AnglingforLove

by Lea Barrymire

  “Darlin’, if that’s what you want then we will gladly oblige. We have to trade places though. You’ll be riding me so Jared can take your fine, fine ass.”

  She shivered at the words. Anal wasn’t something she’d done often, but she’d allowed Robert to try it a few times. It hadn’t been great, but it hadn’t been bad either. She had an idea that it would be better with these two, but to take two cocks was going to be a stretch. She snickered at her thoughts.

  Arin sat up and turned between their bodies so she was facing Brent. After she’d snuggled back down, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his chest. “Okay.”

  “Okay? Really?” He tilted her head up so he was looking at her face. Concern and doubt clouded his eyes and she missed the passion-filled haze he’d had moments before.

  Without answering she sat up again and straddled his hips, forcing him to roll onto his back. She bent down until their noses were almost touching. “Yes, really. I want this more than I want anything else right now.”

  “Well, it seems she knows what she wants, Brent. Think we better give it to her.” Jared sat up and moved behind her, pulling her up to sit on Brent’s lap. Jared leaned against her back and swept her hair over her shoulder before placing a warm kiss on her neck. He whispered, “You’re going to love this, babe. I can’t wait to get into that tight ass of yours.”

  She shivered but never broke eye contact with Brent. He slowly nodded and pulled her down onto his chest. His lips captured hers in a passionate, sensual slide. He didn’t invade right away but built the tension. He took her mouth in little nibbles and licks until she’d had enough and opened to him. She chased his tongue until they twined together and they were both breathing hard.

  The sound of a bottle being opened preceded the cold ooze of lube running down her ass crack. She squeaked and tried to sit up, but Brent’s arms kept her trapped. He let her up from the kiss. “Let Jared work his magic, darlin’. He’s going to get you ready. Then he’s going to slide that massive cock of his into you. You ready?”

  Arin couldn’t have been more ready. She nodded and squeaked again as a lube-covered finger rubbed over her anus. She fought the urge to get away from that digit. As she stared down at Brent, he grinned and cupped a breast, lightly rolling the nipple while gazing back at her. That was all it took for her body to change its mind. No longer trying to get away from Jared’s finger, she rocked back slightly, trying to get more.

  “Oh babe, you want this, don’t you? Look at you, pushing back against me. Let me get you ready, then you can rock on my cock all you want.” Jared smacked her ass with a light tap and chuckled.

  She jumped at the slap and swallowed the moan that threatened. Wanton. That was how she felt. Sexy and craving naughty things were two feelings she wasn’t used to, but she wanted to get used to it.

  The slight pinch of one finger sliding into her ass brought her out of her thoughts. Jared slowly fucked her for a few pumps. When he added more lube and a second digit, the feeling was a little more intense but still not enough to bother her. Brent continued to roll and pull on her nipples, keeping her attention split between the two men.

  When Brent reached up with his other hand and started tugging on both nipples at the same time, she knew something big was going to happen. Jared added more lube and slid a third finger into her anus. The burn was more intense but offset by the pooling heat in her pussy and the tug and roll of her nipples. They worked her body perfectly, pushing her to accept more by making her crave more.

  “Okay, babe. I’m going to pull my fingers out. You need to let me do my thing. Don’t push back on me until I’ve gotten all the way in.”

  Arin didn’t have time to respond. His hand slid away from her slicked hole and his cock was pushing in. She stilled and tried not to clench against the intrusion. Cool lube soothed the slight burn as Jared slowly thrust in, stretching her. She held her breath and stayed as still as she could while hovering over Brent.

  “Breathe, darlin’. It’s better if you just breathe through it. Relax and let Jared in.”

  Brent’s whispered words and the stroke of his hand along her arms helped her to relax enough. Jared slid the rest of the way into her with a groan. The stretch was different. Not quite painful but not altogether pleasant. She was filled to capacity, stretched taut emotionally and physically. Jared’s hips pressed snugly to hers and she let out her breath with a huff. “Wow. You’re really big.”

