Mine: MMF Bisexual Menage Romance

by Chloe Lynn Ellis

  Hottest thing I’ve ever felt, and all three of us are still fully clothed.

  Not even touching yet.

  “Look at that dress, Jack.”

  I grunt, my cock jerking in the tight confines of my slacks. I can’t not look at that dress, but I know what Dylan’s really saying. Get the fuck over there and do something about it, Jack.

  I nod, or maybe I say something. I don’t fucking know. He’s right, though. I can’t take the chance that this little slice of unreal heaven might evaporate, just because I took too long to seize a golden opportunity.

  My whole world narrows down to Cate; Cate and that insanely hot little red dress that’s been torturing me all damn night. That’s apparently been torturing both Dylan and me, based on the way I can hear his breath quickening as he keeps saying dirty things to me, goading me on to go get her. The way that it swishes around her thighs, fluttering like water and giving me little glimpses of her gorgeous, smooth skin has had me wanting to shove her skirt up around her hips all night…

  I bet she’s already dripping wet.

  Hell, I know she is. She has that look, the same one she had on the stairway last week, and it’s sexy as hell.

  I shove my chair aside, and it clatters to the floor. Cate jumps, her perfect tits bouncing deliciously, but her eyes are locked on mine as I stalk toward her.

  She’s panting.

  I grab her as soon as she’s within reach, twine my hands into her long, dark hair, and pull her up out of her chair into my arms. She moans, and I can’t get enough of it. She makes the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard, and then—

  Finally, I’m tasting her again.

  Tasting the wine on her lips and the deeper richness that’s all Cate. Dylan’s the guy who knows how to put together a million amazing flavors, but right now I think I’d be happy if the only thing I ever tasted again was her. And when her lips part for me, her tongue darting out to graze mine?

  I fucking growl at the sensation.

  She’s mine.

  Cate presses against my chest, the heat of her body more torture, and when we come up for breath, her mouth is swollen and red and I groan, needing it again. Needing it always.

  “You have too many clothes on, Jack,” Dylan says, and I laugh, because fuck yeah, I do. I also look over at him, that husky tone of his voice pulling my eyes like a magnet, and fuck if he isn’t in the middle of pulling his shirt off, like he was talking to me, but talking to himself, too.

  His body.

  I guess it shouldn’t turn me on. At least… that’s what everything I’ve ever been taught tells me. But dammmmmmmmmmn. I can’t… can’t deal with that. I rip my eyes away and struggle with my tie, finally managing to get it off and then working on the rest.

  “You’re so sexy, Jack,” Cate says, her voice trembling like she means it as she reaches to help me. “I used to look at you…”

  Her eyes dart up to mine, and a flush of embarrassment colors her already pink cheeks. Her pupils are blown and her wet, sweet lips are parted like they need me again, and something in me—some primal thing—roars to life.

  She wants me.

  Has wanted me.

  “Me, too,” Dylan says, and hearing it straight out like that—that he used to look at me, too—drags my eyes back to him again.

  If I’d thought too hard about it, I guess I’d have thought he’d be jealous. Any guy would, watching me and Cate, right? I woulda maybe expected to have to deal with fallout later, but Dylan—shit, he’s into this. Into watching us. If I’d had any doubts, and really, I hadn’t, not the way he’d pushed us together, the massive tent he’s pitching right now makes that abundantly clear.

  The sight should freak me out, but instead it’s like gasoline poured on a fire, sending a wave of raw lust through me so brutally hot that I have to lock my knees to keep them from buckling. This should be weird to me, make me feel uncomfortable, something, but the idea of having him here… all I can think about is how I came my fucking brains out when I jerked off to the three of us together like this.

  Hell, closer than this.

  And having him here in reality? Having Cate here, her hands on me, her trembling thighs shaking against mine?

  It’s a million times hotter than any fantasy.

  “Show me what she’s got under that dress, Jack,” Dylan says, his eyes locked on Cate.

  I turn back to her, happy to oblige. I’d ask her if it was okay, but no. I don’t need to. I think this is a little out of the box for both of us, and having Dylan there… watching… guiding… I can tell it’s working for her just as much as it’s working for me.

