by Terry Towers
“Take her while I watch,” Zack growled as he began to slowly undress.
You didn’t have to tell me twice!
She gripped my dick in her dainty hand and began to stroke me, the sudden pleasure nearly brought me to my knees before her. But I quickly caught myself and grabbed her waist, hoisting her up and onto my hips. Walking a few steps, I laid her back against the hard, wooden table, positioning her so that her ass was at the edge. It creaked under her weight, but didn’t give way.
She released my cock and began to stroke her pussy. I couldn’t help but stand there a few minutes, mesmerized by the vision of her under me, her fingers working her clit and core as expertly as I worked the strings on a guitar.
Leaning forward, I kissed her stomach. “You look like you’re a pro at that, sweetie.”
She moaned and nodded. “I’ve had lots of practice.”
“I bet.” I placed another kiss, but this time a little lower.
“Fuck me!” she demanded, her free hand grasping my dick and beginning to gently stroke me.
“Fuckkk.” My stomach clenched as she directed my dick to the entrance of her now wet and glistening pussy. Removing her hand from her mound, she teased the head of my dick by sliding it back and forth between her soft, warm folds. Each pass made it harder and harder to resist slamming deep within her.
I took a glace to my left and discovered Zack was fully undressed and sitting on a chair, slowly jerking his dick with his eyes glued to what we were doing.
Wanting to give Zack a show and hear Violet scream my name, I batted her hand away from my cock. Sliding her ankles over my shoulders so I could have maximum penetration, I pressed it against her entrance. I hesitated a moment waiting for her to open her stunning green eyes, and once she did, I drove into her with all the force and passion I was feeling inside. Her eyes grew wide as she gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the table.
The feel of her hot, moist pussy stretching to accommodate my cock made me momentarily light-headed. I doubted I’d ever get enough of the feel of sinking deep within her.
~*~ TT ~*~
Violet
The initial penetration was complete and utter ecstasy. I moaned out my pleasure. We fit so perfectly together, like we were made for one another, his dick going deep, pushing my core to its limits to accommodate him. He began to move within me, each blissful thrust hitting my G-spot perfectly, sending rush upon rush of pleasure though me.
Then there was Zack. I looked over at where he was lounging in a chair, his eyes glued to us, his hand working his dick. I beckoned for him to come over. I wanted him near to me.
His hand slowed as his gaze locked onto mine. A wicked smile spread across his lips. “No baby, I’m watching…for now.”
I groaned out my frustration; why couldn’t he just do as told? But at the same time there was a level of eroticism that came with him watching that I’d never felt before.
“Hmmm, baby.” Dylan growled, pulling out of me completely. My attention focused back onto him and I yelped as he slid my legs down off his shoulders and flipped me around onto my stomach on the table. The table rocked but didn’t break from the force.
He didn’t hesitate for a second as he spread my pussy lips and plunged his shaft deep within me, making me scream out. I gripped the table, my body tensing as he punished my core with his dick. This wasn’t lovemaking, it was fast and hard fucking, and I was loving every second of it as the tension within me rose to nearly unbearable heights.
“Oh God, Dylan please!” I screamed out as the coil in my stomach became rock solid and an instant later broke, my core clenching around his dick.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he groaned, giving me one final thrust, his fingers digging painfully into my hips as he unloaded. Burst upon burst of his fluid entered me, mixing with my juices.
I expected him to stay embedded within me like he normally did, savoring the feel of my warmth around him, but he didn’t. Instead he promptly slid from me. My brows furrowed as I looked over my shoulder to see what was going on, only to see that Zack had taken Dylan’s spot.
“Are you ready for me baby?” Zack asked as he plunged into me. My answer was a groan as I lowered my head to the cool wooden surface of the table.
I wasn’t ready to take another ride, I needed a minute, but he wouldn’t give it to me. His thrusts were even more brutal then those of his bandmate. He was punishing me for having to watch, I knew it. But he’d chosen to watch.
“It’s not going to last long,” he growled, while jackhammering into me. “I almost came just watching you.”
My body trembled, the image of him pleasuring himself coming to my mind. Looking over to where Zack had been sitting, I noticed that Dylan had taken his place, his shaft still glistening from the combination of our climaxes.
I motioned for him. Unlike Zack, Dylan obeyed. He came to a stop just before the table, his erection bobbing. I didn’t hesitate, taking his dick into my mouth, cleaning off our juices.
Doing my best to pleasure Dylan, I was having a hard time concentrating. Zack’s dick was taking for a rapid ride up the summit. He was going to get me to come in record time at this pace.
“Your pussy is amazing, baby. So fucking good.”
I groaned around Dylan’s dick, causing a chain reaction and making him moan with me. I attempted to meet Zack’s thrusts but the position, spread-eagled onto the table, was making it next to impossible. I was at his mercy.
Releasing Dylan’s dick, I prepared myself for my second climax.
Just as I was about to reach the pinnacle of my desire the door opened.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!”
“Oh God!” Zack groaned, thrusting into me one final time and releasing, making my body convulse and me scream out as I came with him. Reaching my climax, I wasn’t able to fully enjoy it as I turned my head to the source of the voice and came eye to eye with Alyssa.
