“What are you doing to me?”
“Kyle’s going to shave you bare,” Scott answered in her ear as his teeth scraped below it.
Kyle knelt before her, his erection standing up close to his belly. He smeared shaving cream all over her mound, wiping the excess on a towel, before picking up a razor.
He was slow and thorough and she knew if she didn’t distract herself she would come before either one of them had a chance to get inside her again.
“Why is he shaving my…pussy?” She could feel Scott’s erection shift against her lower back. She said the word again and he spread her legs farther apart.
“Because I told him to,” Scott stated. He palmed her breasts, flicking his thumb across her tight nipple. Her pussy spasmed each time either of them petted her.
Scott’s short chest hairs tickled her shoulders, and she realized her fingers were digging into his thighs.
She tried to move them, but he growled. “Leave them. I like your mark on my skin. I want reminders. Just like these.” He traced a couple of the raised scars across her abdomen and she sucked in a startled gasp.
He continued his explanation as if she could remember what she’d asked about. “If you’re bare you feel everything. Your pleasure is greater, the intensity sharper, and when you come and all that sweet juice drips from your pussy, Kyle will get to lick up every drop before sucking my dick.”
Kyle remained silent, completely focused on her pussy until he was done and had wiped her clean. “I’m not going to have sex with you, Haleigh.”
He looked up into her eyes, and panic froze inside her. Surely he couldn’t mean that he wasn’t going to be with her again. Surely he wouldn’t make her go through all of this and then just walk away…
“I’m going to make love to you.”
Her heart kicked into high gear as his words sank in and he leaned forward, sucking her clit into his mouth. He shoved her open wide, exposing her from her clit to her asshole.
Mmm, she thought in her sex-hazed mind. The sex before had already been powerful, but everything was a million times more intense. She could feel every swipe of his tongue as he licked her from her back entrance all the way up to her clit, and then he buried his tongue inside and fucked her with it until she forgot to breathe.
“You’re my plus one.”
“What…?” She moaned as her lower half bucked against his mouth. Scott gripped one side of her waist to keep her steady. The other hand stroked her breasts, caressing and loving them. His thumb excited her nipple, strumming the imaginary string between her breast all the way to the top of her thighs where Kyle continued to feast on her wet core.
“I’ve only ever slept with guys, but you’re my plus one.”
“Consider yourself the cherry, most deliciously, on top of a very nice sundae,” Scott added as he ran his fingers in her wetness and over Kyle’s tongue.
“You’re so new to all of this, Haleigh, but you’re a natural.” The moan Kyle released vibrated into her flesh and she nearly came from the visual of him on his knees in front of her. Scott must have realized how close she was.
“I’ll train you to control your orgasms so you don’t go over the edge until I know you are at the top of the highest peak you can reach.” He rolled his stiff digits over her clit in such a way that made her tummy hollow out and her pussy clench on empty air. As if Kyle knew her pain, he worked first one finger and then two into her tight channel, as Scott spread more of her slick moisture over the hard knot of her clit.
“You’ll come if I tell you to and only if I tell you to. Do you understand?”
His voice… It was like dark chocolate and desire rolled into one. It was a combination she wanted to drown in.
“Haleigh? Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered automatically as Kyle tunneled inside her. She still fought Scott’s hold on her hip, straining for a slightly firmer touch.
“Damn, those words are sexy.”
Warmth she didn’t understand spread inside Haleigh’s body when he praised her. His next sentence nearly undid her intentions of following the rules.
“Kyle, work a couple inside her ass and do it slow and gentle. I want her to have a taste of how it’s going to be for her when we both get inside her sweet body.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kyle answered in a voice strained with need. Haleigh loved the words out of his mouth. The way he said them made tension spike through her pelvis.
Kyle sat back on his haunches, altering the angle of his penetration. He pumped inside her but he didn’t just shove his hand in her rear. He ran his tongue from her pussy past the tiny space of skin between, then to the tight rosette that had only been taken once before. He licked her little asshole and she subconsciously spread her legs wider, giving him better access as he speared her with his tongue.
