Karley's Surrender

by Christin Lovell

  “Come here.” He pulled us down.

  I lay half on top of him at a sideways angle. He didn’t give me a chance to straighten before he captured my lips. His tongue darted out, pushing inside to tangle with my own. His fingers hooked the back of my neck as his thumb stroked my cheek, slowly comforting me. His other hand slid along my side, along my waist, over my wide hips to cup my rear. I felt his hips push out as he growled, squeezing my ass.

  Following his lead, I let my hand roam down his body, over his hard muscles and down to his elongated cock. I sucked his lower lip between my teeth and bit down the second I wrapped my hand around his erection and moved. He hissed, clenching his teeth. I ran my tongue over my bite mark, soothing his pain as I began to pump his cock.

  I heard a drawer open and close, letting me know Cole was back in the room. Shane ended our kiss, giving my round rump a final pinch.

  “I want you to sixty-nine me,” he ordered.

  My eyes widened; I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks. “But you’d see everything.”

  “I know.” He smiled wide, nearly knocking the breath out of me. I bit my lower lip, contemplating whether I had the guts to do it. “You’ll love it,” he coerced. I stared up and down his length. I felt like I would squish him. Despite losing weight, there was much more of me than him. “You won’t move, then I’ll move you.”

  I screamed when he crossed his arms and grabbed my waist. He lifted me into the air in a split second, and positioned me over him. I caught myself on my elbows before I slammed into him. The second my knees fell beside his face, his tongue darted out, hitting my clit directly, as if to pleasure me into obeying.

  “Why do we have to do it this way?” I asked, trying to block the pleasure stemming from his tongue. I whimpered, inadvertently pressing down into his mouth.

  “Because the element of surprise brings heightened pleasure,” Cole replied. I heard packaging being ripped open.

  A shiver ran down my spine. My body was already sensitized by my previous orgasms, my nerve endings raw, yet Shane continued his tease of my inner folds. I gasped as a finger prodded my back entrance. I looked over my shoulder to find Cole working oil into my tight pucker. Between Shane licking me and Cole poking me, my body heated, my juices filling my core.

  I moaned when Cole forced a finger inside as Shane lightly nipped my clit. I gripped Shane’s member, needing to distract myself before I came too fast again. I teased his head with my mouth. He momentarily stopped his tongue, groaning as I sucked him lower. I raked my teeth lightly over his ridge. He abruptly grabbed my hips and pulled me down into him, my knees sliding outwards. Cole thrust a second finger into me at that exact moment; as if they silently communicated this stuff. I exhaled sharply as my muscles tightened; erotic pulses clenching my pussy as I moved my hips, pressed my center into their touch.

  I sunk down onto Shane in one lithe move. “Shit!” he yelled, bucking his hips.

  I cried as he sucked my clit into his mouth, directly assaulting the nub. Pain and pleasure bordered each other, as I worked my mouth up and down his length. He thrust into my mouth as I moved my hand to cup his balls. My body tensed, everything inside me building, rolling into a tight ball. My vision blurred so I closed my eyes, but that only enhanced the feelings washing over me. The second Cole pressed into my rear, pushing against my tight sphinxter, I exploded. A harsh, guttural cry fell from within me, right as Cole slammed home.

  “Oh shit!” I screamed, my head flying up as I arched my back. My body was in a twist of pain and pleasure; each battling to win.

  Cole’s cock stretched my skin; it burned as I struggled to accommodate him. He gripped my hips, sliding out easy before pushing back in again. I mewled when Shane’s tongue dipped inside my front entrance, devouring my juices.

  When I was finally breathing somewhat normal again, as in not gasping for air, I returned my attention to Shane’s cock, flickering before me. My muscles began to relax as I fell into Cole’s building rhythm as Shane continued to work my pussy. My mouth captured Shane’s erection, sucking him hard. Just as I fell into a steady pace with Cole, shock ran through me and a new wave of liquid heat filled my pussy, wrapping around the new toy Shane shoved home.

  I felt full. Cole gripped my hips, pumping in my rear as Shane moved the dildo in and out of me at a slower rhythm. My knees shook; I would have collapsed had Cole not been holding me up when Shane’s mouth came over my clit. I was running towards the finish line again. Sensation overwhelmed my body.

