Just What She Wants

by Barbara Elsborg

  “Apart from the major concern I’m about to spurt all over the bed?”

  “You’re not the only one. Maybe we should play with her for a while.”

  “Not sure that’s going to help. Those breasts. She’s so soft.” He moaned. “And you’re so hard.”

  She bounced back into the room with condoms and lube. How about that? Marc stowed everything on the bedside table, and she settled between them.

  “So,” he mumbled and trailed his finger from her shoulder to her nipple and circled it. Kyle did the same thing but with his tongue. When she reached for their cocks, they groaned in unison.

  “We’re too close,” Marc muttered.

  “I want to do something,” she whispered.

  Kyle lifted his head. “Whatever you want. Anything. Honestly. Just say it. So long as it doesn’t involve getting off the bed until we’ve all come.”

  “I want to suck you both off at the same time.”

  He let out a choked laugh. “Fine. Should take about thirty seconds. Do I get to choose what we do then?”

  “I’ll think about it,” she said and slid down the bed. Then she lifted her head and stared at them. “Thirty seconds?”

  “Angel, imagine you’re on a ten meter diving board and losing your balance. You know the moment is coming when you’re going to fall. Well, I’m there.” Marc sucked in a breath as she licked from the root of his cock to the tip. “Going to enjoy the fall though. Jesus.”

  She wrapped her hands around the roots of their shafts and used just sufficient pressure to stave off the inevitable, and as Kyle kissed him, he sank into bliss. Hot little fingers stroked upward, squeezing the swollen crown of his cock before sliding down to tighten at the base. Orgasm simmered in his head, and they kissed more deeply as Indie wove her magic a few feet below.

  She lapped at his balls, pulling one then the other into her mouth, sucking and releasing until he gasped against Kyle’s lips, thinking he couldn’t stand it another moment. But almost as if she knew how close he was, she took her mouth off him and worked on Kyle.

  He adored looking at their faces, his partner’s eyes closed, his lips a little way apart, his Adam’s apple lurching in his throat as he swallowed. Indie had her eyes open, an intent smile on her face as she licked and sucked and lapped at them.

  She dragged their cocks together, rubbing them one against the other, the friction torture, stomach clenching, yet perfect. His cock swelled, jerked once in a useless act of warning and he lost what little control he had.

  “I—” was all he managed before lightning struck.

  Orgasm hit the back of his skull like a bullet, shot down his spine and ignited his balls. He forced his eyes to stay open. Indie had him deep in her mouth, his cock head touching her throat, and he emptied himself between her lips in long juddering spurts. Oh Christ. Much as he loved blowjobs from Kyle, this was different, special, fucking hot. She let him loose, his cum slipped from her mouth, and he thought it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Then Kyle stiffened as she swallowed him down impossibly far. And that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

  Indie collapsed onto her back and the guys hauled her up the bed until her head lay between theirs. They both leaned over to lick cum from her lips.

  “Words fail me,” Marc said.

  Kyle chuckled. “It’s a miracle. You’ve found a way to shut him up.”

  Marc groaned. “She can do that anytime.”

  She could feel their hands inching down her body, teasing, drawing patterns, and the breath caught in her throat. When their fingers inched between her legs, she groaned.

  “Oh God, you’re soaking,” Kyle muttered. “And here I thought we were having all the fun.”

  She gasped when a fingertip settled on her clit, the circular touch sheer bliss. Kyle kissed her, his tongue fucking her mouth as fingers slid back and forth between her folds, striking her clit on every pass. They pulled her legs further apart, and he shifted his mouth to her throat and onto her breast and Marc followed. Overwhelmed by sensation, every sense overloaded, her body streamed toward orgasm, her clit throbbing. Someone’s mouth licked her swollen folds; soft hair meant it was Kyle, and she flew, wailing at the deep stabs of pleasure.

  Even before she’d floated down, they’d changed places and Marc licked at her sex, dipping his tongue into her, his chin brushing her ultra-sensitive clit.

  “I can’t….” she gasped.