“Kyle, you must be doing a very good job because our little butterfly is about to fly, aren’t you sweetness?” Scott asked as he pulled her tighter against his chest but never lost the tempo of playing her clit like a violin.
“Yes…Sirs…yes…Sirs…” she chanted every time Kyle’s tongue stroked her.
She lowered her lids as Kyle worked a slick digit inside her rear. She had expected pain, had braced for it, but there wasn’t any. There was a feeling of fullness and a different sensation to him being in her pussy, but soon she needed more. He added another wet digit, stretching her farther until he buried them inside her on every thrust of his wrist.
“Oh God,” she groaned as her entire body seemed to change frequency and her backside stretched with heated pleasure. Her hips dipped with every penetration, tilting up barely enough to increase the pressure from Scott’s licentious rubbing. “Please, Scott. Please let me come. Please.”
“You like the burn. That sweet little bite of pain in your ass as Kyle fills it with his fingers? Just imagine what it’s going to feel like when he’s buried in your pussy and I’m riding your ass at the same time. It’ll feel like it does now but darker, more severe. We’re going to mark you so deep you’ll always feel us inside you.”
All she could do was whimper at his words. She opened her eyes to stare at the drop of liquid rolling down from the top of Kyle’s erection and she wanted to taste it. She could also feel Scott shadow pumping his shaft against her spine, matching Kyle’s thrusts inside her.
She needed to touch them.
She urgently released the death grip she had on Scott’s thighs and licked one of her palms. “What are you doing?” Scott growled in her ear but words failed her. She shifted enough so she could grip his erection.
“Holy fuck,” Scott cursed and then cursed again. She tightened her grip on his cock, moaning. He bucked in her palm, unable to control his body’s reactions.
She stretched, but Kyle was too far away. A frustrated whimper was all she could muster as he increased the pace of his thrusts screwing into her.
“Kyle, up on your knees. She needs you.” He did as ordered, but she could tell it was more muscle memory than following instructions. His gaze was locked on his hands and Scott pinching her clit. She tried desperately to reach him before she gave herself over to the pleasure.
“Dammit,” Kyle muttered as she finally wrapped around the skin of his cock, and squeezed until more of the creamy liquid appeared at the crown of his erection. She rubbed her thumb over it once and then sucked it off.
“God, Scott. I can’t hold it in. Please let me come,” Kyle begged through gritted teeth as Haleigh tightened her fist on him again, squeezing up with a twist. She still worked Scott behind her, loving both of them, needing their shouts of pleasure to fill her soul.
Haleigh’s moan of excitement was followed by another curse from Kyle as he forcefully finger-banged her pussy. His shoulders shook with need as sweat broke out across his chest. The sucking noises her wet sex made as her pussy released a torrent of fluid added to their symphony of three.
“Come. Now,” he yelled at them both. He slapped her direc
tly on the knot of her clit and she exploded. The scream that ripped from her would have scared her if she wasn’t catapulted into a realm of pleasure so exquisite, surely nothing earthbound could possibly contain it. Something wet hit her legs and stomach, and then her breasts, but she was too far gone to register what it was.
Pure decadent sensation encased her entire body. She chanted their names. Her orgasm yanked her underneath a riptide of pure bliss so beautiful she hung in the grasp of it, moaning as her pussy clenched onto Kyle’s slick digits.
With the last of her strength, she squeezed harder as her orgasm poured through her body and Scott’s cock pulsed in her hand. Wetness hit her back, running between the fingers of her tight fist.
She smiled as she tried to open her eyes, but decided she didn’t have to. Her men would take care of her. They knew what she needed and she could give up her worries and her fears to them. She let the blackness swirling around her guide her under. She breathed out, “Love you…”
Chapter Fifteen
“Damn, she’s perfect,” Scott whispered hoarsely in the soft darkness of their playroom. They lay on either side of their sleeping woman, watching her.
