Kylie lowered her head to stare down at his thick, deeply-veined shaft. The curved barbell gleamed softly in the light. His hot skin smelled musky. Masculine. Earthy. She knew it was going into her mouth, but she had no idea how. It was sooo big.
Caleb waggled his cock in front of her nose. “Smell my cock,” he ordered. “Spread my cum all around the head with your nose.”
Kylie placed the tip of her nose against the slit at the tip of his rigid cock, then began angling her head to spread his thick, white moisture until his cock head was coated with it.
“Now, lick it off.”
Oh, God. Her belly twisted into a knot. Her tongue came out and took a tentative lick. Hmmm. It tasted like it smelled, with the addition of salty and slightly chemical-y. She swirled her tongue around the entire head, playfully flicking his piercing back and forth until she had cleaned his skin thoroughly.
“Take me in your mouth, Little Bit.”
She closed her lips over the tip and slid them down as far as the trench at the base of the head. She rubbed her tongue experimentally back and forth over the little knot of flesh on the underside.
Caleb sucked in a hissing breath. His cock jerked in her mouth. “Christ, sugar, that’s fuckin’ fantastic.”
Acting purely on instinct, Kylie sealed her lips around the trench and flexed her cheeks to apply suction. She pulled her head back slightly, dragging her lips over the flared part of his crown, her teeth clicking against his piercing, her tongue flicking it back and forth, playing with it.
Caleb’s back arched. Sharp, hissing breaths sawed in and out between clenched teeth. Suddenly, without any warning, Kylie lowered her head and pulled him deep into her mouth, suckling and lapping him with her tongue. “Holy shit, woman! Where did you learn how to do that? You’re gonna be the death of me!”
She just laughed, sending vibrations humming through his cock. She pulled up and descended once again and felt the plug in her ass being pulled out, then thrust back in. Oh, my God, they’re fucking my ass!
Not just fucking it. Every time Simon thrust the plug back in, he turned it inside her before pulling it back out. And he timed his thrusts with the rhythm of her mouth moving up and down Caleb’s cock.
Meanwhile, Ash was not idle. Standing just to the right of her hips, he reached around the front of her thigh and skated his fingers through her slit until they were glazed with her juice. Then he slowly pushed his first two fingers into her sheath, deliberately targeting her G-spot. She was so wet, his entry made a squelching sound. As his fingertips scraped past the glass plug in her ass, making it move, she let out a little yelp. When he pulled his fingers back out he added a third finger before thrusting back in. His thumb found her clit and jiggled.
Omigod. Omigodomigodomigod! That’s all it took. The climax that swept through her was massive, like two freight trains colliding, destroying not only themselves, but everything in their immediate vicinity. Her head jerked up, releasing Caleb’s cock as a blistering scream burst from her lungs. As convulsions quaked through her, her muscles clenched violently around both the plug in her ass and the fingers in her cunt. Until finally the spasms stopped. In unison both the plug and the fingers withdrew from her satiated body. The sudden emptiness they left behind wrenched a forlorn little whimper from her throat, but that was the only protest she made. Too exhausted to continue holding herself up, she simply collapsed onto the bed in a heap. As she lay there, sobbing softly, her men remained in position, stroking their hands over her ass, her back, her hair, soothing her with their touches and their soft murmurs of approval until her breathing slowed and she quieted. A feeling of blissful lassitude stole over her. Every cell in her body tingled.
Caleb crawled up the mattress. “Open your eyes, sugar. I have something for you.”
She opened her eyes. A long, black, silk scarf trailed down each side of his extended hand, like twin black waterfalls.
“I’m gonna blindfold you.” His gaze was steady, watching her closely to make sure she didn’t panic at the thought of being deprived of her sight. She let out a small gasp and her body jerked, but she made no protest, although he had no way of knowing that an entire squadron of butterflies was suddenly doing jumping jacks in her stomach. “Where are you, Kylie?”
“Y-yellow, Sir.”
“Hold out your hand.”
She did and he draped the scarf over it. It was so light it might’ve been woven from a cloud.