  “Yeah, you can,” Kyle said. “Come for him too.”

  She thought she couldn’t, but heat built again until a spark became a flame and the flame turned into fire.

  “Oh God,” she muttered.

  Her muscles clenched once, and her body went as taut as a bow as orgasm grew and grew. Air became trapped in her climax-frozen lungs, and the world seemed to stop for a long moment. She fell apart with a sob and then the guys held her tight, pressing her between them, keeping her safe, soothing her, stroking her, kissing her.

  “I’m really worried.” Marc pressed his face into her hair.

  When he gave a heavy sigh, she tried not to stiffen. She told herself not to ask, but couldn’t help it. “Why?”

  “How the hell are we going to tear ourselves away from you to do our jobs? How are we going to decide what we do to you next? How are we going to find time to eat?”

  “Marc not eating is really serious,” Kyle said.

  She laughed. “Hours to go before morning. Though you’ll have to work hard to keep me awake. My body clock’s five hours ahead of yours.”

  “Doesn’t matter if you fall asleep,” Marc said. “Well, not as long as he’s playing with you at the time. If you fall asleep while I have my cock in you, I’ll be devastated. Probably never recover from the trauma.”

  She gulped. “So…er…maybe I’d better have both your cocks in me at the same time.”

  Kyle’s shaky exhalation hit her cheek.

  Marc didn’t blink. “We’ve never done that,” he muttered.

  A surge of pleasure rippled through her. The first time for all of them. “Me neither.”

  “We’re not small, Indie,” Kyle whispered. “You sure?”

  “I trust you. I know the word to make you stop. Er…did we settle on pineapple? I can’t remember.”

  “Stop is fine.” Marc smiled.

  “Okay,” she said. “Ready, steady, go.”

  They pounced on her like lions. Kyle latched onto one nipple, and Marc licked the other. She groaned and her back arched, pushing her breasts farther into their mouths.

  “Oh shit, I love your breasts.” Marc fluttered his tongue over her nipple.

  Their hands settled on her hips to hold her down, their fingertips touching on her belly. She could feel them growing hard against her thighs as they tormented her with their mouths. Breathing became tricky, and weird little sounds escaped her lips as she felt the pressure of orgasm starting again. Again?

  A touch with one long finger between her legs and she crashed and unraveled.

  “Oh God, God.” She shook with the intensity of the vibrations rolling through her.

  Kyle chuckled. “It’s like lighting a firework. One touch and you explode, and it’s so beautiful. You’ve no idea how sexy you are.” He stared at her.

  No one had ever called her sexy before and suddenly she felt sexy.

  They played with every inch of her until she didn’t think they’d left much unexplored. Their mouths followed their fingers, licking her skin and then blowing warm air over the wet patch to make her shiver. It felt as though every cell in her body had been super-charged with energy, and she fizzled ready to explode.

  Their thick, heavy shafts brushed against her, the wet tips leaving trails of silky precum on her thighs, but every time she tried to touch them, they stopped her.

  “We want to be inside you,” Kyle whispered.

  “We don’t have enough control yet to let you play with us again,” Marc said. “Maybe we never will. You’re irresistible.”

 
; Their hands wandered everywhere, tongues licked everywhere. They brought their fingers for her to taste the salty-sweet mix of the three of them, and her head swam with longing for them to push inside her. They positioned her so she straddled Kyle who lay on his back, and he brought her breasts to his mouth with a quiet moan. Marc crouched behind her, his hands on her butt. When he spread her butt cheeks and licked her asshole, she jerked and stopped breathing. His hot, wet tongue circled her pucker over and over, and she thought she’d pass out until Kyle cupped her face and kissed her back to life.

  When Marc’s lubed finger joined his tongue, gently breeching the ring of muscle, she began to shake and clutched Kyle harder. Almost as if the men’s brains worked in sync, they kissed and finger fucked in the same rhythm. She knew it might never happen again, her chance to do just what she wanted, prevented by no one, not even herself, and she overflowed with happiness.

