by Lynn LaFleur
The orgasm exploded in her pussy and spread through her body so quickly, she didn’t have any time to prepare for it. She threw her head back to Julian’s shoulder and dug her fingernails into his thigh. Her hips bucked with each pulsation deep inside her.
Several moments passed before she realized Lane no longer touched her. She opened her eyes to see him tug off his T-shirt and toss it aside. His tan chest was bare, the only hair a line flowing down from his navel to the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
She wanted to follow that line with her tongue.
Julian rolled her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. “I think it’s time to go in the bedroom.”
Molly nodded, although she wasn’t sure if her legs were strong enough yet for her to walk. If she stumbled, she had two strong men to help her.
Lane pulled her to her feet. He took one hand, Julian took the other, and they led her down the hall to the bedroom.
Julian had lit candles again. The flames cast a golden glow around the room. The covers had been pulled to the end of the bed, exposing dark sheets. Four fat pillows were propped against the headboard. The room had been prepared for seduction.
Desire began to build low in her belly again.
“I’ll get the wine,” Lane said.
Once he left the room, Julian cradled Molly’s face in his hands and kissed her. His hands tightened on her face for a moment. She could tell he was trying hard to regain his control. He tilted his head and kissed her again, then nipped the pounding pulse in her neck.
“Slip off your shoes and turn around.”
She did as he asked. He reached around her and finished unfastening the rest of her buttons. Blouse and bra slid down her arms at the same time. A gentle tug at her waist proved Julian unsnapped her skirt. The zipper sounded loud in the quiet room.
“I have to see your ass in your red thong.” He pushed the skirt past her hips. Gravity took over and it fell to the floor.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He bit the spot between her neck and shoulder as he gripped both butt cheeks. “You have an amazing ass.”
“I’ll second that,” Lane said.
Molly turned her head to watch Lane set one glass and a full bottle of merlot on the nightstand. He looked at her, his gaze focused on her mound. “Red is definitely your color.”
He stepped close to her. Molly had but a moment to stare into his hazel eyes before he kissed her.
Wow.
Julian’s kisses almost set her hair on fire, they were so hot. Lane’s kisses weren’t far behind. He cupped her breasts as he kissed her again, his thumbs brushing over the hard tips.
“Nice,” he murmured against her mouth.
She wasn’t sure if Lane referred to her kisses or her breasts. She didn’t care. With his cock pressed against her belly and Julian’s against her ass, she was surrounded by testosterone.
Delicious.
Molly moved away from the men and sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning back, she rested her weight on her hands. She knew the position pushed her breasts forward. The way both guys’ gazes snapped to her chest proved that.
“You’re both way overdressed.”
“Hey, I took off my shirt,” Lane said.
“I want everything off.” She switched her attention to Julian. “You too.”
“Bossy little thing, isn’t she?” Lane asked, unbuckling his belt.
Julian chuckled. “And then some.”
She liked that they were both aroused, yet could still tease. Her own arousal had dimmed slightly when she pulled away from them. She had no doubt it would flare to life again with a simple kiss or touch.
Or a look at their nude bodies.
Wow.
Due to his Italian heritage, Julian’s skin carried the same tone all over his body. Lane’s skin was tan except for a small strip of lighter skin across his groin. Whatever swimsuit he wore must be tiny. Both their cocks were hard, with pre-cum forming at the slits.
She wiggled her forefingers in the “come here” motion. They stepped closer until she could wrap her hands around their shafts. She’d fantasized about being with two men at the same time, but had never imagined it would ever come true. She wasn’t sure what to do first.
She spread their essence over the crowns with her thumbs. Julian’s cock was a bit longer than Lane’s, Lane’s a bit thicker than Julian’s. She had no complaints about the size of either one.
“If we’re naked,” Julian said, “you should be too.”
“In a minute. I’m playing.”
“That works both ways.” Lane took her wrist and drew her hand away from him. “Why don’t you lie down and let us play too?”
