by Mari Carr
Two hands gripped her by the waist. She yelped, grabbing onto his wrists as her feet left the floor. With the next breath, she was sailing through the air. She landed on the bed and rolled once, coming to a stop on her stomach.
He’d thrown her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing.
Holy crap. Langston was strong.
Mina tossed her hair out of her eyes and looked over to see Langston and Rich standing side by side, both of them now shirtless.
“Safe word,” Rich said. “For the sake of Langston’s mental health.”
“Patriarchy.”
Rich rolled his eyes, and then looked at Langston. “She says ‘patriarchy,’ we stop. Anything else, we keep right on fucking her.”
Langston’s dick was hard—she could see the bulge in his jeans—but he hesitated. “What if she says—”
“Langston, honey, if you can’t get on board with my socially reprehensible desires, go wait in the other room.”
Langston’s eyes narrowed, and then he reached one long arm out.
Smack. She yelped as he spanked her ass. That hurt.
“Go get the lube and gloves,” Langston said to Rich.
Rich looked at her, grinning briefly before disappearing.
“You should have been more careful, sweetheart.” Langston climbed onto the bed.
Mina was breathing hard in anticipation. The urge to run was gone. That didn’t mean she wasn’t still anxious, even a little afraid. She was, and that made it even better.
Langston slid his hand over the butt cheek he’d just spanked. “Hurt?”
“A little.” She folded her arms under her cheek. “It was pretty good for a—”
He spanked her ass again, hard enough to make her jump, her words cut off mid-sentence.
Langston bent and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her ass, then nipped her. “My cock is so fucking hard for you.”
“I’ve been wet for you two since the bath. You’re both bastards for making me wait.”
“If you hadn’t run from me,” Rich said returning to the room, “I would already have your ass ready to be fucked.”
She turned her head, looking at the other side of the bed. Paper crinkled as Rich took the lube and gloves out of the bag. He very deliberately set the cold lube box on her back. She tried to turn over, but Langston swatted her ass again, though more gently.
Rich opened the box of gloves and passed one over to Langston. “Normally I don’t bother with gloves,” he said.
“I didn’t want to scare Langston,” Mina murmured. She was so turned on, she was starting to feel lightheaded.
“I’ve had anal sex before,” Langston grumped.
“Giving or receiving?” Mina asked.
He grunted and ran a hand up and down her back. “Giving.”
“When you’re talking double penetration, it’s always safest to make sure your girl is prepared,” Rich said. “And there’s plenty of lube. When you’re the only one fucking her, you control the pace and angles. When you add another guy—”
“Hurry up,” Mina all but sobbed.
“Get her up on her knees, and then spread her ass open for me,” Rich commanded.
Langston cupped her hips and lifted, as Mina scrambled to help him by putting her legs under her and rising up onto her elbows, then snagging a pillow and pulling it under her head.
Langston was kneeling beside her, but facing the end of the bed. He still had his jeans on, and she wished he was naked. Then she could lean over and bite him. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass—she could feel the rubbery feeling of the glove he wore on his right hand—and spread them.
Mina’s arousal cooled for a moment and a wave of first embarrassment and then vulnerability swept over her. Now was when it would have been nice to have the gentle lovers, but she’d pushed them past that.
She listened to Rich unbox and then open the lube. A second later, his slick finger stroked her anus. Mina tensed, back arching.
“You wanted it rough, darlin’.” Rich’s voice was low and hard. Unforgiving. Unrelenting.
“Relax,” Langston ordered. Mina hadn’t expected that from him, which made it all the hotter. “We’re going to open up this sweet ass so we can both fuck you.”
Rich’s finger rubbed lube all around her back entrance, then stilled, pressing gently against the center of the tight ring of muscle.
Mina turned her face into the pillow, no longer caring about her makeup, and then groaned as Rich applied pressure. Langston kneaded her ass cheeks, a reminder to relax. She exhaled into the pillow, only to catch her breath as Rich’s finger penetrated her.
