Just Right!

by DawnMarie Richards

  “Sit and soak,” he commanded before stretching his arms along the rim of the tub and then letting his head fall back on the foam-cushioned edge.

  His brothers followed suit. Christa watched the steady rise and fall of their chests for several moments before shrugging. Then she closed her eyes.

  Half a dozen jets massaged the chill from her bones and made mush of her muscles. She drew in one breath of crisp mountain air after another, the remnants of her hangover wafting away like the wisps of steam rising off the bubbling water. Her pulse quieted. Her mind calmed. And as she listened to the water splash and burble around her, it occurred to her she felt oddly at home. Like being naked in a hot tub with three strangers was exactly where she was meant to be.

  A tiny sigh of satisfaction parted her lips.

  “Feel good, Goldie?”

  Without opening her eyes, she nodded. “Better than I imagined.”

  “So, it’s enough.” Fingertips skimmed the side of her thigh. “You’re not interested in anything more.”

  “Tate.”

  She couldn’t help but smile at Felix’s warning. And though she appreciated him protecting her interests, the truth was she was tired of waiting. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin.

  Tate responded unequivocally, his kiss all demand, no discretion. He parted her lips with his tongue, leaving no doubt—given his way—her legs were next on the agenda.

  For her part, Christa draped her arms over his shoulders, straining toward him. But he resisted, leaving far too much space between them for her liking. She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging roughly. But no matter how much she pulled and wriggled, he refused to budge. It took several frustrating moments before she realized another mouth had found her shoulder. Asher’s, judging by the tingling of her skin as he rasped his way the length of her neck. Back arching, she dug her nails into a chiseled thigh. When palms cupped her breasts she finally understood. They were leaving room for one another. Making sure there was enough of her to go around. Another set of hands settled on her thighs, her surreal morning perched on the cusp of giving way to an even more bizarre afternoon.

  “Wait,” she muttered against Tate’s insistent lips.

  And despite the churn of the water and the whip of the air around them, all three stilled.

  “For what, Goldie?”

  She couldn’t help wonder the same thing as his lips brushed over hers.

  “I … it’s just … I’m not sure I can handle this.”

  “You can, Goldie,” he assured her. “You’ve been waiting for this, waiting for us, for a long, long time.”

  “You told us about all the others,” Asher murmured low in her ear, hands contracting around her breasts. “The men who’d left you wanting, made you feel deviant, broken.”

  “That’s not going to happen with us, little one.” Felix’s fingers tightened on her legs. “We can give you what you need, and more.” He began to urge her knees apart. “All you have to do is say yes.”

  Christa desperately wanted to believe them. Despite years of youthful promiscuity and experimentation, sexual satisfaction had eluded her. And when she’d tried to settle, quash her appetites in exchange for the security of what she’d believe to be a committed relationship, her frustration had grown out of control. And she’d been undone all the same.

  She looked at each of the Baers in turn, taking in the confidence of their subtle nods. Far from being put off by her ravenous libido, they seemed determined to do everything in their power to provoke it. What, exactly, did she have to lose?

  Lifting her chin, Christa whispered, “Yes.”

  The brothers wasted no time. Tate arranged her on his lap, pulling her back against him before seeking her breasts. He caught at her nipples, rolling them to tight points as Asher captured her groan in his mouth. She reached out to him, and he tangled his fingers with hers, drawing her arm to circle his waist before smoothing her fingers over the curve of his ass. Grateful for the invitation to play, Christa caressed and squeezed, Asher’s moans of appreciation almost distracting her from his brothers’ antics. Almost.

  Felix had eased her legs apart, his shoulders wedged between her thighs. When he reached out and cupped her bottom, she sought him out with her free hand, tangling her fingers in his hair. Slowly, he lowered his head. With his lips to her belly button, he lifted her out of the water, raining kisses over her heated skin as he worked his way south. Tate abandoned her breasts to Asher, sliding his hands over her ribcage before clamping them to her hips, his fingers spread wide. Placing the pads of his thumbs on either side of her sex, he opened her to his brother.

