Treble

by Desiree Holt, Lisabet Sarai, Lily Harlem, Elizabeth Coldwell, Wendi Zwaduk, Imari Jade

Despite my anxiety I was intrigued at the suggestion. The thought of just dropping down and impaling myself on his cock was so naughty, so shocking that my pussy clamped shamelessly at the idea.

  “I will help you,” Nari said, hooking his suntanned arms beneath my armpits as though giving me a harness.

  Ricardo was touching my ass again, smoothing the globes of my cheeks, separating them. I stared into Nari’s eyes and sank a little. Ricardo’s cock brushed my bottom.

  “That’s it,” Ricardo said. “A little more so I can get into position.”

  I dropped lower and the wide, smooth crown of his cock butted against my asshole.

  “Hold yourself open,” Ricardo instructed. “Offer yourself to me.”

  Suspended over Ricardo by Nari’s sturdy arms, I reached down, gripped my cheeks and tugged them apart, separating myself for Ricardo. The gesture seemed so rude and crude, demeaning and exhilarating… I sank a fraction farther, wanting more. Instantly I was aware of a pressure on my anus—hard, unmoving, impossibly wide pressure.

  “Relax, angel, relax,” Nari said, his lips moving over my cheek to nibble at my ear.

  It was hard to relax when I had a maelstrom of sensations besieging me…a lot of desire, a little fear, a whole pile of longing.

  “Just sink down and I will be inside you,” Ricardo said, his voice strained, his fingertips tightening on my hips.

  I did as he asked.

  The moment of his penetration was exquisite. Sharply erotic, it generated a furious whack of desire through my entire pelvis.

  “Oh, yes, ah, ah,” I moaned softly into Nari’s neck. “Is he in?”

  “Yes,” Nari murmured. “You’re doing great.”

  I dropped a little more, allowing myself to adjust to the stretching, burning sensation as I took his thick cock deeper.

  “Si, si, so good,” Ricardo gasped, his fingers rubbing more cool lube into the sore, taut skin of my sphincter. “Sit all the way, take me, take me into your body.”

  I trembled in Nari’s grip and impaled myself some more. A guttural moan rumbled up from deep in my chest. Pleasure was overriding my senses. Pleasure…and the need to come.

  “Oh, God,” I said, finally releasing my buttocks to try and reach my clit. “I need…I need…here, too.” I couldn’t manoeuvre enough to touch myself.

  “I’ll help you,” Nari said, sliding one of his hands from under me but keeping firm support there with the other. “You just need to sit all the way and then I can help you.”

  Ricardo’s pubic hair was tickling my butt so I knew I wasn’t far from being completely invaded by him. I felt so full, so impacted with cock, I didn’t know if I could take any more. But I wanted to.

  “Si, si, more, baby,” Ricardo panted. He was perfectly still beneath me. Somewhere in my befuddled state, I admired his fierce self-control. The need to thrust into me must be agonising for him.

  I placed my hands on the arms of the chair, braced myself and sat completely down on Ricardo’s cock until my butt was touching his lower belly. I cried out. At the same time my back fell on to Ricardo’s chest. It had been so long since I’d felt such exquisite fullness. Having a man in my bottom was so primal and made me feel so violated. But Ricardo, like Dale, also made me feel adored and respected, with pleasure the only goal.

  Ricardo curled his arms around me and reached for my breasts. He began to knead them in a slow, firm rhythm.

  I death-gripped the arms of the chair. “My clit,” I gasped looking pleadingly at Nari. I needed more. I needed my greedy knot of nerves stimulated to turn the stressed discomfort at my anus into erotic pleasure. I was so expanded, so taut, and the very back section of my portal was on fire.

  “I’m here,” Nari said, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Open up.”

  I spread my legs as best I could within the confines of my position. Instantly his hands were on my pussy, stroking the soft folds and searching out my clit.

  Dropping my head against Ricardo’s cheek, I shut my eyes and became lost in the heady world the two beautiful pianists had taken me to. Only sensation existed—touches and caresses and all the time, their music rang through my ears.