A shiver worked its way from her butt to her shoulders and she couldn’t help but rock her hips from side to side. For her, anal sex was something that happened only when she was having a ménage.
“You’re tight,” Rich said matter-of-factly. “When was the last time someone used or fucked your ass?”
“Been months,” she mumbled into the pillow.
Langston released her cheeks, fisting his un-gloved hand in her hair and forcing her head up. “What was that?”
Mina licked her lips, feeling the pull at the front of her neck from the position. “It’s been months. Maybe six mon—ah!” She yelped as Rich drove his finger into her ass with one firm thrust.
She’d felt each knuckle as he entered her, and now his other fingers were brushing her pussy as he twisted his hand.
“Like that?” Rich asked.
“Yes.” The burning need was back, making her feel reckless and almost feral. “Put another finger in me.” She turned her head, ignoring the way her scalp burned since Langston still held her hair. “Or, Langston, you fuck me.”
Langston released her hair and leaned down to kiss her. This time the kiss was hard and rough, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. She sucked on him, wishing it was his cock.
Rich pulled his finger out of her ass, letting her muscles close tight before he penetrated her again. He worked her ass, periodically adding more lube, as Langston ravaged her mouth.
“Relax,” Rich ordered.
That was the only warning she got before Rich added a second finger. Her ass burned as he pushed the tip in, and Mina jerked her mouth away from Langston’s, not wanting to bite him involuntarily.
“Next time we’ll use graduated plugs,” Rich murmured. “They have a better taper than my fingers.”
Mina couldn’t answer. She was focused on the feel of his knuckles pressing against the outside of her anus.
“Langston, pass me the lube so I can get my knuckles in.”
“Then it’s my turn to work her ass.”
Cold lube dribbled over her butt crack. Rich withdrew his fingers, and then started pumping them in and out in a gentle rhythm.
“Why don’t you play with her pussy?” Rich said. “You get to fuck her ass.”
“And I’m going to play with it first,” Langston growled.
“Wait, wait,” Mina moaned.
Rich’s fingers stopped moving. “Mina?”
“If you’re going to fight,” she panted, “wait until I’m watching. And maybe lube up. Baby oil, not that lube.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Rich’s fingers withdrew. Crap, she’d been joking—well, half joking—but had she offended him?
Before that worry could take root, Rich’s fingers were back. “Wanton hussy,” he murmured. He sounded rather proud of her immodesty. “Langston, hold her hips.”
Langston grabbed her by the waist, and Rich tunneled his overlapped fingers deep into her ass with one long, relentless thrust. As his second knuckles passed into her, Mina cried out, delighted by the sweet burn.
“That’s right,” Rich murmured. “You’re almost ready for us, aren’t you?”
Langston’s hand came up between her thighs, fingertips dancing over her skin. He cupped her pussy, then dipped two fingers into her and spread her open. Cool air washed over her hot, wet core. Her clit throbbed with need.<
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“Ready, I’m ready,” she panted.
“My turn,” Langston demanded, voice hard.
Rich withdrew his fingers, causing her to cry out. The nerves in her ass seemed to have a direct connection to her clit.
The mattress shifted under her as the men moved around, and she heard the click of the lube’s cap.
“Her nipples haven’t gotten much attention,” Langston murmured.
“I can fix that.”
Rich slid one arm under her ribs and helped her straighten until she was kneeling but upright. She looked at him through a haze of lust and almost wept with relief when she saw he was now naked, a condom already on his cock. She reached for that nice, fat dick, but he twisted his hips out of the way.
“Ah, ah, ah, not yet.”
Rich sat on the bed, twisting at the waist so he could close his lips over her left nipple. Mina’s back arched and she slid her hands into his hair, holding him close to her breast.
“Relax,” Langston said behind her. “Try to relax your butt muscles.”
