“You only know the half of it. She’s so wet.” Burke’s hand stroked her ass now, tracing the flesh he’d struck until he skimmed down to her pussy.
Jessa gasped with pleasure as he forced a finger past her swollen folds and up her hungry cunt. She felt so empty. She hadn’t even realized it until just now. She wanted one of them inside her. “Please...”
Burke chuckled behind her, his finger teasing lightly. “Please? What would please you, sweetheart?”
“You. Or Cole. Or both. I need you.” She wiggled, trying to tempt that finger deeper inside and maybe to bring a friend.
Burke pulled away. “Not yet. You have something to say to Cole.”
She looked up. Cole was still leisurely stroking his cock, the enormous organ standing straight up like a temptation she was dying to taste. Yes, she had a few things to say to Cole. Things like, “take me now” or “I’m going to scream if you don’t fuck me.” But that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Jessa sat back on her heels, wincing a little at the ache in her ass. After she’d figured out that Cole was into BDSM, she’d looked it up on the web. She’d found thousands of images, articles, and videos on the subject. She understood the single thread that bound every piece of BDSM information together: trust.
She spread her legs wide and lowered her head, trying to keep her spine as straight as possible. The slave pose was a way of greeting a Dom. It showed a submissive’s trust and respect. She’d been aroused by the pictures, but a little afraid until she’d understood that this was an exchange of power. It wasn’t a stronger person taking from someone weaker. It was a mutual decision meant to bring peace and pleasure to both parties. Jessa hoped she had the pose right. She wanted to please him so much.
“Beautiful, baby. You have no idea how exquisite you are to me.” Cole’s deep rumble rolled over her. She felt his hand on her head, sliding into her hair. Burke still hovered at her back. She heard the rustling of clothes, but she kept true to her role, leaving her head submissively down when all she wanted to do was watch Cole undress. “Do you have any idea what it means that you figured out how to do this yourself? That you cared enough to study?”
She smiled, though she knew he couldn’t see it. Cole was so insular, always waiting for someone to reject him, thanks at least in part to their bastard of an uncle. Burke wasn’t far from him, but knew how to hide the insecurity better. But she suspected these two gorgeous men had been rejected before. How many women had used them for the pleasure they could give but refused their love because they couldn’t function apart? How many of them had spurned a ménage relationship most of the world would reject? The world could go to hell as far as Jessa was concerned. The world could shrink to just the three of them, and she would be happy.
“Jessa, I have never felt about a woman the way I feel about you.”
It took everything she had not to look up. Cole sounded tentative, and despite his deep voice, vulnerable. It took a lot for him to admit that. She kept quiet and listened carefully out of respect.
“I want to be responsible for you. God, I want to be your Master.”
It was the equivalent of “I love you” in the BDSM world. Jessa felt tears prick her eyes. Burke made no qualms about his feelings, but Cole had been far more reserved. He’d clearly taken every rejection to heart, while Burke’s sunny disposition allowed him to shrug it off more easily and move on.
Cole’s confession now warmed her and gave her strength.
“I want your mouth on me while Burke prepares your ass.” Cole settled a hand under her chin and lifted it gently. She let him lead her slowly up, enjoying every inch of his body from his muscled legs to that cock that made her mouth water, all the way up to his beautiful blue eyes. “We don’t have to play this way. I’ll still be here, Jessa. It means a lot that you would try.”
She shook her head. She didn’t want a Cole who simply tried to please her. She wanted every dark bit of him getting what he needed. “I took my spanking. I want the rest of it, too.”
A smile of pure joy lit his face in the form of a bad-boy grin. He leaned down and kissed her, touching her lips sweetly to his. “Then I’ll give it to you, baby.”
He took his cock in hand, and Jessa sighed, leaning in. She really wanted this, to please him. They had spent days worshipping her. It felt right to revere one of them now.
“All right, baby. Lick the head for me.”
