Patience, Kray reminded himself. They had to save something for Dina.
“Dina is beautiful.” Lane’s voice was soft.
“So are you.” He brushed a kiss into Lane’s hair.
“I can only hope I’m worthy of her, and that I’ll please her.”
“You are, and you will. And she will love you. Everything is going to be fine,” Kray assured Lane. “By morning, Dina will be crazy for us and willing to leave this nothing of a life behind her.”
“By morning, we’ll be in prison after she has us arrested or committed.” Lane caught Kray’s hand as it slid down his shoulder. “She’s a smart woman. What makes you think she’ll believe us?”
“Faith, my love. She is the one for us.” Kray leaned forward and kissed the bend in Lane’s neck.
“How do we explain these?” Lane tapped at a pointed ear. “How do we explain they don’t come off when she asks us to remove them?”
“Eccentricity.” Kray let Lane guide his hand across Lane’s broad chest. He rolled a toughened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and was satisfied as Lane relaxed. “We’re science-fiction fans. We want to ravish the luscious Mayda Moran while dressed as those Narciscan characters on her old TV show.” That was the agreed-upon cover, the fetish excuse they planned to deliver should Dina question the ears. “I’m sure others have made similar concessions with her, some even stranger than pointed ears.”
“We’re not science-fiction fans. We’re elves,” Lane said, though the edge in his voice softened significantly as Kray’s hand found the soft sac between his legs and squeezed. “She’s not going to believe we’re from an alternate reality, much less that we’re not human, that I’m not, anyway. You’re half-human, at least.”
“I don’t look it, though. Don’t presume to know what’s going to happen, Lane. You might be surprised with how well our plan is executed.”
“She finds out these ears are real, we’ll be executed when she dies of fright.” Lane’s voice was heavy. “They’ll think we killed her.”
Kray nipped at Lane’s earlobe. “Such delicious ears, too. Dina will love them as much as I do. She’ll be fine.” Lane appeared to fight his caresses, but Kray could feel his partner continuing to succumb.
“Weren’t the Narciscans the villains on that show?” Lane asked. “Why would any of them want to sleep with an officer of the Jupiter?”
“We can fill in plot holes later, love.” Kray pressed a finger to Lane’s chin and forced him closer for a light kiss. “Tonight, we claim Dina Joseph as our own.” Lane’s worries were unfounded. By the time they were through with the lovely Dina, the actress would willingly take her place in the triad and take on her new role as queen of her husbands’ hearts.
Lane was completely relaxed now and fell forward to straddle Kray’s hips as the two men kissed. This was exactly what he had wanted to prevent, but it felt too nice to ignore any further. Kray’s cock pressed against Lane, and he ached to be inside him; Lane was a sensuous, giving lover, and Kray blessed every day they were together. To have Dina finally join them would be heaven. No way would the consummate actress turn down the role of a lifetime…the role of an alternate lifeline, and a life much better than the one she currently lived.
Kray kissed Lane’s throat, his collarbone, his breastbone, and continued a soft, loving trail down Lane’s body. He loved the way the handsome elf stiffened with every kiss. Lane was going to love having him and Dina doing this…forever.
Chapter Three
What is that sound?
Dina leaned into the door until her ear barely brushed the painted wood. A wicked smile curled her lips; it wasn’t too difficult to decipher the deep moaning. The divine photo-negative twins had started without her. Interesting… This was going to be that kind of threesome.
Dina felt her nipples tighten at the thought of Kray and Lane going at it on the other side of the door. Homoerotica was a big turn on for her; these two must truly have been fans of hers to know that. The fetish wasn’t something she advertised, but no doubt news of her favorite proclivities had circulated around the sci-fi convention circuit over the years.
She wondered what they were doing. Did the dark-haired one -- Lane -- have his head between Kray’s thighs, sucking his cock? Their introduction had been brief, but Dina imagined Lane was likely the more submissive of the pair. She could see a man like Kray roughly pounding his cock into that delightful pale ass and enjoying every minute of it.