  Nari lifted my legs to place my knees over Ricardo’s thighs, opening me farther for his eyes and his touch. “You look so beautiful like this,” he crooned, the pads of his fingers circling my clit. “Ricardo’s dick has stretched your tiny body so much…so, so much.” His fingertips brushed over the smooth skin between my entrance and my anus. “You are all quivering and thin around him. You couldn’t take any bigger, angel.”

  When I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw his face dipping between my legs, his tongue poked out to take over where his fingers had left off. I groaned as he made contact with my clitoris and jerked my hips slightly, which elicited a gasp from Ricardo.

  “Oh, oh yes, yes, yes,” I said, releasing one of the arms of the chair and clutching at Nari’s short hair. “Please, make me come, please.”

  Nari’s licks grew determined, flicking over my clit, suckling and rotating…building me up. He added his fingers to his ministrations, shoving two, maybe three, deep into my soaking pussy.

  I called out in bliss and tugged at his shiny hair. His fingers stabbed in and out, fucking me harder.

  My orgasm claimed me with ferocious speed, shunting the air from my lungs as my whole pelvis convulsed and went into spasm. Floating on a cloud of ecstasy, I became aware of Ricardo’s cock pumping within me. I wasn’t the only one climaxing.

  “Ah, Mother of Mary,” he groaned, his fingers clamping like pincers on my breasts. “Sweet heaven above and all the angels.”

  My entire body was shaking, quaking and trembling, my breaths tortured and fast. Nari slowed his fingers, reduced the use of his tongue to a gentle lapping, and carefully and considerately brought me down from my high.

  My body sagged against Ricardo, seeming to melt against him. His cock softened slightly but I could still feel him deep in my rectum. I shut my eyes and was greeted with blackness, a deep, dark well of carnal satisfaction.

  My God, these men are talented.

  Chapter Four

  Nari eased me from Ricardo then held my weak body in his arms.

  “Did that feel good,” he asked, kissing me softly and sweetly with spiced lips that tasted of me.

  “Yes,” I said, “More than good, it was amazing.”

  “You are very special,” Ricardo said, standing behind me and dropping a kiss into my hair. “The perfect woman to share the pleasure of three with.”

  “Mmm,” I managed, feeling utterly sated. “Pleasure of three, perfect.”

  Nari laughed. “I think we have fucked her into a trance, Ricardo.”

  I fluttered my eyes closed…all I could think of was sleep. My bottom felt empty but scorched, my pussy a swollen mass of satisfaction. The music still playing was dreamy and floaty like a lullaby.

  “Let’s lay her on the bed,” Ricardo said, swinging me up into his arms. “We could probably all do with a siesta.”

  * * * *

  I awoke to find dusk filling the room with pink and purple light. My first thought was to use the toilet. After easing up from between the sleeping bodies of Nari and Ricardo, I tiptoed into the bathroom and shut the door. Even in the bathroom, the gentle piano music from Nari’s iPod still played through the speakers.

  After relieving myself, I washed up and stared in the mirror. I looked like a completely wanton supermodel. My hair was bed-tousled and my makeup smudged. My lips and breasts appeared a little swollen and bruised.

  I ran my hands down my body. My hips were tender from being gripped but there was no sign of any marks…yet!

  Spotting a still-wrapped complimentary toothbrush, I took advantage and quickly scrubbed at my teeth. The hotel body lotion smelt nicely of almond and ginger. Slopping a generous dollop into my palm, I set about slathering my body in it. Mmm, the scent made me hungry again.

  Eventually I headed out of the bathroom, inte
nt upon finding caviar and champagne.

  I stopped in my tracks.

  My jaw slackened and my breath hitched.

  Nari and Ricardo were awake.

  Nari and Ricardo were on the bed, kissing—passionately. An animalistic mating of mouths, as if they were having a battle for control. Their limbs were wound together, tangled and twisting. Big, long hands smoothed and explored hard, tense bodies.

  I went to speak but couldn’t. Went to move but was glued to the floor. The need to watch them was irresistible, compelling.

  But why was I so surprised? Two talented musicians who composed and played together like a single person and who travelled the world performing and being adored were bound to have a very special connection.

  Of course they are lovers.