“Always was, always will be,” Kyle replied as he gently moved a piece of hair off her forehead. She lay snuggled up to Scott with her back against his chest, facing Kyle, who continued to touch her in small ways. She smiled in her sleep.
They had cleaned her up and moved her onto their big bed. They lay in the near-dark without the ability to even look away from her sweet face and sated body.
A soft moan rushed from her and she shifted her backside against Scott. He clenched his teeth good and tight to keep from cursing. Nothing could have stopped him from palming her hip to pull her further into the protection of his body. His erection found its happy place between her thighs and he stroked her slick flesh in a slow, steady pace.
“You said butterfly was a nickname you gave to her?” Scott asked with a gravelly voice. He couldn’t wait to get inside her again and show her all that they could do for her. To her. With her.
“She had braids. Little dresses her mother would buy her, and she’d get in so much trouble going home dirty. She was so full of life. Pretty hard to stay pristine if you’re so busy living.” He paused, remembering. “It reminded me of a butterfly. She’s always been so beautiful and full of energy, fighting her way out of a place trying to clip her wings.”
“The doctors told her to picture the cancer taking a hike while going through all of her treatments and surgeries. Especially as things got shittier. The nickname helped keep her strong and focused.”
They sat in silence. “But how did that help her?”
“Because you were always my strength growing up, Kyle,” Haleigh answered quietly. She stared at them one at a time. She smiled sleepily and ran her fingers over Kyle’s lips and then trailed them along his neck and clavicles, settling on his tattoo.
“My parents were always more interested in how they were perceived than actually loving me. Thinking about seeing you gave me something to fantasize about if I beat the cancer. I needed every bit of strength I could get with all those months of treatments and experimental drugs and surgeries. So I pictured a rose made up of hundreds of petals, which were all the cancer cells that were spreading. Any time I felt like it was winning, I would close my eyes and picture a butterfly’s wings flapping next to those petals and blowing them away one by one. I’ve wanted to see you, to thank you, but I wanted to be cancer free. I had no clue where to start searching when I was given the ‘all clear’ about a year ago. I decided to move on, then you kind of fell in my lap. How’s that for fate?”
Kyle hung his head. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for walking away from you. You fought that battle on your own, and that’s unforgiveable to me.”
She smiled, petting him, running her cheek along his tattoo. She held him close, and he breathed her in. “But I wasn’t alone. You were with me, inside where it mattered. And you met Scott. How could that ever be construed as a bad thing? If I hadn’t had cancer I never would have found either of you. I never would have had the courage to walk into a tattoo parlor and demand to have my nipple pierced.”
“You were demanding,” Scott added with a grin in his voice.
“And don’t you forget it,” Haleigh agreed as she reached back and tugged him down for a toe-curling kiss. “We were led to each other by some higher power because this is where we’re supposed to be. Who we’re supposed to be. Love can conquer all, you know. I’m a firm believer in that.”
“Why the piercing?” Kyle asked as he ran his fingers on her soft skin, just like Scott was doing.
“I’ve wanted the piercing since I was eighteen and saw it in a movie, but I was too chicken to actually get it done. Then when I got cancer, I was told I couldn’t have it until I was at least five years cancer free. The rate of the cancer metastasizing to the other breast is extremely high. So I’ve waited. It was a present to myself for surviving. If no one understood…if everyone else thought I was crazy for wanting it, it didn’t matter. It marks the rest of my life, reminding me everything I want in life is possible.” She squeezed Kyle, adding, “Maybe not right away, but I’ll get it.”
“Our kind of girl,” Kyle grinned.
Scott lifted her chin toward him, “Why don’t you have a nipple on your left breast? How did it fail?” He positioned her on the bed, stroking her chest. Not favoring one breast or the other, just touching her, loving her.
