by Jayne Rylon
On a groan, his hands reached forward to cup her breasts. He played with them—squeezing and caressing—until she ground her crotch against Ty’s shaft, still nestled below her soaked underwear. Mason placed one palm flat between her shoulder blades and forced her forward. He guided her toward Tyler.
“I want to see you suck her tits.” The request came out more like a demand. “Show me what she likes.”
He molded her breast upward, feeding her nipple into Ty’s seeking mouth as the other man ducked his head. When his suckling sent shocks of electricity up her spine, his hands directed her hips in concentrated swirls. Mason encircled her throat with light pressure from his fingers then tipped her head back so he could monitor her expression.
“Mmm, yes, doll. You like that.” His thumb tickled her cheek. “Let’s try it a little harder and see if that’s better for you, okay?”
She moaned in response to his rhetorical question when Ty followed his lead, pulling the tip of her breast into his mouth. Her spine arched to the limit of her flexibility as she fought to make him take her nipple deeper.
The sensation combined with the blunt pressure of his cock bumping her clit as she humped him until she came precariously close to tumbling over the edge of ecstasy into orgasm.
“Enough.” Mason tugged her away, her nipple leaving Ty’s mouth with a slurp. “I don’t want you to come yet. Not until I tell you, do you understand?”
She struggled to catch her breath, never mind answer him. In response to her silence, Mason covered her back and slid them to the other side of the bed. Pinned beneath his solid weight, she fought instinctive panic for a moment. As soon as it hit her, Ty appeared beside her, his face even with hers against the mattress. The pressure on her shoulders didn’t shift but she no longer felt alone.
“Look into my eyes, little one.” Desire electrified the green until they burned like lasers. “He’s not going to hurt you. This is Mason. But he’s dominant through and through. When he asks you a question, you’ll need to answer him or he goes a little caveman.”
Tyler took her fingers where they rested against the sheet and nibbled the tips. All the while, Mason kept her still, letting her adjust to his presence. The rough, uneven cadence of his breathing billowed her hair as his cock throbbed against her ass and lower back in time to his racing heartbeat.
“Still okay?” Ty sucked on her finger as he waited for her to confirm.
Lacey nodded, the motion rubbing her hair against Mason’s chest, communicating her assent to both men. In a flash, Mason dropped lower, testing her. Instead of fighting, she went still. She absorbed his heat and the security of being held so close by someone she trusted.
“Very good, doll.” His approval heightened her pleasure. “Now, let’s try this again. I want you to tell us when you’re about to get off. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She wasn’t being facetious. The appellation slipped from her lips natural as could be.
Mason’s response was instantaneous. He kept her tucked against his chest when he rolled to his back then situated himself so he sat with his shoulders braced against the headboard. Lacey reclined in his lap with her shoulders cradled on his chest. One of his arms rested just below her breasts while the other hand wandered over her tummy to her mound. When his fingers encountered the drenched lace, teasing the engorged flesh below it, she cried out but instincts urged her to let them have their way.
“Ty, get rid of those panties so we can show her how we reward good girls.”
Tyler’s fingers skimmed her hips, tucking under the bands at the side of her thong. She lifted her ass to give him room to ease the material along her thighs. Bare to their perusal, she shifted self-consciously.
Mason’s cock jerked in the cushion of her ass. It glided through the combination of their clean sweat and his slippery arousal. He tweaked her nipple, adding to her sweet torture. “Stay still.”
Then, in one motion, he tucked his knees between hers, spread his thighs wide and propped his feet on the mattress so his knees bent, pinning her legs in the valley made by his thighs and torso. At the foot of the bed, Ty moaned as he enjoyed the view from his perfect perspective.
With his lower hand, Mason toyed with her exposed pussy. He ran his fingers along the ridges of her slit until he teased her clit with the very tip of one digit. In her ear, he whispered, “Look at how much Tyler wants to taste you. Do you see how hard his cock is?”
She whimpered, the only response she could force past the longing choking her.