Oh fuck!
“I’m so, so sorry. The door wasn’t locked.” She spun around and quickly closed the door behind her.
“I’ll go talk to her,” Dylan said stepping away from me.
I groaned. “No. Let me.” What should have been a few minutes of basking in what the three of us had just experienced became a jumble of the three of us finding our clothing and getting dressed in a hasty fashion.
Once we were all presentable, I took a deep breath in and slowly released it. It’s not like Alyssa didn’t already know about us, but knowing and seeing were two entirely different things.
With my undergarments, dress, and shoes finally on, I ran to the door and flung it open to find Alyssa standing outside, finishing off a bottle of beer.
Hearing the door open, she looked up and out gazes met. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you guys…”
I could feel my cheeks burning as I approached her, with Dylan and Zack trailing behind. “It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
She laughed, “I could see that.” If it was possible for my cheeks to get any hotter then that comment would have done it. She nodded to the two men that I loved more than anything. “You guys really are a trio. The relationship between you all is real. I was having a hard time wrapping my head around it, but…”
A soft smile touched my lips as I looked over each shoulder and saw my two men behind me. “Yes, we are. It’s unorthodox, but it works…for us.”
Nodding, she returned my smile. “Then good for you. You deserve it.” She took a step toward me and then stopped. “I’d give you a hug but considering what I know just went on…” She shrugged. “Raincheck?”
Laughing, I nodded. “Definitely. Raincheck.”
Alyssa pointed at Dylan and then Zack. “You two take good care of her. If you don’t you’ll have to answer to me.”
Chuckling, my men came to my side, both slipping an arm around my waist.
“Noted.” Zack said, leaning down and kissing my temple. “I do love her, with everything in me, I do.”
“I as well.
” Dylan chimed in, giving me a little squeeze. “Hurting her is the last thing we’d ever do. We’re family, and always will be.”
I looked to Dylan and then to Zack. We were family. They were everything to me, my friends, my lovers, and most importantly…my family.
Epilogue
Two years later
Violet
“They’ll be fine, Violet, don’t worry.” Zack gave me a warm side hug as I looked down into the crib at our two beloved twin baby girls, Iris Wyatt-Hudson and Lily Kane-Hudson. We’d had a one-in-a-million pregnancy. We had fraternal twins, but with each twin having a different father. Our minds were still reeling because it had happened that way, though it couldn’t have been more perfect.
“I don’t know. They’ve never been alone without one of us with them.”
“They’re only four months old, baby,” Dylan said standing at my other side. “They’ll never know we’re gone and it’s only for the evening.”
I grimaced. “I don’t really need to go.”
“Go on, Violet. You’re being silly,” Alyssa said, pushing the three of us back and picking up Lily and cradling her in her arms. “I have three younger brothers and sisters. I know what I’m doing; besides, I want to spend some quality alone time with my future goddaughters.”
It was nice to be back in New York. It had been too long, and I’d missed Alyssa to pieces. She’d visited us at Dylan’s place a couple times over the past couple of years, but Carter kept her pretty busy.
They were all right: there was no need to be worried. I never imagined I’d become one of those overprotective mothers, but here I was getting scared over every little thing. Iris and Lily meant the world to me; they were miracle babies on every imaginable level.
Alyssa looked from me to each of the guys. “Who’s the father anyhow? No one ever did tell me.”
I looked at Zack’s smiling face to Dylan’s. “They’re both the father.”
She frowned. “Seriously?”
Shaking my head, I leaned down and kissed my precious girl on the forehead. “Nope. Our girls are absolute miracles. Iris is Zack’s and Lily is Dylan’s. It was such a long shot that they are true miracles.”
“It’s amazing, I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“I just happened to have two eggs released that particular day and Zack impregnated one and Dylan the other. It’s extremely rare. But above and beyond all else, we’re a family, all three of us. It wouldn’t have mattered who was the bio-dad; our children will always have two loving fathers.”
Nodding, Alyssa looked back down at the baby. “Either way, these beautiful baby girls are the luckiest babies in the world. They’ve got three of the most incredible people for parents that they could ever ask for.”
“And their incredible parents are going to be late for their first concert in two years if we don’t leave—” Dylan looked down at his silver analogue watch “—right now.”
“Yes, I suppose.” It was so hard to go, but it was necessary.
“We need to go.” Zack gave my arm a little tug. “It’s now or never. We’ve never been so popular, so this is going to be insane tonight.”
“I’m not going onstage; I’m telling you that now.” I allowed him to lead me from the nursery and out into the hallway. We were in my apartment in the city since neither of my men had a place in the city any longer. “For any reason.”
“Yeah, yeah,” they grumbled in unison.
~*~ TT ~*~
It was time to get back into the limelight. But there was one big change, besides parenthood, that had caused a burst of publicity. It had been leaked that we were in a three-way relationship. It didn’t take long for the press to deduce that the girl in the hot tub was me.
“This is scary though,” I protested as Dylan brought his cell phone to his ear and called for security to ensure the car was ready to take us to the stadium and that there were bodyguards to keep us from being mobbed.
