Kray slid his hands underneath Dina’s ass and eased her farther up the bed, not missing one second of attention to her mound. He continued to suckle her clit and nibble her pussy lips as he found a comfortable position below her, one that would allow Lane to devour his cock.
Lane didn’t miss a beat, either. He rolled onto his back, his feet toward Dina’s head, then to one side, and took Kray’s thick shaft in hand. Kray looked up long enough to see Dina start to stroke Lane’s erect cock; then the room blurred as Lane’s lips touched his sensitive head. Dina’s musk and juices, coupled with the added sensation of his balls tightening in response to Lane’s ministrations, sent his body into overdrive. If he shot his load into Lane’s willing mouth now, would there be enough for Dina?
Looking at her clearly enjoying the show, smiling, and cooing at them, would she care?
Kray cared, very much, for Dina’s happiness and pleasure and to be clamped by her sweet vise. Yet, he enjoyed Lane’s cock trapped tightly between his lips as well. It would be hell to have to ask Lane to stop.
He eased a reluctant Lane from his cock and pointed him to the nightstand. “You liked watching that, you naughty girl,” he said, reveling in the low, throaty giggle that was Dina’s answer. “You want to see more?”
“Baby, you bet.”
He positioned his cock toward Dina’s waiting, swollen core. “You want to watch me pound this cock in Lane’s ass, or do you want some first?”
Her eyes widened. “You’d fuck him for me?” She looked up at an ebullient Lane as he fumbled with the foil packets in his hand. “You’ve done it before,” she said knowingly.
“We’ll do it again or not, your choice. We’ll do it as we’re doing you, whatever you wish. I could fuck Lane while he fucks you. That would be so sweet.” It would, too, but Kray wanted his chance with her first.
“I have an idea,” she said, licking her lips. “How about you take me first while I work on Lane’s beautiful rod.”
At the suggestion, he felt his heart lift to the ceiling.
Reluctantly, they parted long enough to allow Dina to position herself on her knees. Lane wobbled on the mattress to kneel before her, and she bowed immediately into his cock, taking him in one swallow. Grasping her buttocks and spreading them to reveal hot, waiting pussy, Kray traced the edges of her cunt with the tip of his cock before pushing into her.
“Ohhhhh.” She was everything he had hoped and dreamed -- hot, tight, wet. This moment, this gentle rhythm and soft moaning accompaniment as he slid in and out of her, well made up for time lost. Kray was going to enjoy catching up with her.
He watched her suck Lane’s cock, her movements jerky as he pushed into her. Her breasts shook with each thrust, and Kray longed to reach over and pluck the softened nipples back to attention. “Beautiful,” he murmured, then to Lane, “Sixty-nine her.”
With a smile, Lane released his hold and dived underneath her. Lying on his back, Lane presented his cock again, and Dina wasted no time reclaiming it. She moaned her approval as he paced his thrusts to Lane’s assaults on her clit. Kray smiled too, with the occasional, literal, slip of the tongue as Lane lapped at the base of his cock. His pleasure heightened, so much that he almost didn’t want to relinquish his position.
But this night was about making Dina happy, and she wanted to see some hot bi action. Definitely, it was a good trade-off.
“Now,” he commanded and freed himself from Dina. Lane scrambled from underneath her and sheathed himself with a condom quickly before taking Kray’s place. As Kray applied some lubricant to his cock, he noticed Dina appeared to be too deep in an orgasm-induced haze to register what was happening before Lane eased her on her back and drove his cock home. She then gasped at the contact. This sound, though, was nothing like the deep-throated groan Lane set free when Kray pried apart the other man’s buttocks and, after teasing the eye first by inserting a finger, slowly eased his cock into the growing hole.
“Can you see?” he asked Dina, his voice huffing as he moved with Lane, like pistons in a machine, working at pleasure.
Her head lolled to one side, her face a mask of pure rapture. “No,” she cried softly. “I wish I could.”
“Next time.” For her benefit, and Lane’s, Kray bent forward and rained kissed across the other man’s shoulders and back. He was rewarded by Lane clinching the proper muscles, tightening the hold.