  Cold air piqued the sensitive skin. And then Felix ran the tip of his tongue the length of her pussy. Back arching, Tate held her steady as Asher kissed away her cries. She was licked and nipped, pinched and kissed, attention careening from clit to shoulders, breasts to thighs. Awash in sensations as unpredictable and riotous as the water which roiled around them. She couldn’t catch her breath. She was drowning … drowning in ecstasy.

  “Coming,” she murmured to no one in particular, her voice bewildered.

  Felix lifted his head, her groan of dismay thrown back at her by the frosted hills.

  “No. No,” she insisted, trying to pull him toward her. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  He kissed her thighs in turn. “Ask nicely.”

  “Ask?” she wondered, looking up into Asher’s eyes.

  Asher leaned back, allowing Christa to lift her head. As she peered down the length of her body, her mouth fell open at the shocking sight of half a dozen hands, dark against her skin. Reflexively, she writhed against them. Thirty fingers contracted, almost in unison, holding her steady, giving no quarter. A split second of panic gripped her at the display of dominance. Then a thrill coursed through her, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Eyes wide with wonder, she dragged her gaze to Felix’s.

  “For permission,” he explained.

  Christa had read plenty of erotic novels and knew all about edging … in theory. It seemed the Baers intended to give her a real-life practicum.

  “Please,” she mouthed, before realizing she’d have to speak up to be heard over the gurgling water. She tried again. “Please! Please may I come?”

  The slow slide of smug satisfaction which transformed Felix’s expression might, under other circumstances, have been enough to send her over the edge. But he’d also begun shaking his head.

  Her breath caught. Her heart sank. She clenched her hands, oblivious to the skin being raked by her nails as she braced to hear the word she saw forming on his lips.

  “No,” he told her simply, smiling before lowering his head.

  She was too close. The moment his tongue touched her, she’d be shot into the stratosphere. But before he made contact, he uttered a final command.

  “Wait.”

  An opening deep inside her—its edges wavering as his hot tongue slid over her cold, aching clit—acted as a barrier to her release. It held as he tormented her with slow, deliberate circles, Asher tugged and twisted, and Tate whispered reminders in her ear.

  “Wait, Goldie. Wait.”

  “Please. May I come? Please. Please!”

  Over and over she pleaded. Until, at last, Felix gave her ass a bracing squeeze. And then, mercifully, he nodded.

  Her orgasm hit with the force of a tsunami. Head thrown back, her body surged above the water, six strong hands fixing her in place. Inflamed skin burnished by the swirling mountain air as, helplessly, she quivered.

  Chapter Eight

  The hot tub had been merely a prelude.

  Christa’s sex still pulsing, Felix lifted her into his arms. Effortlessly, he carried her inside, setting her onto her feet in front of the fire. And then the three men began to move around her like the corps of a well-rehearsed ballet.

  Felix held her face in his hands, kissing her while Asher dried her skin. His lips shadowed the towel as it traveled over her. When he shifted to he
r front, Tate took his place behind, circling her wrists with his long, strong fingers and then lifting her arms high overhead. Swaying, Christa leaned into him, his erection hewing the cheeks of her ass as his brothers positioned and petted, readying her for the next act.

  Despite having just had one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, the rapacious itch began to build once more. Soon its demand for satisfaction would take precedence, and Christa had some exploring of her own she wanted to do. Turning her head to the side, she broke off Felix’s kiss.

  “Wait,” she whispered. “Let me go.”

  Immediately, Tate released her. As she lowered her arms, she reached out to Felix, taking him by the wrists and guiding his hands to his sides. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him.

  “What’s this, little one?”

  Looking at him through the veil of her lashes, she smiled when he touched his fingertips to her cheeks. Then she grabbed onto his hips, urging him forward as she leaned in, taking his hard length deep into her mouth, his protracted groan making her smile.

  “Damn, Goldie.”

