Three Men and a Woman: Delilah (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  “Cunt. Now.”

  Still, Ben had one nipple in his mouth, pulling hard, and his fingers worked magic on her clit. Austin grasped her other nipple, pinching sharp shocks of pleasure into her. It was a powerful thrill, having these two men stimulate her while a third watched so intently. But at those blunt words, they paused and looked at Lincoln, too.

  It enticed them all.

  A triple fuck.

  Those three huge, hard cocks all penetrating her, fucking her. Finding release in her body.

  Delilah moaned, a surrendering, needy sound. Of its own accord, her body arched, presenting her pussy to Linc, an offering, an instinctive submission.

  Lincoln’s cock pulsed and his nostrils flared as though he was scenting her. As though it was his due, the she-wolf appeasing her alpha. Giving obeisance.

  Ben milked her clit one more time, a hard, possessive pull meant to leave his imprint. “Go,” he said.

  Lincoln was right. It had been so long. His gaze on her was fierce, needy. She could see the lift of his chest with his harsh breaths.

  And that cock, throbbing with each heartbeat. Calling her. Demanding her.

  She’d first learned it from him, this unexpected depth of sexual desire. It had been with him that she’d first reveled in sweet submission to sexual dominance.

  She stepped forward and put one knee beside Linc’s leg. Ben and Austin were with her, supporting her, and then lowering her onto Linc’s cock. They murmured hot words to her, encouraging her, glorying in her.

  They let her down slowly, so she felt every inch as Linc filled her, as she stretched around him.

  She groaned in blessed relief, the ecstasy of having him again nearly overwhelming.

  The same sort of sound came from his throat. He grasped her hips, settling her further on his cock so she was impaled, completely filled, taken. His eyes flashed fire, and he let out a feral growl. “So fucking beautiful. Lilah.” He moved his hands to her breasts, covering them, palming them hard and then rolling her nipples.

  “Lincoln.” She was almost coming already. He had her so full, so stretched and stimulated, and then driven crazy by the way he tortured her breasts.

  “Fuck her ass,” Linc growled. “One of you. Do it.”

  Delilah whimpered, her body writhing already with pleasure. Could she do it? Could she let all three of them fill her, take her? But, oh, how she wanted it.

  Linc spread her knees wider, and she knew she was open, totally exposed. One of them, she didn’t even know who, crouched behind her.

  She felt the tube of lube press into her ass. She’d seen it there on the table—a provocative portent of what was to come. It was left to hover there now, a hard presence just inside her anus.

  She waited in helpless surrender until it came—the cold jolt of lube an abrupt, base intrusion. Then fingers pressed into her, reaming and stretching, and she knew it was Ben. Because Austin was there, beside the chair, his hard cock thrusting toward her. He took her head and turned her up to face him, his expression hard, urgent.

  “Fuck her, Ben. Let him have you, Deej. Let him fuck your ass.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” Ben’s cock pressed into her, and she moaned in protest. It was too much, impossible, with Linc’s cock already filling her pussy.

  “No,” she murmured, panicky. “Wait.”

  Austin kissed her hard. “Yes, baby. Now. You can take it. They’re not going to fuck you yet. Just let Ben in. Go ahead, man.”

  He held her head hard, keeping her face close to his. He anchored her there, his eyes hot and steadying. Loving her, as his best friend pushed his cock up her ass.

  “Ohh.” She crooned, an edgy near-shriek, with the overstimulation of it.

  She’d had each of them up her ass before, had bowed to that gritty, earthy taking, that bit of dominant mastering. Had found wicked pleasure in it, even. But this was something different. Two cocks filling her, stretching her to her limit. The three of them there, each of them loving her, wanting and needing her. Determined to penetrate, to fuck her.

  She shuddered through that long taking, Ben’s cock forging through, making way for itself when she was already so distended. Already fucked full. Linc groaned, and she knew he felt it too—through her, the stimulation of another cock taking her.

  All three of them were breathing hard, little grunts of exquisite, primal pleasure. Austin’s eyes glowed. He gave a wicked smile and cupped her head. “More, baby.”

