by Jayne Rylon
Spread out in front of her, Tyler had reached into his fly and extracted his cock. As she watched, he stroked it with long pulls while his other hand cupped his balls.
“You two look amazing together,” he rasped.
Mason pivoted again, setting her down on the mattress. She crawled between Ty’s splayed knees and tucked her fingers in his waistband. With several tugs, she peeled the faded denim from his lanky form as the hair of his legs teased her knuckles.
As soon as he’d kicked free from the confining fabric, he dropped his cock against his taut abs and tugged her over him like a blanket. He undulated beneath her, gliding his erection over the silky nightgown between them until it grew damp with his precum. As he rocked against her, he clasped her hips to keep her in position. The grip caused the garment to ride up, exposing her ass and the tiny matching lace thong tucked between her cheeks. When he had her where he wanted her, he teased her lips with gentle but relentless kisses.
The quiet thwap of shed clothing hitting the floor cut through the sensual haze in her mind.
Mason moaned, “You have a great ass.”
Then his thumbs traced the valley between the globes along the sliver of material providing her only protection from his searing gaze. She jerked when he stimulated her sensitive skin. “Ohmygod.”
Tyler chuckled against the side of her neck. “I’m going to love corrupting you, babe.”
Mason’s hands cupped her shoulders, lifting her torso from the heated slab of muscles pillowing her. He gathered the edge of her gown in his hand then drew it off. She turned her face to the side until she could nuzzle the place where his cock tented his boxer briefs. When she dragged her open mouth over the bulge, it jerked beneath her lips.
On a groan, his hands reached forward to cup her breasts. He played with them—squeezing and caressing—until she ground her crotch against Ty’s shaft, still nestled below her soaked underwear. Mason placed one palm flat between her shoulder blades and forced her forward. He guided her toward Tyler.
“I want to see you suck her tits.” The request came out more like a demand. “Show me what she likes.”
He molded her breast upward, feeding her nipple into Ty’s seeking mouth as the other man ducked his head. When his suckling sent shocks of electricity up her spine, his hands directed her hips in concentrated swirls. Mason encircled her throat with light pressure from his fingers then tipped her head back so he could monitor her expression.
“Mmm, yes, doll. You like that.” His thumb tickled her cheek. “Let’s try it a little harder and see if that’s better for you, okay?”
She moaned in response to his rhetorical question when Ty followed his lead, pulling the tip of her breast into his mouth. Her spine arched to the limit of her flexibility as she fought to make him take her nipple deeper.
The sensation combined with the blunt pressure of his cock bumping her clit as she humped him until she came precariously close to tumbling over the edge of ecstasy into orgasm.
“Enough.” Mason tugged her away, her nipple leaving Ty’s mouth with a slurp. “I don’t want you to come yet. Not until I tell you, do you understand?”
She struggled to catch her breath, never mind answer him. In response to her silence, Mason covered her back and slid them to the other side of the bed. Pinned beneath his solid weight, she fought instinctive panic for a moment. As soon as it hit her, Ty appeared beside her, his face even with hers against the mattress. The pressure on her shoulders didn’t shift but she no longer felt alone.
“Look into my eyes, little one.” Desire electrified the green until they burned like lasers. “He’s not going to hurt you. This is Mason. But he’s dominant through and through. When he asks you a question, you’ll need to answer him or he goes a little caveman.”
Tyler took her fingers where they rested against the sheet and nibbled the tips. All the while, Mason kept her still, letting her adjust to his presence. The rough, uneven cadence of his breathing billowed her hair as his cock throbbed against her ass and lower back in time to his racing heartbeat.
“Still okay?” Ty sucked on her finger as he waited for her to confirm.
Lacey nodded, the motion rubbing her hair against Mason’s chest, communicating her assent to both men. In a flash, Mason dropped lower, testing her. Instead of fighting, she went still. She absorbed his heat and the security of being held so close by someone she trusted.