  “And you, babe, are so fucking tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last. I can feel your heartbeat pounding around my cock.” Jared’s voice was strained.

  “Okay, my turn. Jare, you gotta widen your knees so I can slide down a little.” Brent grunted as he shimmied down her body a few inches and kissed her when he was happy with his position. “Now, darlin’, it’s up to you how fast you come down on me. Just as long as you keep moving, we’ll be okay.”

  Move. Right, they wanted her to move. She was impaled on a huge cock already and she was supposed to slide another one into her body. She wanted to shake her head at them, tell them there was no way in hell another gorgeous, impressive and all-around perfect dick was fitting inside her, but her vocal cords had frozen just about the time Jared had bottomed out in her ass. So she did as she was directed. Arin leaned over enough to steady herself on Brent’s chest and slowly lowered herself until the head of his cock slid into her dripping channel.

  Pleasure, pain and pressure combined with every single millimeter that she took of Brent’s shaft. She panted and moaned, lost in the feeling of being so full that she wasn’t sure her organs had enough room to survive inside her body. Lower she went, and she was stretched to capacity. Nothing but her ability to breathe and their cocks made any difference in the world. Everything else could have exploded and it wouldn’t have fazed her. She wanted—no, needed to take them completely into her. Her next heartbeat was dependent on getting those two men as far into her body as she could.

  “God, darlin’, you’re killing me. I’m going to have to move soon.” Brent groaned, grasping her hips in a bruising hold. He urged her down and she gave in, allowing him to guide her. With a moan released from all three of them, she finished her slide and came to rest on his pubic bone.

  “I’m so full. Give me a minute. I don’t think I can move just yet.” Arin’s head hung loose on her shoulders. She felt both boneless and tight with anxiety. She’d taken them in fully but the stretch and pull were intense. She didn’t mind a little pain with her pleasure but it felt as if they’d split her in half if either of them flinched.

  “Relax, babe. I’ve got you. You’re going to lean on Brent and I’m going to do all the work. Let me know when you’re ready.” Jared nibbled on her neck and she shivered. He hummed against her skin and goose bumps erupted down her arms. “You’re so sensitive here.”

  Brent shifted slightly and cupped one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb across her nipple. It puckered instantly and had her pussy clenching around Jared’s cock. All three rocked slightly, driven by her body’s response. Brent repeated the caress, running his hand and fingers over her breast. When she clenched around them the second time, Jared rocked them a little more, pulling out and sliding back in far enough to rub the sensitive tissues of her anus.

  Arin pushed back against him, urging him to repeat the movement. She’d take being split in half if it meant she could feel the men moving within her. He didn’t move and she let out a whine. “Jared. Please.”

  “Okay, babe. Just making sure you were really ready. Hang on to Brent and let me do the work.” His voice was strained but his hand stroked her back with a feather-light touch. “If it gets to be too much, make sure you say something and I’ll slow it back down.”

  She nodded, her breaths already coming quicker. Just the thought of the two men within her, moving and finding their releases, had a warm rush of pleasure flowing through her. With the first real slide from Jared, she moaned. She could feel every inch of his cock as he pulled almost complet
ely from her ass, but as he slowly slid back into her he pushed her up Brent’s cock. His hands steadied her hips. The slick slide of both shafts moving had her crying out. Brent’s hands wandered over her skin, arousing the passion that had died away with the pinch and pressure of their invasion.

  “Jare, I’m not lasting long.”

  “I know. She’s so fucking tight and hot. Every time you stroke over her tits, she’s squeezing me enough that it almost hurts.”

  Brent repeated the move and both men moaned. Jared picked up the pace, pushing and pulling her on their cocks in fast, frantic movements. She shook, a nearly silent participant in the lovemaking. Too far gone to do more than clutch at Brent’s chest and feel, she struggled to breathe. Her pussy heating from the friction of Brent’s cock, her ass tingling and throbbing from Jared’s assault and the continuous brush of Brent’s hands on her breasts all combined into a maelstrom of sensations.

