Mine: MMF Bisexual Menage Romance

by Chloe Lynn Ellis

  “I volunteer,” Jack throws in, raising a hand and giving me a look hot enough to scorch. “Pretty sure Dylan and I both can fill those shoes, anytime.”

  I blush. It’s one thing to be confident, it’s quite another to accept the adoration in their eyes. I see it all the time, but I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to it. I open my mouth to joke around with them, but Dylan’s finger covers my lips, shushing me.

  “You were incredible, Cate.”

  “Are incredible,” Jack adds, his hand kneading the back of my neck.

  Heaven.

  “Let us show you.”

  Before I can answer, Dylan is on his feet. He picks me right up out of my chair, holding me against his broad chest as Jack makes quick work of pushing the little table out of the way and rearranging our patio furniture.

  My heart starts to race.

  I’m not sure what they’re intending, but it already feels naughty. Decadent. Something we should take inside, even though the sun feels so good and I don’t really want to leave this space. This sweet patio that we’ve made our own. The place I finally came into my own and stood up for myself, once and for all.

  Jack’s got one of our plush, cushioned lounge chairs laid flat now, and I half-expect Dylan to set me down on it. I’m thrilled and a little titillated, a little scared, of getting intimate with them outdoors like this. Yes, our patio is walled and pretty private, but it’s the middle of the day. We have neighbors. We have—

  “Oooooh,” I breathe out, a sound of pure pleasure as Dylan sets me not on the lounge, but back on my feet. He does it the way he does everything, though… sensually. His hands glide over every inch of my body as he lowers me down; he slides me against his body and steadies me once my feet touch the ground.

  God, it’s erotic.

  “That’s right, Duchess,” Jack whispers, stepping in close and turning me to face him. Kissing me with a hunger that takes my breath away.

  “You don’t have to do anything but feel good right now,” Dylan whispers from behind me, his hands skimming down my body, over my waist, down past my thighs to the hem of the sundress I’m wearing—and then back up. Lifting it off over my head as Jack obligingly breaks our kiss to let him pass.

  I’m standing in the sun in nothing but a skimpy pair of lace panties and no bra—it wasn’t that kind of dress—and I feel—

  “Beautiful.”

  “Gorgeous.”

  Jack goes to his knees in front of me as Dylan pushes my hair aside from behind, his mouth landing on the back of my neck. His large hands send shivers through me as they glide up my sides and cup my breasts, teasing my nipples.

  “Jack, what… ?” I start to ask, but I’m already feeling drugged from the pleasure, from the sun, the sangria, the heady after-effects of the emotional high from standing up to my mother.

  Jack doesn’t answer me anyway, just shakes his head and grins up at me. I let out a sigh of surrender, my eyes fluttering closed as I lean back against Dylan’s hard body, letting him support me.

  Jack’s hands slowly glide up my calves, up the insides of my thighs. His fingertips stroke the soft flesh of my inner thighs, sending little lightning bolts over the sensitive skin. It feels incredible, but I cringe in spite of myself—no matter how much I work out or diet, I’ve never been able to get rid of that plumpness at the top of my thighs, never been able to attain a thigh gap. It’s one of the parts of my body I’ve always worked hardest to hide, and Jack makes a beeline right for it.

  Now that I think about it, he always makes a point to touch this part of my body; the realization surprises me, shakes the foundations of what I think of as my Good and Bad physical features, and a wave of that confidence in who I am washes over me again.

  I spread my legs wider, inviting him in.

  “Your ma’s wrong about everything,” Jack says, the husky tone of his voice making me shiver. “Your body’s strong, and healthy, and fuckin’ smoking hot.”

  He turns me in his grasp, his breath hot on the curve of my waist, and I wrap my arms around Dylan’s neck, leaning into the devouring kiss he gives me as Jack’s hands and words and love continue to move over me from behind.

  “I fucking love this part of you,” Jack whispers, kneading and squeezing the pillowy insides of my thighs. “Your thighs are so plush and sexy, so damn soft.” I feel his teeth graze over my hip and I shiver. “I could stay between them all day. I love the way they cushion my face when I’m going down on you, my hips when I drive into you. I love the sound it makes when I’m fucking you and my hips smack into your skin.”