“Should we let him play?”
Ty observed their exchange from his position, unmoving. He had surrendered control to Mason as surely as she had. The knowledge caused her pussy to spasm, pushing more of her arousal onto her exposed vulva and Mason’s fingers.
“Hmmm… I think so, too.”
She nearly cried in relief.
“I want to watch him eat your pretty pussy. Get over here, Tyler.”
Lacey tracked the captivating progress he made as he lunged between their entangled limbs. For a moment, it looked as though he intended to lick her honey from Mason’s glistening fingers but her captor removed them at the last second. Instead, Ty’s amazing tongue flicked over her labia in the spot Mason’s hand had rested moments before.
A decadent vision of Ty servicing Mason overran her imagination. The proximity of his mouth to the other man’s straining cock and tight sac only encouraged her fantasy.
An intense wave of desire wracked her body with shudders. Ty groaned and ingested the new evidence of her pleasure. Together, she and Mason watched as Ty lapped every last drop from her rosy skin. He twirled his tongue around her clit until his chin and lips turned glossy.
“I want to know what you taste like.” Mason’s chest heaved, puffing out her breasts. The tension in his muscles kept them tight enough to shatter beneath her. She started to move in order to facilitate his wish to switch places with Ty but quickly realized he had other plans.
“I told you to stay still.” This time the pinch on her nipple came harder.
Lacey cried out. Pleasure, not pain, caused her reaction.
“Kiss her, Ty.” The bed shook as her dark-haired lover rose gracefully to his knees. His hard-on nudged her breasts before he hunched over to infuse her mouth with the scent and taste of her passion. The strokes of his tongue on hers incited a riot of need. She felt empty and abandoned. She needed someone buried inside her. Soon.
“Enough.”
Tyler braced his palms on the wall above their heads as he panted, catching his breath after their profound kiss.
“Now, is there something you want to tell me, doll?” His tone dared her to ask for what she needed.
“Please, Mason. I’m close. I need you to fuck me.” Desire obliterated her inhibitions, allowing her to beg.
“Shit, yes.” With one hand he struggled to shove his underwear low enough to free his cock. When he fought to pull the fabric over the huge bulge prohibiting their descent, Tyler bent to assist him but Mason ripped the seams of his boxer briefs before his friend could reach them.
His cock bounced against her pussy and she screamed for him. “Please!”
“First, I want to taste you. Or have you forgotten my wishes so soon?”
Suddenly, Lacey knew exactly what he intended. She arched her neck until their mouths joined. He groaned and bit her lip before sucking hard on her tongue. After securing her submission, he presented her with his cock. His hand guided the thick shaft into place while he continued to ingest her flavor.
With a shift of his hips, the head notched into her pussy. Consistent with their builds, he seemed much thicker than Tyler if not quite as long. Though he thrust his hips in a shallow arc, his cock got stuck just inside her channel.
He broke the contact of their mouths long enough to growl. “Doll, you’re so fucking tight.”
Ty sank from his position to kneel in the V of their thighs. He wrapped his hands over her hips, lifting her a fraction of a
n inch before impaling her once more on Mason’s erection. When he made only slight progress, he groaned and dipped his head. He resumed his oral exploration of her clit, sucking and nibbling gently until the additional secretions, and gravity, coaxed more of Mason’s cock to slide inside her.
She cried out as the intrusion stretched the walls of her pussy, inspiring delicious sensations tinged with pain. Beneath her, Mason groaned when the motions of Ty’s chin tortured him in turn. Though she felt his muscles quivering beneath her, he caved in to instinct and thrust his hips just as her grip relaxed slightly, burying himself to the hilt.
All three of them froze.
Lacey panted into Mason’s mouth. Unable to tell him how close she hovered to orgasm, she searched blindly for his hand, his leg, anything to signal her impending ecstasy. He broke their kiss and instructed, “Hold on, doll. I want us all to come together. Ty, get up here. Tits or mouth, your choice.”