  My brain whirred. It wasn’t like they were homosexual. They were bi. They’d proven that much to me this afternoon…but what about their videos? The sexy, sultry images that had the world talking about Ingresso Livello. No one would ever guess that they were into both, that they swung both ways. They were so fiercely masculine, so saturated in testosterone…but now, of course, it was that very fact that made them all the more erotic for me to watch.

  Legs slightly weak, I walked to the chair and sat down, tilting my head and continuing to observe their fierce kissing and writhing bodies.

  Suddenly Ricardo pushed at Nari, sending him over onto his stomach. Between one breath and the next, Ricardo had dragged Nari to the end of the bed and bent him over—Nari’s rump stuck in the air, his arms were locked beneath him and his head hung low.

  Ricardo looked over at me and stared for a moment with an expression of mild confusion.

  Then he grinned and slapped Nari on the butt, hard and stinging. The sound sliced through the room, and I knew the slap would have hurt like hell.

  Nari jerked forward but didn’t cry out.

  Ricardo soothed the already burning red mark with his palm, but only for a second, because then he rained down a blow on Nari’s other cheek.

  This time Nari yelped as the air was forced from his lungs with the strength of the blow. He jerked his head upwards.

  My butt tingled and I winced for him.

  “Shh,” Ricardo said, again soothing the mark.

  I realised that there had been a shift in power between them. When I had first met Nari and Ricardo at the shoot, Nari had seemed to be the forceful one, the one with the ideas and opinions. It was he who instructed Ricardo and expected to be obeyed. But it appeared that in the bedroom the power control switched to Ricardo. Nari was submissive, bent before him with his long, muscular body trembling, quivering—offered up for Ricardo’s pleasure.

  Ricardo smoothed his hand down the cleft in Nari’s ass the way he had mine, his fingers shiny with lube, which must have been within reach on the bed.

  I trembled a little as he shoved two of his thick fingers into Nari’s anus. Nari groaned and dropped his head down again. I studied his cock, erect and bobbing, the slit shiny with pre-cum. Despite his yelps and groans, he was thoroughly enjoying having Ricardo dominate and invade him.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard today…really hard,” Ricardo said through gritted teeth. “You think you can take it?”

  “Si, oh God, si,” Nari moaned, arching his back, offering his puckered hole higher.

  Ricardo pulled his fingers from Nari’s ass and fisted his own massively swollen erection. He positioned the head of his cock at Nari’s entrance, wiggling it slightly to make sure he had purchase at the very centre of the clenched sphincter. Then in a sudden, fast penetration, he slammed into Nari’s ass.

  Nari yelled out. His neck snapped up.

  “Take it,” Ricardo snarled. “Take it all.”

  I hardly recognised the sweet, calm, controlled lover who had taken me in the ass so carefully and reverently. Now he was wild, animalistic, pleasure his only destination whatever the means of getting there.

  “Oh, God, harder, faster,” Nari shouted out, fisting the bedsheets. “Give me everything you’ve got. I can take it.”

  Ricardo grunted, gripped Nari’s shoulders and dragged him back onto his impalement with a violent thrust. His teeth were bared and as he pumped wildly I could see the dimple in his right buttock dipping and filling, dipping and filling. Both men’s bodies were glistening with sweat, their acres of perfect golden skin rippling beneath the surface with the effort of their joining.

  Nari reached down and fisted his cock, began to pump it, masturbating as Ricardo fucked him.

  A naughty idea sprang into my head. I wanted to be part of their mating, part of their ecstasy.

  Rising, I licked my lips, stepped to the end of the bed and caught Ricardo’s eye.

  His gaze was misted, possessed.

  “Can I suck his cock?” I asked.

  Without a pause in his thrusting, Ricardo nodded. Then he tipped back his head and shut his eyes.

  I sank to my knees, just managing to fit between the bed and Nari’s body.

  Wrapping my hands around his turgid erection, I bumped against his moving fist.

  He looked down at me, his expression one of pain and ecstasy. “Ah, bella, Tiffany, angel, yes, si, si.”

  I smiled and licked my lips. He stilled his hand, gripping the root of his cock. Excitement coursed through my veins as I tipped forward and took the head into my mouth. He hissed above me, cupped my nape and held me firm.

  With my head held prisoner, Ricardo’s thrusting sent Nari rushing in. Quickly relaxing my jaw and throat, I clung to his thighs. His cock was so thick and long, and tasted musky and masculine on my palate.

