Three Brothers: A Menage Romance

by Samantha Twinn

  11

  Intense Heat

  Reid carries me upstairs, followed closely by Finn and Mitchell, and stops outside my bedroom door. “Here okay?” he asks.

  When I nod, he turns sideways, moves into the room and places me in the center of the bed. It’s a queen-size bed. Not big enough for all of us, but then again, I don’t think we’re going to be sleeping.

  Mitchell steps out of the room, saying, “I’ll be right back.”

  I look to the other two men, standing at the foot of the bed, and suddenly I feel awkward and a little unsure about how to proceed. Then I see the bulge of Reid’s erection that I’d felt against me downstairs, and my lust flares like a just-lit sparkler.

  I hold a hand out to Finn and he climbs onto the bed next to me. I find the bottom of his shirt and tug it upward until he helps me remove it. My hands slide over his smooth skin, exploring the muscles on his broad chest as he comes closer. He kisses me, while tugging on my own shirt in turn. With little effort, it’s off, and we press our bodies together, my body on fire from the sensation of bare skin on skin.

  It turns out that kissing three men is a hyper-aphrodisiac, and I’m suddenly incredibly impatient for more of our bare skin to come together. I’m fumbling with Finn’s fly when Mitchell returns and places a stack of condoms on the bedside table. Oh my.

  When I’d let myself fantasize about the Nolan brothers, I always had the idea that I needed to pick one. And I never could pick one, so I alternated fantasies about each of them. It’s funny and sad how limited my imagination had been.

  My pussy throbs at the thought of putting those condoms to use, and when, together, Finn and I push his jeans down his hips, my body practically catches on fire. Finn’s cock springs free, and it’s also more than I’d ever imagined. Long and thick and on the verge of scary, it’s so big.

  When I touch it, running my fingers along the velvety length of it, Finn’s head falls back and a moan escapes his lips. I wrap my hand around him, gently tug, and see his excitement glistening on the tip.

  While he sheathes his cock, I start to wriggle free of my pants and panties. Reid leans in to help, hooking his thumbs into my clothing and pulling it downward. “Oh, April,” he says, as I’m suddenly exposed to all of them. Wearing only a lacy white bra, which doesn’t conceal much, my body feels the intense heat of three pairs of dark eyes.

  As if unable to resist, Reid runs his hand back up my inner thigh and spreads my legs apart. He draws his thumb down over my clit and into my cleft, slipping into my juices. He practically growls in response to what he finds there. “She’s so ready for you, Finn,” he says.

  It’s unreal the way that they’re sharing me. I would wonder if I was dreaming, if I wasn’t experiencing such very real, very pleasurable sensations.

  I squirm on the bed, feeling like I might explode at Reid’s touch. I am so ready, and feel like I’ve been waiting a long time, even though everything is moving so fast tonight.

  I glance up at Reid who reluctantly pulls back, then over at Mitchell whose eyes are hooded and heavy with desire. Finn is looking down at me reverently, his thick cock in his hand, his body tensed and ready.

  “Kiss me, Finn,” I say, pulling him toward me again.

  He does, and then he whispers against my ear. “It’s been a while, and I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”

  I caress his rough cheek. “I just hope I can take the full length of you inside me,” I say, widening my eyes in delight and anticipation.

  He smiles and kisses me again before pulling back to look down to where our bodies are about to join. I spread my legs wider and he nudges his tip against my opening, spreading my wetness over the head of his cock.

  When he starts to push inside, my body stretches around him. It’s been a long time for me, too, and it’s never been like this. Ever thoughtful, Finn goes slowly, watching my face to gauge my comfort. When he’s only halfway in, I can’t help but moan. The delicious feeling of fullness is pure bliss.

  “Everything okay?” he asks.

  He’s not the only one watching me. While Finn is entering me, both of his brothers are watching him do it. “Take me, Finn,” I say, spreading my legs wider still, to invite him to continue.

  “You feel so good, April,” he murmurs.

  “So do you,” I say, running my hands over his chest and abs.

  He continues pushing inside me, one amazing inch at a time, and I could cry from the pleasure of it. When he’s fully seated, he stops and holds himself still. His cock gently throbs inside me as my body adjusts to the size of him.

