Their First Noelle

by Cara Michaels

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried. “Oh, help me.”

  “I think our prisoner is begging for release, Nick.”

  “Seems only gentlemanly to give it to her.”

  “Hmm.” Kris pressed up, stroking her G-spot, reveling in the fresh rush of wet heat coating his finger. “But we’re not gentlemen.”

  “True.”

  They withdrew from her and she screamed in pure frustration.

  “Hush, baby,” he said, pinching her nipple.

  She didn’t listen. Just moaned and begged so prettily.

  “Nick, keep her quiet, would you?”

  Nick’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head.

  “Quiet.” Hands not quite steady, he worked his jeans open. His cock practically leaped free of the confining denim and cotton. “I can do that.”

  Dazed, Noelle stared at the massive cock in front of her. Nick’s fingers traced her lips.

  “Open up, beautiful.”

  Unwilling to deny him, she accepted the flushed head of his erection between her lips. He pushed in, feeding his cock deeper. In this position, her throat opened up and she could accept more of him than she expected. She hummed, the vibration making Nick groan appreciatively. She jerked in her bonds as warm breath drifted over the soaking folds of her pussy. Kristian’s head slid unimpeded between her thighs. The first touch of his tongue sent white hot pleasure through her and she moaned around Nicholas’ thick cock.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned. “Whatever you just did, Kris, for the love of beautiful, bound sex prisoners everywhere…do it again.”

  Kris’ face pressed in tight against her exposed sex, tongue blazing a fiery trail from clit to anus, then up to thrust deep inside her. She surrendered to helpless moans and screams, sensation ruling her body. Nick’s cock shuttled in and out of her mouth. Kris slid one, two, then three fingers into her, his tongue, teeth, and lips playing over her clit. The heat built and built, and oh, she’d never felt anything so wonderful. Kris spread her folds wide, exposing her most sensitive places to his tongue. Her thighs trembled, her orgasm so close. She panted and whimpered around the cock in her mouth, screaming as the pleasure detonated in a million glittering bursts of light and heat. Kris devoured her orgasm, sucking every last quake from her body.

  She sensed him moving, then the blunt head of his cock, equally as big as Nick’s, demanded entrance. Her pussy eagerly accepted him.

  “Oh damn, baby,” Kris said, advancing slow and easy. “You’re so tight. Don’t you worry. We’re gonna work you out. This pretty pussy should never be neglected. Never be empty.”

  “Maybe we’ll keep you, beautiful,” Nick said. “Bound and filled. Always wet and aching.”

  Noelle swallowed hard, tasting Nick’s salty precum. Nick groaned and bent over her.

  “Fuck, your mouth is so good.”

  “She’s so wet,” Kris groaned. “Slick and hot.”

  They leaned over her, mouths capturing her nipples, and her senses overloaded. Bound so completely she could barely move, one cock in her mouth, one in her pussy. Mouths and hands demanding ever more response from her. Something inside her seemed to dissolve until her only concept of reality revolved around the two men using and pleasing her body.

  “You ready?” Kris asked.

  “More than,” Nick said.

  Kris found her clit with his thumb, circling the nub with maddening care, building the frenzy inside Noelle to a peak in seconds.

  “Let go, beautiful,” Nick said. “Fly with us.”

  Her orgasm crested as they touched, kissed, and filled her. With twin shouts, both men erupted, overflowing inside her. She plunged over the edge with them, swallowing Nick’s cum as Kris thrust one last time.

  “Whoa,” Nick said.

  “Agreed.”

  The men pulled away and collapsed on either side of her. After a few minutes focused on breathing, careful hands released her bonds. She groaned as her stretched body relaxed. Tight muscles savored the release. Gentle hands worked the tension out of her limbs. Nick picked her up, nuzzling her cheek as he carried her to a bedroom dominated by a ridiculously large bed.

  The room looked curiously unused.

  “This isn’t your room,” she said.

  Chapter Five

  Point to Noelle for observance.

  Nick said with a sleepy sigh, “We bought this bed for three. Didn’t have three until now.”