  “Come on, darlin’. I can feel you fluttering around my cock. Come again for us, milk the cum from us.” Brent’s harsh whisper pulled a whimper from her lips. Her pussy clenched around him and his answering moan had her shivering.

  He stroked a hand down her side, over Jared’s hand and between their bodies. She stilled, waiting, holding her breath. His thumb crept ever closer to her clit and she willed him to move faster, even rocked her hips to urge him along. She didn’t think she’d come again, but the need to feel something rubbing her swollen nub while the men stroked in and out of her body was overwhelming.

  “Oh she wants that. Can you feel her clenching around us? Can you come for us, babe? The thought of feeling you come around us…” Jared groaned against her back. “Come on, Arin. I want to feel your ass squeezing me while you milk Brent with your pussy.”

  Arin shook with the combination of their words and the imagery. The wet slide of Jared’s tongue slicking up her spine had her pulsing around them. Brent’s thumb finally made contact with her clit and she almost collapsed on his chest. “Oh God.”

  “That’s it. Give it to us.” Brent rubbed around her clit, stroking her swollen tissues. His fingers were wet with her juices and glided quickly, strumming her nub. “Move on my hand, Arin. Take what you need.”

  She ground down on his hand with a swivel of her hips. She was so close. She did it again and gasped when Brent rolled her nipple and gave it a tug. Heat billowed from her cunt, burning across her skin. She rolled her pelvis again and whimpered with the intensity of it. Her muscles clenched around cocks that still moved in and out of her swollen and sensitive holes. They pumped while she rolled her lower half, grinding and pressing her clit against Brent’s hand.

  She could feel the orgasm mounting. Each movement pushed her closer to it. Every whisper of air across her skin, each tug and pull on her breasts, every slide, glide, grind. She cried out and bore down on both cocks, clenching muscles and pushing back to take every last inch of them. It wasn’t enough to send her over, but she couldn’t coordinate the movements anymore. Shaky and desperate she begged, “Please, more. I need more.”

  Jared firmed his grip on her hips and thrust a little harder, and she moaned. Yes. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. She pushed back onto his pelvis and wiggled her hips. He thrust again. At the same time, Brent moved his fingers, stroking over her clit and tugging on her nipple. She clenched and they all moaned.

  “I’m too close. Sorry, babe, but I’ve gotta finish,” Jared nearly growled. He pumped into her ass with increasing power. Firm hands held her hips, pulling and pushing her with sharp movements.

  Arin let her body be moved—too full, too sensitive and too close to another release, she relaxed into their grips. Brent started thrusting up into her as Jared pulled out and the increased pressure on her abused clit sent her crashing over the edge. A cry of surprise left her lips as white-hot sensation shot through her body. She clenched and pulsed around both cocks as the men pumped faster into her core. Her muscles seized and she shook with the intensity.

  Blood rushed and pounded against her eardrums, drowning out the sound of both men coming. Hot jets of cum bathed her sensitive channels. Arms wrapped around her from front and back, cradling her and soothing her cries. She drifted off into darkness, smiling.

  * * * * *

  “So which one of us is going home with her tomorrow?”

  Jared’s whispered question broke Brent’s concentration. He’d been watching Arin sleep between them. He couldn’t seem to stop looking at her, memorizing her features as she lay relaxed and peaceful. Something had changed in his mind as they’d shared her. His future had stretched long and lonely in front of him when he’d thought of letting her go. It seemed Jared had the same concerns.

  “Don’t just stare at me with that blank, lost look. One of us has to go home with her. She needs us and we need her.”

  “Yeah, I know.” Brent huffed. “I’m finished with work for the week. I could go?”

  Jared nodded. “Good. I was hoping you’d offer. You need her more than I do, so you should be the one to be there for her.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? Didn’t we straighten this out before? You’re the one head-over-heels in love with her. And we both need her.”

  “Right. I’m the only one in love with her. So you weren’t just watching her for the last ten minutes with a goofy smile on your face?” Jared scoffed.

