“Kai.”
She turned her gaze back to Ryan when he said her name. At the edge of control, she looked into his eyes. He drew her in, taking all of her awareness. He knew Tim was there, she understood. But what was happening, what Ryan was doing to her, what they were sharing together, was just between them. He took one hand from her breast and moved it to her face. He held her, his eyes focused on hers, as he took her over.
Kai moaned as he kept her gaze locked with his, as he held her face and tortured her nipple. As he fucked into her, hard and fast now, so fast. Her body squirmed once as though she sought escape, as though this drubbing of a fuck was too much for her.
Nearly, it was.
But Ryan had her. He had that hand stroking her cheek. He held her secure with his gaze. Had his big, strong body containing hers, controlling hers. Doing with it just exactly what he wanted—driving her helplessly, inevitably, into a wild orgasm.
“Oh, God.”
“Yes, baby,” he told her.
“I can’t do this.” She couldn’t. Whether Tim was there to watch or not, she couldn’t give Ryan what he was demanding, what he was making happen. She couldn’t soar so far out of control.
But she could. That was what his eyes told her, when she arched her body, hanging at the precipice. When her head tilted back, when her eyes nearly closed, open only a slit so she could still see him.
Surrounded by him, held and protected by him, she let go. Free-falling, she let it take her. She rocked against his thrusts, giving all of herself over to those thrilling, taking fucks. She clenched her fist in his hair and clutched with her other hand, fingers furrowing into the thick muscle of his back. She extended that arch, so her tit pressed into his hand, offering itself, begging for more.
She cried out, hoarse, repetitive moans, as she went over. As her body spasmed hard, jerking between the bed and Ryan’s big, muscled body. She worked herself on his cock now, seeking more stretch, more depth, more stimulation.
In the end, Ryan had both arms around her, holding her, securing her. He kept himself still inside her as prolonged shudders had her continuing to flex herself against his penetration. His breath was hot against her cheek while her own still came in gasps, desperate and loud.
Not so loud, though, that she didn’t hear Tim’s words.
“Roll her over.”
Chapter Ten
Tim would never object to a little three-on-one gangbang for a bit of sexual fun. He and his buddies had enjoyed the pleasure of it twice, now, with this very same woman. Each time, it had been fucking memorable, and he would always be open to a three-peat. Or four-peat.
Or more.
Fun. Simple.
But he had the idea that what Vin was suggesting wasn’t about simple fun. He was talking about something perm…well, lasting, at least. A relationship. Something that meant something. Something that involved him and his buddies sharing a woman. Not just for one night, but…well, something more that didn’t really bear thinking about.
Except for this. Except for the fact that he’d just watched one of his two best friends not fuck but make love to—albeit wildly—the very woman Tim hadn’t been able to get out of his head for a week. The woman who, last night, while not even present, had kept him from fucking a supremely fuckable and very willing chick. One he’d wined and dined for that exact purpose.
The little show hadn’t even pissed him off. Sure, for the first minute, when he’d stepped into the room and seen the goings-on in Vin’s bed, he’d wanted to grab Ryan by his bare ass and give him the boot, at least. But he’d watched, seen the intense lovemaking for what it was, and kept watching. Took pleasure in it. Not just the voyeuristic turn-on of watching really good, live porn either.
More.
He’d liked the obvious love Ryan and Kai shared. He’d started to think of Kai as his woman, and, now, it didn’t seem to bother him much to watch another man fuck her.
Well, it helped, of course, that the other man was Ryan. Or Vin. That was critical, in fact. Any other, and the matter would come to blows.
He might have to tiptoe around Vinnie’s big plan for a while, maybe take some time to get used to it, but he could get on board with some of the details.
Like this right here.
Tim knew Ryan hadn’t come—for sure, in a wild fuck like that, the moment would have been obvious. From two rooms away, most likely. Ryan wasn’t done with her, and he apparently had some impressive control.
Which was working really fine to Tim’s advantage.
He’d caught Kai’s gaze while she was mid-pleasure, and he was pretty sure Ryan had known he was there, too. Either way, Ry didn’t startle or even really sigh—much—when Tim gave his, well, to call a spade a spade, command. He merely turned his head, appeared to inspect Tim and his intentions for a couple still rough breaths, and moved.
Tim was glad to see his buddy had read his meaning. He didn’t come off Kai and push her out from under or anything, but stayed planted in her and merely rolled. She landed ass up, still penetrated in one very nice spot but leaving another one free for the taking.
And Tim was just the man to take it.