  I settle my hands on her hips and put her on the edge of the table. Help her scoot back a little. Spread those luscious legs apart.

  “Jack,” she gasps, a hot-as-hell hitch in her breath as she clutches at my shoulder.

  “Yeah,” I say, sliding my hands under the skirt of her dress like I’ve been aching to do all night.

  Slowly.

  Inch by torturous inch, all the way up her thighs while I keep my eyes locked on hers.

  “Please,” she says, panting gently as she spreads her legs even wider. Her eyelids are heavy and she’s biting her lip and goddamn, she looks incredible.

  Feels even better than that, if such a thing is possible.

  I run my hands over her hips, seeking the band of her panties, eager to get them out of the way as fast as I can, but all I touch is Cate, warm and trembling and bare.

  No panties.

  It takes a second for the thought to register, and then it’s like a lightning bolt of desire, straight to my dick. I suck in a breath, ragged and raw.

  “Oh, Duchess,” I groan, meeting her flashing eyes. “You…” I swallow hard, shaking my head slightly. “You really are a fuckin’ wildcat.”

  Dylan groans as I squeeze Cate’s hips. She makes this little ah sound of enjoyment, and it’s amazing how such a tiny noise has such a huge effect on me. Dylan was right about me having too many clothes on. My cock is throbbing. Ready to burst right out of my slacks. Straining against the zipper to get to her, but I can’t be bothered yet.

  Can’t take my hands off her.

  Can’t wait. I have to see her again, see all of her, in the flesh instead of in my dreams.

  I reach for the hem of her dress and she’s just as hot to go as I am. She grabs it before I do, pulling it up over her head and messing up her hair so it looks all tousled and sexy like an old-school pinup, and now I’m the one groaning. This is, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

  She always has been.

  “Her breasts drive me crazy,” Dylan whispers from off to the side, and all I can do is nod.

  She’s wearing a bra, and as much as I need to feel them in my hands, I’ve gotta admit, it’s sexy as fuck. It’s a foamy, crimson little bit of nothing. Delicate and insubstantial, like the bubbles on the surface of freshly-poured wine.

  “You two are driving me crazy,” she says, laughing in a low, sexy way that has my cock doing the throb-and-jerk-and-try-to-get-to-her dance again.

  She palms her own breasts, rubbing her hands over that hot little number barely covering them, and I take the hint, snapping the clasp open and drawing it down her arms. Finally getting to see those gorgeous breasts I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. My eyes burn down her body, my hands tracing down her sides, and even though I know what to expect, the sight of those sweet, dark curls between her thighs hits me so hard I almost can’t breathe.

  A part of me wants to skip the rest and just pound into her. Get inside and make her scream my name and fuck her until neither one of us can think.

  But a part of me can’t bear the thought of this ever ending.

  Wants to enjoy the journey.

  Wants…

  “Cate,” I almost whisper, looking back up into her eyes. I lick my lips, words totally deserting me. That’s what I want. Cate.

  I’m kissing her again. Inhaling her. And her hands ar
e on me, working on that getting-me-naked suggestion Dylan made. I let her take care of it, my own hands too busy—too full of her—to help. But when those lush breasts finally touch my bare chest?

  It’s an electric jolt that’s got me groaning.

  “Damn, you two look hot together,” Dylan says, groaning right along with me.

  I look over at him, my hands sliding down Cate’s back to cup her curvy ass, and groan again. He’s got the heel of his hand over his groin, pressing and rocking slowly against the hardness there, drawing it out.

  And… fuck. Can’t deny it. Don’t even want to. That’s hot.

  Dylan meets my eyes, another electric jolt. Then he smiles, Dylan-sweet but with a hot, wicked undertone that’s got me groaning again.

  “Try light strokes with your fingertips,” he says, gesturing to Cate with his free hand. His breath is starting to come faster, and I see his hips pressing up—little thrust after little thrust—as he works against the bulge in his pants. “Cate likes that. Torture her a little. Really make her wait for it.”