  He put his cock to her lips. Lincoln tugged hard on her nipples, and Ben had slipped his hand around to work her clit.

  Delilah groaned and opened her mouth. He was there, then, Austin, pushing into her mouth, giving little pumps until he was moist and slippery. His passion rose quickly. She could hear the heat of it, the harsh breaths and earthy words he used. He loved it, having her mouth while his buddies filled her, ass and pussy. Sharing the woman he loved. Having all three of them use her body, find their pleasure in her.

  He took a couple deep strokes, forcing his way down her throat. Then he came out, letting her catch her breath in urgent gasps.

  “Go ahead,” he said. “Fuck her. Hurry it the hell up.”

  He pumped into her again, cursing. “Fuck, Deej. I’m going to fucking come.” Then they were all at it. Linc started thrusting up into her, hard enough that she was lifted. Each time she settled she came down harder on that cock in her ass. Ben groaned and took advantage, timing his own plunges so she was filled, hard, with each of them at the same time. He rubbed her clit, wet with her own juices, driving her pitilessly higher. Linc worked her tits, little slaps, hard stinging flicks, and then pinches to her nipples.

  Delilah was beyond words, rocking and bucking with visceral groans. But each of the guys was vocal, urging her on, praising her, celebrating this incredible four-way fuck.

  “Your ass, Lilee. You’re so fucking good. Fuck, fuck.”

  “So goddam tight, Lilah. I fucking love your cunt. You’re so fucking hot.”

  “Now, D.J. Pretty girl. Take me now.”

  That was it. Delilah was crazed with it. Every part of her was stimulated beyond what could be tolerated. The thrusts of those hard cocks, three of them, sharing her body. Her lovers’ hands, everywhere they could give pleasure, driving her to oblivion.

  She moaned and cried, every breath a plea for mercy. Then not mercy, but more, more. Austin started it. He forced two hard thrusts down her throat then pulled back. Roaring, he wallowed in his orgasm, coming out of her mouth and using his own fist. His cum splashed onto her face, into her mouth as she started to scream out her own bliss. Wrecked, she was tossed about as Ben and Lincoln flailed into her, riding their own orgies of climax.

  Wild howls joined her screams. They all spasmed, body and breath seizing with the staggering, unbelievable thrill of it. Driven to her last shuddering tremor, Delilah collapsed. She fell onto Lincoln, her body rocking with his harsh breaths, and even that motion was too much. It caused a little burn where Ben still filled her ass, and she whimpered until he gently slid out. He leaned over her, his head dropping hard onto her lower back. Austin had his hand in her hair, her face turned to him, their foreheads touching as he knelt beside her.

  “Jesus.”

  “Motherfuck.”

  “Holy hell.”

  She wasn’t sure who said what, but she felt Lincoln snort. Then she could feel Ben’s chuckle against her spine and see Austin’s wicked grin. She lifted gingerly, separating from Linc and then settled, cuddling into him.

  “Delilah Owens,” he said, gently lifting her face to his. “You’re one hell of a woman.” He kissed her softly, then held her gaze. “I’ve missed you. I’m so glad you’re back.”

  Ben had taken her hand and drawn her fingers to his mouth. “Me, too, sweetheart. Walking away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

  She tugged their entwined hands close enough to kiss his fingers briefly. “Yeah, well, we’re not done talking about what a bunch of idiots you all are.”
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  They all three lifted their heads and exchanged looks. Austin stood and looked down at her, letting her see his cock twitch. It lengthened, and he began to stroke it. “Time for some diversionary tactics, guys.”

  He held out a hand. “Come on, pretty girl. You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

  * * * *

  They weren’t. Not then, and not for hours later.

  Austin carried her to Linc’s bed. He laid her down and brought his hard cock into her pussy all in one motion. He petted her and kissed her and fucked her to orgasm.

  It should have been simple, ordinary. But it wasn’t.

  Linc came along and watched, his hard body naked, his cock thrust out, caressed by his own hand. Ben came too, after an obvious hygiene trip to the bathroom, and stood on the other side of the bed. He watched, also, his cock coming to life as well.