Lost in sensation, she didn’t have time to consider his meaning until Tyler stood in front of her once more. “I want to come on your chest, little one. Will you let me?”
Mason began to thrust inside her, stroking all the right places when Tyler’s intent sank in. She cupped her breasts in her hands, squashing them together until they created a luscious pillow for his cock.
“Holy shit. Mason, I’m not going to last.” Ty called out his warning as he fit the dripping head of his hard-on into her cleavage. All the while, Mason held her hips still as he thrust into her faster and harder from below. The motion of his strokes pressed on a sweet spot with every entry.
Though passion threatened to close her eyelids, she fought to keep them open and watch as the purple head of Ty’s cock poked from between her breasts. She couldn’t draw breath into her lungs fast enough. Every muscle in her body went taut as it prepared for release.
“Mason! Ty! Please, make me come. Please.”
Her begging alone threw Tyler over the edge. She observed another pump of precum squirt from his cock and drape on her breast, accompanied by a roar that signaled his imminent orgasm.
“Yes. Yes, Lacey. Come for us. Come on me,” Mason shouted as his fingers tightened around her hips. He drove inside her once, twice more and then the world tipped into slow motion. Ty pulled from her cleavage to pump strands of pearly liquid from his cock. They dangled off her nipples like lewd jewelry.
The sight caused her muscles to cramp around Mason’s rock-hard shaft, initiating both of their explosive reactions. Together, they came apart. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy squeezed her pussy around Mason, milking the come from his cock. He overflowed her until they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, replete.
She made no pretense of moving. Any attempt would be futile. Instead, she allowed the men to adjust themselves to keep from crushing someone or being crushed in return. Then they lay breathing hard as the rest of the world came back into existence by gradual measures.
Content to wallow in utter relaxation for the first time, maybe ever, she nuzzled into Tyler’s hairless chest while drawing lazy circles on the back of Mason’s hand where it cupped her hip. Although she knew they’d claimed her, an odd possessiveness stole over her. Without questioning the impulse, she nipped Ty’s pectoral hard enough to leave a mark.
He yelped then asked, in a groggy voice, “Did you just bite me?”
“Uh huh.” She made it up to him by licking the small hurt with a few soothing laps.
Mason chuckled into her hair, not caring enough to lift his head. “Feisty. I like it. You’re more than I ever could have imagined, doll. And, believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot.”
Remembering how he’d filled her, she shot, “Right back at you. You’re downright…hefty.”
Now it was Ty’s turn to laugh. “Isn’t that the truth?”
Mason propped one elbow under him then laid his head in his hand while he took stock of the various signs of their loving. When he saw the bright red marks on her hips, he frowned. With one finger, he traced the outline of his hands where they’d clenched her with bruising force.
He tensed along her flank. “Did I hurt you, Lacey?”
“Not enough to dissuade me from coming back for more.” She rolled over and met his worried gaze head on before giving him a quick, smacking kiss. She knew the time hadn’t yet come to confess how she truly felt so she kept things light. “I loved every second. Now, will you please hold me so I can sleep for a few hours? I talked Dr. Joy into taking me back at the hospital right away as long as I stay put, manning the nurse’s station, for the remainder of the hiatus.”
“I’ve got you, doll.” Mason tucked her against his side.
Ty patted her ass. “Sweet dreams, little one.”
Chapter Ten
By the time Lacey parked her hand-me-down Civic in the hospital’s employee parking lot late the next afternoon she could have yanked her hair out. Between Mason and Tyler they’d almost managed to drive her insane in less than twenty-four hours. If she’d thought they acted overprotective before, they’d redefined the concept for her this morning.
Before she could get up and make a pot of coffee, they’d snuck down the stairs like Rambo or maybe a pair of overgrown ninjas on the prowl. When—as she’d assured them prior to the theatrics—they’d discovered nothing had gone awry while they slept, they then started in on making her eat a healthy breakfast.