She had to clear her throat before speaking again. “They took tissue from my girlie parts and created one, but without an adequate blood supply, which they told me was a possibility, it slowly died and I had to have it removed. It’s actually why I had to leave the bar early that first night we talked. I had to meet with a plastic surgeon about redoing it the day after. But I decided I don’t need it to feel like me. I don’t want any more surgeries. I’m happy with the reconstruction and there’s no guarantee that it would work any better this time than it did the first. I told my parents my decision and informed them that they didn’t have to like it. Actually I told them they didn’t have to like me for the choices I make now. But I’m going to do what I need to, so I can be happy. With a little help from my men I believe I can do that.”
Scott listened intently and ached for all that she had been through. He bent forward and kissed her flesh and the raised scar that brought her to him.
Her face twisted into a naughty smirk. “And Scott… I’d like you to tattoo a nipple on my new breast with a nipple ring in place to match my piercing.”
“Hell yeah,” Scott cursed. Kyle took her pierced nipple into his mouth, arching her closer to him.
“Yum,” she managed after he stopped working her with his teeth. “Some women have the reconstruction and then need to have it tattooed anyway to get a good color match, but this way I’m getting the best. It’s why I chose you to begin with.”
Scott smiled and shook his head, remembering their very first phone call. “Thus the third degree on the phone that first night, asking if I was the one who did the tattoos from the photographs.”
“Exactly. You just won’t need the photograph. The other nipple will be at your disposal the whole time. I want it to be as close as possible and you came highly recommended. Your umm…website could use a little help though.”
“What’s wrong with my site? It’s fine…ish.”
“I might be able to help with that but the idea is still forming. Your work is beautiful and emotional.” She glanced at him with fierce possession clear in her gaze. “I want your mark on me in some permanent way. But I’d like something bigger too. Something on my back maybe. I’ll let you come up with what will look the best.” She touched Kyle’s tattoo again. “If Kyle trusted you enough to let you select one, I will, too.”
“I want you to add to mine too, Scott. Something that ties us all together.”
“We’re all on the same damn page. It’s fr
eaky. I’ve got some ideas and I’ll sketch a couple things out for both of you to see and then we’ll make a night of it at the shop. I’ll want you to do mine, Kyle.”
Kyle’s arousal flared. “Me?” Kyle questioned, trying to find words to express his shock.
“I was waiting for something worthy of adding, and loving the two of you is worthy. Simon would approve, not to mention give me hell for trying to deny it.”
Haleigh’s eyes filled with tears of happiness and Kyle pulled Scott forward and captured his mouth in a searing kiss.
“I love you, Scott,” Kyle said as he moved, leaving both of them breathing heavy. “And you,” he added as he stared down at Haleigh. “Loved you when we were kids. Wanted you in high school and now that we’re all grown up, you’re the only woman I’ve wanted to be with. The only woman I’ll ever love with all of me.”
“Love you too, Kyle. Always have. Always will.”
Haleigh grinned and drew him to her. She ate at his lips until he plunged his tongue into her mouth and she moaned until he released her.
He inhaled sharply and blew it out. Kyle closed his eyes like he always did when he needed to calm down, and Haleigh sighed with a blissful grin tugging her lips up at the corners.
Her confidence faltered right before Scott’s face. “Why do you want to be with me? I mean both of you, well, each of you? You could have anybody.”
“Ditto,” Scott replied. “But we don’t want anybody else. I’ve been with women before, and guys. Obviously I like being with both. The dynamic is different and your girlie parts, as you call them, are soft and warm and wet and beautiful. I like eating it and I like sinking inside it for a nice, slow ride. Kyle, on the other hand, has an ass that sucks me in and I like riding him to the point he can’t hold back and comes simply from me fucking him.”
Kyle’s cock twitched against Haleigh’s side at Scott’s confession, and her skin heated right after his mere suggestion of watching them have sex again.
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