The head as he called it, looked enormous, and there was a pearly drop on the tip. Dying to know how he’d taste, she leaned forward and did as he bade, running her tongue over the bulbous tip. Cole tasted clean and woodsy; his masculine scent filled her senses. His hissed-in breath made her smile.
“Open up for me, sweetheart,” Burke said, pressing down on her back. “I need to plug this pretty ass. We bought this one two days ago for just this occasion.”
Cole got to his knees as Jessa went back to all fours. Burke forced her legs farther apart, making a place for himself there. Cole offered his cock as Burke caressed her backside.
She licked at Cole, running her tongue around the head again. She loved the soft skin covering all that hardness. Cole’s hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper. She opened her mouth, allowing him to invade. He was so big. She could barely get her tongue to swirl around the thick stalk, but she managed it, slowly whirling. He groaned, and the hand in her hair guided her with lazy insistence.
The hand on her hip gripped her, too. The brothers held her firmly in place. Something cold and wet dribbled down the crack of her ass. Lubricant. They had been playing with her ass every time they made love, preparing her for what they wanted. One of them would distract her with pleasure while the other stretched her for the sharing. She’d thought they would simply do it, but they had taken care of her patiently and with great care.
She didn’t even move when Burke started to rim her with his fingers. She was used to the pressure. He massaged her ass with the lube, forcing the tight ring of muscles to accept his invasion. She shivered at the pressure and the jangly feelings of heat and tingles he gave her.
“Take me deeper, baby,” Cole’s voice had gone guttural, his strokes into her mouth quicker. “God, I love how good your mouth feels. So hot and tight on my cock.”
“And your ass is so lovely.” Burke’s words joined with Cole’s, a stereo of praise that made her feel wanted and sexy and beloved. “You keep that cock in your mouth. Don’t lose Cole. I’m going to work this plug into you. God, I can’t wait to get my cock in here. She’s going to be so fucking tight.”
Cole’s hand softened on her hair, petting her. “Ease up, baby. I don’t want to come until I’m deep inside you.”
Something harder than Burke’s finger started to push against her. She groaned around the cock in her mouth. She found a soft place on the underside of his thick stalk, where the hard column met the head. She worked it, worrying it with her tongue to take her mind off the way Burke shoved the plug in and out of her ass.
“You’re a bad girl, Jessa,” Cole said, pulling away. “I told you to ease up. You’re trying to make me lose control. You tried to make me come in your mouth.”
He leaned in until his hands found her breasts.
Jessa moaned. “I was trying to forget about the fact that Burke is shoving a piece of plastic up my ass.”
Cole pinched at her nipples, twisting. “You obey me in the bedroom, Jessa.”
“Or he’ll spank you all over again.” Burke’s silky smooth tone gave away his deep pleasure at his task. “And this bottom is already a perfect pink.”
“Keep disobeying, baby, and I’ll clamp your nipples. I’ll pull out the clover clamps and the chain that goes between them. They’ll bite into these sweet little buds, and you’ll feel the burn when I tug on the chain as I force you to ride my cock.”
Jessa let her head fall forward as he tugged on her nipples. Each little wrench of his fingers flashed fire down to her pussy. So hot. She’d never been so aroused, and his words
were just adding kindling to the fire. She suddenly wanted to try those clamps. Apparently, she was a little bit of a freak, but with Burke and Cole, it made sense. They accepted this side of her, wanted it. She was with men she trusted. Men she loved.
“I’d like that, Cole.”
“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking perfect.” His hand slid down, and suddenly she felt him pinching at her clit.
“Oh, oh.” She couldn’t stop it. It felt too good. Cole still plucked at her right nipple, squeezing harshly, then rolling it. His other hand played in her pussy, sliding all around while Burke seated the plug deep in her ass.
“Give it to her, Cole. I want to watch her come.”
Jessa nearly screamed when Cole took his hand away. “Don’t stop!”
There was a smack to her ass that made her moan. The plug shifted, causing waves of jagged sensation to streak through her.