“I’m gonna come,” Kray breathed into his ear. “How do you want me to come? Do you want it in your ass? Or should I pull out and spray all over your back? He likes that,” he told Dina.
“Come in my ass.” Lane grunted. “Don’t stop fucking me.” To Dina, he said, “Let me come in your pussy. Please.” He sucked in a quick breath, and Dina flicked his nipples.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Fuck me hard like he’s fucking you.” Her voice was choppy with each hard thrust.
“Yes,” Kray seethed. They reached a speed that caused skin to slap against skin and sweat to shine on Lane’s back. Arms tangled and hands scratched; Kray no longer knew where Dina ended and Lane began. Their voices were a sensual chorus that rose in pitch with the simultaneous climax, Kray’s being the loudest as his cock spasmed in Lane’s ass. He collapsed on top of the other man, whose braced support gave away, causing them roll to one side as Dina gasped for breath.
Kray took the moment of disorientation to roll over Lane to lie near Dina’s other side. Together, the men sandwiched her and caressed her to calming. Kray watched the jagged rise and fall of her breasts with deep satisfaction.
“Oh, Jesus.” Dina drew the two simple words into several syllables, laughing all the while. “That…was fucking incredible.”
“That,” Kray rejoined, “was only the beginning.”
“Oh, really?” She arched a brow at him. Lane rested his cheek against one breast, and she idly stroked the other man’s rumpled mane. “Honey, I don’t think I could go another round tonight. I need to have something left for tomorrow’s Q&A appearance at the con.” She chuckled. “Have to stay on my game.”
“I don’t mean right now, although I wouldn’t mind another round,” Kray said. “I meant this is the only beginning” -- he winked at Lane -- “of the rest of our lives together.”
Chapter Five
Do what?
Dina sat up abruptly, trying to ignore the looks of alarm on her new lovers’ faces. Loud, ringing, cuckoo noises suddenly pierced her consciousness. Certifiably insane, these two were. She should have suspected that when they wouldn’t remove the pointed ears, but then she’d picked up a many a fan dressed more outrageously who didn’t try to “claim her.” She should have been more adamant about the ears. A more forceful refusal would have cued her to leave.
Then again, she’d have missed out on the best orgasm of her life. No-win situation. Ugh.
“Excuse me,” she murmured and slid off the bed. Where were her clothes? She searched the floor around the bed and found nothing.
“Dina, have we done something to upset you?” Kray asked, concern coloring his voice. “Did you not enjoy yourself?”
She had enjoyed herself, immensely, but talk of forever spooked her. She’d been lucky in her life never to meet up with a truly obsessed fan of the Mark David Chapman variety, but that one word sparked an alarm within her. Forever. Dina shivered.
These two were cool, she had to admit. They knew the audition process, knew her favorite scents and fetishes…she should have picked up on the signals instead of listening to her aching pussy. She should have realized she might be falling into a trap.
“I’m fine,” she finally managed. Where were her clothes? What had they done with them? She looked around the room once more, then at the two puzzled faces before her and sighed. “I-I have to go now,” she said. “I’m on a panel early in the morning…”
“You don’t have to go so soon,” Kray said.
“We were hoping you’d stay here tonight,” Lane added.
“That’s sweet of you to offer, but no thanks. I don�
�t do sleepovers.” Fine. She’d march out of the room wrapped in a bed sheet if she had to. It wouldn’t be the first time, and who knows? Maybe a tabloid reporter would be lurking in the hallway to snap a photo and offer her some much-needed publicity. Dina Joseph still has it. Take that, Halle Berry. Ha!
Right.
“Really, I should go,” she repeated. Her head swam, dizzy from the lavender and vanilla. A swatch of color caught her eye. Aha! She dove for her clothes and scrambled to get them, at the same time wary of Kray and Lane’s approach. They remained naked, their cocks still impressive in their limp states, though Dina noticed one straining toward another erection.
She turned away and quickly dressed. No, don’t get horny. These guys are loons. Great sex or no, it wasn’t worth the risk.
“Dina, I don’t understand,” Kray was saying, “everything was going so well…”
“I knew it,” Lane broke in, sounding mournful. “I knew it wouldn’t work.”