  He sank down with her still in his arms. Kris joined them with a damp washcloth and gently cleaned between Noelle’s legs. With a blush and a thank you, she accepted the touch. Nick turned her so she draped half over his chest, her cheek resting against his right pec. Kris spooned her from behind, laying an arm over her waist.

  “Is this okay?” Nick asked. Something about having Noelle sleeping between them felt so perfect. She just fit. He’d been mostly in the moment when he’d told her they might keep her. The moment had passed, but the desire lingered. Maybe they would keep her. Maybe they’d finally found the partner they’d craved.

  “Yes,” she sighed. “It’s good. This—is good.” She snuggled against him and fell asleep in seconds.

  “Guess we wore her out,” Kris said. He reached up and stroked her hair, his dark eyes revealing unspoken desires.

  “All I want for Christmas,” Nick whispered, his eyes locking on Kris’, “is here in this bed.”

  Careful not to wake Noelle, he caught Kris by the nape of the neck. Lips and tongues danced, kindling a slow burn.

  “Let’s climb one mountain at a time, okay?”

  “She’s perfect, Kris,” he said. “Like Santa took our wish list and made her for us.”

  “She still has to accept us. Not just as her lovers, but as each other’s.”

  “I know.” Nick sighed. “I know.”

  Only sexual satiation allowed him to fall asleep. He didn’t know how much time passed, but he woke alone. Noelle giggled from somewhere.

  “I feel like a limp noodle,” she said.

  He climbed from the bed and followed her voice. She stood buck naked in the bathroom, with Kristian brushing her snowy hair. She slowly stretched out her muscles as Kris worked.

  “You two okay?” he asked.

  “Nick!” She turned, yelping as the brush snagged. She shot him a sideways grin. “You’re awake. You snore like a freight train.”

  Kristian snorted a laugh as Nick blinked. He looked to Kris.

  “I do?”

  “Kinda, yeah.”

  “Seems like someone should have mentioned.” He dropped matching kisses on their cheeks, smirking when Kris went stiff as his dick. “Sorry if I woke you.”

  Noelle didn’t bat an eyelash at the affection. Still smiling, she clapped her hands on his cheeks and planted a smacking kiss on his lips.

  “I’m in a forgiving mood,” she said.

  He smiled, dark and wicked. His hands found her naked hips and dragged her hard against him. “Are you in the mood for getting, too?”

  “I—wait. What?”

  He hid a grin against her throat, kissing the column of soft ivory flesh.

  “I think we need a shower,” Nick said. “Bring some of the rope, Kris. Noelle won’t need her hands.”

  “I won’t?”

  “Nope.”

  He put his shoulder to her belly and upended her. Noelle shrieked, pounding a fist against Nick’s denim covered ass.

  “Put me down, you big lug,” she said.

  “As my lady commands.”

  Nick set her on her feet, laughing as she put her hands to her head. Kris caught her hands, positioning them behind her neck. He bound her forearms to her upper arms, then lashed the two sides together behind her. Tugging inch by inch, the ropes pulled her arms wide.

  “Oh, beautiful,” Nick said. “You are so wonderfully flexible.”

  ****

  It almost hurt. But more, it left her achingly vulnerable, and Nick watched her with wild eyes, amplifying her excitement. She tried to re
ach the knot with her hands, but he caught her by the throat, spinning her against the wall. Cold tile and hot male pressed in on her. He didn’t choke her, just held her, shocking her with the thrill she found in the threat.

  Kris started the shower, a huge, glassed in affair easily big enough to hold all three of them.

  She concentrated on breathing as Nick nipped her earlobe.

  “You’re gonna love this, beautiful.”

  They marched her into the shower like a prisoner of war, leaving her alone in the spray from opposing shower heads as they stripped. She caught her breath to finally see them naked.

  Bronze Kristian and fair-skinned Nicholas. So hard and masculine, from the carved outlines of their muscles to the heavy erections straining to join her.

  “You guys must work out a lot, huh?”

  They stepped in, Nick in front of her, Kris at her back, replacing the warmth of the water with their heat. Kris gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks just enough to nestle his cock between them. Nick closed the gap between them and rubbed his length along her slit, coaxing a thousand nerve endings to life.