  She floated, dimly aware of condoms being fitted, and then Marc lifted her to bring her down on Kyle’s cock as he held it ready. The expression on Kyle’s face, his glazed eyes, the way his breathing stuttered, all wound her tighter. Marc bit down on her shoulder as the rounded cock head touched her folds and she gasped. As she sank down on Kyle, his hands grasped her hips and he rocked into her. The long slide of his rigid length dragged a deep sigh from her lips and then they were locked tight together.

  “Christ,” Kyle muttered. “Oh Christ. I have to move. Just a couple of times. God.”

  He fucked her in measured strokes, and with each thrust he exhaled. She could do nothing but enjoy the sensation, the fullness, the warmth. She hadn’t the energy to even think. When he pulled her forward onto his chest and stroked her back, she snuggled against him.

  “Sweet Indiana,” he whispered. “Relax, angel.”

  Marc’s finger returned to circle her asshole, pressing and teasing until she felt it slide inside. The slight burn vanished so fast, she might have imagined it. Now she lay still and waited.

  “Okay?” he whispered.

  “Yep.” More than okay. Excited, exhilarated and eager.

  She felt another finger pierce her and sucked in a breath.

  “I can feel your dick,” Marc whispered.

  “So can I.” She clenched her muscles around Kyle’s cock and he gasped.

  “If you don’t hurry up and get inside her, doing this together isn’t going to happen.” His face was tense with strain.

  Marc chuckled, pulled back his fingers and pressed the head of his shaft against her anus.

  “You’re enormous. Damn, I meant to think it, not say it,” she mumbled.

  Marc laughed. “No urge to yell pineapple or pomegranate?”

  “No. But maybe we ought to have a better word than stop.”

  “Stop is fine,” Kyle blurted. “Get on with it, please.”

  “Push back against me as though you’re trying to keep me out,” Marc said.

  She frowned. “That doesn’t sound right.”

  Marc groaned. “Trust us. We’re experts.”

  She pushed against his cock as he pressed into her. Muscles burned as they stretched, and she chewed her lip against the bite of pain knowing it wouldn’t last. He slid the rest of the way inside her until he pressed up tight against her butt.

  All three of them groaned. Oh God, I’ve done it. She’d felt full before, but this was something different. Better. The pain had gone and her entire body tingled. Marc leaned over her back to put his face close to theirs and he kissed them both. She could feel him trembling.

  “Anytime now would be good,” Kyle grunted.

  Marc began to move. Kyle took his cue and sank into her as his partner pulled back. She imagined them feeling each other through the thin membrane separating the two channels of her body. Every movement they made sent ribbons of heat fluttering through her. She clenched around their cocks and they gasped. Kyle panted, staring into her eyes, his fingers digging in her hips right next to Marc’s.

  “You okay?” she gasped. “Not hurting you?”

  Kyle released a strangled laugh. “I’m not going to complain about my leg while we’re doing this. I can’t even think about it while we’re doing this.”

  Their strokes turned harder and faster and she found it difficult to breathe.

  Don’t… “Stop.” As both guys froze, she knew she’d not managed to articulate the first word. “Don’t…” stop. Shit, shit, shit. She reached for their hands and clung to them. “Don’t stop.” Arrghh. Third time lucky.

  “Sure?” Kyle whispered.

  “Don’t stop.” Better.

  Even better when they began to move again and she whimpered her pleasure.

  “Christ.” Marc panted onto her shoulder. “This feels so…good. Indie’s all hot and tight, and your cock sliding against mine, I can’t…oh fuck.”

  Her body climbed toward release. More. Harder. Faster. But words hovered out of reach.

  Their rhythm stuttered and they both surged into her together. The feeling of fullness overwhelmed her. She drifted onto another plane where sensation reigned. The sound of their ragged breathing, the slap of wet flesh, the feel of their fingers, their cocks, the smell of sex, everything combined to pull her to completion.

  She came first in a shower of white-hot darts and knew she’d dragged them with her. Kyle stiffened and shuddered and then Marc choked back a cry and convulsed against her.