“Hush, Jessa,” Cole said, his voice a sharp bark. “You’ll get what you need when I decide you need it, not before.”
As though she weighed nothing at all, he lifted her up and she found herself falling on top of him, sprawled across the big bed that dominated the suite. The shades were open, and the twinkling lights of Manhattan lit up the room.
“I told you I would force you to ride my cock. I mean what I say, baby. Burke, I need a condom.”
Jessa shook her head. “No. You don’t. I’m on the pill. I want to feel you. I’m clean.”
“Obviously,” Burke said, standing next to the bed, a concerned look on his face. “Cole and I never have sex without a condom. And you might not believe it, but we’re not out there every night with a different woman. We’re clean, but maybe we should still…”
“No,” she said, practically pleading. “It’s safe. I don’t want to stop. I want to feel you, skin to skin.”
Cole gave her his answer by thrusting up and joining them in a single smooth move. “Oh, god, that feels so fucking good.”
It did. Nothing between them but shared breaths and bare flesh. She was so glad she’d decided to go to the clinic and get on the pill. No stopping for protection. No latex. Just her and them, the way it should always be.
“That sounds heavenly, sweetheart.” Burke shoved his pants down and off. “I want a turn, too.”
“You’ll get it,” Cole replied. “Soon. I had her pussy first. You take her ass.”
Cole surged up, pumping inside her. With his hands, he forced her to grind down on him. He was so damn deep, she gasped, mouth open, sensations washing over her as her pussy clasped and grabbed at him, pulling him even farther inside.
“Fuck. I want that. I want that so goddamn bad.” Burke reached for the lube.
“Come for us, baby. Let go for us before we take you together. I want you soft and happy when we share you the first time.”
She gave over to him and rode that big cock. The plug took up a lot of space, making her feel fuller than ever before. She slid up and down, Cole’s hands on her ass, a finger on the plug, holding it deep. She slid down on him, her clit hitting his pelvis as he surged up, hitting just the right spot inside her once, twice, again. Then she came with a mewling cry, the pleasure crashing through her system. She fell on Cole’s chest, and his arms closed around her, making her feel safe and warm.
“Get that plug out and get inside her, Burke. I don’t know how much longer I can last. Fuck, she feels so good.” Cole groaned against her ear, spreading kisses across her cheek, brushing his lips over her mouth.
Jessa felt the bed dip as Burke climbed on. His hands moved tenderly over her ass, and the plug slid out. She sighed, tightened. Cole was still thick inside her body, holding her impaled against him, but now she felt the loss of the plug. Her ass felt empty.
But not for long. Cole soothed his hand down her back as Burke spread her cheeks. She whimpered as she felt him spread more lube on her anus, preparing her to take something far larger than the plug.
“It’s going to be so good, baby. We’re going to fill you completely,” Cole murmured, his hips moving in lazy, teasing thrusts.
Every time he rubbed her clit, a little aftershock sent more pleasure through her that just added to the sweet aftermath of her stunning climax. As they touched, soothed, and worked, she felt boneless and momentarily sated. She let them have their way—just like they’d planned.
Cole’s hands tightened around her, hugging her as she felt Burke’s cock at the rim of her untried hole.
“Sweetheart, you’re so beautiful,” Burke said as he gently stroked himself in, taking her in increments, forcing his cock inside in neat little thrusts. “You feel so good.”
“It burns.” Far more than the plug, in fact. She gritted her teeth. It wasn’t pain exactly but it wasn’t comfortable.
“It’s all right,” Cole whispered. “It’s going to be okay. Let him in, baby. Arch your back.”
She lifted her ass a bit higher, pressing her breasts against Cole’s chest. His heart beat loudly with hers as the burn of Burke’s dick sinking a bit deeper seared her. He worked his way inside her, bumping against the tight muscles of her ass.
“Push out against me,” Burke gritted out, taking her hips in hand and lifting her ass higher.
Jessa pushed out, wondering if he would really fit inside her. A moment later, he popped past the barrier and slowly filled her with his cock.