“I know your asshole of a father locked you in a dark closet as a means of punishin’ you,” he went on. “We want you to associate not bein’ able to see with pleasure, not punishment. Bein’ deprived of your sight will allow you to focus better on your other senses. To concentrate better on what you’re feelin’, rather than what you’re seein’. This is not to hurt you, sugar, but to help you overcome your fears and put them behind you. Will you trust us with that?” He waited for what seemed like forever, watching her as she considered all the ramifications of what he was asking of her. He was fully prepared to wait until doomsday if needs be. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait quite that long.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
With a sigh of relief, he sank down onto his legs. Lifting the scarf to her head, he fitted it over her eyes and tied it in a knot behind her head. He took his time adjusting it around her eyes and nose, giving her time to object, and watching her closely the entire time. Her breathing was quick and shallow, but not panicked. He palmed her cheek. “Where are you, Little Bit?”
Her heart clamped, then slammed hard against her ribs. The pressure in her chest lent an urgency to making the correct choice. “I think—g-green, Sir.”
He pounced on her words. “You think? Or you know?”
“I-I know.”
“Good girl.” The pride in his voice eased some of the tightness within her. He brushed his fingers across her cheek before curling them under her chin and lifting her face to his. He angled his head and his lips took hers in a sweet, sensual kiss. When he released her mouth, he rubbed his thumb across the swollen fullness of her lower lip, shiny with their moisture. “Hands and knees, Little Bit.”
She felt the bed move and realized that he had straightened and backed away on his knees. “Find my cock, sugar,” he instructed. “And start suckin’.”
Using her sense of smell and the heat radiating from his cock and balls, she unerringly found his length with the right side of her face, making him groan. She slid her nose up to the tip, followed by her mouth. Closing her lips around him and tonguing the barbell, she hollowed her cheeks and lowered her head, taking him in. With a hissing growl, Caleb watched his engorged cock disappear into Kylie’s eager mouth. “That’s it, sugar, that’s it. Suck my cock while Simon fucks your ass.”
Her body jerked as she felt the tip of Simon’s lubricated cock penetrate the widened opening of her sphincter. When he’d penetrated around an inch into her channel, he stopped and withdrew almost all the way out. He waited a beat then pushed back in another inch. She moaned around Caleb’s cock as Simon withdrew once again until only the tip remained. Each ingress penetrated just a little further, each egress left her shuddering with pleasure, wanting more. Needing more.
“Christ, darlin’, you’re so tight! So fuckin’ tight! And so hot it’s like fuckin’ a furnace!” He gripped her hips with both hands. She felt the hot, slow glide of his cock parting the clenching tissues of her back channel, followed by the light tap of his ball sac against her clit as he hilted.
For a long moment Simon didn’t move as he struggled to get his breathing under control. Then he pulled his hips back slowly, watching his cock, shiny with lube, make its slow, incremental withdrawal from that gorgeous hole. “I hope you’re ’bout ready to come, Caleb,” he warned, “because I’m gonna blow any second.”
“Go ahead, bro.” Caleb’s voice was tight with the strain of holding back. He grabbed Kylie’s hair on both sides of her head and held it still. “I’ll try to come with you.” He looked down at t
heir little sub, naked, blindfolded, on her hands and knees with both her mouth and ass full of cock. Ash curled up beside her, his head beneath her belly. His hand lifted to her pussy, swollen and practically drizzling moisture on his upstretched fingertips.
Simon eased his hips forward, sinking back into the inferno of Kylie’s ass. “Hang on, darlin’. I’m gonna fuck this ass.” He began thrusting in and out, just as Caleb began fucking her mouth, timing his strokes so that he retreated as Simon pushed in, as if one cock were pushing the other.
In the meantime, Ash’s first two fingers penetrated deep into her vagina, his thumb resting on her clit, circling it slowly, then ever faster as he established an alternate rhythm to both Simon’s and Caleb’s thrusts.
Reeling from the confusion set up by the three separate patterns, Kylie’s brain short-circuited. She was riding streaks of lightning that flashed over, above, and all around her, filling her with crackling energy. The biggest orgasm of her life lay ahead, but it was down a road filled with so many turns and unexpected twists, she knew she’d never get there on her own. She’d have to trust these three men to make sure she reached her destination.