“Very good, doll.” His approval heightened her pleasure. “Now, let’s try this again. I want you to tell us when you’re about to get off. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She wasn’t being facetious. The appellation slipped from her lips natural as could be.
Mason’s response was instantaneous. He kept her tucked against his chest when he rolled to his back then situated himself so he sat with his shoulders braced against the headboard. Lacey reclined in his lap with her shoulders cradled on his chest. One of his arms rested just below her breasts while the other hand wandered over her tummy to her mound. When his fingers encountered the drenched lace, teasing the engorged flesh below it, she cried out but instincts urged her to let them have their way.
“Ty, get rid of those panties so we can show her how we reward good girls.”
Tyler’s fingers skimmed her hips, tucking under the bands at the side of her thong. She lifted her ass to give him room to ease the material along her thighs. Bare to their perusal, she shifted self-consciously.
Mason’s cock jerked in the cushion of her ass. It glided through the combination of their clean sweat and his slippery arousal. He tweaked her nipple, adding to her sweet torture. “Stay still.”
Then, in one motion, he tucked his knees between hers, spread his thighs wide and propped his feet on the mattress so his knees bent, pinning her legs in the valley made by his thighs and torso. At the foot of the bed, Ty moaned as he enjoyed the view from his perfect perspective.
With his lower hand, Mason toyed with her exposed pussy. He ran his fingers along the ridges of her slit until he teased her clit with the very tip of one digit. In her ear, he whispered, “Look at how much Tyler wants to taste you. Do you see how hard his cock is?”
She whimpered, the only response she could force past the longing choking her.
“Should we let him play?”
Ty observed their exchange from his position, unmoving. He had surrendered control to Mason as surely as she had. The knowledge caused her pussy to spasm, pushing more of her arousal onto her exposed vulva and Mason’s fingers.
“Hmmm… I think so, too.”
She nearly cried in relief.
“I want to watch him eat your pretty pussy. Get over here, Tyler.”
Lacey tracked the captivating progress he made as he lunged between their entangled limbs. For a moment, it looked as though he intended to lick her honey from Mason’s glistening fingers but her captor removed them at the last second. Instead, Ty’s amazing tongue flicked over her labia in the spot Mason’s hand had rested moments before.
A decadent vision of Ty servicing Mason overran her imagination. The proximity of his mouth to the other man’s straining cock and tight sac only encouraged her fantasy.
An intense wave of desire wracked her body with shudders. Ty groaned and ingested the new evidence of her pleasure. Together, she and Mason watched as Ty lapped every last drop from her rosy skin. He twirled his tongue around her clit until his chin and lips turned glossy.
“I want to know what you taste like.” Mason’s chest heaved, puffing out her breasts. The tension in his muscles kept them tight enough to shatter beneath her. She started to move in order to facilitate his wish to switch places with Ty but quickly realized he had other plans.
“I told you to stay still.” This time the pinch on her nipple came harder.
Lacey cried out. Pleasure, not pain, caused her reaction.
“Kiss her, Ty.” The bed shook as her dark-haired lover rose gracefully to his knees. His hard-on nudged her breasts before he hunche
d over to infuse her mouth with the scent and taste of her passion. The strokes of his tongue on hers incited a riot of need. She felt empty and abandoned. She needed someone buried inside her. Soon.
“Enough.”
Tyler braced his palms on the wall above their heads as he panted, catching his breath after their profound kiss.
“Now, is there something you want to tell me, doll?” His tone dared her to ask for what she needed.
“Please, Mason. I’m close. I need you to fuck me.” Desire obliterated her inhibitions, allowing her to beg.
“Shit, yes.” With one hand he struggled to shove his underwear low enough to free his cock. When he fought to pull the fabric over the huge bulge prohibiting their descent, Tyler bent to assist him but Mason ripped the seams of his boxer briefs before his friend could reach them.
His cock bounced against her pussy and she screamed for him. “Please!”
“First, I want to taste you. Or have you forgotten my wishes so soon?”