  I wasn’t going to be the only one this time though. I tried to separate myself from the pleasure overtaking my body, rushing my core and sliding upwards. My nipples, tight peaks, were being abraded along Shane’s tight abs. The second my head cleared slightly, I turned my focus on him. I gripped his length, constricting his base. I took all of him in my mouth, sucking hard in a fast pace. He thrust his hips in rhythm with my assault. I passed my tongue over the head of him each time he slid out. I pumped my hand in the opposite direction so his cock was overwhelmed at both ends.

  Shane and Cole caught up to my speed, slamming into me rapidly as Shane’s tongue slapped against my nerve endings. I refused to let myself sink into their moves though.

  I cried out as Cole smacked my ass. “Stop holding back!”

  I shook my head, not willing to let myself fall again until they had. I yelped in surprise when they both pulled free of me. My body fluttered around the emptiness of my holes. Before my brain could even process what had happened, Cole had lifted into his arms and off the bed. My arms flung around his neck, my legs clasped around his waist, holding on for dear life. He carried me to the far side of the room, leaning his back against the wall by the door. He locked eyes with me, his anger palpable.

  “You are never to hold back with us, do you understand me?” His tone was harsh, but not in an abusive way. I was barely able to shake my head before he slammed into my pussy. I cried out, leaning into his chest.

  My body shook when Cole spread my cheeks so Shane could slam into my back hole. I gasped for air, moaning as I exhaled. They fell into a quick rhythm; tension mounting within me as I rapidly climbed to the peak again. I was on the precipice, fighting hard not go over without them again.

  “You think you can hold back from us, darlin’?” Shane’s voice was hard, rough. I closed my eyes and shook my head ‘no.’

  “Let go, Karley,” Cole ordered. “Stop fighting it. You know we’ll catch you, sweetie.” His tone softened.

  Holding back was becoming painful. My body felt like it was being pinched everywhere; my muscles cramping beneath my willpower.

  “You asked for it, darlin’,” Shane said.

  His hand slid down between me and Cole. I heard the buzzing before I felt it. He pressed the vibrator over my clit; I panted, curling my feet as tightly as I could, clenching my muscles even more than before to the point where I couldn’t move. Both men growled at my stubbornness.

  I was lost the moment Cole’s mouth sucked my sensitive nipple. It was too much. They forced me to let go; they threw me over the edge of the cliff. Tears stung my eyes, quickly falling over my cheeks as every part of me rolled beneath the pleasure. My womb flooded as I came with a vengeance; my pussy biting down on Cole’s cock. A guttural cry poured from my lips sweat broke out over my skin. My vision blurred beneath the force as my body tingled; every muscle clenching and releasing as all of me fell into a spasm of utter bliss; pleasure overtaking my conscious and my subconscious.

  I was lost in the feeling of it. I knew Cole and Shane were there, but I was so overwhelmed emotionally and physically. My past and present collided harshly; I heard myself crying as I broke down, their love too intense for me. I couldn’t focus on any one part of myself, or the experience. I was a jumble of flutters, of erotic pleasure and brokenness.

  As I slowly passed through the haze, my mind clearing as my body returned to reality, I felt their lips all over me. Cole wiped away my tears, kissing my cheeks, my forehead, my neck and
collarbone. Shane whispered sweet words of encouragement and praise to me as he kissed my back and shoulders. I felt their softened penises inside me, letting me know they’d gotten their too.

  Shane pulled back with a clipped, “I’ll be right back.”

  Cole carried me to the bed, laying me down so gently, so carefully, my heart melted at his efforts. Shane strode back into the room with a wet cloth. He pressed the warmth of it along my center as he washed me. No one had ever cared for me the way they had; even my mother didn’t tend to my needs as tenderly and thoroughly as they did.

  Once I was clean, Cole gathered me to him. He kissed my head, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “I love you.”

  Shane wrapped himself behind me, his arms securing me to him protectively. “I love you, darlin’. I’m so proud of you.”

  I smiled weakly, exhausted. The tears calmed as I relaxed into them; into their arms, into their love, into a life I could finally picture long term with them.

