Satisfied 2X

by Nicole Elliot

  They returned with platters of food.

  “Wow. This looks amazing, Wyatt.”

  He grinned. “I wanted our girlfriend to have something special to remember her first night.”

  The way he said it didn’t make her feel anything but completely adored. They made her feel more beautiful than a cover model.

  “Thank you. It smells delicious.” She realized he had gone through a lot of trouble to sauté the vegetables and sear the steaks perfectly.

  Jason pulled the chair out for her at the head of the table.

  She took her seat, feeling like a queen reigning over her men. And that’s what they were. They were her men. Only hers.

  Wyatt served each of them a glass of champagne.

  “To unchartered territory.” He grinned.

  “To new beginnings,” Jason added.

  “And to us.” Kayla beamed.

  The bubbles were fizzy going down. She giggled. She was happy. The night held nothing but promise.

  She couldn’t stop laughing. Once Wyatt and Jason had a glass of champagne they were hysterical together. Jason told her stories from college.

  “Stop, stop,” she cried. “I can’t laugh anymore. My abs are going to hate me tomorrow.” She gripped her side.

  The thought of Wyatt waking up in the bushes outside the library his freshmen year was too much.

  He even seemed amused with the story. “You know I have way more on him, don’t you?”

  She pulled the champagne glass to her lips. “I’m sure you do.”

  Dinner was delicious. She watched as Jason took the plates to the kitchen. Wyatt reached for her hand. There was a warmth and tenderness emanating from him.

  “What you told us today, about your child, Kayla.” He bit his lip. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything about that when I made the deal. I was only trying to recover the losses for Miller-Wentmore. I would never hurt you.”

  She clasped his hand. “I know that. And I probably should have been honest from the beginning about why I agreed. But I didn’t know if I could trust you. I didn’t know if you did business with a man like my uncle what kind of men that made you and Jason.”

  “We’re not like that,” he replied sternly.

  “I know you’re not.” Her eyes softened. “I wouldn’t be here if you were.”

  He raked a finger over the lines of her wrist. “We are so damn lucky.”

  “You think so?”

  He nodded. “To have you in our lives. To have you work side-by-side with us.” He leaned in closer. “For you to offer yourself to me the way you have tonight. Kayla, there aren’t words for that. I promise I will cherish it. It means something to me.”

  She held her breath. She was lost in his eyes. Lost in his words.

  He held her fingers to his lips. “I should probably go get dessert.”

  “There’s dessert?” she eked. She was ready to climb the grand staircase to her bedroom. The entire was like one long course of seduction. Yet, she was still hungry. Hungry for them.

  “How does crème brulee sound?”

  It was hard to turn away from his gaze.

  “Delicious.”

  He rose from the table. “Just remember. Tonight is all about you. You will get everything you want. I promise.”

  He left the dining room and she the room suddenly felt empty and bigger. There was heat between her legs. She wanted to reach under the table and ease the ache. But Wyatt was right. Tonight was hers. And if she could wait a little longer, she would have everything she ever wanted.

  Twenty-Five

  Kayla

  Kayla looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing the sheer lacy lingerie gift from Wyatt and Jason.

  She spun around, her ass was completely bare. The ties crossed over her lower back and laced at the tops of her thighs.

  This was it. The moment everything would change.

  She walked into the bedroom.

  “Damn,” Jason growled.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Wyatt echoed.

  “Come here.”

  There was no going back. No second thoughts. She walked toward the bed.

  They pulled her to the sheets before her legs had reached the edge of the mattress. She couldn’t catch her breath. Their hands were everywhere. Their lips.

  “Oh my God,” she purred.

  Jason caught her mouth with a deep kiss as Wyatt lowered himself between her legs. He flicked her clit with authority.

  “Open up, baby. I want a taste of your pussy before Jason gets it.”

  Her legs fell to the side. She would do anything he wanted. Anything either wanted. The way they worshipped and teased her, played a symphony from one end of her body to the other. Strumming and stroking until she sang their names.