  Oh… God. His words make me whimper, and Dylan’s hands tangle in my hair as he sucks the sound down like wine.

  Jack’s fingers hook into the edge of my panties, tugging them down, and Dylan’s hot mouth trails across my jaw, down my throat, lower… lower… until he’s kneeling, too. I step out of my panties, bracketed by these two men, and shock myself with how comfortable I am, naked and exposed like this.

  Dylan’s mouth stops at my belly, and he splays his fingers across it. It’s always been another “problem area”—I’ve got a strong core, but abs are made in the kitchen, and I’ve certainly been spending more time in the kitchen these past months than my old usual of a grilled chicken breast and salad requires.

  I let it go.

  I have to.

  The way Dylan is leaning in, kissing… caressing… loving my curvy flesh, it’s positively reverent.

  He smiles against my skin, the warmth spreading through me like a tiny sun. “You’re perfect, Cate. Always have been, always will be.”

  “You’re a fuckin’ goddess, Cate,” Jack agrees, his hands on my ass. Kneading. Stroking. Nipping at the sensitive spot at the top of my thighs. The hunger and adoration in his voice… in his touch… making me believe. “We could spend all day showing you just how perfect you are, go over every inch of you, make you really believe the truth about who you are to us. A goddess.”

  I twist enough to rest one hand on his head, the other on Dylan’s, like I’m a priestess giving them a blessing. I smile down at my gorgeous, sexy partners, my loves, my men. I want this. Want them. Want to feel powerful and sexy and strong.

  I take a deep breath, reveling in it. “Then worship me,” I tell them. “Show me I’m yours.”

  Dylan’s mouth is on me before the words finish leaving my mouth, and I gasp, feeling wanton as he lifts one of my thighs and drapes my leg over his shoulder, his tongue parting my folds and lapping at me with abandon. Jack’s hands steady me from behind, keeping a firm grip on my hips and then, once he can see I’ve got my balance, caressing them. Sliding down the outside of my thighs and then circling back up, cupping the rounded bottoms of my cheeks.

  Jack’s thumbs dip into my crease, teasing my back entrance as a flood of naughty, loving words flows out of his mouth. I can tell that hearing him is getting to Dylan just as much as it is to me, and the groan he makes vibrates against my clit, making me gasp.

  It’s so right and so wrong, all at the same time, to be standing totally naked with the sun kissing my skin while these two amazing men prop me up, drive me crazy, worship me, just like I’d asked. And then Jack’s hands become more insistent. He pushes me forward, until I’m leaning over Dylan, holding Dylan’s shoulders for support as the position pushes my throbbing sex against his talented tongue.

  And Jack… oh God. Oh… God.

  He’s parted my cheeks and is kissing… biting… licking his way toward the hidden part of me we’ve all come to love. When his tongue finally flicks over my little pink star, I cry out, the unexpected sensation sending a bolt of electricity to my clit. Jack doesn’t wait to see if I’ll like it, though; somehow, he knows.

  He knows me so well.

  He licks me with firm, steady strokes, circling… sucking… thrusting his tongue against my quivering entrance while Dylan does the same to my front. I’m mindless with it. Even when I’ve taken both of them at once, discovered the pleasure that anal
play can bring, I’ve never felt anything like this.

  My knees are useless, and I’m so wet that my juice runs down my thighs. The faint sound of traffic from the road and the splashing of a bird in the birdbath I know our neighbor installed last week feels surreal. I’m shaking, trembling as their mouths drive me toward a kind of bliss that I’m not sure I’ll recover from. The kind that will tell me I’m theirs forever.

  “Oh, God,” I gasp, my fingers tightening in Dylan’s hair.

  Thank God they’re holding me up, or I would have already melted into a puddle at their feet.

  “Oh… God. Dylan,” I pant, and then all I can do is try to breathe… let the hot, needy moans tumble from my mouth… hold on for dear life as they take me apart, lick by lick. Stroke by stroke.

  Jack’s tongue breaches me, pushing in and taking what’s his, and I explode, grinding against Dylan’s face as he sucks my clit with a quick, relentless, fluttering rhythm that pulls my orgasm out of me in endless waves.