  And so simple and ordinary became wickedly erotic. Having the essential privacy of that sexual act—Austin’s loving gaze baring her soul, his every touch representing an intimate exchange of pleasure, his words treasuring her—viewed, witnessed by others, was incredibly stimulating. But more, it was binding.

  To lay herself open for it, to let two men watch as a third fucked her to glory, was soul shattering. When it was done, she was theirs, bound by them, a union formed by this shared wonder.

  She thought they were aware of it. Certainly, Austin held her sweetly as they rode their orgasms together and kissed her gently when it was over. He whispered words of love at her ear and let his eyes reveal his feelings.

  “Aussie,” she murmured, stroking his face, happy to wallow in the lovely moment.

  But they were guys, and two of them had rampant boners in their hands. So, whatever the emotional power of the occasion, they led with their cocks.

  Austin met her gaze and grinned, having felt the none too subtle nudge of Ben at his side. He kissed her once more and lifted off, rolling over to settle at her head.

  Then Ben was there, one hand on her tit and his cock prodding into her cunt. “Lilee?” he asked, drawing her attention. Like a hard dick poking into her pussy wouldn’t have done that.

  She looked at him, shuddering as he intently rolled her nipple between thumb and finger. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, Ben. I want you.”

  It was true. She might have just had that moving, taking fuck by Austin. But still, she wanted this, too. Wanted Ben.

  His eyes flared in satisfaction. They watched each other as he pushed in, filling her. He thrust a couple times, making her his. Then he paused. “Linc, too.”

  She knew what he was saying. He wanted Linc to have her ass. Double penetration. How could she say no? Why would she? She had three men who loved her. They loved her body, wanted to fuck her. And she wanted it, too. So far, there was no end to what she wanted.

  “Yes,” she said again. “Linc, too.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” That was Linc’s opinion.

  Gripping her, Ben rolled. He kept her penetrated as he brought her on top. Spreading his thighs, he bent her knees and placed them alongside his hips. She was open then, vulnerable.

  What happened next was exactly what she expected. She felt the mattress compress as Linc moved behind her. He palmed her ass, rolling her cheeks to open her. Then there was lube, the cold shock of it causing a shudder.

  She squealed a little. He liked that, her reaction to that little harbinger of what was to come.

  “You’re going to take it, baby, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she panted out, shrieking again as he plunged his fingers in.

  “You want me to fuck your ass.”

  “Yes, I do. I do.”

  “Good girl.”

  He did it then, shoved the head of his cock up her ass. Not gently, not finessing his way. But suddenly, brutally filling her.

  She cried out, but his groan was just as loud, just as revealing. “Fuck. Christ.”

  He leaned over her and gripped her hair. “Up, baby. My little fuck-bitch. Come up.” He tugged, and Ben helped lift her until she was nearly upright.

  She wailed again. The motion brought her down hard on both cocks. She was impossibly stretched, unbearably full. Her breath hitched, and she made desperate, instinctive motions to escape.

  “Take it.” Linc secured her with his hands on her hips and shoved mercilessly into her. “You want it. Take it.”

  “Ohh. No. Yes. Ohh.”

  Ben had both breasts now, palming her and then strumming her nipples. She panted out a few breaths, and what had seemed impossible now just seemed wildly erotic. She was so wickedly full, so distended.

  Linc caught at her, bringing her around so he had her mouth. He thrust his tongue into her, groaning and voraciously taking her.

  He let her go and started fucking her. She fell forward, bracing herself on Ben’s shoulders, still supported by his hands at her breasts.

  Then Austin was there, lifting up to have her mouth, encouraging and reassuring her as both Ben and Linc fucked her.

  She was still near panic. “Austin. Aussie. Help me.”

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. Let go, pretty girl.”

  He came up further and held her head against his chest. Then he reached down to finger her clit.

  “No.”

  “Yes, baby.”

  Yes. He was right. She had her weight on her knees now, and Ben arched, lifting up off the bed to fuck into her, thrusting her up with each stroke. And Linc, behind her, holding her hips, slammed into her ass, over and over.

  “Ahhh.” It was a complaint, a wail, and then a song.