  “Take my cock.” Jason pushed his wide shaft to her lips. She opened willingly. She loved how he tasted.

  Wyatt’s tongue flashed wildly while Jason pumped inside her.

  She clutched at the sheet for something to hold on to, but there was nothing to grasp that would keep her from losing all gravity.

  Wyatt pulled back sharply. “You aren’t coming until we say so.” He smacked her bottom abruptly.

  Jason withdrew his cock and she whimpered.

  Their eyes bore into hers.

  Jason nodded at Wyatt. He rolled her onto her stomach, so she was straddling him.

  “Oh, yes.” She threw her head back. Her core was aching to be touched. She had wanted Jason inside her badly.

  “Please fuck me,” she begged.

  He shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that.”

  Wyatt stood behind her, cupping her bottom. His palms made circles, pressing deeper into her flesh.

  “Why not? I know I can handle you. You’re huge, but I can.”

  He grinned. “That pussy will be mine. But until he fucks your ass you can’t handle it. We want you to love this. Beg for it. And there’s no way that will happen if I fuck you first. One at a time to start. Ok?”

  She nodded.

  “Do you trust us, Kayla?” Wyatt’s kissed the backside of her thigh.

  “I do.”

  Jason’s piercing gaze said everything. “Then trust we know how to make you come.”

  “Please,” she looked over her shoulder at Wyatt. “Take it. Make my dream come true.”

  He groaned. He slid his fingers against her hole. She clenched.

  “You’re sure?”

  She nodded. “I want you both inside me now.” If they didn’t take her she thought the pain could cripple her. The ache was deepening and widening into an abyss of torture.

  Wyatt stood back, and for a second she thought he was going to change the agreement. He was withdrawing the offer to fulfill her fantasy, but he walked to the bedside table. He pulled out a bottle from the top drawer and walked to the bed.

  She watched in amazement as he poured the liquid in his hand and slid it over his enormous erection. She had no idea how he would ever fit in her body, but she’d do everything she had to to accommodate him. She wanted him to fuck her.

  He took the edge of the bottle and ran it up her crack, dribbling the oil over her ass. He pushed a finger inside her, lubing the inside of her entrance.

  “Do you want us, Kayla?”

  She nodded, looking into the depths of Jason’s green eyes. He held her gaze.

  “Look at me, love,” Jason demanded. His hand slid between her folds. He found her clit and massaged until the nub was as hard as her nipples.

  “So ready,” he whispered.

  Her hips moved under his direction. With every flick of his finger, she lifted her ass higher in the air for Wyatt to take.

  “I’m going to fuck your pussy into oblivion, tonight,” he promised.

  “And I’ll fuck your ass, baby. You’ll want more. You’ll want us take you to this place every night. Where you’re fucked wholly and completely. Like you deserve.”

  She shivered and felt her juices ru
n to her thigh. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her body had never craved anything so viciously. She would melt from the inside out if they didn’t release her from the pent-up anticipation of everything they had talked about. Of waiting for the three of them to share tonight.

  “Remember what I told you today, baby. You have to relax. You have to let me in,” Wyatt’s voice was strong behind her.

  Jason teased her to the point of madness.

  “Please take me there. Please,” she begged. “I’m so ready for you both.”

  “You are.” Jason smiled. He looked past her and nodded to Wyatt. In that moment, she knew the three of them had entered into a deal they would never back out of it.

  This was their moment. Hers with the two men she had chosen to share her body with. Her men who would take a part of her ripe and virgin. Innocent and naïve. A part of her she wanted them to have.

  Her body seized with searing pain as Wyatt eased himself inside her. He didn’t stop. He didn’t let her adjust. With one slow thrust he breached the sacred barrier. He pushed past the ridge of muscles, pumping his full cock inside her.

  “Fuck, nothing has ever felt this good.” He pulled her hips back to meet his.

  “Wyatt,” she cried.

