enter me. The thought that he could come just thinking about me was a massive turn-on. “Quinn,” I husked, remembering what an expert he was with his fingers and wondering what the hell he could do with his cock. “Please, just fuck me.”
I didn’t need to ask him twice. He pounded in with a grunt. Hard and fast, right in on the first devastating thrust. I cried out. Pain and pleasure mixed as his long, steely cock invaded my body. It felt glorious, he was so hard and so long, stretching and filling me to capacity.
“Ah, so fucking good,” Quinn said in a tight voice and clamping me with his arms and legs. “You feel amazing, Ariane, wet and ready for it, perfect.”
“Great isn’t she?” Liam said over my shoulder. His hands were in my hair, scooping it back from my face and neck, dragging it into a ponytail. His fingertips sent tickles of sensation over my already buzzing flesh.
Quinn jerked his hips again, pushed in even farther. My mouth opened to let out the air he knocked from my lungs as he caught a rhythm. It wasn’t the smooth ride Liam had taken me on, it was frantic, determined. If he hadn’t been holding me my head would have banged against the headboard, hell it would have gone through the headboard. His coarse pubes rubbed against mine and the tough bone of his pubis rammed against my clit over and over as deep inside me his thick shaft teased my G-spot. It felt wonderful and my mind began to spiral into ecstasy as he upped the pace even more, bashing me into Liam’s chest and holding me firm all at the same time.
“Ah, Jeez, she’s too good,” Quinn said, freezing at the hilt.
“No, please, don’t stop,” I wailed, clawing my fingers into his flesh. I’d been so close, my orgasm within reach.
“I have to, just for second, Liam, take over will you?” Quinn pulled out, but I didn’t have time to murmur a complaint, because as soon as he slipped away the head of Liam’s cock pushed into me from behind.
I let out a long, low groan as he wrapped a concrete forearm around my waist and buried himself deep in my pussy. I shifted my leg higher over Quinn’s hip to draw Liam in even farther. Liam blew out a long breath by my ear and then nibbled on my neck.
Quinn’s lips pressed on mine, he palmed my breasts as Liam’s cock slid back and forth over my needy G-spot, filling me, consuming me. I began to feel feverish, trembling with the need to orgasm. But I needed attention on my clit, it was throbbing with desperation. I couldn’t tip over the edge without it.
“Please,” I said. My hands dragged frantically over Quinn’s body as my hips pushed down against Liam. “Let me come.”
“Okay,” Quinn said. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Liam slipped from me and Quinn’s cock took its place with barely a pause in rhythm. He shoved in again and his pubis connected once more with my clit. Liam pinched my chin and turned my head halfway over my shoulder. He kissed me, his tongue probing in time with Quinn’s cock. I felt consumed by the darkness, by the hot, hard men around me, in me, taking me higher and higher. White-hot lights flashed before me, Liam’s cock settled in the crack of my butt and then I was there. I called into his mouth, “I’m coming.”
Quinn pressed all the harder with his pelvis, grinding against my clit in small circular motions and extending the moment of ecstasy exquisitely. And then he, too, was riding through his pleasure. “Oh fuck, yes that’s it, squeeze me like that, like that, Ariane…” He went absolutely still and then I felt him pumping wildly, exploding into me. I tore my lips from Liam’s and searched out Quinn, captured his face in my palms and kissed him with the same hard passion as he kissed me.
“You’re so perfect,” he said breathlessly into my mouth. “So sweet and so perfect.” He pulled out.
Liam’s hands curled over my hips and then he was back at my pussy. I wiggled my butt to encourage him in, wanting him to be a part of our moment. He kissed my ear and then sank upward until the front of his thighs pressed against the backs of mine.
I groaned. Liam was like granite against my sensitive, hot, swollen, still spasming flesh.
“Come again,” Quinn said, sending his hand between our bodies. “Come again, with Liam.” He began to fret my clit with his fingertips. It was so engorged and the pads of his fingers so firm that I whimpered, unable to cope with the hyperstimulation.
“It’s okay, ride through it,” Quinn soothed. “Catch that spark again.”
Liam’s cock glided back and forth over my G-spot and I concentrated on its profound pleasure whilst my clit found the point of ignition. It only took a few seconds, and then as Liam’s breaths became strained in my ear, I felt myself climbing the hill to climax again. Quinn didn’t let up, he swirled and circled perfectly around my clit. Liam pounded on and on with his body curled around mine pushing me over and over against Quinn’s unmovable mass.