  “I won,” Marc blurted.

  “I think we all did,” Kyle said with a laugh.

  Chapter Six

  They washed and cuddled her, and she loved it so much she had to fight very hard not to cry. She’d come to a place specializing in nights like this but that didn’t mean to say they’d want to spend another one with her. They lay together on the bed, and she refused to let herself fall asleep even though she was exhausted. No way would she miss one minute.

  “How does your leg feel?” she asked Kyle.

  “A lot better. I think doctors have missed a trick. Physio should obviously be followed by energetic and stupendous sex.” She laughed and he stroked her face before pulling her into his arms. “You do realize we can’t let you go?”

  Marc moved up to her back and wrapped his arms around the pair of them. “Ever,” he whispered.

  The lump in her throat threatened to choke her. After one night? But deep down she knew just as they did they had something special.

  “I’m not allowed to stay in the US and work,” she whispered.

  “We’ll get you a green card,” Marc said. “We’re only contracted to run Heden for another month while Kyle convalesces. He was the architect. I’m the HR guy. We’ll do something together, the three of us.”

  “Really?” She gulped and settled on her back between them.

  “Really.” Marc kissed her. “Let’s go to our apartment, and I’ll cook you breakfast and then we can go back to bed.”

  ***

  When she stepped into their living room, she froze at the sight of a Christmas tree laden with lights and baubles, presents stacked beneath. Memories of a year ago flooded back and along with those memories came the knowledge this wouldn’t last either. What she had now with Marc and Kyle was doomed before it had even started.

  “Champagne.” Marc headed for the kitchen.

  She forced herself to take another step into the room. Kyle moved up behind her and wrapped her in his arms.

  “Okay?” He rested his chin on her head.

  She’d leave them in a week, spend the next week crying, and fly home. That was her future.

  When Marc walked into the room carrying three glasses and a bottle, his face fell.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I forgot,” Kyle said. “Heden doesn’t do Christmas. We might, but not the resort.”

  He pulled her to the couch and they sat either side of her.

  “Why don’t you like Christmas?” Kyle asked.

  “Something happened,” she mumbled.

  “What happened?” Marc asked. “
You’re not allowed to go quiet on us. I’ve had too many months of that from idiot guy.”

  She took a deep breath. “Last Christmas I turned my bedsit into a winter wonderland. I sprayed fake snow on the window, made dozens of paper snowflakes, and hung them from the ceiling. The tree was a real one. Too big but I made it fit. I’d bought lots of presents and filled the fridge with all sorts of treats. All I needed to…to make it Christmas was the guy I’d been going out with for eleven months.”

  They took hold of her hands.

  “My parents died when I was a teenager. I don’t have any brothers or sisters. Spending Christmas with James was a big deal for me. I expected him to arrive at six on Christmas Eve. At seven I had a text to say he didn’t want to see me anymore.”

  Why did it still bloody hurt?

  “He said he’d won the lottery, wanted to explore the world and other women, and intended to spend Christmas with his parents.” She bit her lip. “I didn’t move until the following morning. I sat and stared at the Christmas tree and wished Santa was real and could make everything right again. Then I put all the presents in a sack to give to charity, threw the tree and everything on it away, ripped down the decorations, cleaned the window, tossed out the stuff in the fridge, and decided I’d never do Christmas again.”

  She gulped. “Damn. Didn’t mean to blurt all that out. Sorry. I’m okay now. Over him and everything, but he did spoil Christmas.”

  “Bastard,” Kyle spat.

  “Fucking bastard,” Marc said.

  “Fucking stupid bastard.” Kyle squeezed her fingers.

  “Fucking stupid asshole of a bastard.” Marc’s eyes blazed.

  “Yep,” she said and couldn’t help chuckling. “He was.”

  “We’re not,” they said at the same time.

  She smiled. “No, you’re not. You’re just what I want.”

  Epilogue

  Dear Madam Eve,

  Thank you so much for arranging the INS for my friend, Indie. She’s been so unhappy and now I can hear the sunshine back in her voice. You’re the best.