  Chapter 23

  “Think we should wake her?” Shane asked. I felt him pressed against my back still.

  Cole didn’t answer right away. “We have to get going soon. The meeting’s at four and it’s already 3:15.”

  I turned onto my back and stretched; the men chuckling beside me. “Good morning,” I said as I opened my eyes, my voice raspy.

  “Mornin’,” Shane said.

  “Afternoon.” Cole kissed my cheek.

  “We have to get to a meetin’, darlin’.”

  “Ok,” I nodded, sitting up and pulling the blanket with me. I could feel the chill in the air, as if the temperature had dropped since last night.

  “We’ll come get you later,” Cole promised, sliding out of bed.

  I shook my head. They both got dressed in a hurry. With a quick kiss of my lips and an ‘I love you,’ they left.

  My apartment seemed empty, eerie almost without them. Deciding not to dwell on it, I rolled out of bed. I grabbed an outfit and headed to the bathroom to shower. Getting dressed, I frowned when there was a knock on the front door. I hurried to finish and get to there in time. I peeked through the peephole and came up short when I saw Marge and Carol, as well as the other girl that was there last night. I bit my lip, knowing I had to open to the door to them, but I was still hesitant.

  Slowly I pulled open the door. The women all but barged in, Marge coming through first.

  “Oh, honey, come here.” She threw her arms out wide. I swallowed hard, staring at her gold button up shirt, beneath a brown tweed jacket. “Oh, Karley, I knew I was a bitch yesterday. I’m sorry, honey. I had no idea; honest. And I feel just awful. Now please don’t leave me hanging here. My fat arms aren’t cut out for this exercise.” I finally cracked a smile at that and move towards her. She pulled me into a bear hug, making it impossible for me to escape until she was good and ready for me to.

  “Don’t hog her, Marge. She’s going to be my daughter-in-law too. And I suppose I owe you an apology as well, Karley. I’m sorry, dear. I’m not usually like that, but, well, the boys have been hurt before, and I guess the beast came out in us.”

  “You can say that again.” The plus-size girl beside Carol rolled her eyes.

  Marge released me to Carol, who wasn’t as rough with her hug. She pulled me into her chest. “I’m so sorry, Karley. I can only imagine what you’ve gone through, and dealing with two old women taking jabs couldn’t have been pleasant.”

  “You’re lucky it wasn’t me. I would have thrown them right back.”

  “Oh, hush, Anna,” Carol snapped. She shook her head.

  “Hi, Karley. I’m Cole’s sister, Anna.” She stuck her hand out. I gripped it, unable to keep from smiling back at her. She was feisty, spoke her mind, and didn’t hold back. I liked her.

  “Hi,” I said. I finally noticed the door was still wide open and shut it. “Come on in and sit down. I’m assuming you didn’t just come over for that.”

  “I love how she already knows us so well,” Marge beamed approvingly.

  Carol smoothed her dark jeans as she sat down on the sofa. The women both were dressed up, Marge more than Carol though. They reminded me of the rich women of our town, always in pant suits or expensive sweaters with crisp jeans. Marge was more daring in her color choices while Carol chose more classic, earth tone and black hues. Marge was accessorized with large bobbles of all sorts while Carol maintained a minimal approach. Looking to Anna, she was dressed more like her mother in dark wash jeans, grey pumps and a billowy, dark teal shirt that somehow complimented her larger size rather than add bulk; she tied it all together with a gauzy charcoal scarf.

  I stared down at my stone-washed skinny jeans that Suzie had gotten for me last Christmas. They’d been too small before, but fit me perfectly now. I’d pared them with a grey t-shirt, but looking at the women, I felt grossly under-dressed, especially with my bare feet.

  “We came to steal you away for a girls day, that is, if you’ll let us.” Carol was barely able to cross her legs. She wasn’t as heavy as the rest of us, but was thick enough to struggle with the simple task, a task I couldn’t do at all.

  “Um…”

  “Please don’t stick me with these two for the rest of the day. I’ll go crazy,” Anna pleaded.

  “Uh, sure. What did you have in mind?”

  “Mani and pedi followed by dinner,” she said.