Mina wasn’t sure she could manage that, not when Rich was flicking her nipple with his tongue.
While Rich had been clinical when he’d worked her ass, Mina bent over, cheeks spread, Langston had to slide his thick fingers between her cheeks, gliding them up and down until he found her rear entrance.
Langston reached his other hand around her front, sliding it between her belly and Rich’s chest, and then once more he slipped two fingers into her pussy. This time he placed one fingertip on either side of her clit.
Mina fisted her hands in Rich’s hair. “I’m not going to last long once you start touching my clit.”
Her nipple made a popping noise as it slipped from Rich’s mouth. “Then we’ll make you come again,” he said, his words puffing over her wet skin.
Then three things happened simultaneously—Rich took her right nipple in his mouth, Langston inserted a finger into her ass, and the fingertips astride her clit squeezed together, pinching her.
Mina screamed and her world flashed dark, then blindingly white with ecstasy. The finger in her ass, the mouth—and now hand—on her nipples, and pressure on her clit combined with everything that had come before and took her higher than she’d ever known.
This moment of bliss was so much more than what was currently happening. More than the slow, warm foreplay or the rough anger-based arousal.
It was born of intimacy and connection.
Without them sandwiching her, she would have collapsed. She was ready to because nothing could ever be better than that orgasm.
Rich moved away from her breasts, but Mina kept her eyes closed, letting her mind linger as her pussy and ass continued to pulse in the aftermath.
“Put her on my lap,” Rich said, Texas thick in his voice.
Langston’s finger slid out of her ass—she heard the glove hit the floor somewhere beside the bed—and it was only then she realized that she’d just not only orgasmed, but experienced some paradigm shift, something she’d have to think about and dissect later.
Meanwhile, they were both still sporting raging hard-ons.
They’d just given her the best orgasm of her life, and their cocks hadn’t even been inside her yet.
Mina let Langston move her, finally blinking and forcing herself to focus as four strong hands helped her straddle Rich.
He was seated on the side of the bed, ass far enough back that she could plant her knees on either side of him. Tall as he was, his feet were on the floor.
The tip of his thick dick bobbed as he lay back. “Take me in your pussy.”
Mina wasted no time as she grabbed him, squeezing once just so she could hear him moan, then used her hand to hold his cock still, moving her hips into place. She rubbed her clit over the tip of his dick, and then slid the blunt, broad head to her entrance.
Langston reached around and delicately grasped each nipple. As she sank down onto Rich’s cock, Langston pinched, rewarding her with a sweet bite of pain.
Her pussy felt full and deliciously stretched once Rich was inside her. Mina panted, shifting a little just to feel him moving inside her.
“Now I’m going to take your ass,” Langston told her.
His hand between her shoulder blades forced her down, until she was lying on Rich’s chest. He reached down and grabbed her ass, spreading the cheeks open for Langston.
Mina pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along Rich’s neck.
Had she thought that last orgasm would be enough to satisfy her? She was a fool. She wanted more. She would never get enough of them.
“Hold still.” Rich released her ass long enough to smack it before spreading her open again.
She hadn’t even realized she was moving, rocking herself forward and back on his cock in small movements that were not in the least enough to satisfy her.
“Hold her still, I’m ready to fuck her ass.”
Rich lifted his head and bit her shoulder, like a stallion holding a mare in place, even as his hands spread her open wider.
Langston’s slick cock slid along the valley of her ass, then found its place at her entrance. She could hear his labored breathing, feel the way his fingers trembled as he braced his hands on her back while he stood beside the bed, between Rich’s knees.
With the first thrust, she tightened, an involuntary reflex. But his cock was hard, insistent. Forcing her to yield to him.
“Let me in,” Langston panted. “Let me fuck your sweet ass while Rich is inside your pussy.”
Mina took a breath, and then slowly released it. As she did, Langston thrust in, sinking deep into her body.