“Yes, ah, ah, yes…” I shouted. “Yes, that’s it…” The world disintegrated around me as a second orgasm crashed over my body.
Liam grunted, a deeply primitive sound. His cock began to spasm inside me, but he didn’t stop his rhythm, he kept going, kept fucking into my trembling pussy as he came.
“Ariane, you feel so good when you come, you sound so good too,” Quinn said, kissing across my cheek. His fingers slowed as my body began to jerk away from his stimulation and then he moved and cupped my breasts.
“So do you,” I panted as Liam finally stilled behind me. “Both of you.”
Chapter Five
I woke alone the next morning but the crumpled sheets around me were warm so I guessed my two lovers hadn’t been up long. My priority, after I’d blinked open my eyes, was to have a shower. I felt sticky with sex and arousal.
I swung my legs from the bed and padded naked to the en-suite. The sun was shining through the lightly billowing curtains. We’d slept with the window ajar so a fresh, salty breeze flooded the room and made me feel alive and bursting with energy.
I indulged in a long, fragrant shower but as my head tipped up to the pouring water I remembered Liam’s face when he’d had something to tell me but couldn’t, he hadn’t wanted to spoil our moment with whatever secret he held. I hoped he’d open up to me after the intimate night we’d spent together. I felt close to him already, it was like he needed me as much as I needed him. There’d been an emotional intensity to the way he’d made love to me before Quinn had arrived. It had been more than a fuck, much more. There was something deeper, something vulnerable about the way he’d held me and made love to me.
As the delicious, sugary scent of shower gel washed over me I brushed my hands over my breasts and thought of Quinn waking me by kissing me, sucking my nipples, biting me. He had a raw roughness to him that was equally as intense as Liam’s gentle sex. He liked to take charge, I could tell that. It was both exciting and exhilarating to be in bed with someone so dominant, so sure of what he wanted and such an expert at handling a woman’s needs. But I hoped he didn’t think he’d be able to boss me around outside the bedroom. I wasn’t that sort of girl.
I pulled on the distressed jeans Liam had bought me and a tight little t-shirt. Scraped a comb through my damp hair, applied moisturizer and a little light makeup. Then wandered out of the bedroom in search of coffee.
As I stepped into the living room I heard voices on the balcony. I squinted into the daylight and saw both Liam and Quinn outside holding steaming mugs. Liam was lying on a lounger in a pair of khaki shorts, his golden torso glistening in the morning sun, and Quinn wore black suit trousers, a pale blue short-sleeved shirt and a patterned navy tie. They were talking quietly and I didn’t catch the gist of the conversation as I stepped into the sunshine.
“Morning,” I said, squinting from one to the other.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Liam jumped up. “Do you want coffee?”
“Mmm, yes please.”
“See how well I know you already?” He pressed a kiss to my lips before darting off.
I looked at Quinn, he was sitting sideways on the lounger
with his elbows on his knees. He wore a pair of black shades and his mouth was set in a straight line.
“Morning,” I said hesitantly.
“Do I get one?”
“One what?”
“A good morning kiss.”
I walked over to him and reached for his shades, pulled them off and set them on top of his short hair. I looked down into his coal black eyes. “Of course,” I said sweetly and then ducked my head and gave him a long, lingering kiss, treating him to the tip of my tongue as I cradled his face.
“Well now that’s got my day off to a perfect start,” he said as I pulled away. His mouth tipped into a smile and he dropped his shades back over his eyes.
“Here you go.” Liam’s voice came from behind me. “Coffee.”
“Thanks,” I said, reaching for the mug and looking into Liam’s face. He smiled, unconcerned that he’d seen me kissing Quinn—no jealousy, no possessiveness, just acceptance.
I sat at the third lounger and stretched my legs out, wiggled my bare toes and took a sip of coffee.
“So why aren’t you at work?” I asked, looking over at Quinn.
“He’s taken an hour off,” Liam said. “Virtually unheard of.”
“No it’s not,” Quinn said with a slight frown. “I do occasionally take some time out.”
“Yeah, only for the gym.” Liam sank back down on his lounger and pushed his hand through his bedhead hair.
“If you must know,” Quinn said, looking at me, “I wanted to see you, Ariane, I wanted to make sure you were okay after last night…it was pretty intense.”
“I’m fine.” I smiled. “Really.”
“I was, we were, worried we may have frightened you, scared you off us,” Quinn said. “We’d planned on taking it slower than that, I guess we got caught up in the heat of the moment. You are pretty irresistible.”
I smiled. “I think we all got caught up in the heat of the moment.”