Kai was still a bit breathless, but he figured she knew what was coming. Tim dropped the sweats he’d pilfered from Vin’s workout bag—he was pretty sure they’d belonged to Ryan originally, but their provenance was a bit blurred by now, like a lot of their possessions, including, apparently, their woman—and walked to the foot of the bed where he had a really decent view.
Tight pussy stretched by big cock, tight sphincter just…there. All, like, anticipatory. Full of nothing but…potential.
Tim wasn’t intimately knowledgeable about Vin’s bedroom, but he found the stash of lube in a bedside drawer on a first guess. He brought it with him back to that pretty view.
“Bend your knees, Ry,” he said, “and give me some room to work.” Up on his knees between Ry’s legs, Tim found himself in a pretty good position. “Kai, baby,” he went on, “splay your legs out here.”
Tim learned he had the instincts of a natural master at this. Kai had her knees under her at Ryan’s sides and, with a little assist from Ry, she spread them out. That opened her ass up more, and Tim was just about drooling.
Without giving her any warning, he put the nozzle of the lube right into her ass and shot her full of it.
Then he filled her with his cock, just as abruptly, before she’d even finished humming out that edgy breath caused by the lube.
“Now, babe,” he said, “push up. I want Ryan to work your tits some more.”
* * * *
Kai shuddered.
She’d known she was in for a double fucking as soon as Tim had first spoken. She wasn’t opposed, either—she’d been aware of the pleasure of it for ten years now.
But she’d still been gathering her wits after Ryan had fucked her crazy when Tim started manipulating her position. She just barely realized how vulnerably she’d been placed—Ryan still possessing her pussy with his cock, her legs open, ass in the air, anus not just exposed but…displayed.
So she shuddered with the surprise and the cold shock of it when Tim took full advantage of the situation and blasted her full of lube. And again, when the next thing he did was grasp her hips and thrust his cock into her. All the way.
There’d been no preparation other than that shot of lube. No fingers easing the way. Certainly no words of warning or even statement of his intentions.
Just, suddenly, she was filled with them both. Stretched and filled, endlessly, it felt, impossibly. She whimpered at the physical strain of it, at the perfect, taking seduction of it.
They both had her. She had both of them. The feeling of it was incredibly satisfying, stimulating, and nearly overwhelming.
And lovely. All those things at once.
But the sense of being overwhelmed was the one most prominent at the moment. She was panting, trying to accommodate to the magnificent stretch of that double penetration, when she
heard Tim speak.
More instructions, no doubt. But she couldn’t quite hear, couldn’t process.
“Babe.”
She heard that—louder, tinged with impatience, and accompanied by a little attention-drawing swat to her ass.
“What?” she asked.
Her men answered more by action that by words. Between two sets of hands, she was lifted and tilted back.
“Oh. Oh, God.” She’d thought she was filled before. Now, her own weight helped, taking her down on those two cocks. And the tilt brought her farther back, so Tim’s cock went even deeper, the wide base of it distending her sphincter, making her breath come in a little screech. They held there, held her, until Tim took hold of her arms above the elbows and arched her back so her head rested against his shoulder.
Kai gathered then what Tim had intended with the instructions she’d missed. The arch of her spine thrust her tits forward, and Ryan didn’t let that opportunity go to waste. He had his hands there, his thumbs and fingers latching onto her nipples again. He pulled them then gave a little shake, causing her tits to jiggle. He grunted his satisfaction and did it again. He drew on her nipples, thumbed them, and worked them like a dial.
When she moaned at that last one, he seemed to take it as a signal. He twisted and then tugged, twisted and tugged, until a sharp spear of pleasure coursed through her. Tim growled like he felt the thrill of it himself. Still holding her arms, he drew out and then thrust back into her.
“Jesus,” Ryan said. “I felt that.”
No shit. Kai felt it, too, and shuddered roughly. Tim seemed happy enough with the whole deal to do it again. The force of his thrust added a little extra tug against Ryan’s pull on her nipples. The same thing happened when Ryan started fucking her, too.
She groaned again and rolled her head against Tim’s shoulder. They fucked her, deep, quick thrusts with their big cocks. At their mercy, her body stretched and strained. Instinctively, she arched more and lifted a bit on her knees. Maybe that was an involuntary effort to escape, to save herself, but its effect was to give the men increased access to her. Ryan especially seemed to like it now, as he had more freedom to thrust his hips up from the bed and fuck himself into her.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmured. “Sweetheart. That’s good.”
He was slamming hard into her now, lifting her up with each thrust. Tim timed his thrusts to the same rhythm. He took one of her hands to wrap up around his neck, then used his free one to stroke her clit.
“Oh,” Kai said again, panting. “I can’t do this. I can’t take it.”