  “Suck it hard, Tiffany, no mercy,” Ricardo ordered. “It’s how he likes it, hard and rough. Use your teeth.”

  Nari groaned and his legs muscles trembled beneath my palms. I let my teeth graze his shaft as he pumped in and out, increasing the tension as he moaned in tortured bliss. I was entrenched in their joining, invested in giving back to them the exquisiteness of my earlier climax—returning the giddily euphoric favour.

  The already wild pace picked up and I was almost knocked over. If Nari hadn’t been holding me, I would have been a heap on the floor, but his hand on my neck kept me attached to him. There was nothing gentle or romantic about their fucking—it was violent and feral, as if they were angrily seeking a pleasure that they were frustrated they even needed.

  Salty fluid began to seep from Nari’s cock. He hardened further, his slit widening.

  “Cazzo, cazzo, now!” Ricardo shouted.

  Nari yelled out, his fingers dug into my scalp and he poured his seed into my mouth. I gulped and swallowed, breathing impossible. More and more came, his cock pulsating and sliding deeper and deeper. My head began to spin, my eyes blurred.

  Ricardo grunted, stilled and then he was shouting in his own language, loud and uninhibited. I pulled back and Nari released me, allowing me to drag in a lungful of air. Gasping, I stared up into his face as his lover filled him with his desire. Nari’s expression was one of pure bliss, beads of sweat had formed in his stubble, his eyes were tight shut and his mouth hung slackly open.

  As suddenly as the whole thing had started, it was over. Ricardo must have pulled his cock from Nari, because he stepped away, leaving me kneeling in front of Nari, who appeared frozen.

  I slid to the side, stood and touched Nari’s shoulder. “Are you all right?”

  He straightened, opened his eyes and turned to me, his mouth tilted into a smile. “Never better.”

  Ricardo appeared on his other side and stroked his finger down Nari’s cheek. “I’m sorry if we surprised you,” he said, looking at me.

  I shrugged. “Not much surprises me anymore. I’m grateful when something does.”

  Nari grinned then his lips whispered over mine. “Thank you,” he murmured. “That was a wonderful orgasm.”

  He kissed me, hot and open-mouthed, his tongue tangling with mine. Ricardo wound his arm around my waist and suddenly his mouth was there, too…his t
ongue, his lips, his teeth.

  I sighed and let myself get lost in the wonderfully sensual three-way kiss.

  Chapter Five

  “Darling, people are already in a fluster about this one. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me until after the event.” Naomi was sitting next to me at an exclusive West End club wearing a racy Vivian Westwood number. It was the official release day of Il Piacere de Tre, though of course the video had hit the Internet ahead of time and was already drumming up considerable controversy.

  “I only found out about it myself an hour after I was supposed to be there,” I said, sipping a deliciously chilled glass of Cristal.

  She tutted. “How typical of you at the moment, and I have to say again…” She glanced at Ricardo and Nari, who were taking their seats at the next table along with several big wigs from the music industry, “You are one seriously lucky bitch. I’d writhe around with them any day. Whew, talk about drop dead gorgeous, those two could turn a nun to sin.”

  I studied them. It was the first time I’d seen Ingresso Livello since saying goodbye at The Savoy one month ago. Since then, I’d been proactive in trying to heal my broken heart. I’d been busy working in Paris and Milan, and had taken a trip to New York to visit my cousin and enjoy some retail therapy. I wasn’t sure it was working, though. I still missed Dale every minute of every day. It was as though something vital in my soul had been removed and I had no idea how to replace it.

  But Ingresso Livello were, as Naomi said, devastatingly gorgeous and every woman in the room was sneaking glances at them. Their finely tailored suits hung beautifully on their obscenely perfect bodies, their skin was flawless and tanned, and Ricardo had cut his hair a little shorter. It suited him.

  Their manager took to the stage and tapped a microphone. The hum of conversation died.

  “Thank you all for joining us this evening for the official releases of Ingresso Livello’s latest sublime track, Il Piacere de Tre,” he said with a self-important smile.

  There was a ripple of applause and Nari and Ricardo nodded in acknowledgement.