“I can feel that,” Rich growled. He let go of her ass and gripped her thighs, hard enough she hoped she’d have bruises. “Langston, if you don’t start moving, I’m going to—”
Langston withdrew and thrust in, going deeper. Mina rocked forward, her body sliding up Rich’s cock. Langston withdrew partway, and Rich pushed her hips back and down, his cock sliding deeper into her sex.
Mina was helpless, wonderfully so. All she could do was enjoy and accept as they fucked her, Langston’s thrusts causing her to rise up Rich’s cock, only for him to push her back onto his dick.
With each pass, Langston entered her a little deeper. The man’s cock was ridiculously long. With each duo of thrusts they started to go faster, finding a rhythm that synched all of them together.
Again and again their thick cocks filled her, one in her ass, the other in her pussy.
“How close? Can’t hold on,” Langston panted.
“Close,” Rich replied. “Mina, can you come again?”
“Maybe. But I need one of you to play with my clit.”
Rich adjusted, sliding one hand between them, managing to get the tip of one finger onto her clit. Now each time she rocked, her clit rubbed over his finger. It was maddening because the pressure wasn’t constant, but it was predictable. Like a drumbeat getting steadily faster, her pleasure rose both in volume and intensity. They were fucking her fast and hard now. Below her, Rich was damp with sweat, and Langston’s breathing was labored.
She didn’t just want this, them. She needed it.
God. She loved them.
That thought flashed hot and terrifying across her brain the moment her orgasm flared to life. Like a lit match, there was a sizzle as it started, and then she was burning. Her body flushed with heat, muscles clenching down around the cocks in her ass and pussy.
Behind her, Langston cried out, pistoning into her ass, the rhythm lost, but the sense of deep connection stronger than ever.
A moment after that, Rich arched his back, lifting her. She watched the muscles in his jaw and neck clench, listened to the small, wild sounds he made as he lost himself to pleasure.
Tears prickled her eyes, though why she felt like crying, she didn’t know. Maybe it was just another expression of the incredible release.
Or maybe it was her body and mind’s way of accepting that this—this triad,
this intensity—was a fleeting thing.
Mina didn’t want to think or worry. There would be plenty of time for that later. With an effort of will, she pushed away everything but the lingering pleasure, a pleasure that remained steady as Langston withdrew, helped to lift her off Rich’s cock, and then placed her on the center of the bed. They crawled in on either side of her, and together, and in silence, they slowly spun back down to earth.
Chapter Eighteen
Rich raised his head and looked over at where Mina and Langston lay. They were both breathing heavily enough that he was sure they were deeply asleep. He wished he were the same. He should have been dead to the world after that incredible sex, but he felt unsettled.
Carefully, he slid out of bed, and then pulled the covers up so Mina’s lovely bare shoulder wouldn’t get cold. He pulled on pants, then circled around to the other side of the bed and adjusted the blanket over Langston, too.
His husband shifted, rolling onto his back, but didn’t wake.
His husband.
Fuck.
This was why he couldn’t sleep.
The longer the three of them were together, the more he felt the rightness of this. They were meant to be a trinity.
He left the bedroom, pausing long enough to snag a discarded shirt, which turned out to be Langston’s.
“Fuck it.” He put it on. It smelled like Langston.
Rich made sure the bedroom door was closed before turning on the light in the living area. He glanced at the bar, then went and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He’d have a drink, which would mellow him out enough that he’d be able to sleep, and while he waited for that to kick in, he’d read his email.
The good part about being the boss was that, at least with the way his corporate structure was set up, he wasn’t integral to the day-to-day operations. He charted the course, but he had vice presidents, as well as the CEOs of various subsidiary companies, to actually navigate and man the ships.
When he’d been called to Boston the first time, he’d told his assistant he was going to investigate a new business opportunity, and that he was going low to no communication, but would periodically check email. His assistant would make sure to flag anything that needed his immediate attention, and also run interference as to his whereabouts.