  Cate hisses. “Oh, you’re the worst, Dylan,” she says, but her voice is breathy and excited, and I can see how much it’s turning her on to have him be a part of this, too.

  I start doing what he says, and oh yeah… Cate’s panting again. Hard. Writhing against me and driving me crazy. It takes me a minute for the meaning to kick in, though… Dylan knows this? Knows how to touch her?

  They’ve been together, then.

  And again… no jealousy. Just, damn. Just heat. I squeeze my eyes closed, my cock about to burst. Wish I could have seen it, honestly, and I groan in spite of myself, realizing that that’s what this is—me and Cate—for Dylan, right now.

  Maybe he and I have even more in common than I’d ever realized.

  “Lower,” Dylan says, and my hands obey him without me needing to think about it, my cock jerking at… at… I don’t know. At all of it. The feel of Cate. The weight of Dylan’s gaze. The sounds she’s making. The way I can picture exactly how his cock is feeling right now, under his own hand… the way mine is feeling, Cate grinding against it, her thighs wrapped around my hips with my fuckin’ slacks still between us.

  I never thought I was the kind of guy to like having someone else help me up my game, but not gonna lie, it’s crazy how hot it is. Kinda feels like both Dylan and I are with her at the same time, just like I wanted, and it’s got me going so hard I suddenly have to stop for a second to avoid things ending too soon.

  “Duch… Duchess,” I manage, surprising myself with how raw my throat feels. How dry my mouth is. “I need a second.”

  “And I need you inside me,” she throws back, which does not help.

  I laugh, wrapping my arms around her tight while I desperately think about baseball for a second.

  “I need to see you fuck her, Jack,” Dylan says, the slow drawl like warm syrup. Warm syrup with a holy-fucking-hell kick.

  I groan, running a hand down Cate’s chest. I can feel her heartbeat racing under my palm, and she arches into my touch, urging me lower. I’ve got myself under control, though. Or maybe I’m just selfish. Because fuck yeah, I want to be inside her, but not before I get another indulgence out of the way.

  “How does she taste, Dylan?” I ask, catching her wrists with one hand and holding them out of the way as I finally dip my fingers into her dark curls with the other.

  “Jack,” she gasps, arching into my touch with a needy whimper.

  “You’ll have to tell me how she tastes,” Dylan says, and I hear his zipper go down, but can’t look away from Cate to see him take out his cock.

  I want to, though.

  Can’t help it. Can’t deny it.

  But right now?

  Can’t focus on it.

  My fingers are deep in her honeypot, warm and slick and tight as I dip inside, and Cate… holy fuck. Her sounds.

  “Ask for it, Duchess,” I say, my voice a low growl. “You’re a grown woman, tell me what you want.”

  What we both want. All of us do. But I want to hear her say it. Need to, suddenly.

  The look she gives me is pure fucking fire. For a second, I think it’s all our old fights. That she’s going to be stubborn and deny me this, even though all three of us know she’s dying for it. Just like I am. But I underestimate her. Cate doesn’t hold back, once she decides she’s all in.

  “Jack,” she pants, licking her lips. “I want you to—to go down on me. I want your mouth on my clit. I want to feel your tongue—”

  I thumb her nub and kiss her, hard, cutting her off even though I could have listened to those dirty words drip out of her mouth all day. Can’t help it, though. She’s wrecking me with those words, all that brazen want. All those little sounds. Those desperate, grinding little movements she’s making against my body.

  “Anything you want, Wildcat,” I tell her, dropping to my knees and pushing hers apart even farther.

  Cate leans back on her hands, and for a moment the sight of her—bare and wet for me, for us—takes my breath away. I yank her hips toward me, my mouth already watering. I don’t have the patience for slow anymore, and I don’t think she’s got it, either.

  “Taste her,” Dylan groans, and the sound is backed by the slick slide of his hand. I don’t have to look to know he’s fisting himself. Watching us. Going slow… but I think it’s like me. Wanting to draw it out. To savor it. Not because his body isn’t screaming just like mine, to fuck. To go faster. To go hard and deep and take what Cate’s offering us.