God. She had to force herself to breathe. They were everywhere, so deep and all around her. Her world was filled with Burke and Cole.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Burke’s voice was tentative. His hands gripped her hips, betraying his tension as he thrust gently.
“Please be all right, Jessa.” Cole’s face was tight, his brow knitted together, jaw clenched.
Something about the big bad Dom begging her to accept them made her smile. She pushed back, wiggling against Burke. Nerves she’d never known she had lit up. She shook with the sensation, and as they filled her in tandem with deep breaths and guttural moans, she trembled with need, quickly rushing to the edge of pleasure. She cried out.
“Oh, that’s it, sweetheart. Let it go. Let it happen.” Burke clutched her hips as he thrust in.
Cole groaned when she seesawed back his way. “This is perfect, the three of us together. The way it should be.”
Every way she moved brought her pleasure. Cole filled her pussy, his thick dick striking at her G-spot when he pushed up. Burke dragged his cock out almost to the rim of her asshole, marking the path with burning pleasure, before he shoved deep again, forcing her to grind her clit against Cole.
They set a brutal pace. Jessa gave up trying to control it. She became what they had warned, their pleasure toy, a soft, sweet thing they passed between them. She would have fought it if they’d treated her that way outside the bedroom, but instead, they treated her like a princess, with courtesy, always thinking of her wants and needs. They made it easy to give over to them here, to be pulled and pushed as they fought for pleasure. She felt like they’d been fused together, formed into one unit as they worked inside her. As they made love, they were whole.
All the languor from her previous orgasm was gone. A new driving pressure built again, surging, searing, until little pleas and whimpers fell from her mouth.
“Help her, Burke. I’m dying here,” Cole growled.
Burke’s arm wrapped around as he drove into her, one relentless thrust after another. He reached between her and Cole and found her clit, rubbing it with sweet friction. Cole thrust up. Every sensation in her body turned molten and converged. They sent her flying again, this time higher and longer than ever before as she screamed their names.
Jessa bucked against them, trying to prolong the pleasure. Cole thrust up, his face contorting as he came inside her. She could feel the hot wash of his seed flooding her.
Burke groaned behind her, his grip on her hips punishing as he held her tight and forced his cock in until she could feel his balls against her ass. He thrust in and out, filling her ass with his come until
finally he fell forward, his front plastering her back.
They relaxed into a heap, Jessa safe and warm between them. She fell asleep, happy to have a piece of each inside her.
* * * *
Jessa woke slowly, reaching for them. Every muscle in her body felt deliciously used. She stretched and yawned. She kept her eyes closed, letting her mind wander a bit. It was New Year’s Day. She was looking at a whole new year, a whole new life—one with Burke and Cole.
“Sweetheart?”
She opened her eyes. There was a reason she hadn’t felt them next to her. They both stood by the bed, fully dressed in suits and ties and expensive shoes. She could smell coffee and the deliciously savory scent of bacon. She sat up, pulling the sheet with her, anxiety starting to penetrate her brain.
“What’s happening?”
No answer.
Not only were they dressed, their faces were grave. They didn’t look like two men who were happy that they’d spent the night making love to their woman. They looked like men who were leaving. They looked to each other, having one of those silent conversations. She just knew they were trying to figure out how to deal with her.
Her stomach turned. “At least you didn’t sneak out. I guess that’s something.”
Burke got to one knee. “Sweetheart, we are not sneaking out.”
“But you are leaving.” She could see it plainly on his face.
“Yes,” Cole said.
She could always count on Cole to state the facts without sugarcoating. Burke would try to put the best sheen on it. Cole didn’t bother. She turned to him. “Do I get an explanation, or do you just say ‘thanks’ and walk away?”
“I don’t want to leave you, Jessa,” Cole stated, a stark look on his face. “I do not want to go. If there was any other way, I wouldn’t ever leave that fucking bed again. But I made promises.”
Tears pricked at her eyes. “What kind of promises?”
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