She felt the flush of shock at that remark. Knew what wouldn’t work? Their plan of seduction, then abduction? Hold her for ransom, even? They’d be lucky to get half the till she made today in payment, as little as Hollywood valued her. And her fans? They’d mourn, then turn their attention to the next phaser-wielding bimbo in go-go boots.
The warning glance Kray shot Lane told her plenty. She had to get out of there before the pain supplanted the lingering pleasure. “Gentlemen,” she said, her back straight, “thank you for the lovely evening.” Willing her wobbly legs to stiffen, she started for the door.
Kray, however, was too quick, and blocked her exit. Dina’s heart pounded, this time out of fear.
“Dina, you have to understand we’re not here to hurt you,” he pleaded. “If anything, we want to help by giving you the life you deserve.”
“I have a wonderful life, and I’d like to continue living it.”
Hands cupped her shoulders, and she jumped slightly at the touch. Lane was behind her, trying to soothe her nerves. He was failing.
“Is it…wonderful?” Kray challenged. “You’ve been stereotyped and reviled by an industry you once worshipped, and you’re reduced to these embarrassing appearances at dog-and-pony shows when you could be perfecting your craft --”
“Hey!” Dina snapped. “I’m a damn good actor, thank you very much.”
“I never said you weren’t. You’re a fine actor, and an excellent lover…”
She felt flush at those words, surprised with her reaction to the flattery. Normally she took compliments like these in stride. Other fans fawned, no doubt attracted by her celebrity, whereas Kray seemed to hold more sincerity.
“I knew your potential for both when I saw The Regal Plot,” Kray continued.
“You saw my film?”
“We both have, many times,” Lane said, and she jumped again at his voice. “It’s our favorite movie, because you’re in it.”
No. These men were but children when that film was released, and The Regal Plot wasn’t suitable for children. It wasn’t available on video or DVD, and had never been on television. Dina was amazed enough that Kray knew the title, as she had never bothered mentioning it in her official biography for these conventions.
“H-how?” she asked.
“Dina.” Kray came forward and covered Lane’s hands with his own. “I have the original film reels, willed to me by the director.”
“What? You knew Alan?”
Kray looked at her, the sincerity glowing evident in his eyes. “He was my grandfather, and he loved you very much, as I love you now.”
* * * * *
She wasn’t buying it. Kray could tell immediately from her reaction. Lane’s soft sigh of defeat, wafting in the background, offered little encouragement.
Dina’s guarded expression cut deep into Kray’s heart. He could almost feel the blood flooding his body, heating his skin at the thought of what was to come. He turned quickly to see Lane appeared equally unnerved, knowing their secrets were to be revealed. For Dina’s sake, and for their future, however, Kray knew it was an eventuality they had to face. Premature though it seemed, it had to be done quickly and convincingly.
As many times as he had practiced his words, Kray expected the tremor in his voice. He wanted to cringe. He sounded like a fraud.
“Dina,” he said, taking her by the elbow. “Sit.” His relief came as small comfort when she did not resist. She perched on the edge of the bed between the two men.
“This is impossible,” she was saying. “I knew Alan for years, and he never married or had kids. You can’t possibly be his grandchild.”
“I’m telling the truth, Dina. Alan Widmark was married, for a time, although…” He sighed and pinched his eyes shut for two seconds. How to say this without looking the fool? He would have to be as good an actor as Dina.
“Although,” he repeated, “he was not married here.”
“Here?” Dina frowned. “Here as in this hotel? That makes no sense. You mean, here as in Toronto?” She huffed. “You know, if you’re married in one place, it sticks wherever you go.”
“Dina.” Kray shook his head. Her acerbic nature wasn’t making this any easier. Best to go for the jugular, he decided. “Dina, pull on my ears. Take them off.”
Dina complied, and Kray relaxed and let himself be tugged to and fro in the futile effort. Her cry of fearful surprise hurt nearly as much as her fingers did pinching the pointed outer shell of his right ear.
“We are elves, Dina,” he said, “Lane and I. Real, live elves. We are not playing dress up like the others at this convention. This is who we are.”
