by Chandra Ryan
“But I need to feel you. Run my fingers along your stiff cock. Lick the pre-come off the head.”
“Damn, woman. Are you trying to kill me?”
She startled as she realized she’d said the words out loud. But her surprise only lasted a moment. As soon as Ben undid the button on her slacks she was thrown back into the tempest of her desire. He slid the zipper down slowly, his fingers teasing her skin as his hand moved with the fastener. “Maybe we could convince her to go without underwear altogether.” He slid a fingertip under the band of her panties and her pussy clenched with anticipation and need.
She opened her eyes and smiled brazenly up at him. “I will if you do.” Fine. If Dixie refused to allow her to play, she’d happily focus her attention on Ben. “What are you wearing under your cargos?”
He chuckled but brushed her hands away when she went to unbutton his pants. “Relax and enjoy.”
“I would enjoy this a lot more if you guys would let me play.” Her voice sounded petulant but that’s how she felt so it worked. At least, it worked for her.
“Are you pouting?” Ben asked as he pushed her pants and underwear down over her hips. He then looked up over her shoulder at Dixie. “I think she’s pouting.” He knelt down in front of her so he could finish taking her clothes off.
“I think you’re right.” Dixie cupped her breast as he kissed her neck. “Don’t let her get to you, though. She’s hoping if she whines enough we’ll put something in that delectable mouth of hers to keep her quiet.”
Her jaw dropped as she realized what was going on. “You two are ganging up on me.”
Ben looked up at her and winked. “She makes that sound like a bad thing.” He kissed her thigh as Dixie nibbled on her shoulder and kneaded her breast. Dixie’s other hand slid down her back until he reached her ass. His gentle squeeze of her backside made her gasp and her head swim. She couldn’t deal with so many hands and mouths caressing her body at the same time. The sensations overwhelmed her and her knees buckled. It would’ve been a disaster had Dixie not been there to catch her weight. Instead he simply transferred her to the stool she used to give the boys their sponge baths.
Once she was settled on the seat, Dixie grabbed a sudsy washcloth out of the sink and handed it to Ben before grabbing another for himself. “We thought it was high time someone gave you a proper sponge bath.”
How could she argue with that? Especially when Dixie ran his warm cloth down her back as Ben ran his over her upper thigh. Every inch of her body tingled. The water was warm as the cloth glided over her but as they moved on to the next inch of skin, the water cooled until even the lightest draft in the room caused her overly sensitive skin to break out in goose bumps. The sensation intensified her need until she had to close her eyes and grip onto the edge of the stool to keep from jumping onto Ben’s lap and insisting he take her now.
It turned out that closing her eyes had been a miscalculation, however. With them shut, she couldn’t anticipate what was about to happen. And she really could’ve used the warning when Ben ran his tongue through the lips of her pussy. The shock nearly made her topple off the stool. Thankfully, with Dixie supporting her back, she managed to stay upright. She moaned softly as she spread her legs even wider for him. Dixie allowed her to lean back against his chest as he dragged his washcloth over her breast.
The men’s caresses and kisses combined with the slightly rough texture of the washcloths until every inch of her body heated with desire. She ran her hand up Dixie’s leg until she could cup his ass. Damn, the man had a nice ass. But it didn’t appear that Ben appreciated the extra attention she’d given Dixie as he chose that moment to decide to step up his game. A choppy whimper escaped her as Ben pressed his tongue to her clit.
“Oh god.” Her words were strained and her heart beat frantically but she embraced the intense sensations. Moving one hand to Ben’s head, she wove her fingers through his short hair and began dragging her nails along his scalp in encouragement. Not one to be outdone, Dixie put his washcloth back into the sink and then began massaging her breasts. His calluses might have been sensuous when sliding over her sides but they became downright wicked when rolling and pulling on her nipples. Her climax built within her, making her muscles strain and her breath hitch in her throat. But the men wouldn’t let her crest. They kept their caresses and touches firm enough to keep her on the edge but too gentle to push her over. “You are evil, evil men. Playing with me like this.”