Oh, yes, she really wanted to see that. Maybe Lane would eat her pussy while she watched.
She knocked twice, hard, and waited.
“Coming!” shouted a distinctly surprised voice.
I’ll bet. Dina chuckled, but said nothing.
Muffled chaos vibrated the door, and Dina smiled as she pictured the two men hastily righting their clothes and smoothing down their hair to look presentable.
She hadn’t expected either man to be nearly naked, but Dina didn’t complain when Kray open the door to greet her. Over his shoulder, she could see Lane lounging on the edge of the bed, idly swinging a bare leg. Where Kray’s welcoming smile evinced a natural confidence that set Dina’s blood rushing to her sensitive areas, Lane’s shy grin proved just as endearing.
The vertical tenting of Kray’s shorts was as much a delight to behold as his smooth-planed chest. Lane was equally appealing. As Kray escorted her to sit next to him, she noticed his dark nipples appeared thick, and Dina ached to bite them. The bulge in his shorts seemed to throb as he shifted for comfort.
Thank God, she thought, thinking fleetingly of her years of training by many an acting coach. Stoic outside, volcanic within. The thought of having these two magnificent specimens fucking her simultaneously, and perhaps doing more with each other, would have made her quake had she not been able to suppress the excitement. As it was, her pussy ached to the point of explosion, and she clenched to keep her juices from soaking the sheets; she feared the slightest touch by either of them would cause her to explode.
Kray stood before her, ramrod straight, yet with a relaxed expression. How he could look so blasé impressed and frustrated Dina. Despite years of playing with groupies, the notion of sex still made her giddy.
She bit her lip as Lane rose and wrapped an arm around the other man’s waist.
“Ms. Joseph, as always, you are a vision of beauty,” Kray said. “Lane and I thank you for coming.”
“Thank you for wanting to make me come.” Dina laughed awkwardly at her lame joke, relieved neither man expressed any distaste with it. They only stared down at her with a love-struck awe that quickly unnerved her. Was coming here a wise thing to do? she suddenly wondered. Neither man seemed like the other young men she’d fucked over the years. These two seemed interested in more than just a casual fling.
An unbidden thought drew her gaze down to her clutch purse. Jenna had the day’s till in the hotel safe, but these guys didn’t know that.
“Dina, you look nervous.” Kray’s face straightened. “Don’t be. Lane and I want this to be a night you won’t forget.”
She might have relaxed more if Lane concurred vocally. As it was, the fairer man only stared. The thought to conjure an excuse to leave suddenly came and went when her gaze fell to their bulges. Two cocks! Huge ones, at that, circumcised tips peeking over elastic waistbands. How could she refuse?
If they turned out to be robbers and murderers, Dina decided, hopefully they’d give her the courtesy of a few good orgasms before doing the deed. Dying would only inflate her legend.
“Oh-kay. Well, let’s get right to it, shall we?” She crossed her arms and reached for the hem of her scoop-necked shirt, but Lane’s hand stilled hers. The electric pulse shocked her heart.
“No,” Lane whispered. “You shouldn’t do that.”
“Why not?” Odd. This was the part where she was supposed to be naked too.
“You don’t lift a finger tonight,” Kray supplied. “This night, you are to be pleasured. We will do a
ll the work. We will undress you as you wish.”
“Oh, really?” Nice. She was going to be pampered. This was a first for the convention circuit. Past playmates tended not to be as accommodating. Dina shook her head quickly to jar away memories of those encounters: the guy who had requested a striptease, the guy who had laughed like Jerry Lewis during a blowjob, the guy who had pestered her with Mission: Jupiter questions as he fucked her. She wanted to concentrate on Kray and Lane; these were the only two heavenly bodies she wanted to conquer tonight, and so far, they seemed saner than others she’d had.
If only… Dina touched her own ears and arched an eyebrow at them. “About these…” she began.
Kray ran his fingers through his hair and momentarily stopped at his pointed ears. “If you please, Ms. Joseph,” he said, “it’s been a fantasy of ours --”
“Say no more.” Dina sighed, but kept her smile. Ears weren’t as conspicuous as, say, full-body armor. Now there was an experience she’d just as soon forget.