“No,” she whispered. “Y-you just used a stronger stage glue for those ears.” Her eyes widened, and with trembling fingers, she snatched at one of Lane’s ears as if to prove Kray wrong. Lane let out a soft gasp when Dina proved herself incorrect.
“No.” No. The word sliced Kray’s soul in two. How could he convince her?
* * * * *
Okay, now this was really getting weird.
Whatever makeup artist they used did quality work. Dina hadn’t bothered to notice the ears in detail, but as she tugged stubbornly at them, she noted how seamlessly the outer shells came to a point. The physical anomaly looked real, but it couldn’t possibly be…
She glanced from Lane to Kray. Their expressions were so sincere, and they wanted her to believe them. Nuts, the both of them. Elves didn’t exist. Elves were cartoons that lived in large, hollow trees and baked crackers.
“Why is it so difficult to believe?” Kray asked her. “Your television show dealt many times with issues that seemed impossible for the time. Alien encounters, for one.”
“Actors in rubber face,” Dina shot back. “That show wasn’t filmed on location, you know.”
“True, but many theories presented on that show have since come to pass, on the scientific end, anyway,” Lane said. His boldness surprised her, as this was truly the first time he asserted himself. “Don’t you think it’s credible that encounters with nonhuman, sentient beings might come to pass as well?”
“Not in some Toronto hotel!” Dina leaped from the bed and paced its width. “You can’t be elves.” She pointed at Kray. “And you can’t be Alan’s grandson. He wasn’t an elf! I knew every inch of that man’s body. There was nothing pointed on him that wasn’t supposed to be pointed.”
“Yes, my grandfather was human, and I am half-elven by my mother,” Kray supplied. “Alan’s son was part of an elven triad.”
“So, what, you’re saying you’re elves from outer space?”
“Not outer space. We were born on Earth,” Kray said.
“Really? I’ll assume there are more of you on the planet, so how come you don’t see more pointed ears these days?”
“You do in our reality,” Lane said.
Right. Of course, all the friendly little people in Kray and Lane’s reality had pointed ears…and nice white jackets with extra-long sleeves and buckles in the back.
“We are
from an alternate universe, Dina,” Lane continued, “where our Earth is populated with elves in addition to humans. Our traditions are similar to yours, though because of population concerns many people of both races have taken to mating in threes…” His voice trailed off as he looked down at his naked body, appearing as though he had said too much.
Too much nonsense.
“Dina,” Kray said, his head lowered and fingers steepled, “you are familiar with a certain story about a ring, and elves, and other humanlike creatures that sought to destroy the ring?”
“Am I?” Dina snorted. Yet more movies in which she hadn’t had a chance in hell of landing a role. “Don’t tell me Tolkien was an elf from your bizarro world.”
“Not an elf, but yes, he came from our alternate universe,” Kray said with casual seriousness. “It certainly explains the realistic quality of the books he wrote. They weren’t appreciated as much in our world, and when he and others like him discovered a breach in the space continuum between realities, he took advantage of the opportunity to gain fame through a fresh audience.”
Space continuum? This entire conversation read like one of her old scripts. It hadn’t make sense twenty years ago, either. “People like him?” Dina frowned. “People like Alan?”
Kray nodded. “My grandfather and his wife sought to find a third with whom they could form their triad. Nobody in his world appealed to him, so he hopped the continuum and met you. Only people who exist in one world and not the other can do that.” Kray looked into her eyes and smiled. “There is no Dina Joseph in my world, just as no Kray or Lane or Alan Widmark exists here. Dina, my father told me many times of how you and Alan met. Didn’t you think it odd that a man with virtually no credentials or history could get a prominent writing job with a popular television series?”
“It was L.A.” Dina shrugged. “If that’s the weirdest thing that happened, the town’s much better off than I originally thought.” To think of it, though, Dina never recalled seeing much of anything personal at Alan’s apartment when they dated, on the rare occasions they went there. Alan had been a private man who shared little of his past. Not once, either, had he mentioned a wife in another world with whom he wanted a perpetual three-way.
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