Ben stood and looked over at Dixie. “What do you say, Dixie? Should we show her just how good evil feels when done correctly?”
She couldn’t see Dixie’s face but she felt his full-bodied laughter as he shook against her. “Sounds good to me.”
Before she knew what to expect she found herself hoisted over Ben’s shoulder, her bare ass waving in the air, as he carried her back into their bedroom. She had to bite her tongue to keep from shrieking at the sudden change in perspective. As much as she wanted to yell, the wall that separated their room from Nate’s was thin and she really needed Nate to stay asleep right now. Things had just gone from torturous to enticing.
The bed bounced invitingly as she landed on her back on top of the covers. “So you admit you’re evil?” She couldn’t stop her giggle as she asked the question.
“We’re beyond salvation, sweetheart,” Ben said with a wink.
“That’s good to hear. I was starting to worry this might be anticlimactic.”
Ben’s jaw dropped in apparent shock. “Really? Anticlimactic?”
Dixie didn’t seem as surprised, though, as he shook his head at her. “Darling, you’re asking for it.”
She looked up, her gaze catching Dixie’s. She noted the dangerous glint in his eyes, almost as if he were daring her. And, before she could stop herself, she said the one thing she knew would broker no mercy. “By all means, let me have it.”
Dixie nodded at her and then turned to Ben. “Let’s give the woman what she wants.”
As both men undressed, Lisa felt a momentary twinge of nervousness. What spell of wantonness had caused her to antagonize men like Dixie and Ben? But, more importantly, what exactly had she just asked for? She sat up and pulled her legs under her as she tried to formulate some way to take back the challenge she’d just issued. But as they joined her on the bed, all ideas of backing out fled.
Ben sat behind her and Dixie in front of her this time. She leaned forward and kissed Dixie deeply before she could lose her nerve. Dixie pulled her with him as he lay down so she was lying on top of him. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
How could she be? She had no idea what they planned. But as she looked into Dixie’s eyes and saw sincere concern, certainty filled her. “I’m sure.”
“Get the condoms out of the drawer.”
She pulled a couple of condoms out of the drawer and then gave one to each of the men. They both took one, but Dixie immediately put his on top of the bedside table.
“And one other thing.” This time he placed his hand in the drawer and pulled out a small tube she hadn’t seen before. With a flick of his wrist, he gently tossed the tube to Ben.
The condom wrapper crinkled behind her as Ben opened his, but Dixie had pulled her into a full kiss, making it impossible for her to look back at Ben to see what he was doing. Dixie lay flat on his back on the bed and she straddled his glorious erection, wanting nothing more than for him to fill her. But he didn’t. He didn’t even retrieve his condom package from the bedside table. When she fidgeted on him restlessly, he ran his hand down her back in a comforting manner. “You trust us?” he asked after breaking their kiss.
“Absolutely.” And she did. The depth of her trust would probably scare her if she weren’t so damn turned-on at the moment.
“Then relax.” He pulled her back down to him as he kissed her again.
Ben ran his hands down her back until his palms cupped her ass as Dixie began to massage her breasts again. Both men seemed in agreement to drive her insane
with lust. But trapped between them, there was nothing she could really do about it. Ben kneaded her ass cheeks for a few minutes before he slid one finger down the length of her crack. The touch startled her but a tug on her nipple from Dixie made her desire ramp up to the point she relaxed into the caress. Ben continued to play with her ass and gently tease her anus until she got the general idea of what was about to happen. And as she remembered the feel of Dixie’s fingers in her ass as his cock filled her pussy, she had to admit, she was looking forward to it. But then Ben’s hands disappeared and she was filled with disappointment.