Molly scooted to the middle of the bed and lay on her back. Lane rounded the foot while Julian climbed on the bed on his knees. He clasped the band of her thong. “Lift your hips.”
Julian slid the thong down her legs and tossed it to the floor. Using his thumbs, he spread her labia wide open. “Look how wet she is.”
“Oh yeah.” Lane touched her clit with his thumb. Molly hissed in a sharp breath at the pleasure that shot through her womb. “All pink and swollen too.”
The two men continued to touch and stare at her pussy. Molly whimpered. The desire she’d felt in the living room before her orgasm wasn’t a quarter of what she felt now. She shifted on the bed, arched her pelvis higher. She needed to be fucked now.
“Please. One of you. Inside me.”
“Not yet.” Julian dropped a kiss on her mound. “We have things we want to do first.”
Her fantasy should mean her rules. She was about to tell them exactly that when Julian swiped his tongue across her clit. She gasped and lifted her hips to get closer to his mouth. “More.”
Two fingers slid into her channel as Julian licked her again. She couldn’t see past Julian’s head to know whose hand touched her. It didn’t matter. She only cared about the sensations flooding her from her pussy to her head, down to her feet and back to her core.
Lane leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, her collarbone, the top of her breast. She grabbed his head and guided his mouth to her nipple. He latched on to it and suckled.
Heat raced to her toes. Each pull of his mouth sent another zing of pleasure up and down her legs. The stimulation from his lips, plus Julian’s attention to her clit, had another orgasm quickly building.
The intense feeling faded a bit when Julian stopped licking her. She almost complained, then he started tonguing her other nipple.
“Ohgodohgodohgod!” Molly closed her eyes and arched her back. Having both nipples suckled at the same time was one of the most intense things she’d ever experienced. She’d never come from only nipple stimulation, but she wouldn’t doubt that it could happen to her…in about ten seconds.
Someone touched her clit. The other man pushed two fingers inside her again. The fingers wiggled over her G-spot, shooting pleasure through her limbs once more.
Spreading her legs wider, Molly drew in a sharp breath and released it as the climax washed over her.
Both men continued to caress her body, slowly bringing her back so she could think clearly again. She opened her eyes to see them on their knees, their hands moving over her breasts, belly, mound, legs, before making the return journey up her body. After the third pass, she touched the back of their hands. They stilled and looked at her.
“That was amazing.”
Julian lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “You say that as if you’re through.”
She glanced at their hard cocks. “Well, not through, since you two haven’t come yet. But I’m well satisfied.”
Lane chuckled, a sexy, wicked sound. “Don’t get too comfortable, Molly. Julian and I aren’t anywhere near finished with you.”
“I’ve come twice.”
“Twice isn’t your limit,” Julian said. “We both know that.”
“What about you and Lane?”
“Don’t worry about us. We plan to thoroughly enjoy ourselves.”
With that comment, Julian leaned over Molly’s body and kissed Lane.
Chapter Fourteen
Julian had already told Lane that he wanted them to act out Molly’s chapter, so when Julian kissed him, it didn’t surprise Lane. In fact, he’d looked forward to it ever since he and Julian had discussed having the ménage with Molly. Some of the most incredible sex of his life had occurred with his best friend.
Groaning softly, Lane parted his lips and accepted the thrust of Julian’s tongue. He continued to caress Molly’s skin, as he and Julian had planned, yet he focused on his friend’s kiss and how it made him feel.
Hot.
Eager.
Ready for anything.
He jerked when a small, warm hand wrapped around his cock. From the growl that came from Julian’s throat, Lane assumed Molly had taken his friend’s cock in her other hand. He and Julian had already decided that whatever Molly wanted, Molly got. If she wanted to get them off with her hands, that worked for him.
Even though he longed to slide his shaft deep into Julian’s mouth.