  Finn lays kisses along my chest before pulling the lace aside and finding a nipple with his lips. He sucks my hardened peak into his mouth as he pulls back, the thick head of his cock making me weep as it slides back out of me.

  He pushes in again, one smooth motion this time, then repeats it as he searches for my other nipple.

  “Oh, Finn,” I cry. “So good.”

  He smiles up at me and then sucks my nipples in earnest while building up a steady rhythm, moving in and out of me. My pleasure builds and spirals and I focus on the sensations while working to keep my breathing steady.

  He kisses me and then seems to disappear inside himself a bit, maybe working to prolong his pleasure. His eyes are closed and his features are focused, and I can’t help but try to intensify the pleasure for him. I want to see him reach his release; I don’t want him to feel like he has to work at holding back.

  Deep inside me, I clench my muscles around him, squeezing his cock more tightly as he thrusts in and out.

  “Oh, fuck, April,” he mutters.

  “Come for me, Finn.” I release and squeeze again.

  “Oh, god!” He curls over me and stiffens, and then I feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me. I wish that he was bare, and that I was taking everything he had to give. I’m almost startled by the thought. I’ve never felt that way before with a man.

  When he’s spent, he slides out and collapses against me, and I wrap my arms around him, feeling the thin sheen of sweat on his back. I breathe in the clean scent of him and whisper my pleasure in his ear. When his breathing stills, I hear the rain outside, still beating against the window, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so safe and sheltered in my entire life.

  Finn kisses me sweetly and rolls to my side, before getting up to take care of himself. Reid is right there, looking into my eyes, questioning me without saying a word. He’s taken his shirt off but is still wearing his jeans, the presence of his cock still quite visible through the denim.

  I smile and lower my head in response to his unspoken question, and Reid crawls up next to me, running a hand over my abdomen, tickling me without meaning to, making me giggle.

  “I never thought I’d get so much pleasure from just watching,” he says.

  “Yeah?”

  “Pleasure and frustration.”

  “No need to be frustrated,” I say.

  He runs his hand down my leg, then trails a single finger back up along my inner thigh. “I want to taste you,” he says.

  If my face wasn’t already flushed with pleasure, he might see me blush.

  “And I want to watch you come,” he says.

  Oh my.

  He kisses me, then wastes no time settling in between my thighs, this time running both of his thumbs over me and using them to spread me open. When he leans in and touches his tongue to me, my body jerks in response, overcome with sensation. My pussy is hot, and Reid’s tongue feels cool as he licks me, sending shivers from my core to the very tips of my toes.

  Beside the bed, Mitchell undoes his belt and unzips his pants, and while I’m delighting at Reid’s touch, I also savor the sight of Mitchell disrobing. He tugs his shirt over his head, exposing washboard abs, well toned from all his hard labor. He steps out of his jeans, and though he leaves his briefs on, I can clearly see the outline of his cock just beneath the cotton. It’s every bit as impressive as Finn’s, and I’m pretty sure my pus
sy is already gushing for Reid from all the sensory stimulation.

  When Mitchell approaches the bed, I wonder what he has in mind. He climbs up near my head, lifts my shoulders, and settles himself behind me, supporting my back against his chest. The warmth and hardness of his body make me sigh as I lean into his strength.

  As Reid does incredible things to me with his tongue, Mitchell begins to massage my back, kneading big handfuls of my flesh, pressing and rubbing as I go into pleasure overload. Reid glances up briefly, and I see his eyes flicker to his brother, to me, and then back to where his fingers still have me spread open.

  Finn comes back into the room, and takes in the scene. I feel so exposed, but at the same time I feel so cared for. If I could have ever imagined something like this, I wouldn’t have been able to know how special the three of them are making me feel.

  The scene is erotic and maybe some would call it kinky, but it just feels wonderful and natural. It feels like love, though I immediately shake off the thought; I know that’s not what this is about. We’re just playing around, and finding comfort in each other. I know they care about me, but I know it’s not romantic love.

