“Tell me what?” she asked.
“Not yet I hadn’t,” Kirby said.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Tell me what!”
Kirby took a deep breath and bit the bullet. “We had a two-month ménage relationship with a woman when we were in college. She graduated at the end of term and went back to Iowa, where she was from.”
Mel looked from Kirby to Davis and back again. “So…what you’re saying is that you two are no strangers to ménages.”
“No,” Kirby said.
“That would be correct,” Davis said at the same time.
Kirby didn’t continue and suspected if Davis said something before Mel did, he’d be tempted to get up and punch him.
Mel pursed her lips before the bottom one caught under her teeth for a moment. “I mean…have you noticed I have poly friends? It’s not a shocker. I’ve never had a ménage. Sooo…” She shrugged, glancing at Davis and then meeting Kirby’s gaze. “That’d have to be your call, Sir,” she softly said. “I wouldn’t say no if you were both okay with it.”
Kirby wasn’t sure he hadn’t just had a brain aneurysm and wasn’t dead and this was part of some otherworldly reward.
“You’d…be okay with that?”
“Only if both of you are. I wouldn’t want to upset you guys. As long as you guys weren’t sleeping with anyone else, I wouldn’t sleep with anyone but you.”
“You’re…okay with that?” Kirby repeated, still unsure he’d heard her correctly.
“Only if you both are. I really like both of you. If it’s going to cause a problem between you, then no. But if it’s okay with you both…”
For a moment, the image of her sandwiched between them and screaming their names while they both fucked her, threatened to resurrect his wilted cock to a full-on screaming erection.
He had to admit that no other sexual experiences he’d had since Jennifer had lived up to how hot that had been.
He couldn’t speak for Davis in that, though.
“I’m okay with it,” Kirby said, finally looking up at Davis.
He stared at them for a moment. “What?”
Kirby wanted to wring his neck. “Were you just paying attention?”
“Yes?”
Mel giggled, saving Kirby from having to strangle his brother. “Would you like to join us, and I don’t just mean for some rope work. I mean hanging around after for some fun. Meaning sex.”
“Oh. Yes, I’d like that. Thank you.”
Chapter Ten
Maybe this wasn’t cautious. Maybe this was stupid.
But Mel already knew she wanted this. Not just Kim and Mason and Cole, but several others she’d met through Venture had poly relationships, including Chelbie, who was with two brothers.
Davis had been on his way to the kitchen for a glass of ice water, since he didn’t have ice in his fridge. He went to get that and then brought it out, set it on the coffee table, and sat in front of her where Kirby had been unwrapping the rope from her.
Kirby was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, while Davis just wore shorts. As Davis started tying the harness, this time going slower and explaining it to Kirby as he went, she noticed that Davis frequently glanced at her, into her eyes, holding her gaze briefly before continuing. He didn’t grope her, but as she started moving to intentionally make contact with him, he started to linger in some places.
Behind her, Kirby would frequently lean in and kiss the back of her neck as they worked together, Davis patiently going over the technique with him.
In twenty minutes, the full harness had been tied, only Davis had slightly altered the design, capturing her breasts and making them stand out, her arms tied lower, crossing under them.
She turned and kissed Kirby, leaning in and pressing her body against his. She hadn’t anticipated things moving this direction with the brothers, but like hell would she turn down the opportunity now that it had presented itself. It might be the only chance she ever got, and she’d gone through several sets of batteries over the past few weeks while fantasizing about this exact scenario.
When she sat up she stared at Davis. His brown gaze met hers, unflinching.
She leaned in and kissed him, moaning when he reached up, gently cupped her chin, and took over the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers. He was a damn good kisser, a pleasantly unexpected discovery.
Behind her, Kirby moved in closer, pulling off his shirt and his bare chest pressing against her back as he nibbled along her right shoulder.
When she opened her eyes, Davis was staring into hers and she felt her heart slip.
Yeah, she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t have feelings for Kirby, but it was quickly becoming apparent to her that she’d be just as big a liar if she said she didn’t have the same feelings for Davis.
“Where are the condoms, sweetheart,” Kirby whispered in her ear.
Davis lifted his mouth from hers just long enough to let her answer before kissing her again. “My bag, Sir.”
Kirby got up and disappeared, quickly returning and resuming his position behind her. There was something so freeing about being bound and at their mercy. She instinctively knew if she asked them to stop that they would, no matter what.
She didn’t want them to stop.
She wanted them to take her and break her in the good ways, get her out of her head, drive her into that subspace she’d read so much about but had never experienced before.
Davis released her mouth and lowered his head, taking her left nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. She moaned, her clit now throbbing and rubbing uncomfortably against her panties. Kirby slowly lowered her to the floor and joined his brother, sucking her right nipple into his mouth. Together, the men teased her, every pull of their mouths sending jolts of pleasure to her clit.
One of them reached between her legs and firmly pressed his hand against her mound through her shorts. She immediately started humping against it, the pleasure shooting through her nervous system nearly overwhelming.
“Yes!” she gasped, wanting more, wanting them.