  Jason reached up to her chin. “Relax into it. Open up. Spread your ass for him. Wider. Much wider,” he urged.

  She’d never been filled so fully in her life. It was as if her brain turned off and her nerve endings took over. There was pain. There was burning.”

  She hissed as Wyatt’s fingers dug into her hips. She didn’t know if she could keep going, but with his next thrust he sliced into her, turning the foreign feeling into cataclysmic waves of soothing heat. She reveled in the friction.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned, dipping her hips up and down, playing with the angles Wyatt could reach. Each stroke was beautiful and full.

  Jason palmed her tits, massaging his hands over the tight buds. “Love, you’re a fucking rock star. Open your pussy for me.”

  “Oh yes. Please yes.” She wanted more. If it was this delicious from behind, she couldn’t imagine how it would feel with pleasure under her too.

  She wiggled enough and as Wyatt withdrew, Jason slammed into her. She realized he had been patiently waiting his turn and he was at his limit.

  “Oh fuck, she’s tight,” he howled. “Fucking glory.”

  Kayla was lost in the ecstasy. She was spiraling through blinding light. Every direction she moved was filled with an experience she’d never had. His cock filled her in a way that was like home—familiar and right. He pushed inside her, hilting himself against her walls.

  She threw her head back, reveling in the rhythm of the three of them.

  She knew to trust them. She knew they would take her higher and higher. They knew exactly what they were doing. Wyatt plunged deep in her ass, as Jason shifted her off his pulsing cock. Wyatt would in turn press her hips onto Jason’s cock as his dick slowly withdrew. Her back arched. It was beautiful. The cadence of their movements grew closer together. Each man was picking up his pace. The tempo built as their frenzy for each other escalated. She realized what was happening. What she wanted. What they wanted. They were going to fuck her at the same moment. Bury themselves inside her together.

  “Oh, Oh,” she mewed. Her body wildly waved between them like a seesaw. She bounced her tits on Jason’s face as he pushed her toward Wyatt then shoved her on his own cock.

  She clung to Jason’s shoulders. It was all happening so fast.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  “That’s it, love. Fuck us. Fuck us hard.”

  She clawed and gripped when the climax came for all three of them. She felt stretched and pulled. So whole she thought she would burst into embers. There was fire in her core. Lava-like rawness in her ass. Her blood was on fire and she was pulsing and moving, trying to find a release.

  “Wyatt! Jason!” she screamed their names as the orgasms split through them all.

  She bucked wildly, feeling the apex of her climax spin her off the planet.

  Wyatt sheathed himself full in her ass before he emptied himself inside her. She closed her eyes, reveling in what he gave her. Then they popped open when she looked down and saw Jason’s orgasm wrack him. He pumped. One. Two. Three. And his release was hilted deep in her pussy.

  Wyatt held her hips as he rolled her on the bed next to Jason.

  Wyatt kissed her neck.

  “Say something, baby. Are you ok?” He was still firmly inside her. It was overwhelming how much of her he had taken.

  “I’m ok,” she whispered.

  “You sure?” Jason asked.

  She nodded. “Will it always be as good as this?” she asked.

  Jason laughed. “Always.”

  “Maybe better,” Wyatt added. “Your ass is so tight, baby. It will feel better in a few days. We can do this again. Are you sure we didn’t hurt you?”

  She suddenly realized how sore it was. Wyatt’s cock started to slide from her and she felt the twinges of pain. She couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt. It hurt like hell. But it hurt so good. An erotic pain. Something daring and exotic. She had done something incredible with her body. She had pushed herself to feel good. To find pleasure in the forbidden. And it was worth every prickle of pain she had.

  “I’ve never felt this amazing in my life. I swear to you.”

  “That’s what we want to hear, love.” Jason rested a hand on her hip.

  She rolled on her side to face Wyatt. “But if we do it more, does that mean you won’t like it as much?”

  His laugh filled the room. “You really are like a virgin. No, I’ll love it just as much as the first time. And Jason wants some too, don’t forget.”