Suddenly, Lacey knew exactly what he intended. She arched her neck until their mouths joined. He groaned and bit her lip before sucking hard on her tongue. After securing her submission, he presented her with his cock. His hand guided the thick shaft into place while he continued to ingest her flavor.
With a shift of his hips, the head notched into her pussy. Consistent with their builds, he seemed much thicker than Tyler if not quite as long. Though he thrust his hips in a shallow arc, his cock got stuck just inside her channel.
He broke the contact of their mouths long enough to growl. “Doll, you’re so fucking tight.”
Ty sank from his position to kneel in the V of their thighs. He wrapped his hands over her hips, lifting her a fraction of an inch before impaling her once more on Mason’s erection. When he made only slight progress, he groaned and dipped his head. He resumed his oral exploration of her clit, sucking and nibbling gently until the additional secretions, and gravity, coaxed more of Mason’s cock to slide inside her.
She cried out as the intrusion stretched the walls of her pussy, inspiring delicious sensations tinged with pain. Beneath her, Mason groaned when the motions of Ty’s chin tortured him in turn. Though she felt his muscles quivering beneath her, he caved in to instinct and thrust his hips just as her grip relaxed slightly, burying himself to the hilt.
All three of them froze.
Lacey panted into Mason’s mouth. Unable to tell him how close she hovered to orgasm, she searched blindly for his hand, his leg, anything to signal her impending ecstasy. He broke their kiss and instructed, “Hold on, doll. I want us all to come together. Ty, get up here. Tits or mouth, your choice.”
Lost in sensation, she didn’t have time to consider his meaning until Tyler stood in front of her once more. “I want to come on your chest, little one. Will you let me?”
Mason began to thrust inside her, stroking all the right places when Tyler’s intent sank in. She cupped her breasts in her hands, squashing them together until they created a luscious pillow for his cock.
“Holy shit. Mason, I’m not going to last.” Ty called out his warning as he fit the dripping head of his hard-on into her cleavage. All the while, Mason held her hips still as he thrust into her faster and harder from below. The motion of his strokes pressed on a sweet spot with every entry.
Though passion threatened to close her eyelids, she fought to keep them open and watch as the purple head of Ty’s cock poked from between her breasts. She couldn’t draw breath into her lungs fast enough. Every muscle in her body went taut as it prepared for release.
“Mason! Ty! Please, make me come. Please.”
Her begging alone threw Tyler over the edge. She observed another pump of precum squirt from his cock and drape on her breast, accompanied by a roar that signaled his imminent orgasm.
“Yes. Yes, Lacey. Come for us. Come on me,” Mason shouted as his fingers tightened around her hips. He drove inside her once, twice more and then the world tipped into slow motion. Ty pulled from her cleavage to pump strands of pearly liquid from his cock. They dangled off her nipples like lewd jewelry.
The sight caused her muscles to cramp around Mason’s rock-hard shaft, initiating both of their explosive reactions. Together, they came apart. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy squeezed her pussy around Mason, milking the come from his cock. He overflowed her until they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, replete.
She made no pretense of moving. Any attempt would be futile. Instead, she allowed the men to adjust themselves to keep from crushing someone or being crushed in return. Then they lay breathing hard as the rest of the world came back into existence by gradual measures.
Content to wallow in utter relaxation for the first time, maybe ever, she nuzzled into Tyler’s hairless chest while drawing lazy circles on the back of Mason’s hand where it cupped her hip. Although she knew they’d claimed her, an odd possessiveness stole over her. Without questioning the impulse, she nipped Ty’s pectoral hard enough to leave a mark.
He yelped then asked, in a groggy voice, “Did you just bite me?”
“Uh huh.” She made it up to him by licking the small hurt with a few soothing laps.
Mason chuckled into her hair, not caring enough to lift his head. “Feisty. I like it. You’re more than I ever could have imagined, doll. And, believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot.”
Remembering how he’d filled her, she shot, “Right back at you. You’re downright…hefty.”