  “I mean—you’re really strong and—” Nick’s biceps flexed as he gripped her waist and lifted her. “Oh, wow.”

  “Put your legs around me.”

  She complied immediately, feeling him tight and hard against her. She wanted to feel him inside her—just the thought had her pussy clenching. He’d impale her in this position, and she loved the idea. Nick held her easily, looking her in the eye.

  “Hold still,” he said. “We need to get you ready for this.”

  “What do you—oh!”

  Kristian’s fingers found her pussy and began to probe. Something slippery and cold covered his fingers, but it began to warm and tingle almost immediately.

  “What is it?” she gasped, squirming in Nick’s hold.

  “You like it, baby?” Kris said against her ear. He nipped the lobe. “Tell me how this feels.”

  Nick shifted and sank into her in one long, smooth stroke, ripping a groan of pure, hedonistic pleasure from her.

  “It’s so good, right baby?” Kris said. “But there’s more.”

  His fingers, coated with more of what must be some kind of lubricant circled her nipples. They peaked shamelessly, the same buzzing sensation making them ache to be touched, licked, sucked. Nick complied, taking one tight aureole in his mouth just as Kristian’s fingers found the tight bud of her anus. He swirled around, pressing but never quite entering. With a jolt, she realized what he intended. She knew if she didn’t protest, she’d end up taking both of them before she left the shower.

  Nick switched his attention to her other nipple and Kristian slipped one finger through the tight ring of muscle. She orgasmed with a startled scream, every muscle quaking as sensation rushed her.

  She dropped her head against Nick’s shoulder as Kris continued to finger and stretch her anus. It hurt as he pushed in, but felt so, so good as he slowly pulled out—like nothing she’d ever felt before. Nick stroked her back, igniting waves of easy pleasure as Kris repeated the same invasion, this time with two fingers, a searing, dizzying spiral of pain and pleasure dragging her under their spell again. Nick began to swivel his hips, his cock stroking deep in her pussy.

  “Here we go, baby,” Kris said.

  His cock replaced his fingers, feeling like a club in comparison. With gentle pressure he eased forward.

  “Relax, Noelle,” he said. “Let me in.”

  She tried, she really tried, but she’d never done this and didn’t know—and then the head of him slipped inside, igniting a firestorm of pleasure-pain. She wrenched at the bonds holding her arms.

  “We’ve got you, Noelle,” Nick said.

  He clamped an arm around Noelle, holding her hard against him. The position canted her ass out a bit, making it easier for Kris to ease his dick home. Helpless little sounds escaped her throat, seeming to drive both men wild. She could feel Kris’ cock pressing against Nick’s, separated by only a fine barrier of skin.

  “Breathe, Noelle,” someone said. She couldn’t tell which. “C’mon, baby—” Kris. Kris wanted her to do what? “Breathe.”

  She sucked in a huge breath.

  “That’s it.”

  Hands and mouths everywhere. Nothing had ever felt—then they moved and the world splintered.

  ****

  Noelle’s already tight pussy felt like a vise, squeezing Nick possessively. Kris brought his arms up under Noelle’s legs, gripping Nick’s hips and pulling him closer. Noelle let out a shivery scream.

  “Shit, damn, fuck,” Nick growled. “You’re our own personal sex goddess, beautiful. We’re gonna take such good care of you.”

  He grabbed the lube and spread the tingling flavor over Noelle’s lips. She gasped, her tongue flicking out to taste. Nick slanted his mouth over hers, claiming.

  “So damn good,” he said. “I could drink you forever.”

  He and Kris took up an alternating rhythm, sliding in and out of her. He relished Noelle around him and Kris tight against him. Noelle murmured something incoherent as they took her. His orgasm building, he paused to unite his movements with Kris.

  Noelle cried out as they filled her in unison. Kris growled a curse, his hard hands roaming, teasing her breasts before slipping down between her and Nick to prime her stiff little clit. She bucked in their arms.

  “Please,” she said. “I want to come.”