Simon and Caleb pumped their hips, Ash his fingers, their movements becoming more and more frantic, more and more erratic as they built her orgasm until her body locked into a rigid bow and pleasure steamrolled through her with bone-jarring force as hot cum sprayed down her throat and into the depths of her ass. Desperate for air, she jerked her head up off of Caleb’s cock, receiving his last two spurts of cum on her nose and lower lip. She was breathing hard as her tongue came out to lick it off.
“Open, sugar,” Caleb commanded, his voice dark, with an edge of steel. “Show me my cum in your mouth.”
She opened her mouth to reveal a blob of pearly white cum on the tip of her tongue. With a low groan, Caleb bent down and claimed her lips in a carnal kiss, using his tongue to spread his thick, ropy seed all over hers. Then he lifted his head, watching her through eyes black with lust. “Swallow.”
She worked her mouth, gathering it back onto the tip of her tongue, unable to resist giving him one more tantalizing glimpse of his semen frosting it before finally swallowing it. Her muscles faltered, but before she could fall, Ash placed his hands around her waist. In one smooth motion, he knifed up, turned her over, lowered her onto her back, and rose above her, one hand gripping the base of his steel-hard cock.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I need to fuck you so bad.” He lowered himself onto her, guiding his cock into her well-lubricated sheath, filling her with one thrust, wrenching a cry from her throat as he spiked her pleasure anew.
“Oh, God, Ash! Yes! Fuck me!”
At first his strokes were languid, unhurried, driving the breath from her lungs in little gasps of pleasure. But he gradually picked up the pace, until he was fucking her with hard, frantic thrusts of his hips.
She flung her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Christ, baby, you’re so fuckin’ hot! You need a good, hard fuckin’, don’t you?”
“Yes, Yes,” she cried as her head thrashed back and forth. “Faster, Ash. Harder. Oh, God, harder!”
He rose up on his knees, pulling her ass up off the bed as he continued to pummel her. “You like that, baby? You like me fuckin’ you?”
“Yes, Oh, God, yes!” The carnal sounds of flesh slapping against naked flesh filled the room. Simon and Caleb stretched out on either side of her, each latching onto a hard nipple.
She shrieked. Oh, God! The breath shuddered from her lungs at this new source of pleasure. They alternated between suckling hard and flicking their tongues back and forth across her knotted peaks, at first in unison, then in opposition, sending her senses swirling into a maelstrom of confusion and mounting need. The blindfold heightened every sensation, honing her pleasure to a knife-sharp blade. She let out a series of strangled cries, lifting her hips to meet Ash’s every thrust as he pounded into her while Simon and Caleb tortured her nipples. Groans, cries, gasps, and hisses added a counterpoint to the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, becoming a carnal symphony that filled the room.
Then Simon and Caleb glided their hands down her belly, over her mound and into her slit, one above and one below Ash’s pummeling cock. Simon’s index finger slid across her clit, Caleb’s middle finger found her anus, penetrating it with ease. Pleasure engulfed her, swallowed her up, this second onslaught of conflicting sensations more than she could handle. Her back seized into a rigid arch as she sucked air into the bottom of her lungs and held it until her entire body erupted in a white-hot cataclysm of ecstasy that swept over her and sent her tumbling off a cliff with a scream that scoured her lungs. A few more thrusts and Ash’s hot stream burst inside her clenching pussy, wrenching another scream from her. She lay there sobbing, floundering, gasping like a beached fish, struggling to find enough air to fill her lungs. Where had all the oxygen gone? She was reasonably certain it had been there just moments before.
Simon and Caleb released her nipples and backed off as Ash slumped down on top of her. Her body was still convulsing in pleasure. Ash rolled both of them over onto their sides, keeping their bodies connected by his still-hard cock. Kylie felt Caleb’s fingers untying the knot at the back of her head. “Lift your head, sugar.” When she did so, the silk fell away from her eyes with a soft whisper of sound and she found herself looking into Ash’s sapphire blue eyes.