  “Jack.”

  And oh… oh… ohhhhhhhh… “Dylan.”

  Every cell in my body explodes in pleasure as my orgasm rushes through me, a chain reaction of ecstasy that goes on and on and on, that makes me come undone. I don’t know if I’ve closed my eyes or if the power of it simply whited out my vision, but I can’t see a thing. Can’t move. Have gone boneless and turned into jelly. Am still in the throes of the aftershocks and only vaguely aware that their strong hands are still holding me up… lifting me… continuing to worship my body with firm strokes and gentle, teasing touches on my stomach… my breasts… my throat… my thighs.

  “Duchess, you’re amazing,” Jack says reverently.

  “Utterly perfect,” Dylan whispers.

  I open my eyes lazily, and realize they’ve laid me out on the chaise lounge, the way I’d expected at first. I feel decadent. Free. Naked in the sun. And somehow, they’ve managed to remove their clothes while I was being rocked by those waves of bliss.

  My men are standing above me, towering over me, protecting me and worshipping me. And, better, they’re both huge and hard and naked, and my body reacts. Knowing it’s theirs… knowing they’re mine. I’m still languid and replete with pleasure, but my legs fall open of their own accord, a frisson of excitement starting deep in my core.

  I would be happy to watch them together. They’re so amazingly hot that way. But I’m feeling greedy. Selfish. Entitled. I want them to fuck me right now. I want both of them.

  “Wildcat,” Jack whispers, the flare of heat in his eyes as he starts to stroke himself telling me I don’t have to say it out loud. He can read me.

  Dylan wraps an arm around Jack’s neck, claiming a hot kiss that makes all three of us moan, and then he lets go and moves to my side. Lifts me like I weigh nothing at all and takes my place. He’s on his back, and when he eases me down on top of him, positioning me so that we’re both facing up—facing Jack—my back cradled by Dylan’s big, hard body, I whimper.

  This is another side of me, the one that knows that even though I don’t need them to, these two men will always take care of me. That it’s okay to put myself in their hands and let them have their way with me.

  That their way will always have my pleasure in mind.

  Without pausing, Dylan impales me on his cock, his thick girth sliding in to the hilt easily now that I’m so relaxed from my first orgasm. It still stretches me—always will—and I moan, sprawling back on top of him shamelessly as the sun warms my nipples.

  Jack’s hand starts to move faster on his cock as he stands above us, watching.

  “Fuck her, Dylan,” he whispers. “She’s so relaxed. So beautiful. Get her ready to share.”

  I don’t have to do a thing except let it happen, and Dylan’s hands on my hips move me, sliding me up and down his body, letting his length stroke my slick channel and rekindle the passion they always inspire in me.

  “Jack,” I say… try to say. My mouth is dry and I still feel almost floaty with pleasure. I lick my lips and try again, thankful I don’t have to do more than speak. “I want you, too.”

  “He’s yours,” Dylan whispers in my ear, his hot breath sending a cascade of erotic tingles racing through my body as he keeps slowly rocking in and out of me from below. “He’s ours.”

  I moan.

  Yes.

  And I don’t have to ask again. These men are so perfect. So perfect for me.

  My thighs are draped over Dylan’s, his hands on my hips and my ass cradled by his groin as he fucks me… as he moves my body on top of his like I weigh nothing—like I don’t need to do anything. Like he’ll take care of me.

  And he will. They both will.

  Dylan and Jack understand me—body, heart, and soul—and I let my head fall back against Dylan’s shoulder and arch my breasts up as I watch Jack through hooded eyes.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers reverently, straddling my thighs and lowering himself down to kiss me.

  His hands are braced on Dylan’s shoulders, and he kisses my jaw… nips at the corner of my lips… plunders my mouth… presses against me so that I’m pinned between these two hot, hard bodies as they give me exactly what I’d asked for.

  As they worship me.

  Dylan is still fucking into me slowly, whispering sweet, wicked things to the both of us, and when Jack starts to move—his hard cock rubbing back and forth against my clit—I can’t help it. I start to writhe between them, moaning. Begging with my body as Jack keeps control of my mouth and Dylan’s hands take charge of my every move.