Zack took my hand and gave it a squeeze as we walked through the living area and to the elevator. “There’s no reason to be scared; the idea of me and Dylan sharing you and the birth of our children has caught on like wildfire. If anything, it’s made us more popular. It can’t be a coincidence that this new album has been our highest grossing album of all time.”
Lifting a brow at him, I replied. “I think it has more to do with the fact you boys have come out with the most progressive album of your career. The two years did you all good.”
“Our lives have changed. We’re not horny singles anymore.”
Laughing, I replied. “No, you’re two horny fathers in a relationship now.”
“Pussy on tap, nothing better than that.”
My mouth dropped open as I gave him a swat on the shoulder. “Very inappropriate. I am not pussy on tap!”
He frowned and gave me a little bow, “My apologies.”
I doubted he was sorry.
~*~ TT ~*~
Violet
This was insanity. True and utter insanity. Standing at the sidelines of the stage, I’d never seen a crowd so rabid for more. Hypnotic had always been one of the most popular bands in the world, but this was an entirely different level.
The number of fans outside the gates of the stadium was insane, despite the fact that all they’d get to see was the limo with us in it driving past. Paparazzi was out in full force, all hoping to get recent pictures of the guys, and, I suspected, me as well.
They were on encore number three currently. I could see all five of the guys were all worn out, yet invigorated at the same time.
The song ended and I expected the group to say their final goodnights and file backstage, but they didn’t. Dylan and Zack stepped forward with mics in hands. My brow furrowed, what in the hell were they up to? I knew the routine for the night perfectly; they’d run through it a couple times before the actual concert. Them having an additional chat wasn’t something they’d discussed with me.
“There’s someone special we’d like you all to meet in person. Someone who works hard for us every day, enhancing our lives in each and every day,” Zack said to a roar of cheers from fans.
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.
“This woman has been in the media a lot lately—with us. There’s been a lot of back-and-forth and speculation about the nature of our relationship, but we want to tell you all first that the rumors have been right.” Dylan continued, “Violet Hudson, our manager is also the love of not only my life, but of Zack’s. As well, she’s the mother of our babies, Lily Kane and Iris Wyatt.” He looked over to the side of the stage where I was standing and waved for me. “Please come out and meet everyone, baby.”
I was going to die. Correction: Surely, I’d already died and I was in hell right now. There was no way I was going out there. Shaking my head, I mouthed, “NO.”
“Come on out to meet everyone or I’ll come get you,” Zack threatened. The crowd roared their approval of that plan.
To hell he would! I spun to flee but collided with the chest of one of the security guys. “Sorry ma’am. We’re under orders to make you go onstage one way or another.”
I looked from the bodyguard to the other two who had moved in, taking up both of my sides. There was no escape, aside from going onstage. Panic flooded my senses. “I can’t,” I whispered, pleading with the bodyguard to move out of my way so I could make a run for the limo.
“I’m sorry ma’am. I will put you over my shoulder and carry you if I need to.”
Fuck! I turned back to where Zack and Dylan were standing and shook my head in disbelief; they knew how much I hated the limelight. I was going to kill them when we got home. If they thought they were going to get laid anytime in the near future, they had another thing coming.
“Fine,” I growled, flipping my hair over my shoulder and doing my best to look as calm and confident as possible as I made my way onstage. As the crowd caught sight of me, they began to roar and applaud with a vengeance.
Once I reached halfway to the guys, Dylan walked to greet me, taking my hand and leading me to center stage. “It’ll be all right,” he whispered.
“I’m going to kill you two,” I whispered back, with a growl in my voice, my teeth clenched.
He didn’t seem too disturbed by my threat.
Zack brought the mic back to his mouth once I was situated between them and began to speak. Taking my free hand, Zack brought it to his mouth and kissed the back. “Baby, Dylan and I have something we want to say to you and to everyone out there watching.”
Oh fuck, this was televised! It was going to be aired as a special once the new tour of twenty-five cities ended. My face burned even hotter from my embarrassment.
The guys looked at each other, grinned. As if they had some sort of mental connection, they nodded and dropped to one knee in front of me.
I shook my head, both shocked and mortified. There was no way they were going to do what I was thinking they were going to do.
Dylan started, giving my hand a squeeze. “Violet Hudson. You’re the mother of my child and I don’t think I could ever love anyone more then I love you.”
Zack cut in, retaking my hand and pressing his lips to the back. “Baby, I’ve never experienced love for anyone like I have for you. Each day I love you more than I did the day before. I could never imagine being with anyone else.”
Warmth flowed though me, my heart bursting open and accepting the love I had for them. I glanced up from the stage before me to see that the crowd had begun to lift their phones in the air, their lights on, and waving them.
It was Dylan’s turn. “I know we can’t both marry you so I’d like for this to be a statement to the world. We’re both madly in love with you and as far as we’re both concerned you are our wife for all intents and purposes.”
“If you’ll have us, that is,” Zack interjected.
If I’d have them? Were they crazy! Of course, I’d have them! I loved them. Of course, I wanted to be with them. To hell with a piece of paper! We didn’t need a piece of paper to consider ourselves married.