* * * *
In a way, Davis was glad he was doing this with Kirby. He knew under the circumstances that Mel might not understand him or his actions, and Kirby could stay with her and cuddle if he found he needed to get up and leave because he felt overwhelmed.
Right now, he was interested in discovering her erogenous zones. He’d started at the obvious, her nipples, and knew from the sounds she was making and the way she was humping his hand that she was enjoying it.
The fact that she started begging them for more confirmed it.
He unfastened her shorts and started easing them down her hips without losing her nipple from his mouth. He alternated gentle sucks with lightly nipping and grazing it with his teeth, pulling it into a hard, pebbled peak.
She arched her back and pushed up with her legs, allowing him to more easily get her shorts off. With her hands bound he was careful to go slow, not wanting to go farther than she was ready in case she changed her mind.
He’d never do that.
Her panties already had a wet spot on them, which he felt as he traced her through the thin fabric. She let out another moan and tried to hump his hand again, but he teased her, using a light touch and enjoying the sounds she was making.
After teasing her like this for at least fifteen minutes, he sat up and touched Kirby’s shoulder to get his attention. He wanted to get the rope harness off her so her hands were free. Not just for her circulation, but because he wanted her hands free for other things.
She kept trying to kiss him, so he gently caught her ponytail and turned her to face Kirby so he could kiss her and keep her busy while he untied her. Once she was free, he took her hand and placed it over his groin while he laid her back on the floor again and returned to her nipple.
On her other side, Kirby followed suit.
Her hand lightly squeezed, exploring through the fabric of his shorts and briefs. He reached
down, covering her hand with his and squeezing more firmly, rocking his hips against the friction. It felt good having another hand down there, even better that it belonged to Mel.
Eventually, he released her breast again and moved down to her panties, nuzzling her through the fabric and edging her thighs apart with his hands so he could settle in. He didn’t pay attention to what Kirby was doing, but from the way her moans were muffled, Davis assumed Kirby was kissing her again.
Let’s see if I can tease her into an orgasm.
Using his teeth, he gently traced her clit through the fabric, knowing it would probably work from the sound of her moans and the way she tried to rock her hips against his mouth. He flicked his tongue up and down it, then sucked through the fabric.
She let out a squeal, followed by a long, rolling moan. Her back arched and he suspected that had been orgasm number one.
He loved the noises she made.
Now having tasted success, he settled in, still not removing her panties, and tried to make her have another one like that. It took about ten minutes before she did, but he was satisfied with that.
Then he lifted his head and eased them down her thighs, sitting up so he could get them pulled all the way off her legs before he lowered his head to her mound again.
Now instead of trying to make her come he was interested in memorizing the territory. She shaved except for a short landing strip above her clit. That left him free to slide his tongue up and down between her lips, dip into her pussy and taste her, circle her clit, explore the extremely sensitive region just under her clit hood—everywhere.
He glanced up her body. Kirby was kissing her, his hands massaging her breasts, fingers playing with her nipples. It looked like she had a death grip on Kirby’s head.
He lifted his mouth from her flesh. “Put your hands over your head,” he softly ordered.
She immediately complied and his own cock twitched. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. He didn’t know if there’d be double penetration on the menu tonight, but he hoped they got to the point where both of them were fucking her at the same time. He loved the way it felt making a woman come on their cocks, how every wave of pleasure transmitted directly from her body to theirs, the closest he’d ever get to understanding how a woman felt when she came.
But for now, he started licking her again, gently sucking her pussy. Before either of them fucked her he knew Kirby would want a chance to make her come like this, too. Maybe several times. With Jennifer, they’d taken turns forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her until she was nearly exhausted before they finally fucked her. Otherwise, she’d still be ready to play and they’d be worn out.
Unless Mel proved that approach wrong, he’d go with what he knew worked successfully in the past.
Although he was smart enough not to say that out loud.
* * * *
Kirby still couldn’t believe this was happening. He tried not to think about college, about all the nights with Jennifer. This was a different time, a different woman, and both he and Davis were older and hopefully wiser.
He lifted his mouth from hers and stared down into her eyes, smiling down at her. She looked gorgeous with her hands over her head like that, just as Davis had ordered.
She smiled up at him before her face contorted in pleasure again and her eyes fell closed as a loud cry escaped her.
“That’s it,” he softly said. “Give it to him. Be a good girl for us.” Her plaintive cries changed pitch, higher. “We love eating pussy, baby. So get comfy and be prepared to sleep well later.”
He couldn’t wait until they were all tested and she could suck his cock. He didn’t want to make her do it with a condom, and he wasn’t going to make her do it bareback until they had test results. He could only imagine how her mouth would feel vibrating around his cock while she came as Davis ate her out.
Davis made her come one more time before sitting up and nodding to him. Kirby changed places with him, eager to get in there and make her make the delicious sounds he knew he’d be imagining every time he had to make himself come because she wasn’t around.
Davis grabbed Kirby’s discarded shirt, wiped her juices off his face with it, then leaned in and kissed her.