  “I told her about Ronny. All of it.” His whispered admission sounded loud and harsh to his ears. Brent closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “She asked me about the pictures in the office.”

  “And what happened?”

  “She admitted she loved us. Both of us.” She’d done what no other woman had ever done. Gotten under his skin enough to make him open up. And instead of reacting the way he’d expected, instead of crying and gushing or recoiling in disgust, she’d stood hand in hand with him. Silent acceptance. How was he supposed to fight that? Then to admit that she was falling in love with both of them, to understand their need to be together with a woman? “Yeah. She did, Jare. Man, she is so right for us.”

  “’Bout time you figured that out. Now why don’t you book your flight and pack? I’ll carry her upstairs and keep our woman warm while you get ready. Then come back to bed and we’ll all snuggle.” Jared’s cocky smile had Brent answering with one of his own.

  “Sure, you get to snuggle more with her. I see how it is.”

  “If you hurry your ass up you can be in bed in, like, ten minutes. Grab your phone and book your flight from under the covers.”

  Brent quietly laughed because he’d been thinking the exact same thing. He rolled away from Arin, careful not to disturb her. Climbing to his feet, he snickered at how weak his legs felt. She’d wrung every last drop of energy from him when she’d come around their cocks. The memory had his dick twitching. He shook his head. Down, buddy—we’ve got work to do. He needed to figure out what flight she was on, book a seat and pack. He wondered how long he should pack for. A week? Two? Could he be gone that long from Four Oaks?

  For once, he knew that it didn’t matter how long he’d have to stay in a city and away from Jared. He’d do it for a chance to keep Arin in their lives. She fit them. She fit him. He rushed toward the office to see whether she’d left notes about her flight and started a mental packing list of things he’d need to take with him.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “What do you mean, you’re coming home with me?” Arin tried to keep the desperate anger from her voice but it was getting difficult.

  She’d woken between her two men in bed with no memory of getting there, which meant one of them had carried her up the stairs and tucked her in without her even waking. Strange but sweet. But when she heard the alarm go off and rolled over to turn it off, she’d come face-to-face with a very stubborn Brent. His first words had started the current argument and that had been thirty minutes before. He wouldn’t listen to reason, and Jared didn’t help. He kept shooting down her arguments and making complete sense. How dar
e they? She snorted. Yeah, how dare they force me to allow one of them to go home to help handle the Robert mess? Those bastards.

  “If you’re going to fight with me, you at least have to pay attention to my retaliation.” Brent’s gruff whisper against her ear ripped her from her thoughts. She looked up to find him much closer than he’d been moments before, and a sinfully wicked smile curved his lips. “Were you remembering last night? Daydreaming about what we could do on an airplane?”

  She smacked him on the chest. “No. I was thinking about how horrible it is that two extremely handsome men have decided I need someone to help me through a rough time in my life. Then my internal dialogue took me down a sarcastic jaunt.”

  “Hmph, I’d rather be thinking up fun things to do on the plane, but whatever gets you over your anger.” He bent and captured her lips in a searing kiss.

  “Children. You need to get out of here before you miss your plane.” Jared’s hands moved over her stomach and pulled her back against his chest. He dipped and blew warm air across her neck. “Give me a kiss, babe. I need something to hold me over.”

  Her heart clenched. Hold him over for how long? She didn’t want to leave him alone, but she had to go home. Would she be coming back in a few days or would this be the last time she saw him? Her throat closed on a sob and her eyes prickled with tears. She couldn’t think about any of that now. First deal with Robert, then your future. Easy words to say, but it felt as if she were ripping her heart out.

  In a rush, she turned in Jared’s arms and wrapped her body around his. If she could’ve crawled under his skin, she would have. “I don’t want to go.”

  “I know, babe, I know. You need to settle this thing in Philly though. Then come back to me.”

  “I want to, Jared. I do, but —”

  “No. There are no ‘buts’ in this conversation. You go back and do what you need to. Then we’ll figure out the rest.”