  Keeping their movements steady, Nick focused on Noelle’s rosy nipples, sucking one tight peak deep into his mouth, flicking his tongue hard across the sensitive tip. Noelle’s inner muscles clamped down on him. Kris let out a groan of pleasure and agony as Noelle’s head tipped back, her mouth dropped open in a soundless scream. She spasmed hard around them as she came, taking Nick and Kris by the dick and flinging them over the edge with her. Nick buried his shout of release, kissing Kris hard and fast.

  He didn’t know how, but he managed to stay standing, Noelle a limp weight in his arms.

  She lifted her head, blinking at them with dazed, sleepy eyes.

  “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” She smiled, a dreamy, sweet expression that curled around his heart and promised to stay forever. “Kiss me.”

  He leaned in, but she shook her head.

  “Both of you.” She made a kissing face. “Just like our bodies.”

  Chapter Six

  With heartfelt groans, Kris and Nick kissed her, a sweetly intimate moment that caught Kris by the heart. Trading looks, they eased from her body, taking turns washing and holding her up. She barely responded as they freed her arms and cleaned her, leaning heavily on Nick as Kris scrubbed her hair, with only contented, purring little sounds letting them know she remained awake.

  Kris massaged her scalp, listening to her humming sighs.

  Stay. The word stuck on the tip of his tongue.

  He’d never dared hope for more than a night, but damn if he couldn’t imagine the rest of his life like this. Nick, gently holding Noelle, running a lazy hand up and down her spine, was just as far gone.

  “Tip your head back, baby,” Kris said.

  She obeyed, letting him work the shampoo out of her hair. He brushed her ear, frowning at the odd feel. Moving her hair aside, he saw it came to a noticeable point at the top.

  “What’s this?” he asked, reminded of the sense of magic she seemed to project. And what had she said to Nick? Crazy humans? Jeez, he’d turned fanciful all of a sudden. They looked real enough, and perfect. Still it seemed more likely she had a genetic quirk that made her a shoo-in when it came to casting Vulcans and elves than being something other than human. “These are cute. You a faerie, Noelle?”

  She didn’t laugh, but she did come wide awake, stiffening between them.

  “Easy, baby,” he said. “I’m not complaining. I like them.”

  To prove it, he leaned down and ran his lips and teeth along the delicate point. She shuddered, her breath catching.

  “
You’re sensitive here,” he said. “Nick, get the other side.”

  “No, wait—ohhh,” she moaned as Nick complied.

  Loving the reaction, Kris continued the sensual assault, tongue rasping, teeth scraping, lips sucking. She melted into him, trembling, her climax catching them so off guard, she nearly fell before they caught her. He looked up to find Nick wearing a shocked expression likely a match of his.

  “That was unexpected,” Kris said.

  “You mean, hot.” Nick grinned, the demented horn dog. “Can we do it again? It’s so easy. Beautiful, you’re never gonna be safe around us now.”

  She put a firm hand against Nick’s chest.

  “We need to talk,” she said.

  “How to kill the mood in less than five words,” Nick grumbled.

  Kris knew he said it in self-defense. No other words in the female arsenal struck quite the same combination of dread and uncertainty.

  Noelle didn’t look angry, though. She looked scared.

  “What is it, baby?” he asked.

  “Look, I know I’m the third wheel here and you two are lovers—and could we get out of here please?”

  Kristian winced as he handed her a towel and opened the shower.

  “It’s okay,” she hurried to say as she exited the bathroom. “I don’t mind. I hope you know.”

  “There’s a world-class but in there,” Nick said.

  She touched her left ear. “These aren’t a defect,” she said. “The truth sounds crazy, I’m sure.”

  “Don’t think you’re leaving until you talk.” Kris fairly growled the words. “We’ll happily tie you down until you confess. And you will love every second of it, I promise.”

  ****

  She refused to speak until she’d dressed. No way would she be naked for this conversation. The glamour must have slipped during some round of mind blowing orgasmic sex, and now she had no choice but to explain. She’d hoped for a night of bliss and companionship, but she’d have to settle for the bliss.