  She rolled back over. “You do? I’m confused. I thought you had assigned parts or something.”

  Jason smirked. “You are damn adorable. I love your pussy. But I want that ass. And you’re crazy if you don’t think Wyatt isn’t going to fuck your pussy just as hard.”

  “Oh my.” She held her breath. “I thought it was always this way.”

  “No. It’s whatever we want to do. We each have preferences, and you saw that tonight, but we like every part of your body.”

  She giggled feeling silly. Of course, it would work that way. Suddenly she was hot again thinking about it. Changing positions. How would it feel to see Wyatt under her? His dark smoldering eyes staring into hers while Jason guided his cock in and out of her ass.

  Her nipples perked.

  She knew it wouldn’t be tonight. Her body was beyond exhausted and she was sore. But maybe the next time. It put a smile on her lips.

  She curled against Jason’s chest. Wyatt’s hand rested on her hip and they fell asleep.

  Twenty-Six

  Kayla

  The next morning Kayla wandered downstairs. Wyatt was making another huge breakfast for them.

  “Good morning.” She smiled at her men.

  Jason handed her a cup of coffee and kissed her with possession. “Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

  “Like a Kayla sandwich.” She giggled.

  “My favorite kind.” Wyatt flipped pancakes on the griddle.

  “What time do we have to leave today?” She sat at the table. She didn’t want the weekend to be over. She didn’t want to fly back to Chicago. She couldn’t imagine leaving this place. She wasn’t the same woman any more. Last night had changed that.

  She had explored herself in a new way. Maybe she had always been this sexual goddess. She felt strong and powerful with two men who worshipped her body.

  Jason rested his tablet on the table. “We can fly back tonight if you like.”

  “As late as possible.”

  Wyatt brought over a plate of hot pancakes. “I’ll let the pilot know.” He turned her lips up to catch a kiss. “How do you feel?”

  “Like the luckiest woman in the world.” She smiled.

  He laughed. “No. I meant your body. Did we hurt y
ou?”

  “Oh.” She didn’t want them to know she was sore. She didn’t want to turn down the chance for more of last night.

  “That sore, huh?” Wyatt looked at her.

  “No, I’m perfectly fine.” She made her voice an octave higher than usual. “I feel like there is magic under my skin or something. I can’t explain it.”

  Wyatt paused with the spatula in his hand. “Baby, we know your body better than you do. You can’t hide things from us.”

  “Oh, all right. I’m a little on the sore side. But not much. Besides, I like how it feels. It reminds me of what we did. And I love what we did.” She smiled.

  “Unacceptable,” Wyatt stated. He looked over at Jason knowingly.

  Oh shit. She was suddenly worried. Had she done something wrong? Was she damaged in some way?

  Jason pushed her chair back from the table. “I think we can help with that.”

  “Wait, what are you doing?” A ripple of panic worked its way through her.

  Wyatt lifted her from the seat. “Don’t worry this will only take a second and then you can have your breakfast.”

  “I’m not worried about breakfast. What’s happening?” she squeaked.

  He laid her on the kitchen counter. Jason peeled her satin panties from her legs.

  “Wait, what?” But she was already breathing heavily and her heart beat was erratic.

  Jason’s tongue plunged between her legs and began to lick gently before another protest rose from her throat.

  “Ohh.” She smiled, relaxing into his naughty kiss.

  Wyatt covered her mouth with a kiss. Her legs fell open. Jason circled her clit before sliding his tongue inside her. The heat felt so good. So soothing. Wyatt took her hands over her head, kissing her deeper and more passionately.

  “Are you sore somewhere other than your pussy?” he growled.

  “Yes.” She nodded, staring into his eyes.

  He walked to the end of the counter and Jason traded spots with him. He walked toward her, planting a kiss on her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue. Wyatt’s hands lifted her hips from the counter as his tongue ran over her tender forbidden zone. It was aching from his touch. He lapped generously, coaxing a moan from her.