  Finn kisses me briefly before settling into the chair beside the bed. Reid ramps up the intensity, using both his mouth and his fingers to bring me all kinds of joy. I feel three sets of eyes on me as I close mine and surrender to sensation. My head tips back, supported by Mitchell’s hard body. He reaches around and cups my breasts, slipping them out of their cups, kneading the flesh and flicking his thumbs back and forth over my nipples.

  So much sensation … with my eyes squeezed shut, I let the pleasure spiral, up and up. I feel them all watching me as I replay Reid’s words in my mind, “I want to watch you come,” and I let go. I come apart, as Mitchell holds me snug against him, and Reid pins down my thighs and buries his face between my legs.

  “Ohhhh!” I moan and whimper as my body bucks against them. Wave after wave runs over me and through me, taking me higher and higher still, before finally releasing me. When I manage to open my eyes, Reid is smiling up at me and I feel Mitchell’s cock stir against my lower back.

  I reach behind me, find his cock, and stroke him, and he grows harder beneath my hand. Mitchell moans low, near my ear, “I need to be inside you.”

  I twist my head to the side, find Mitchell’s mouth and kiss him, before reaching for a foil packet from the nightstand. When I move forward to give him space, Reid meets me in a kiss, fondling my breasts as our tongues tangle.

  Mitchell grabs my hips and pulls me back against him, holding me over his erect cock. On my knees, straddling Mitchell’s legs and facing Reid and Finn, I slowly lower myself down.

  Mitchell and I moan in unison as I take him inside me. It’s easier now, Finn having stretched me wide and Reid having made me wetter than I’ve ever been. Mitchell fits inside me like he’s meant to be there, and I rise and fall on him, savoring the delicious friction of our bodies joining.

  Mitchell undoes the clasp on my bra, flings it aside and holds my breasts in his hands while Reid bends over me and sucks my nipples. I might literally swoon from the ecstasy of their hands and mouths on me together, if they were not also holding me up. So many sensations, so many amazing feelings. I slide up and down and feel like I’ve gone to heaven.

  In my ear, in a husky whisper, Mitchell says, “I want to see your face.” He lifts me off of him, and swiftly turns me around. I revel in the look of pure bliss I find on his features. His seriousness and focus are there, but the tenderness and joy in his eyes make me want to weep. I smile at him, and he smiles back, before he pulls my hips down and buries himself inside me again.

  Oh, it’s so good.

  We watch each other as we fuck. It feels like making love, but I need to think about it as fucking, or I’ll get carried under completely. It’s intense and it’s intimate, and at times, I’m overcome with emotion and need to look away from Mitchell. But I’m always drawn back to his eyes, where so much seems to be said as our bodies meet over and over.

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and grind against him, stimulating my clit with each rise and fall. My hard nipples brush against his chest with each movement, and it’s not long at all before I’m losing myself, the pleasure building like a covered pot about to boil over.

  Mitchell digs his hands into my ass and pulls me hard against him. Inside me, he hits a spot no one ever has before. I cry out, and bury my head in his neck as I explode. My inner muscles clench around him and squeeze, and squeeze, involuntarily. He thrusts into me, then stiffens, stills and throbs deep inside me. We’re coming at the same time. It’s unexpected, amazing and overwhelming.

  He holds me closer to him and calls out my name as he comes. We stay wrapped tightly together as our orgasms slowly fade and we catch our breath. His skin is sweaty, but I think actual tears escape my eyes and dampen his chest. I’m flushed and hot and spent, but I’m also thinking of Reid.

  Mitchell lifts my head and kisses me, and wipes away a stray tear I was hoping he wouldn’t see. “You okay?” he says, his voice so deep and rough.

  I nod and smile up at him.

  “You need to rest?” he asks.

  I shake my head, but when he looks deeper into my eyes, I admit, “Maybe a few minutes.”

  Mitchell smiles and kisses my forehead. “I’m gonna get cleaned up.” He lifts me away from him, our bodies two again when they had been one. Reid slides in to hold me and I sigh with contentment.

  Reid brushes hair from my eyes. “You’re probably tired,” he says.

  “Not too bad,” I say, and his smile widens. “What do you have in mind? Another round of Twister?”