  They drove her, higher and higher, until she screamed with it. Until her body thrashed, plunging herself onto them, grinding, begging for more of those cocks. She shivered, shuddered, and finally spasmed in glorious orgasm.

  Until they, too, began to come. It was chaos then, a kaleidoscope experience of penetration and acceptance, being fucked and letting go.

  They all cried out with it, hoarse growls in the throes of ecstasy. Even Austin groaned as he held her, her one link to sanity as his friends fucked hard orgasms into her. She was overcome with it as they ended, those last thrusts delivering hot jets of cum deep inside her. She felt taken, erased, a vessel to their passion.

  Somehow, Austin extracted her from the dwindling jerks and twitches of their lust. He pulled her to the far side of the bed and curled himself around her in solemn comfort. She heard the muttered complaints of Ben and Linc as they, too, collapsed in exhaustion, Linc rolling over to find his own space.

  Austin held her, gentle strokes that soothed her as she calmed. She relaxed into a lovely, seductive peace. After long moments of it he lightly brushed her breasts. Then his hand settled on her mound. Over time, it became apparent there was no accident in that. He started cautiously diddling her.

  She moaned, unsure herself if it was complaint or request.

  “I haven’t had your ass yet,” he said, as though he were mentioning a failing on her part.

  “Pussy,” Linc said, like calling shotgun.

  “Baby.” That was Ben. “I know what you can do with your mouth.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Lilah!” Lincoln rudely shoved the door open, searching.

  Ben rolled over in the bed he’d taken, one of the spare rooms, his eyes blinking against daylight. “What?”

  “Where the fuck is she?”

  “You had her last. What, did you lose her? What did you do, Linc?”

  Lincoln hadn’t done anything. Had he? He’d woken Austin—Aussie—that was a good one—in the same crude way. She hadn’t been in that bed, either.

  He’d gone to sleep with her in his arms.

  They’d all four collapsed in his bed after a third full round of wild fucking. Man, that was a trip, getting off while his friends did, too, all three of them making Delilah freaking fly. Ben had roused them after a while, suggesting they ought to feed their girl.

  That had seemed fair—she’d earned a damn meal. So they’d had a
great time out on the deck, grilling and sharing a couple bottles of wine.

  They’d all acted a bit tentative at first, maybe a little awkward with each other. He imagined Lilah was feeling, well, lots of stuff. Tender, no doubt—she was one well-fucked woman. An over-the-top fucked woman. And tender in her feelings, probably, too. She wasn’t a woman who was obvious or blatant about her sexuality. Considering this, a ménage, he knew was the word for it, had to be a concern for her.

  He figured it would be a concern for even a wild party girl, and Delilah certainly wasn’t that.

  They had a lot to work out if they were going to go with it, that was for sure.

  And it had to be something for Austin and Ben, as it was for him. They were all sexual guys, but he had to guess that they, just like he, had never considered that they’d find incredible pleasure in sharing a woman.

  Not that they’d have thought to say no to it. They might have all experimented with a little two-on-one or one-on-two at some point. But he assumed that they, like he, would have never anticipated the freaking blast it was to be a part of the three of them fucking Delilah blind. It wasn’t just cool. It was freaking mind-blowing, wildly hot.

  Not just that they fucked her together, but that she was theirs. Belonging to the three of them.

  He guessed it shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was.

  He loved Ben and Austin. They were great men and the best friends he’d ever had or expected to have.

  He loved Delilah. She was bright and sweet and competent and lovely. The fact that she was a fucking tigress in the sack went without saying and was obviously a critical component in the whole dynamic, but really, kind of beside the point.

  He loved them. He loved her.

  Why wouldn’t his friends love her, too?

  And if she loved one of them, why wouldn’t she love all of them? It all made sense in a way he’d never thought of before.

  He realized that it was maybe more a part of human nature than he’d considered up until now. When he thought about it, he could recall a dozen examples from his high school and college years. Two or three buddies, one of them got a girlfriend, and then they’d be all hanging out together. And the same, occasionally, with a woman who took her boyfriend into the circle of her friends.