  Peering up as much as her position would allow, she saw the three men stood together in a tight semi-circle. Tate and Asher eagerly watched her every move, reminding her that each intimate act she performed—or had performed on her—would be witnessed. Her belly tightened at the thought, her nipples growing taut. Reaching out, she fisted her fingers around Tate and Asher’s rigid flesh. One of them put a hand on her head. Reflexively, she pulled the two men toward her.

  “Easy, Goldie. That’s not a handle.”

  His low chuckle rippled through her.

  “Quiet, Tate.” Felix groaned. “Christa’s doing just fine.”

  “Easy for you to say, when you’re the one with her lips around your co—ah, fuck!”

  With a wriggle, Christa shifted from Felix to Tate, curling her tongue around his shaft as she grabbed for his brother’s balls. After a few moments, she switched to Asher, her fingers skating nimbly over Felix and Tate’s spit-slicked dicks.

  She found them endlessly fascinating. Though the men were genetically identical, each had his own distinct taste, shape, and weight. She took them in turns until she knew without looking whose cock passed between her lips and those she held in the palms of her hands.

  Their deep breaths and muttered swearing washed over her, giving her a heady rush. Consigned to her mercy, they quaked at her touch. On her knees and silent, Christa had never felt more powerful.

  Suddenly, Tate let out a mighty groan, gathering her hair at the back of her head and tugging none too gently to pull her off of him. Breasts thrust forward, her scalp stung as he held her in place.

  “What do you think, Goldie? Are you ready to get fucked?”

  She nodded.

  “Say it,” Felix ordered.

  Shifting her gaze, she told him clearly, “I’m ready to get fucked.”

  His pupils expanded, leaving only a thin amber corona around their obsidian centers and sending an ominous trill down Christa’s spine.

  “It’ll be our pleasure, Goldie,” Tate assured her before barking orders at his brothers. “Asher, floor. Felix, back.”

  She didn’t know what the vague commands meant, but could feel and hear the men moving around her. Hands still tangled in her hair, Tate urged her onto all fours, her fingers splaying over a woolen chest. Not until Felix stepped into view did she realize it was Asher beneath her. With the three accounted for, she turned her attention to the impressive erection bobbing just overhead, her hips rocking in mindless invitation.

  “Soon, Goldie,” Tate promised, giving her ass a “behave” slap. “Hold her.”

  Bending at the waist, Felix placed the tips of his fingers beneath her chin and eased her head higher, the extreme angle keeping her in position when Tate released her.

  “Condom,” Felix explained baldly.

  Christa’s body pulsed with anticipation. Three men, three cocks. What would they do? How would they do it? It boggled the imagination.

  “Ahh!”

  Tate had returned, his fingers digging into her hips. Without prelude, he eased himself inside her, slipping ever deeper as Christa shuddered. When he was fully seated, he reached over her, pulling the hair back from her face.

  “You ready, Felix?”

  “Almost.” He looked down at her. “Time to open up, beautiful.”

  She did as he asked and Felix laid the head of his cock in the center of her outstretched tongue. But Tate held her in check, allowing her to do little more than get her lips around the tip of his pulsing sex.

  Wriggling her hips, she gave a tiny huff of frustration.

  “Patience, Goldie. We’re about ready. You good, Asher?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Christa felt his breath on her inner thigh. She’d almost forgotten about him and his two free hands, her defenseless belly and nipples growing tight. Beyond aroused, she wished they’d get started before the anticipation, alone, had her coming. But, it seemed, a Baer brothers’ production would not be rushed.

  Felix touched his fingers to the top of her head. She lifted her gaze and caught him smiling down at her.

  “Goldie,” Tate called from behind her. “You’re obviously not going to have much opportunity for chitchat.” He gave her ass a gentle caress. “If you need us to stop, for whatever reason, give Asher a couple of quick taps. He’ll know what to do. Understand?”

  She nodded as much as her position allowed.

  “She’s good,” Felix announced above her.

  “Okay, then. Here we go.”