Julian ended the kiss with a swipe of his tongue across Lane’s mouth. Lane struggled to open his eyes and look at his friend. Julian’s eyes blazed with desire, his lips were parted, his breath came in soft pants. Lane couldn’t resist the urge to taste him again. He held Julian’s head and kissed him, pouring out all his hunger and love.
Molly continued to caress his shaft. A larger, rougher hand cradled his balls and began a gentle massage.
“Ohmygod, that’s so hot,” Molly whispered.
Lane buried his face against Julian’s neck. “I’m not gonna last, man.”
Julian squeezed Lane’s tight sac. “You don’t have to. Let it happen.”
No sooner had Julian uttered the words than the orgasm snaked up and down Lane’s spine and exploded out the end of his cock. He trembled and moaned, his hips thrusting as Molly kept milking him. Cum shot onto her lower belly, white streams against her creamy skin.
Lane hadn’t wanted to come that quickly, but it felt so good.
Julian gave him another long, searing kiss, then leaned over and licked Lane’s cum from Molly’s stomach.
She whimpered. “I’ve never seen anything so sexy.”
Lane scooped up the last drop and held his finger to Molly’s lips. She drew it deep into her mouth and sucked it.
“Julian, I think we have a very horny lady here who needs to be fucked.”
“I think you’re right.” Julian spread Molly’s legs and moved between them. “No condoms tonight, Molly. You’re on birth control and we’re all clean. I don’t want anything separating us.”
Nodding, she lifted her hips off the bed. “Nothing separating us.”
He entered her with one long slide. Lane lifted Molly’s leg so he could watch Julian’s cock gliding in and out of her pussy. Her juices soon completely coated his hard flesh.
It looked too good to ignore.
Lane gazed up into Julian’s face. “I want to taste her.”
Julian pulled out, despite Molly’s huff of protest. That huff turned into a long moan when Lane started licking up and down her labia. She tasted of musk and woman and a hint of Julian.
That hint wasn’t nearly enough. Lane needed more. He drew Julian’s cock into his mouth, all the way to the balls.
After several moments of sucking Julian, Lane returned to Molly’s clit. Back and forth, back and forth, he tasted Molly and then savored her flavor on his friend’s rod.
“I want to taste your cum,” Lane said, running his tongue along the underside of Julian’s cock. “But I want to lick it from Molly’s pussy.”
Julian leaned over, rested his hands on either side of Molly and started thrusting hard and fast. Lane pulled Molly’s nipple into his mouth…laving, nibbling, sucking. He laid his hand over her other breast and felt her heart pounding.
“Oh yes!” Molly closed her eyes, arched that pretty long neck. “Yes, yes, YES!”
“She’s coming,” Julian said, his voice breathless. “Her pussy is squeezing my dick. Damn!”
Julian’s body shook as he threw his head back and released a sound halfway between a groan and a growl. The sight of his friend so lost in his climax sent blood surging back into Lane’s cock.
The moment Julian moved to Molly’s side, Lane took his place and lay between her thighs. Sliding his hands beneath her butt, he lowered his mouth to her pussy. He knew her clit would be tender after her orgasm, so moved his tongue slowly over her wet flesh, enjoying her taste mixed with Julian’s.
He felt the mattress shift when Julian moved closer. A wet finger circled his asshole. Lane squeezed his eyes shut at the intense pleasure. The ragged sounds Molly made proved her desire was climbing again. He wanted to concentrate on her, take her to the heavens once more. That wasn’t easy to do when he longed to spread his legs and take Julian deep inside his ass.
Julian’s touch disappeared. The mattress shifted again, but Lane heard nothing.
Unsure where Julian had gone, Lane returned to feasting on Molly. He pushed her legs up and fucked her with his tongue. He dragged it over her anus, her clit, returned to her channel. She tasted so good and was so responsive. He’d been with women who climaxed easily and those who couldn’t get to the peak no matter what he did. He liked that Molly felt free enough with him to let go and experience everything her body would.