  “Something like that,” he says, before pulling me closer and kissing me. At first our movements are tender, but it isn’t long before the intensity increases. Reid is skillful with his tongue, and memories of what he’d recently done with that tongue have my blood flowing and my pulse pounding.

  His jeans are still on, and that won’t do. I reach down and search for his zipper.

  “Can’t believe I haven’t busted out of them, yet,” he says, helping me undo his pants.

  “Let’s bust you out right now,” I say, loving how Reid always makes me laugh. He slips his jeans down and reveals his beautiful cock, long and thick like his brothers’.

  “I’m going to make you come again,” he says, no longer joking.

  I stroke him from base to tip. “I have no doubt,” I say, smiling at him.

  “Lie down on your stomach,” Reid says.

  I do as he says, listening again to the rain as well as to the sound of Reid ripping open the foil packet. Three condoms, one night. I expect to feel like a naughty girl, but I don’t. It all just feels so right.

  Reid’s weight sinks the mattress and then he’s nudging my legs apart, positioning himself over me. I shiver with anticipation. He hovers over the length of my body, supporting himself on his elbows.

  “You comfortable?” he asks, running a hand up the tender flesh of my inner thigh to my hot center.

  “Very.” I say, resting my head on my bent forearm. “I might just fall asleep.”

  “Funny girl,” Reid says.

  To the side of the bed, Finn gives a small laugh and I smile.

  My eyes widen when Reid uses one hand to swiftly raise my hips and push his cock inside me all in one motion. He doesn’t go all the way in — just an inch or two — but he lets me know decisively that I will not be falling asleep under his watch.

  “Oh!” I say, as my body goes on alert, waking up completely to the pleasure about to come.

  Reid lets go of my hip and slips his hand under me, fingers searching for my clit. No, it’s not Reid. I look to my side and see Finn there, reaching under me, finding my pleasure. His fingers press into my clit as Reid slowly sinks deeper inside me.

  “Oh…” I say.

  With his knee, Reid nudges my legs back together. “Cross your ankles,” he says.

  As I do, he p
ulls halfway out of me and slides back inside, hard and fast.

  “Oh!” I feel things I’ve never felt before. So hot, so full, so taken.

  “Is that snoring I hear?” Reid says.

  I can’t quite reply as he picks up the pace and begins to pump in and out of me. All the while, Finn presses his finger to my clit in a circular motion. My toes tingle, my fingers claw at the comforter. I think I can feel every hair on my head as electricity buzzes through me.

  Reid’s legs lie across mine, some of his body weight pressing into me. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to make me feel dominated, like I’m his, like I’m theirs.

  The bed starts to rock and then the headboard bangs into the wall. I laugh, needing to release some of the energy buzzing through my body. Reid grabs my ass and spreads me open, and I swear he pushes in deeper still, though that didn’t seem possible.

  The next thing I know I’m crying out, coming again, a powerful current pulsing through my body from my feet up to my head, over and over in never-ending waves.

  Reid keeps up a fast, steady pace, and just when I think the waves are subsiding, the current rises and comes on again, making me scream my pleasure into the blanket.

  Afterward, my clit is suddenly too sensitive to be touched. I reach for Finn’s hand and hold it in mine, to the side of me on the bed.

  “You are so good, April,” Reid says, his voice rough, his words coming out in gasps and pauses. He’s close, and I raise my hips in anticipation. I try to squeeze my inner muscles, but I’m already so swollen, I’m not sure if Reid can feel a change.

  He isn’t far behind me, though. He pumps into me faster, stills, then finishes with several long, slow, steady thrusts that again make me wish there was nothing between us, that I could feel everything the three of them had to give me tonight.

  When Reid is done he collapses next to me, his breathing ragged. I look over at him and smile, too exhausted to lift my head.

  After several long minutes, our breathing slowing together, he kisses my forehead and pushes up from the bed. Finn lies behind me and pulls me to him, wrapping an arm around me. My eyes flutter open to find Mitchell in the chair, watching us. When I send a tired smile in his direction, he comes to perch on the edge of the bed, still gloriously naked.