by M. Never
“Good girl,” Reese breathes before he throws me over his shoulder like a caveman.
“Hey!” I grab onto his shirt.
He swats me on the butt as he makes his way to the stairs. “Ouch!” I flail.
“That’s for bouncing out on me. Never do it again. Got it?” He hits me once more for good measure.
“Fuck you.” I flinch.
“In due time, baby.”
I lift my head as Reese climbs the stairs with Dev hot on his heels.
Reality suddenly strikes. Is this really happening?
“Relax.” Dev traps my chin gently. “We’re going to take care of you. And make you feel so good.” He pushes some dangling hair away from my face so I can see him. He’s incredibly calm despite the carnal look in his eyes.
Once in my small room, Reese drops me on the bed. They each flank one side, making me feel like a trapped animal.
I kneel in the middle of the mattress at a loss at what to do next.
“Strip, baby,” Reese instructs as he unzips his leather jacket and pulls the gun from the back of his pants, placing it on my nightstand.
I stay frozen in place.
I know I’m supposed to move, but what’s clearly about to happen hasn’t sunk in yet.
“Need some assistance?” Dev crawls up behind me and kisses my neck. A switch flips. My eyes immediately roll backward. Yes, please, touch me. Both of you, please touch me.
Dev makes easy work of my shoes and socks then moves straight to my jacket, peeling it off before greedily lifting the hem of my shirt, taking my bra with it. I’m left kneeling in only my ripped jeans and bare chest as I watch Reese slowly remove his own shirt. There’s an abundance of moonlight illuminating the room, the silvery rays brightening the space enough to make out the shadows of bodies and facial features.
I falter as he approaches. His inked body moving sleekly and smoothly. His eyes blinking in a slow, languid way, mesmerizing me like a cat.
“Damn.” Dev runs his fingers over my back, outlining the butterfly tattoo that stretches across my shoulder blades. “Badass, Kayla.” He presses a fingertip into a few specific spots on the wings. “Are those supposed to be bullet holes?”
“Yes.” I cover my naked breasts insecurely. Reese pulls my arm away.
“Don’t. Ever.”
I start breathing fast and deep, my unease evident.
“Who hurt you, Kayla?” Dev asks softly.
I laugh distantly.
“Who says anyone hurt me? Maybe I’m the one who hurt someone.”
“Impossible.” Dev skims his lips down the curve of my shoulder. “You heal. You don’t hurt.”
I bottle up the feelings suddenly raging inside. I haven’t always been this person, and it seems my decisions haven’t matured much with age, since I’m on the precipice of sleeping with two men.
“I walk a fine line.” I look back at Dev.
He tilts my face up. “Tonight, there are no lines.” He kisses me deeply, desirously, our tongues rolling against each other gluttonously before he urges me down onto my back. This is really happening. Really. Fucking. Happening.
“Relax.” Dev pins my arms over my head as Reese unbuttons my fly, my pants and panties disappearing.
I breathe faster as Reese spreads my legs and kisses his way up my inner thighs. I’m aching already, and he hasn’t even reached my most sensitive spot. The closer he gets, the more unhinged I become. The first touch of his tongue is soft. Just a savory taste. He moans with prolonged appreciation before burying his face fully into my displayed pussy.
“Oh God!” I arch vainly on the mattress as they both hold me down.
“Does Reese’s mouth feel good?” Dev speaks softly into my ear.
“Yes,” I moan as Reese licks me emphatically.
“I know how good your pussy tastes.” He nips at my earlobe as I squirm on the bed. “I know how much Reese loves eating you out.”
Reese sucks hard on my clit, stretching it in tandem with Dev’s words. I cry out in a pleasurable pain, reaching a new level of ecstasy.
In reaction to me, Reese locks his arms around my thighs and sinks his tongue deeper into my slick entrance, forcing my whole body to lock up.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” I try to move my hips, frantic for more friction, but I’m securely subdued in place.
“I need to come,” I expel desperately. I look up into Dev’s eyes, my vision blurry and my breathing rapid. He’s staring down at me like the starving wolf he is, enjoying my distress.