Now it was Ty’s turn to laugh. “Isn’t that the truth?”
Mason propped one elbow under him then laid his head in his hand while he took stock of the various signs of their loving. When he saw the bright red marks on her hips, he frowned. With one finger, he traced the outline of his hands where they’d clenched her with bruising force.
He tensed along her flank. “Did I hurt you, Lacey?”
“Not enough to dissuade me from coming back for more.” She rolled over and met his worried gaze head on before giving him a quick, smacking kiss. She knew the time hadn’t yet come to confess how she truly felt so she kept things light. “I loved every second. Now, will you please hold me so I can sleep for a few hours? I talked Dr. Joy into taking me back at the hospital right away as long as I stay put, manning the nurse’s station, for the remainder of the hiatus.”
“I’ve got you, doll.” Mason tucked her against his side.
Ty patted her ass. “Sweet dreams, little one.”
10
By the time Lacey parked her hand-me-down Civic in the hospital’s employee parking lot late the next afternoon she could have yanked her hair out. Between Mason and Tyler they’d almost managed to drive her insane in less than twenty-four hours. If she’d thought they acted overprotective before, they’d redefined the concept for her this morning.
Before she could get up and make a pot of coffee, they’d snuck down the stairs like Rambo or maybe a pair of overgrown ninjas on the prowl. When—as she’d assured them prior to the theatrics—they’d discovered nothing had gone awry while they slept, they then started in on making her eat a healthy breakfast.
They’d outright refused to listen to how much she despised having eggs at lunchtime on her skewed, late night schedule and proceeded to make her fork an omelet past her gag reflex before they cleared her to take a shower.
In her own damn house.
She’d had to put her foot down when they tried to insist on chauffeuring her to St. Ann’s. Enough was enough, already. At least they’d listened to reason when she admitted she’d rather they spend their time figuring out who had jacked up her computer.
Lacey grabbed her oversized, quilted bag containing her scrubs off the passenger seat. She began the hike, through the crisp afternoon air, to the massive concrete building she spent a good portion of her time in. The bustling line of cars and ambulances pulling under the portico brought some semblance of normalcy back to her life as she faced the truth.
The rest of the world continued on as it always had, no m
atter how much had changed in her microcosm this week. Somehow, that made it all a tiny bit easier to bear.
Though glad to be back to work, she also dreaded the sympathetic looks and infinite retellings she’d have to endure from well-meaning friends and coworkers. At least she could spend some of the forced downtime helping people at the notoriously short-staffed nurse’s station.
Taking one last deep breath, she stepped into the automatic revolving door that swept her into the hospital each day. She darted through the little used stairwell, up the three flights to the general ward she’d be assisting.
The route took her past a row of administration offices. She paused by one to read the brass nameplate, Dr. Joy Roach. Before she could change her mind, she knocked three times in quick succession on the cherry finish.
“Come in!” The distinctive melody of the Caribbean sang through the occupant’s accent.
“Hey, Dr. Joy.” She didn’t have to fake the smile that crossed her face when she saw the attractive woman behind the desk. Dr. Joy treated all the nurses like her own children.
“Lacey.” The standard mega-watt grin she sported dimmed a notch or two as she rounded the sitting area and put out her arms. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. You don’t have to say anything, just let me hug you for a second.”
“Thanks.” Lacey blinked back the tears she’d tried to convince herself she wouldn’t shed today.
“Are you sure you’re ready to come back, even on the desk?”
“Yeah, I’m going crazy at home.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn you away. Theresa is on vacation, Angel’s got the flu and Sandie has a new grandbaby she wants to take off to play with for a few days.” Dr. Joy tucked a strand of hair behind Lacey’s ear before patting her cheek. “Go ahead, get to it. If you need anything or decide to make it a short day you just let someone know before you skip out. No need to overdo it.”
“Really, thank you.” With nothing left to say, she accepted the other woman’s gracious nod and slipped out of the office.