  Every touch, every stroke, awakens more of that lovely, shuddering, electrified heat inside me that both these men inspire so easily. And they’re drawing it out. Making sure I don’t come yet. But oh God, oh yessssssss, the things they’re doing to me… it’s going to be so good when I do.

  So, so good.

  “Pull her legs up, Dylan,” Jack says, releasing my mouth with a sexy groan. He pushes himself up to look down at us. “Christ, do you know how hot the two of you look?”

  Dylan slides his large hands under my rear, down the backs of my thighs, slotting them in behind my knees and rolling me upward. He arches his hips so that his cock stays buried inside me and locks my bent knees over his arms, the hard muscles of his stomach flexing under my ass.

  It feels amazing.

  “Trust me, Duchess?” Jack asks, running an impossibly gentle hand down the side of my face.

  There was a time when that question would have sounded ridiculous, but now? I can see in his face that he doesn’t need an answer—he knows—but I give it to him anyway.

  “Always.”

  “Hold still,” he says, and I couldn’t move if I wanted to, still wrung out and high on the pleasure they’ve already given me. That they’re still giving me. But then I realize he’s talking to Dylan.

  “Kiss me,” Dylan says, and Jack nips my shoulder as he dips low, claiming Dylan’s mouth, too.

  I’m pinned between them, and the urgent throbbing of Jack’s cock against my folds—spread wide around Dylan’s cock—feels like the beat of my own heart. These two are my heart.

  Dylan goes still underneath me, holding me tightly, and Jack’s hand slips between our bodies, stroking over my slick core, thumb teasing my clit, alternating between using his hand and his cock to press against me.

  “Oh, fuck, Jack,” Dylan groans. “You really… God… don’t want me to… move? You’re stroking me right through her.”

  Jack gives a throaty laugh that tells us both how much he enjoys driving us crazy, and then makes a slight shift in position that earns a desperate hiss from Dylan. I can feel the fat head of Jack’s cock pressing into me, and I gasp, realizing what he intends.

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Dylan groans, and the thought of what it must feel like to him—Jack’s cock sliding against his—is so hot that it distracts me from the deep stretch as Jack pushes inside me, inch by inch, filling me in a way I’d never imagined.

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p; I moan, and I can feel Dylan’s strong body trembling underneath me as Jack’s cock joins him inside me, stroking against his. I start to pant as my body surrenders, stretching to accommodate the impossible width of both of them at once, and it’s such an overwhelming sensation that it blocks out everything else.

  I don’t even realize the words… sounds… need swirling around my head have tumbled out of my mouth until my men answer me.

  “Yes, beautiful.”

  “Anything. Always.”

  My litany of please… please… need you… love you… both of you… is punctuated by ragged breaths from all three of us, soft moans, deep, shuddering sounds of satisfaction and need ramping up as Dylan holds my trembling body tightly between the two of them… as he throbs inside me, every muscle taut underneath me as he holds himself still and lets Jack fuck me… Jack’s cock, thrusting in and out, slow and steady and pushing me toward a kind of orgasm I didn’t know existed.

  “So good… fuck… so, so good.”

  It’s Dylan’s voice, and I moan, because yes. I’ve never felt anything like it. Didn’t know I could feel this full. The coil of pleasure tightening inside of me with every smooth, slow thrust is deeper than I’ve ever felt, all-consuming, overwhelming in the best possible way.

  “Jesus, Wildcat,” Jack says, his gorgeous face taut with pleasure. “So tight.”

  I imagine his cock sliding against Dylan’s, every stroke stimulating that thick length I know so well, every thrust putting a deep, vibrating pressure against my G-spot. Jack’s hard body rubs against my clit every time he moves and Dylan’s mouth finds all the most sensitive spots on my neck.

  They’re making me crazy.

  They’re amazing.

  They’re going to wreck me.

  The three of us ramp up, closer and closer, and I’m beyond thinking. I’m begging. Almost sobbing. Raw need tumbles out of my lips, and I can no more control my words than I could stop the glorious, erotic tide of pressure that’s building in me… that’s about to burst.

  “Please, please, more, God…”