  “And it’s our treat for everything,” Marge added. “It’s the least we can do.”

  “Ok. Let me go finish getting ready. I’ll only be a couple minutes.”

  “I’ll come with you.” Before I could reply, Anna was already pulling me towards my bedroom. Sometimes I wished I had more than one room; this was one of those times because she walked right in and found my shredded clothes on the floor. She chuckled. “Someone had fun.” I blushed profusely. I broke away from her grip and quickly picked them up. “You don’t have to worry. I know how my brother is. They were just like that with-“ She cut herself off, quickly turning away and going to my closet. “Let’s get you a different shirt and some shoes.”

  It wasn’t that I was a sloppy woman, but I didn’t have the same fashionable choices as I assumed Anna had. I was cheap with my clothes and shoes, buying only clearance items. I threw the ruined clothes into my hamper as Anna flipped through my limited options.

  “How about this, with these?” she asked, holding out a long sleeve, skin tight black shirt to wear beneath a flimsy white shirt with a big black feather printed on the front. It was another item Suzie had purchased for me. It was one of those shirts that tended to hang off one shoulder and fell away from the body; Suzie said it was popular in California where such a thin fabric was comfortable. In her other hand was a pair of black, pointed toe kitten heels. I’d worn them once and then threw them to the back of my closet because my feet felt fat in them. “Just try it on,” she coaxed, noticing my hesitance.

  “Ok.” I turned my back and changed. I slid into the heels, surprised when my feet fit perfectly in them, no longer puffing out over the top. I didn’t think you could lose weight in your feet, so I assumed maybe I’d been swollen last time. I turned back around to her, raising a brow.

  “Oh, I love it! Now it’s time for make-up. Let me go get my purse. I have some killer plum and black eye shadow that will give you the perfect smoky eye effect.” She rushed out of the room, again, before I could even respond. I was starting to realize that once Anna set her mind to something, there was no changing it.

  She was back in a hurry. “I can’t wait til the guys see you later. They’re going to shit themselves. You look so good. Not that you didn’t before, but this is a very high fashion outfit. Much different than what they’ve seen you in I’m sure.”

  I sat on the bed and closed my eyes as she touched every part of my face with a brush. Layers of cream and powder were smoothed over my skin. I felt her go over my eyelids multiple times before she carefully coated my lashes with black mascara. She ran chapstick over my lips followed by a sh
iny lipgloss.

  “Do you have a blow dryer?”

  “In the bathroom.”

  “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  Moments later she returned. She plugged in the appliance and had me sit on the bed with my back towards her. She ran a round brush through my long locks, the dryer pressing my strands between the spindles of the brush.

  When she was done, she yanked me from the bed, dragging me across the hall to the lone bathroom. She flicked on the fan and the light, not knowing which was which, and pushed me towards the mirror. My mouth fell open as I stared at myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize myself. I was surprised to find my thick hair in perfect, big bouncy curls. And my face! My skin looked flawless. I looked like I belonged on the cover of a magazine; I had a healthy glow and eyes that could rival Cole’s and Shane’s in their panther form. I took a step back to peer at more of my figure. I somehow looked thinner despite the oversized shirt falling away from my body. It even made my breasts appear larger.

  “I love it. You did amazing. Do you do this for a living?” I asked, turning back towards her.

  “Nah. I would love to though.” She smiled, pleased by my compliment.

  “You should. You would be great at it.”

  “Thanks. Now let’s go before the old women get crabby.”

  “We heard that, young lady,” Carol scowled.

  “Relax, Mom, I was just joking.”

  “Uh huh. Let’s go before I strangle you.” Carol shook her head, slinging her purse onto her shoulder as she stood.

  I grabbed the same black clutch I carried last night. They headed out to the car ahead of me while I locked up. As I walked towards their oversized SUV, I wondered if the guys knew they were here.

  “Did Shane or Cole give you directions to my apartment?” I asked, closing the back door and buckling up.

  “Bobby did. The boys are clueless that we’ve kidnapped you for the evening,” Marge replied, backing out of the parking lot. She pressed the gas the second she got to the main road, prompting me to grab the door handle for support.