“You look so pretty when you’re needy.” Dev seduces me with his words. “Skin flushed, mouth parted, nipples hard.” He teases me with kisses as Reese slides one finger into my pussy and simultaneously tongues my clit. I gasp, biting Dev’s lip as my insides rupture.
Dev chuckles darkly. “We’re going to destroy you tonight, butterfly, and I promise, you’re going to love it so much you’ll be begging for more.”
Dev’s words spark a flame in my core as Reese applies the perfect pressure. The physical and verbal stimulation together do a number on my desire, forcing me to combust. I come furiously, a pounding sensation spreading through every limb, as I riotously fight against the two men holding me down.
At the tail end of my orgasm, when my body starts to calm, I feel an intrusion.
“Oh!” My muscles spasm instinctively as Reese dips a finger into my ass.
“Don’t fight it.” Dev continues to speak to me in that calm, titillating tone. “We need you loose. Ready.”
Reese continues to finger my ass as Dev talks me through the bites of pain. It’s a burning pressure, which eases slowly and steadily until Reese adds a second digit. I’m sent right back to square one as the tight ring of muscle rejects the foreign invasion. I mewl on the mattress as the two of them encroach on my body. Dev skimming his tongue over my chest, capturing each nipple in his mouth, ravishing it until the rosy flesh is sore while at the same time Reese stretches me wide, sucking mercilessly on my clit. It’s maddening—two men, two mouths, four hands, and insurmountable pleasure. My head is light, my body is heavy, and my need insatiable.
“Fuck, she’s so wet.” Reese scissors my rosebud open as he continuously licks the frenzied bundle of nerves my pussy has become. “And loose.”
“You ready for us, butterfly?” Dev releases my wrists and sits up, his erection blaring beneath the zipper of his jeans.
“She better be.” Reese lets go of my leg and wipes his mouth against my thigh. “Because I can’t wait another fucking second.” He withdraws his fingers, and my worked little butthole contracts. I breathe through the uncomfortable sensation as I watch, in a sexually-drugged haze, as the two men discard the rest of their clothes.
Reese pulls me up once he’s completely naked. I drink in his bare form. Tall, lean, and cut in all the right places. The machine-like tattoo covering the entire right side of his body glows in the moonlight, highlighting the intricate design—the gears and levers, even the tiny nuts and bolts. He’s the epitome of bad boy, and his sights are clearly set on me.
“Straddle Dev,” he instructs.
I turn to find Dev sitting up against my white leather headboard. He’s every bit as beguiling as his brother, but in his own intrinsic way.
He pulls me onto his lap, my slippery folds grazing over his rigid cock. I’m dying for him to be inside me. Dev stifles a moan then traps my hips. “Not yet. We’re going to go slow.” He cups my cheek firmly. “Whatever happens, don’t take your eyes off me. I want to watch you. I want to see everything.”
I don’t know if I can make any promises, so I just nod and hope for the best.
I feel Reese settle behind me, his chest pressed against my back and the head of his cock poking at my entrance.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here?” He spreads my ass cheeks and nudges the head of his erection into my dilated little hole.
“No,” I answer meekly.
“Good.” He kisses my shoulder and penetrates me sl
ightly. I push forward, fear and anxiety at the forefront.
“You need to relax.” Dev moves his hands back to my hips. “Trust us. It may hurt for a few seconds, but I promise, in the end, it will all be worth it. Just look at me.”
I lock eyes with Dev as Reese continues to slowly assault me. It does hurt, my muscles burning as they stretch. His girth and length so much more abrasive than his fingers.
I sink my nails into Dev’s arms and pant rapidly.
“That’s it.” He kisses me over and over, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb to distract me from the pain. It works wonders as my pussy twinges and my body begs for more. A table turns, and I’m no longer apprehensive but instead, eager. The pain and pleasure mingling until it morphs into one collective sensation.
I drop my head and close my eyes, pushing back onto Reese’s cock.
“Oh no.” Dev grabs my face. “Eyes. Open. Look at me.”
I pop my eyes open and stare into the depths of Dev’s blue gaze.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Reese grunts as he pushes himself completely in. My muscles contracting around his engorged cock. “And you’re all fucking mine. Your ass officially belongs to me.” He pumps in and out slowly, securing his hand around my throat.