Ash threw his arms around her, holding her with a tenderness that ravished her heart. His mouth wandered across her cheek, seeking hers for a whole series of rapturous kisses. Kisses that were at once hard and soft, sweet and demanding, questing, acquiescing, exploring, and coming home all at the same time. His eyes were half-open, dark and compelling, holding hers a willing captive. And with every lift of his lips, he whispered soft words that flowed over her skin like warm honey. “You’re mine, Kylie.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Ash.”
Another kiss. “Mine.”
“Yes, yes.”
“And Simon’s.”
“Yes. And Caleb’s.” She took it upon herself to finish the thought.
“Be warned, my love,” Ash continued, his hand behind her head angling her face downward so he could place a kiss on her right eyelid. “You’re a part of us now.” He kissed her left eyelid. “The best part of us. We can never let you go, not after the gift you just gave us. It would rip out our souls.”
“Mine as well.” This time she controlled the kiss, tilting her head back up to place her lips against his. The tip of his tongue came out, tracing the fullness of her lower lip before pressing against the seam. She opened and he surged inside in a long, languorous tour of her mouth, dueling with her tongue, rasping across the roof of her mouth, stealing her senses and heating her blood. She was only dimly aware of Simon getting up off the bed before disappearing into the bathroom to clean up. Caleb just stretched out behind her, tucking his hips against hers. His cock was still wet from her saliva. He didn’t seem to notice or mind as he nuzzled his lips against the nape of her neck, stroking up and down her arm in a steady, soothing motion. Simon returned and crawled back up onto the bed, handing something to Caleb, but she neither noticed nor cared what it was.
Until he rolled slightly back away from her and she felt the back of his hand moving against her ass and she realized that he was cleaning himself off with a warm, damp cloth. Ah. She would have smiled but she was too exhausted. That’s what Simon gave him. When she felt another warm damp washcloth wiping her ass crease, she just moaned by way of response.
Ash’s semi-hard cock was still inside her as he sent his lips on an excursion across her face, along her jaw line, down her neck to the pulse hammering at the base of her throat. He licked the small indentation there over and over before lifting his head, intending for his next kiss to land somewhere near her temple. But she turned her head at the l
ast minute and found his lips with hers. This time his kiss was remarkably soft and seductive, almost hypnotic. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she let his clean, male scent engulf her senses. When he pulled back, the smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes ravished her heart.
“I—”Oh, my God! She clamped her lips shut, holding her breath. Holy shit! She had very nearly said, “I love you!” But fortunately she’d managed to stop herself just in time. God, that was close! Where had that thought come from?
Ash saw the alarm flare in her eyes before she shuttered her gaze and looked away. “All right, Little Bit, what were you thinkin’ just now? And don’t even try to evade my question.”
She shook her head, her cheeks flushed with shame. “I-I can’t tell you. It’s just…”she shook her head again. “I can’t.”
One eyebrow soared upward like a raven’s wing. “Can’t? Or won’t.” His fingers tightened on her chin, forcing her head back up, pinning her with his gaze. “There are no secrets in this house, Little Bit. Out with it. Just remember, you’re safe with us.”
She stared at him, biting her lip. “I-it was just a-a…”
“A what?” Ash pursued relentlessly. He wasn’t about to let this go.
Okay. In for a penny, in for a pound. She took a deep breath. “It was just a random thought. It didn’t mean anything—I don’t even know where it came from.”
“Tell me what it was.”
“I-I was just thinking that I-I…love you.” Her voice was so low, it barely qualified as a whisper, yet all three men heard it as if she’d shouted it from the rooftops. They all went still as statues. “All of you,” she added with a slight shrug.
The look on Ash’s face just…wrecked her. He was crying! This big, strong, darkly dangerous, dominant man was crying. Her hand went to his cheek, moaning when he leaned into it, releasing her own tears to roll down her face. He lifted his hand to tuck a lock of her hair back behind her ear before once again threading his fingers through its silkiness to shape the back of her head, holding her still. “Oh, baby, you have no idea how happy that makes us. We love you, too. We’ve been waitin’ for you all our lives. So long, in fact, we were beginnin’ to think we’d never find you. Yet here you are.” His voice took on a note of wonder. “Tellin’ us you love us—”his voice broke.
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