  Fuck, her thighs are amazing, soft and smooth and quivering with muscle as I draw my tongue along her skin, heading for the apex of her legs. The smell of her, the taste of her, it floods my senses and turns me into something almost inhuman, something made only of instinct and desire and need.

  My cock is a painful, raging bar of fire, harder than I’ve ever been, and I fumble with my belt and undo my fly. I have to.

  “Oh, fuck,” Dylan whispers as soon as I free my cock. “Yeah, Jack.”

  It slaps up against my stomach, and I don’t know what feels better, getting out of those pants, or the surge of heat from his voice.

  But then it’s all Cate. She twists and squirms as I savor her, and a sexy litany falls from her mouth, a cascade of “please” and “yes” and “more” and my name. My fucking name, dripping from her lips along with bossy demands and desperate begging. Music to my ears.

  A live wire to my cock.

  I hold her hips tight, not letting her move as I lick and suck and lose myself in her hot, slick folds. I’m not sure who I’m torturing more, her or me—or, fuck, from the sound of it, Dylan—but I can feel how close she is already. The way her thighs tremble, the tiny shudders moving through her, those sexy-as-fuck sounds.

  Her heat.

  I speed up, my own hips humping at the air in a desperate bid for some relief as I slip two fingers inside her. Stroking. Thrusting. My tongue working her clit as she starts to lose it, as she gets louder and hotter, and those gorgeous thighs, gripping my head as her hands tangle in my hair… so fucking hot.

  I grin, my lips spreading wide against the delicious treat between her legs, and then I make that beckoning motion with my fingertips…

  Works like a charm.

  Cate’s hips buck forward, driving her hard against my mouth, and she digs her fingers into my scalp, shuddering and keening like a banshee.

  “Oh, God,” Dylan moans. “Oh, yeah. So hot. So… gorgeous.”

  Her orgasm lights my nerves up like fire down a fuse, and the minute she goes limp—gasping and sated and fucking incredible—I’m on my feet with my cock at her entrance, raring to go.

  “Jack,” Dylan says, grabbing my attention. I look up and he tosses me something shiny that I catch in one hand without thinking.

  Fuck.

  Right.

  Condom.

  Dylan’s a fucking star.

  Before I can even think about suiting up, Cate’s plucked it out of my hands and has
the package open and ready. She rolls it down my throbbing cock herself, and Jesus, safe sex has never been so fucking hot as it is right now, with the look she’s giving me.

  The raw hunger in her eyes.

  The hunger for me.

  It’s intoxicating, and everything that’s come between us in the past, it’s gone. This, right here, right now? I’d do anything to keep her looking at me like that. I will do anything.

  She wraps her legs around my hips with a wicked smile, and the tight hold of her plush thighs is like a drug. My fingers dig into her hips, caress her amazing ass, run down the crease behind and then circle around to anchor myself at the base of her thighs.

  I need to touch all of her, all at once, every way I can.

  Cate’s looking at me like I’m some kind of sex god. Like I’m ten feet tall. Like she needs all the same things I do, and she needs them now.

  “Fuck me, Jack,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling herself flush with my body. Those amazing breasts flatten against my chest and her legs tighten around me and her heat, her core, that sweet, sweet pussy I can taste on my own lips, connects at the perfect angle…

  “Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck, Cate,” I groan, pushing inside her, going deep into her tight, wet heat as I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing more of those delicious sounds she’s been giving me all night.

  And… holy fucking shit. I’m balls deep, and she feels amazing. Feels like heaven. Feels better than I could ever describe. I’m done with slow. Just can’t anymore, and she doesn’t want it. I pull back and thrust in hard, and then I do it again. And then again. We’re moving together, immediately in sync, and it’s exactly like my fantasy, but a billion times better.

  It’s fucking perfect.

  “You two look so good,” Dylan pants. “Look at Cate, Jack, look how amazing you’re making her feel, look how much she fucking loves your cock.”

  My balls start to tighten up as I listen to him. Christ, where did he learn to talk like that? And when I look over—oh fucking God—his eyes are hooded and his face flushed and his hand jerking hard and fast over a cock that… that…