Kirby settled in. Her swollen, sensitive clit wasn’t hard to find. As he slowly swiped his tongue up and down it, she made those moans for him that Davis had managed to pull from her, the sweet, aching cries. He hooked his arms under her thighs, holding on and not letting her wiggle away from him as she came two more times under his mouth.
When he lifted his head, she wore a beautifully sexy, glazed expression he knew had to be close to subspace. “Is someone ready to be fucked?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped. “Please fuck me!”
Kirby sat up and pulled off his shorts and briefs. Davis handed him a condom pouch from where he’d left them. Kirby quickly ripped it open and rolled it on, nudging in, pausing to swipe the head of his cock up and down her slick pussy before settling in at her entrance.
Davis had propped her up against his chest and reached around, once again rolling her nipples between his fingers. He’d pulled her arms up, her hands clasped behind his neck.
Kirby took his time, savoring every bit of the feeling of her hot pussy engulfing his cock as he slowly pressed deep inside her body. He and Davis were about the same size, a little more than eight inches, so she wouldn’t have any drastic differences there. Once he bottomed out inside her, he ground his hips against hers, feeling her clit and loving the way she moaned when she realized what he was doing.
“Wonder if I can fuck one more out of you like this,” he said, slowly withdrawing before thrusting, hard and deep, grinding against her.
She gasped, moaning, trying to thrust back against him.
He kept that up, smiling as she did manage one more small orgasm for them.
“Good girl,” Davis said, nuzzling her ear.
* * * *
Kirby seemed to be satisfied with making her come one more time. He started fucking her for real, pounding her and feeling so fucking good, better than anyone else ever had. With Davis torturing her nipples and adding to her pleasure, she couldn’t believe this was happening to her.
When Kirby came, he took several last hard, fast strokes before falling still with a satisfied groan.
“Oh.” He grabbed the base of his cock and pulled out. “Sorry. Damn, that was good.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll be right back.” He stood and headed to the hall bathroom to clean up.
That left Davis.
He sat her up and then removed his shorts and briefs and lay down on his back, handing a condom to her.
His cock was every bit as big as Kirby’s had been. When she started to lean in and kiss it, he reached down and stopped her. “Not yet,” he said. “Not without a condom. I won’t make you do that.”
She met his gaze and waited as it skittered down, to the side, up, and then back to her. “What if I want to?”
“Be a good girl and wait. If you want to do it through a condom, I won’t stop you, but it won’t taste good. I’ll get my tests done next week, too.”
Okay, this had to be right. Most guys would have jumped at the chance, and here Davis was telling her to wait.
She rolled the condom over his hot shaft, slowly, until he was completely sheathed. Kirby was returning as she straddled Davis and slowly impaled her pussy on his cock.
Davis let out a soft hiss of pleasure through his teeth. He reached up, holding his hands out to her, and she laced fingers with him.
He drew them down, bracing his elbows on the floor. “Ride me,” he said.
She did, loving the way he felt inside of her, slightly different than Kirby and yet just as good.
Kirby knelt behind her and reached around between her legs, finding her clit and playing with it.
“Yes,” Davis breathed.
At this rate, Kirby would be able to pull one more out of her, and that’s exactly what he set out to do as she fuc
ked Davis. When her orgasm hit, he released her hands and put them on his chest, then grabbed her hips and started fucking his cock up into her, hard and fast, until he let out a quiet grunt and fell still.
She let Kirby support her as she stroked Davis’ chest, unsure what he wanted her to do. When Davis pulled her down onto him and kissed her, Kirby climbed off and stretched out next to them, stroking her back and ass.
After a moment, Davis eased her onto her side between them, withdrawing his cock from her and his chin resting on the top of her head. “Was that okay?”
She giggled, kissing the base of his throat. “Yes, silly. It was way better than okay.”
Kirby spooned along her back, cradling her head with one arm, his other draped over her waist. He kissed her shoulder, tracing it with his lips. “That was definitely way better than okay from my end.”
Davis sat up, hesitated, then kissed her. “Do you mind if I go back to my room for the night?”
She reached up and palmed his cheek. “Are you all right?”
“I am. Just tired. I don’t mind if you spend the night alone with Kirby, as long as you’re okay with it.”
“It’s okay,” Kirby whispered in her ear. “He needs alone time.”
She offered Davis a smile. “See you in the morning?”
Davis’ gaze met hers, his brown eyes pausing, focused.
Staying.
“Yes. Including more of this, if you’d like.”
“I most definitely would like.”
“I’ll leave my bedroom door open,” Kirby told him. “Feel free to come in.”
“Okay. Good night.”
“Good night,” she said.
Davis stood and left the room, and seconds later she heard his bedroom door close.
She rolled to face Kirby and hooked her leg around his. “Are you okay with this?”
He smiled. “Oh, yeah. Just wait.” He kissed her, slowly, sweetly. “When I get you used to anal, you’ve got a real treat in store for you.”
Her heart raced. “Yes, Sir? What’s that?”
He had a way of nibbling along her throat that made her breathless. “One of us fucking that sweet, tight ass of yours while the other fucks your pussy, and we use a vibrator on your clit at the same time. You’ll get addicted to it.”
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