Both men seemed to read her mind. Tonight, there would be no Mission: Jupiter trivia, nothing juvenile. As Kray and Lane sat on either side of the bed, enveloping her with their heated desire, she felt ready to come at a verbal command.
Hands caressed her, smoothing over her collarbone, shoulders, and arms. As an unseen cloud of vanilla and lavender wafted around them and numbed her senses, Dina felt a cool sensation and looked down to see her exposed dark skin, raised with goose bumps. Lane had managed to remove her skirt and panties without her moving, and Kray had undone all the buttons on her blouse and was now unhooking her bra. Sometime during their ministrations, their shorts had disappeared as well. How had that happened so quickly?
Soon her breasts were free, vulnerable to their touch. Each man stroked a breast with amorous synchronicity, using roughened thumbs to circle her mocha nipples, which immediately stood to attention. Dina felt the pleasured sensation shoot straight to her pussy. She needed a cock inside her now, and judging from how much thicker the ones on either side of her had become in the last few seconds, she knew Kray and Lane had to share her thoughts.
“Soon,” Kray whispered in her ear. “Let us pleasure you first…”
“Dina.”
“What’s that?” Kray asked.
She looked into his eyes and felt a sudden pang of anxiety. No lust raged in those deep brown eyes as she had expected. What she saw seemed…different, serious. Yet, somewhat familiar too. Dina might have felt uneasy had not Lane dissolved her reserve with a few well-timed kisses on her bare shoulder.
“Call me Dina,” she said, not necessarily to Kray. “I sensed you were about to call me Ms. Joseph again.” She squirmed when Kray’s hand pried her legs apart. “I think we’re beyond formalities. Don’t call me Ms. Joseph, or Mayda.” Mayda had been good to her at these shows, but Dina wanted her to have none of this. “Call me Dina.”
“Of course,” Kray said, “Dina.”
Chapter Four
Dina. Beloved.
How wonderful to say that name again. How familiar it felt on his tongue after so many years of self-imposed silence. To have said her name in the past evoked only sadness and regret for what might have been. Tonight, however, signaled a new beginning for Kray, with the two most important people in his life. All the wrongs of the past decades would be reversed. Only tonight, and every night thereafter, mattered.
Kray tucked his knees underneath him and crept up the mattress behind Dina, easing her on her back. “Relax,” he whispered as he stretched Dina’s lithe yet suddenly tense body. She was beautiful, her skin smooth like chocolate cream, belying her true age. He couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her and, watching Lane’s face split into a wide grin as Dina’s legs parted, looked forward as well to his partner’s first experience with a woman.
Dina’s pussy was as smooth as the rest of her body…ripe and delicious. Kray could see her labia twitch as Lane shouldered his way between her thighs. Gently, Kray smoothed a hand to one breast, palmed her nipple, and delighted as it brushed his skin. Her response to their touch was as he hoped -- giddy and expectant, feelings to soon give way to thrashing pleasure.
She shifted in his lap; his erection pressed into one of her shoulder blades. “Dina, please,” he said, and eased her up slightly to free his cock. Pivoting toward her, he grasped his shaft at the base and aimed it for her mouth. Oh, how he ached for her touch.
“Dina, I know we said earlier we would do what you choose, but I’ve waited so long for this and I was hoping…”
To his relief, she didn’t protest.
Dina curled her lips outward and pursed them around the bulging head of his cock. Kray thought he’d go mad when the tip of her tongue swiped at the precum bubbling on the slit. Slowly, seductively, Dina applied a suction that saw Kray’s cock disappear, centimeter by centimeter, into her.
So good.
He wanted to close his eyes and savor the moment, but the sight of Lane buried between Dina’s thighs was too stimulating to ignore. Lane seemed to have her entire pussy in his mouth, given the way his upper lip was clamped over her mound. His eyes closed and head wavering back and forth, Lane looked lost in his own world as he ate Dina, a world he’d be loath to depart, if Kray could correctly interpret Lane’s enthusiasm.