“Don’t worry, love, I’m nowhere near done.” True to his words, Ben slid his fingers back over her anus again just a few seconds later. This time they seemed to be covered in something slick. She only had a moment to rejoice before her muscles stretched to allow one of his fingers entrance. It did burn just a bit at first but as he slid the finger farther into her that receded and became background noise to the pleasure. “You have a lovely ass.” He slid the finger in and out of her passage as he spoke. “So tight and plump.”
He pulled his finger all the way out and she found herself crouching low to Dixie just so she could thrust her ass higher in offering to Ben. She needed to be touched. Needed it desperately. “Please.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Dixie’s rough voice revealed how much of a toll staying patient was taking on him.
She rubbed her breasts against his body and then nipped on his neck before answering. “I need more.”
This time Ben slid two fingers into her ass. She was so relieved she rocked back against his hand. “Yes.” And she continued rocking back against his hand even as Dixie began to run his fingers over her clit lightly. “More.” She must have sounded greedy and half-crazed but they had asked her what she needed.
Ben pulled his fingers out of her again and this time Dixie’s hands slid over her ass cheeks. He pulled them apart gently and then held them. “Relax,” he whispered just as the tip of Ben’s cock brushed against her.
If she weren’t so turned-on, she probably would’ve laughed at the suggestion. But she was aroused. She also felt empty. So very empty. And she’d do whatever she had to do to be filled. And if it just took a bit of relaxation on her part, she could do that.
Ben grabbed on to her hips and then slid into her slowly, giving her time to relax and regulate her breathing so she could better accept him. “That’s it, love.” His cock felt slippery, much like his fingers had. It helped him slide into her smoothly until she felt the flat plane of his hips resting against her ass. He paused, allowing her to adjust to the stretching sensation. “Are you okay?”
She tightened her anal muscles to test them and felt him spasm in her. It was better than okay. She’d never felt so sexy or erotic in her life. When she told him so, he used his grip on her hips to pull out a few inches and then glide back into her. Before long, she was lost to the rhythm. When he paused again, she took a moment to catch her breath before looking over her shoulder at him in question.
“I think Dixie would like to join the party now.” He winked just as she heard the sound of a condom being opened.
“Is that possible?” She enjoyed what Ben was doing to her but she didn’t know if she could handle being stretched much more.
“You tell us,” Dixie said as he slowly started to slide into her pussy. Her muscles clenched tightly around him as he entered her, telling her how much her body craved his possession as well. And, when he was fully seated in her, she found she felt surprisingly complete. “You good?”
“Better than good. Perfect.” That wasn’t an exaggeration. When they’d told Michael they were a tri, it was as if their relationship had become official. Now, though, with both of her men buried inside her, they were proving it. They belonged together. They were a unit.
Dixie nodded at Ben who began to move again. It took a minute to find the right rhythm and pace but when they did she was able to move with their possession easily.
Delicious friction consumed her. Ben held her hips in a tight grip as Dixie kneaded her breasts and pulled on her nipples. And she was so wonderfully full. She was stretched to the point that one man or the other stroked and hit every sensitive nerve inside her with each thrust. It was so intense she could no longer think. She could only feel. And she quickly flew into the most intense climax she’d ever experienced. And her boys weren’t far behind her. It seemed they were just holding out, waiting for her, to find their own pleasure. As her muscles tightened around both of them, they twitched and shuddered in her and both called out her name. Being able to bring two of the most desirable men in the galaxy to such a powerful climax did heady things to a woman.
They pulled out of her carefully and cleaned up before snuggling securely around her. Before tonight she’d always enjoyed being with the men but now, as she fell to sleep, she was filled with a sense of belonging with them.
* * * * *
The next day, as she opened one of the stasis chambers, she smiled at the lingering aches and pains caused by the activities of the night before. Not that she minded. Something had changed that night. Them being together that way had made their relationship feel more permanent, and she liked that. But she refused to get carried away with the idea until after they’d had a chance to talk about it. Until that had happened, she needed to focus on her work. And her work at this moment was to save this woman in this chamber.