They’d outright refused to listen to how much she despised having eggs at lunchtime on her skewed, late night schedule and proceeded to make her fork an omelet past her gag reflex before they cleared her to take a shower.
In her own damn house.
She’d had to put her foot down when they tried to insist on chauffeuring her to St. Ann’s. Enough was enough, already. At least they’d listened to reason when she admitted she’d rather they spend their time figuring out who had jacked up her computer.
Lacey grabbed her oversized, quilted bag containing her scrubs off the passenger seat. She began the hike, through the crisp afternoon air, to the massive concrete building she spent a good portion of her time in. The bustling line of cars and ambulances pulling under the portico brought some semblance of normalcy back to her life as she faced the truth.
The rest of the world continued on as it always had, no matter how much had changed in her microcosm this week. Somehow, that made it all a tiny bit easier to bear.
Though glad to be back to work, she also dreaded the sympathetic looks and infinite retellings she’d have to endure from well-meaning friends and coworkers. At least she could spend some of the forced downtime helping people at the notoriously short-staffed nurse’s station.
Taking one last deep breath, she stepped into the automatic revolving door that swept her into the hospital each day. She darted through the little used stairwell, up the three flights to the general ward she’d be assisting.
The route took her past a row of administration offices. She paused by one to read the brass nameplate, Dr. Joy Roach. Before she could change her mind, she knocked three times in quick succession on the cherry finish.
“Come in!” The distinctive melody of the Caribbean sang through the occupant’s accent.
“Hey, Dr. Joy.” She didn’t have to fake the smile that crossed her face when she saw the attractive woman behind the desk. Dr. Joy treated all the nurses like her own children.
“Lacey.” The standard mega-watt grin she sported dimmed a notch or two as she rounded the sitting area and put out her arms. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. You don’t have to say anything, just let me hug you for a second.”
“Thanks.” Lacey blinked back the tears she’d tried to convince herself she wouldn’t shed today.
“Are you sure you’re ready to come back, even on the desk?”
“Yeah, I’m going crazy at home.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn you away. Theresa is on vacation, Angel’s got the flu and Sandie has a new grandbaby she wants to take off to play with for a few days.” Dr. Joy tucked a str
and of hair behind Lacey’s ear before patting her cheek. “Go ahead, get to it. If you need anything or decide to make it a short day you just let someone know before you skip out. No need to overdo it.”
“Really, thank you.” With nothing left to say, she accepted the other woman’s gracious nod and slipped out of the office.
When she got to the station, no one else seemed to be around. A nurse shortage made non-essential coverage sparse. She flipped open the schedule, glad to see she’d be sharing shift with Jambrea and Valerie. Though she now worked in the ER, she’d started out at the general desk while earning her specialty degrees. The women had taught her most of what she knew about how to handle ornery patients.
Lacey thumbed through the case files to familiarize herself with the individual needs of the patients then organized her planned check-in times for rounds. She also dug out the giant binder of useful info the ladies stashed in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet for newbies or temp help. Within minutes, status calls from family members, instructions from doctors, patient demands and the usual chaos of the ward cleared her mind of anything other than the routine of the job.
An hour or so later, Valerie flew down the hall pushing a cart of empty medicine dosing containers. “Lacey Daughtry! What in the world are you doing in this hellhole?”
“Nice to see you, too, Val.” She set down the receiver of the multi-line phone before the florist—whose delivery couldn’t be completed since the intended recipient had already been released—picked up.
“Oh, honey, don’t pout. You know I love you. I just wish you’d taken some more time to recover.” The woman, who always had a spring in her step, and the cutest damn patterns on her custom-made scrubs, bounced over to Lacey’s hiding spot behind the counter then smothered her in a violent embrace. “I’m so damn sorry about Robbie.”
“You were the only person he let get away with that.” Lacey bit the inside of her cheek to fend off memories of the feigned offense her brother had affected at the nickname. She’d always suspected he had a crush on the chipper nurse but the other woman had been happily married to her high school sweetheart for years. “So how have things been around here?”