Lane had enjoyed few partners in his time, all male, yet Kray knew the younger man was looking forward to forming this mixed triad. He had to wonder, though, how Lane was eating Dina’s pussy. Did his tongue lap at her swollen lips with broad strokes as his mouth collected her juices, or maybe Lane was tracing the edges of her slick core, teasing her with penetration before sliding up to tap on her clit? Whatever he was doing, Dina was clearly enjoying it. Kray hoped there would be enough left to enjoy once Lane was finished.
As it was, Lane was close to bringing Dina to orgasm; Kray felt it through the sudden tugging on his cock as it muffled her moans of pleasure. He bent low to caress one breast, pinching the nipple as she released his cock with a light pop and cried her release.
“Mmmmm,” Dina groaned. Kray picked up on the satisfaction humming through Dina’s body as she rode the orgasm back to earth. His fingers glided over her raised flesh, reading her desires. She had enjoyed that first explosion -- yes, there would be more -- and Kray saw that she hungered still. So she would receive, but not quite so quickly.
He had waited too long to rush this night.
* * * * *
This made up for everything -- endless years of being snubbed for awards, being asked to purr catchphrases on cue by multitudes of fans, being called Mayda during auditions. As Lane lifted his head and offered her a sticky, satisfied grin, Dina realized that if, indeed, these men turned out to be criminals, they wouldn’t need blunt instruments to kill her. Death by orgasm had a much, much sweeter ring to it.
“Did you enjoy it?” Lane asked, his voice betraying the confidence evident in his smile.
“Baby.” She gasped, her abdomen heaving. “That was incredible.” Imagine what his cock could do; her pussy twitched in anticipation.
She looked up at Kray, curious that he hadn’t moved except to fondle her breasts. His cock looked near bursting. She had loved the feel of it throbbing in her mouth and longed to taste it again. Yet, she wanted the men to switch places, too. She had to know how gifted Kray was at eating pussy, had to know how good Lane tasted…
Kray seemed to read her mind. Suddenly, he edged Lane to one side and took his place between Dina’s thighs. He smoothed his fingers over her moistened pussy lips, delving one finger deep into her slit to massage her inner walls. Dina gasped at his touch as it quickened, then thickened with the addition of more fingers.
She arched her back and moaned. Kray continued to assault her pussy with his hand and tongue. He lapped at her clit as his fingers scraped inside her, massaging her G-spot. Lane snaked upward on the mattress to take a nipple hard between his teeth. Every nerve ending of that breast ignited. Oh, God, no need to take me to Heaven. I’m already there
.
Lane pulled at the nipple, then let it slip through his front teeth. “You like that?”
“Yes.” Dina followed his gaze down the landscape of her body and stopped at Kray’s face buried in her pussy. His technique was slower, yet equally sensuous.
“He is so beautiful,” Lane said. She noted a catch in the man’s voice.
“He is,” she replied softly.
“I love watching him do that to you.”
I love him doing it. Was that jealousy in the young man’s eyes? Did he envy Kray for the opportunity to drive her to orgasm again, or did he envy her for being on the receiving end of Kray’s attentions? She tried to ponder it, but the sensations building up in her pussy were too great to ignore. She lolled her head back and focused on the fire spreading up her legs.
Lane turned on his side and stroked her cheek. “What can I do for you now?” He sounded earnest.
Dina leaned closer to let him nuzzle her. “What were you two doing before I came here?” She bit back a laugh at Lane’s sudden blush; she didn’t want to embarrass him too much. “You said, lady’s choice.”
Lane looked away, but she saw a smile. Hmmm. Could that coy little move have been an admission of homoerotic shenanigans? If so, why act so shyly about it, Dina wondered. It was obvious to her these men had feelings for each other as well as for her. It definitely wouldn’t repel her to see them in action.
She braced her arms behind her and lifted her upper body, splaying her legs farther to grant Kray better access to her pussy.
“Let me see you suck his cock,” she told Lane.
* * * * *
Oh, if it were possible to love her even more…
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