  Using the makeshift ponytail he held in his fist, Tate eased her forward, his cock sliding out of her slowly as Felix’s inched between her lips. She’d barely gotten a taste of him when Tate reversed course, pulling her back onto him as his brother slid out from her mouth. Her internal muscles clasped wildly when Tate shifted the pressure once more. But she was soon distracted by the slip of Felix’s cock over her tongue. By the time Tate brought her toward him once more, the game became crystal clear. They meant to use her as a sex hobbyhorse, rocking her between their eager cocks.

  “Fuck, she’s wet,” Asher announced.

  “Tell us,” Felix demanded from overhead.

  “She’s flushed. Dark, dusky, like the flesh of a ripe plum.” As Asher waxed poetic about her pussy, Christa’s heartbeat amped to breathless. “And swollen,” he murmured dreamily. “And I haven’t even touched her yet.”

  Adrenaline flooded her system. Hands clenching, a pathetic moan sounded from deep in her chest. Slowly, Asher trailed a finger through her folds before circling her clit.

  “Fuck!” Tate groaned behind her. “Fuck, yes!” Her scalp stung as he tugged her closer. “Felix. You’ve got to feel this.” Urging her forward, he instructed, “Asher. Do it again.”

  Asher not only obeyed, but continued to ring the tight bud of nerves. Every muscle in her body constricted. A light sweat broke out over her skin. With a low groan, she dropped her jaw and jerked forward, forcing Felix past the tight ring of muscle at the start of her throat.

  “Fuck!”

  The curse sounded like a plea, giving Christa a good deal of satisfaction. The Baers might be in command, but she planned to make the most of what little control she had.

  “You all right, brother?” Asher asked from beneath her.

  Fingertips settled lightly on her head.

  “You’re a witch, little one,” Felix accused her.

  “Bringing her back,” Tate announced, his fingers tightening in her hair.

  “Beautiful,” Asher gushed as his brother’s cock filled her.

  Steadily, Tate shifted her between himself and Felix. All the while, Asher slid his fingers through her lips, tormenting her clit at every opportunity.

  Her skin grew hot. Her arms began to shake. Her thighs trembled.

  And then it happened, wave after wave of clenching pleasure sending her eyes rolling back in her head. But it mattered not to the Bae
rs, who continued to fuck and finger her as if her world had not exploded into a billion shards of shimmering light.

  Astonishingly, her body calmed. The ringing in her ears became a distant drone. And devastating gratification gave over to hunger once more.

  “Coming,” Felix announced above her.

  He stepped back and, feet spread slightly apart, wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. With his gaze locked square on hers, he finished himself off with a few short strokes. Christa’s body responded in kind, muscles tightening and twitching as Felix grunted softly. After giving her a lopsided grin, he stepped away. She’d barely had time to wonder where he’d gone when Asher took his place.

  “Ready for more?”

  “More?” she questioned, too far gone to focus.

  “Yes,” he crooned, threading his fingers through her hair.

  He held her steady, pressing his cock between her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as she took him in, her throat working to accept his thickness. Both hands on her hips, Tate pressed deep, Christa humming her approval. But when she felt cool fingers working their way up her thighs, her eyes flew open with a shocking realization.

  They were taking turns, giving each other the opportunity to rest between orgasms. They could go on … forever.

  A soft whimper escaped her.

  “We told you, Goldie,” Tate chided. “We won’t leave you wanting.”

  Felix touched her aching clit, making her flinch.

  “Easy, little one,” he soothed. “Easy.”

  Gently, he massaged the hypersensitive spot, Asher and Tate remaining still until, gradually, her muscles unfurled. Then, by some inscrutable understanding, they withdrew simultaneously before easing into her from both ends. With each thrust, they increased the intensity until her breasts swayed as they fucked her. Felix caught at her nipples, pinching and pulling, making her squeal and wriggle.

  “Ah, ah. Ah!” she garbled around Asher’s dick, struggling against the orgasm threatening to overtake her.

  “No sense fighting it, Goldie. There are plenty more to come.”