She’d chosen this one, the one identified simply by the number five inscribed in black lacquer on the gray metal, to try first because her modifications didn’t seem as drastic as the others. Still, as soon as the seal broke, the monitors on the chamber started to blare in alarm. Time slowed as Lisa’s training kicked in. The life form’s chest rose and fell and her oxygen levels were holding steady so she was getting air. Her pulse, however, was strong one moment and then thready the next. She needed to stabilize the woman. “Panels.”
“Charging.”
The woman’s body convulsed and a thick, white foam started to leak out of her mouth. Lisa turned the woman’s head to the side so she wouldn’t choke on the fluid before focusing on the assistant. “Now.”
The panels were placed on the woman’s chest and everybody took a step back as an arc of electricity jolted through her body. Her pulse regulated for a couple of seconds but then she started to crash. “Again.”
The woman’s body arched as the jolt passed through her this time and her eyes opened suddenly. They were milky-white but they swept over the room as if she could see everything going on.
“The war begins at Antihway’s doorstep.”
The hairs on Lisa’s arms stood at the woman’s words and the frantic motion around Lisa stilled. It felt as if time had stopped. “What?”
But the woman only coughed as the foam started to fill her mouth and throat once more. “Suction.” Lisa’s pulse beat fiercely in her ears and beads of sweat started to form on her forehead as she worked on the woman. The poor thing had spent her life in a chamber. Lisa refused to let her choke to death with her first real breath.
When Lisa had finally cleared her airways, the woman looked up at her once more. This time her eyes were focused and so dark they appeared to be all pupil. She smiled sadly as Lisa removed the tube she’d used to get rid of the foam that had threatened to choke her. “Thank you. But my place is not here.” And with that, the alarm for both brain function and pulse started to blare loudly into the quiet of the room.
Lisa stared at her for a moment before her mind could process what had just happened. The woman had somehow either killed herself or had simply allowed herself to die. In all her years of working in medicine, she’d never seen anything like it. It was as if she’d just let go.
She tried for several moments to bring her back but she didn’t hold any false hope. The woman had no brain waves. People didn’t come back from that. Still, when she finally called the death, her hands were shaking and her stomach was knotted with guilt.
Nobody but herself would ever blame her for the woman’s death. It had been apparent to everyone there that she had decided to die. Still, Lisa had to hold some of the blame. It had been her decision to wake one of them up.
“What did she say?” one of assistants asked as Lisa turned away from the chamber.
“Thank you. But my place is not here.” Lisa’s voice shook as she spoke.
“No, the other thing.”
Lisa had been so focused on the woman’s death she almost forgot about the other more cryptic message. Thankfully one of the other assistants answered for her. “The war begins at Antihway’s doorstep.”
He growled in apparent frustration at the answer. “And where the fuck is Antihway? I’ve never heard of it and I’ve been from one side of the galaxy to the other.”
She sighed and shook her head. “That’s because Antihway isn’t a where, it’s a who.” The name belonged to someone in her field who was feared more than respected.
Chapter Nine
Dixie grunted under the strain of the heavy weight but refused to allow the sound to reflect the true amount of pain he currently endured. Lisa watched him. And her wary gaze told him she didn’t like him lifting weights. If he gave her any reason, she’d restrict his activities again. He couldn’t guarantee he’d come through that with his sanity intact a second time.
“You shouldn’t overdo it.” If one didn’t know her, the tone she used probably sounded nothing but professional. But he did. And, as well as he knew her, he could hear the underlying worry. It was the one reason he’d consented to her observing him. She worried about him. He’d never experienced being worried over and he kind of liked it. As long as she didn’t take it too far.
“I won’t. I promise.” He pushed the weight up again and held it for a second before bringing it down in a controlled descent. Yes, it hurt. And he was already sweating like a pig in a sauna. But it was a good pain and a good sweat. Both told him that his body had really begun healing. He wouldn’t do anything to cause a setback.