Dev smirks rapturously. “My turn.” He removes his thumb from my clit and grabs his shaft. “My turn to own your pussy.” He impales me onto his cock, and it slices through my soaked slit like a warm knife through butter. In a fraction of a second, I’m completely full and completely possessed.
“Oh, fuck, I missed you.” He thrusts upwards, and I see stars. My eyes widening and my air supply thinning as they collectively begin to move, each manipulating my body like a marionette, employing it exactly how they want. How many times have I fantasized about this? How many times did I see it in my dreams, never once imagining it would translate into real life? Yet, here I am, being taken by the two men who govern my heart and now govern my being.
I’m overcome with roaming hands and eager lips as my body is pushed and pulled to the limit. Dev and Reese seesawing in and out of each overstretched hole until I’m climbing the walls, until my womb is clenching, my rosebud is compressing, and my tameless moans are echoing out to the street.
A communal sound of pleasure builds as the three of us become lost in a shared whirlwind of arousal.
When Dev said he and Reese were going to destroy me, he meant it because I’m falling apart, fraying at the seams on the verge of a tumultuous orgasm.
“Dev,” I whine as all my muscles constrict.
“I feel it.” He breathes laboriously as I ride him. “Just let go. I want to watch.”
I drop my forehead to his, a hair away from tumbling over the edge.
“Eyes open.”
“I can’t,” I strain, so fucking close, it’s torture.
“Yes, you can. Open them,” he orders.
I flutter my eyelashes as my orgasm unravels like a runaway spool of kite string. He traps my head as I shiver and shake, my insides in an uproar.
“Oh, shit,” Reese mutters from behind me as he drives in deep. All I can do is accept him as I’m paralyzed by the riotous sensations and Dev’s unyielding glare.
“Ahhh,” Reese moans tormentingly, biting my shoulder and squeezing my breast as he comes right along with me. But Dev holds out until the very last second, fighting the urge, pumping his cock until I hit my peak and completely shatter.
I collapse under the weight of the climax as my emotions ride a high-speed roller coaster. I bury my face in Dev’s neck trying to quietly process everything that just happened. But I’m mentally and physically fatigued, and the only way to come to terms it seems is to unleash the sentiments through an unwanted onset of tears. I cry silently, attempting to keep the backlash to myself.
“Kayla?” Dev fights to pull me off him, but I cling to his body.
“Hey.” I feel Reese slide my hair over to uncover my face. “Did we hurt you?”
“No,” I answer muffled.
“Then what is it?” They both muscle me up. I wipe my eyes and cheeks, embarrassed. I’m being such a fucking girl.
“Were we just so mind-blowing it brought you to tears?” Dev asks, the sarcasm evident.
I laugh. “Yes. That’s exactly it.”
“Of course, it is,” Reese gloats, getting comfortable next to Dev and me. “Who wouldn’t be brought to tears being with the both of us? How many women can say they’ve been fucked by a world-famous motorcycle champion and a respected doctor at the same time? I’m going to say none besides you.” Reese smiles affectionately.
“It’s a lot to wrap my head around,” I admit. I’ve bounced between the two of them for months, and finally having the tension bubble and pop was more than I was prepared for.
“You look tired.” Dev hooks some hair behind my ear.
“I’m exhausted.” On every single level.
“Come here, then.” Reese pulls me off Dev and into the crook of his arm. “I didn’t get to do this last time.” He closes his eyes, resting his head contentedly on one of my frilly pillows.
“Yeah, because you’re a sex stealer.” I poke him in the ribs.
“Damn right.” Reese and I both laugh at our inside joke while Dev raises an eyebrow.
“Long story.” I pull him down next to me so I’m packed between the two of them. My full-sized bed providing just enough room for the three of us to lay. One wrong move, though, and someone may end up on the floor. Good thing I’m the cream in the middle of this cookie sandwich.
Wrapped in a cocoon of male limbs and warmth, the sounds of their breathing paired with the caress of their hands over my bare skin lulls me straight into a deep, satisfied slumber.
I wake with a start, cold and alone.