He pushed one finger in her pussy and one in her ass, pumping them while he continued to lick her clit. She trembled and released a loud, keening moan. Her body clamped onto his fingers and drew them farther inside her. Lane kept gently licking her until her body stilled.
“You guys…are trying to…kill me.”
“Hell of a way to go.” Lane nipped the inside of each thigh. “Don’t you think?”
“Think? Who can think with scrambled brains?”
Lane chuckled. He understood why Julian loved this woman. Not only was she sexy as sin, but cute as hell.
The bed dipped behind him. Warm fingers slick with lube touched his anus. Lane drew in a sharp breath.
“What’s wrong?” Molly asked.
“Not a thing.” He lowered his forehead to her thigh and arched his back to raise his hips higher.
Lane lifted his head again when he heard Molly’s sharp gasp. He saw the question in her eyes quickly turn to lust. “What is he doing?” she whispered to Lane.
“Rubbing my asshole.”
“Do you like it?”
“Oh yeah.”
Julian’s fingers disappeared, but were soon replaced by the tip of his cock. Lane tightened for a second at the unfamiliar pressure. It had been over a year since his friend had been inside him. He drew in a breath and released it slowly.
“That’s the way,” Julian whispered. “Relax and take me.”
“I want to watch.”
Molly scrambled away from Lane. He glanced over his shoulder to see her on her knees, her eyes wide as she stared at his ass. She looked at him, then back to where the two men would soon be joined.
The head slipped inside him. Lane spread his legs wider. He gritted his teeth, hoping he wouldn’t come yet. He’d waited a year to be with Julian and didn’t want it to end too soon.
Another inch slipped inside him. Then another, and another, until Julian’s balls brushed against his own.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Exactly that.” Julian gripped his hips and began an easy thrusting. “God, your ass is tight.”
Lane couldn’t respond, not with the pleasure so intense it stole his ability to talk. His cock swelled, his balls tightened. He gripped his shaft and pumped it, but soon realized he didn’t want to come by his own hand. He wanted to be inside Molly.
Glancing over his shoulder again, he saw her watching Julian fuck him. Her lips were parted, her eyelids half closed. Her pretty nipples pouted as if begging for someone to suck them.
Lane reached toward her with one hand. “C’mere, Molly.”
“My God,” Lane mumbled when Julian began to move. Even with all the wild positions he and Julian had found themselves in with Claire, Lane had never experienced fucking and being fucked at the same time.
Incredible.
It took a bit of fumbling, but Lane soon established a rhythm with Molly and Julian. When Lane pulled back from Molly, Julian’s cock slid forward into his ass. He pushed forward into Molly until only Julian’s head remained inside him, then repeated the movement.
Sweat dripped off Lane’s nose and formed in the small of his back. Molly’s heart thumped against his chest, keeping time with his rapid heartbeat. She released her legs and wrapped them around his waist, her arms around his shoulders.
“Harder, Lane.” Molly’s soft breath on his neck made him shiver, despite the heat in his body. “Fuck me harder.”
Lane pounded into Molly, Julian pounded into him. Molly came first, her internal walls clasping his shaft. Julian gripped Lane’s hips tighter and released a loud moan. The pulsing of Julian’s cock deep inside him pushed Lane over the edge. Pleasure engulfed his body, running through his arms and legs and out the head of his cock.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed when Julian slowly withdrew from his ass and collapsed on the bed beside them. Lane lifted up to his elbows, but that was all the movement he could manage. He glanced at Julian to see him lying on his back, one arm over his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Lane knew exactly how Julian felt. He doubted he’d be able to breathe normally again anytime soon.
Lane gazed down at Molly’s face. She looked so pretty in the candlelight…her eyes soft, her skin golden, her hair a burnished copper. Something seemed to squeeze his heart, an emotion he’d never felt for anyone but Julian.
I can’t feel anything for Molly. This ménage was for her, to fulfill her fantasy. I can’t let myself hope that it could lead to something permanent with her and Julian.