I grab the sheets on both sides, finding them empty.
A monumental feeling of loss pummels me.
I question whether last night even happened. Then I shift, and a world of hurt punches me between my legs. “Oh shit.” I roll over into the fetal position and breathe. Goddamn. It definitely happened, because it feels like I did one too many Kegel exercises. Oh.
I slink out of bed slowly and cover my body with a hot-pink nightshirt, every step evoking the ache between my legs. I creep down the stairs, taking each step carefully as the smell of coffee fills the first floor like smoke. My senses enliven as I round the corner to find Reese and Dev leaning casually against the counter, both with a mug in their hand. I expel a sigh of relief. Truth be told, I would’ve been devastated if they disappeared on me in the middle of the night.
“Morning.” I enter the room timidly, making a beeline for the coffeemaker.
“Morning,” Dev answers, the two of them tracking my every move. My kitchen is small. Nothing more than a countertop, a few cabinets, a refrigerator, and stove all done in whites and creams.
“How did you sleep?” Reese asks over the steam rising from his cup.
“Fine.” I turn to them, warming my hands around the mug.
“Just fine?” Reese toys with me. I suppress a smirk. “Much better than fine. Supremely satisfied.” I stroke their egos.
“Now, that’s the response I wanted to hear.” Reese leans down and kisses me. Oh, Good. Morning. Dev then does the same. Whoa. My head is suddenly spinning. I’m not awake enough to process all this.
“Kayla,” Dev says my name seriously. “We need to talk.” Oh shit, here it comes.
“About?” I take an innocent sip of coffee.
“Several things.” Dev removes the cup from my hand, then props me up onto the countertop. I wince when my butt hits the laminate. That smarts.
“A little sensitive, are we?” Reese mocks.
“Yes.” I clench my crying pussy.
“We did our job then.” He smiles haughtily.
A little too well.
Reese and Dev surround me with their bodies, each taking liberties with their hands. Reese’s on my hip, Dev’s on my naked thigh.
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask, trying to get a grip. I don’t want to come off as some needy woman who’s already hooked on them.
Which, obviously, I am.
Dev skims his thumbs across my burning skin, making it difficult to concentrate. “You want to tell me what that Kawasaki is doing parked in your garage?”
“Huh?” Not the question I was expecting, at all. Like never even entered my mind.
I peer at Reese. “Has someone been sharing secrets that aren’t his to tell?”
Reese just shrugs. “He was going to find out eventually.”
I’m uprooted with a potent shot of suppressed emotion. My past is my cross to bear, and I choose when, and whom, to share it with.
“Kayla, you have to let us in. This will never work if you keep us in the dark.”
“This?”
“Yes, this.” Dev motions to the three of us. “You didn’t think last night was a one-time deal, did you?”
I hoped it wasn’t.
“You belong to us now,” Reese confirms. “Every last inch of you.” He fucks me with his eyes, and I have a flashback of last night. My cheeks instantly heat. I’ve belonged to them longer than they know.
“Tell us so we know. So we can understand,” Dev implores, gripping my thigh tightly. I know it’s eating him alive. From the moment we met, I’ve been prejudiced against him because he rides a motorcycle, and here he is now peeling away the layers of all my dirty secrets. Of my hypocrisy.
I breathe shallowly as I look between them, the guilt rising like the ghoul it is.
I haven’t talked about that night in nearly ten years. I don’t even know where to begin.
“Kayla, you can tell us. You can trust us,” Dev consoles me.
I want to trust them. Even more than that, I want to fall apart in their arms and have them tell me everything is okay. That it wasn’t my fault, even though it was.
The tears well before I can stop them, my vision blurring. Dev and Reese immediately move closer as I find the strength to let them in.
“I was sort of wild when I was younger.” I laugh through my tears. “In high school, I got wrapped up with a bad crowd. My aunt could barely control me. I was a teenager rebelling. Drinking, drugs, sex, boys, and bikes. That was my life for a while.” I turn red. I’m not proud, but it’s a fact. I wipe my wet cheeks and continue talking. If I stop, I’ll never find the courage to finish. “She was my best friend. My sister,” I add obscurely.