“You can,” Tim said, rubbing her clit urgently, pounding into her. “You will.”
She shivered with the stimulation, the determined assault on every sex nerve she possessed. Her whole body tensed, that exquisite winding up before an orgasm she knew would slay her.
Ryan and Tim were there, too, their own bodies taut, their hands clutching at her, their breaths rough and ending in curses as often as not. Kai cried out, spasming as they took her over.
She felt it all. Every hard wrack of her body, every muscled shudder from them, the hot blasts of their cum deep inside her, the spastic clenching of their hands on her. That oblivion, shared by all three, of an explosive, engulfing, devastating climax. It left them collapsed, one over the other, urgently gasping for breath, frantically clutching for sanity, for each other.
Kai’s face was buried in Ryan’s chest, and she felt the scrape of Tim’s teeth and the hot huff of his breath at the back of her shoulder. She was aware of her own breath and heard the panicked strain in it.
Slowly, her consciousness gathered enough to feel Ryan’s soothing touch, to hear his soft reassurances.
“Baby,” he said again. “Sweetheart.” Comforting now, calming. “Kai.”
Possessive, too, that last bit, said with a hand clutched in her hair and his lips at her temple.
Tim was collecting himself, grunting as he lifted from her back. “Holy shit.” He gave her ass a grateful little love pat as he pulled out and flopped himself over on the bed. “Jesus.” He turned his head to look at Ryan, though he gave a glance to Kai, too. “Maybe Vin knows what he’s talking about.”
“I do,” that one said, not surprising any of them, she thought, from the door. “That’s why I’m the boss, right?”
* * * *
Vinnie surely was tempted to join that wild lovefest happening in his own bed, but he held himself back. Better, he thought, to get his two friends appreciating the sundry advantages to sharing one woman. He thought Kai was giving a pretty good lesson all on her own, and getting one, too.
Not to mention, he’d gone a few rounds with her in the last twenty-four hours, and he didn’t need to be a pig about it.
Still, it wasn’t every day that that he had two men in his bed—it had been no day, in fact—and he realized the whole deal would take a little getting used to for him, too.
But he liked the girl an awful lot, and he was thankful as could be that she seemed willing to get on board his crazy train. He looked at her now, snuggled between his pals, and felt a surprising little lurch to his heart. He didn’t just like her. He’d told the truth about his feelings the night before.
Well, not so surprising, really. He’d seen this coming for a while now.
Kai had her head on Ryan’s shoulder and his arm wrapped around her back. From behind her, Tim’s arm draped across her waist—tucked close around her front, he noted, so there’d be no worries about any groping kind of deal happening between the two men. But they were both there, lolling about with flaccid dicks. Vin sighed mentally. The three men were likely to get a lot more familiar with each other’s bodies than even twelve years of shared sports activities, subsequent showers, and whatnot had provided.
Kai had her pretty brown eyes on him, though, so that was a thought for another day. He walked to the foot of the bed and put his hand out. She guessed correctly that it was for her, took hold, and let him pull her to her feet.
He put his arms around her, not exactly loosely, but not starting anything, either. “Hey, beautiful,” he said.
She smiled, maybe a little shy, even after what had just happened to her. Or because of. “Hey, Vin.”
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Checking her eyes, he read the truth in that, not woman-speak for something different. His hands went to her butt in an automatic way he had no control over. “What do you think about a bath?”
She knew who she was talking to, apparently. “All by myself?”
“Well, if you’ll be lonely…”
With another smile, she declined his offer. “I’d like that.”
He had to remind himself about not starting anything—she was a hell of a woman. He limited himself to a little kiss. “Come with me.”
Keeping her hand in his, he led her to his bathroom. He was a builder, and he hadn’t stinted on his own space because—why should he? There was a lot of glass and slate, and enough room for a small immigrant family. He loved the big shower, but the spa tub came in handy, too. He took her there and let go of her hand to start it up. He put a little scented oil in that he’d never used before but turned out to be just right for this purpose. Then he put fresh towels on the warmer and laid his terry robe—he didn’t have a lot of use for it, so it was clean—alongside. He couldn’t help looking as she lifted her arms to twist her hair somehow prettily on top of her head. With a fairly regretful, last gander at her sweet body, he handed her in. And kissed her again when she was settled.
“Feels good,” she said, and Vin figured that was nothing compared to how it looked—his woman, all soft with the traces of pleasure still on her gorgeous face, in his tub. In his place. That was all really, really fine.
“Take as much time as you want,” he told her. “Is it okay if we make a plan for the rest of the day? Maybe an outing and some dinner?”
She hesitated. “Yes, but…I need a couple hours at Tone this afternoon. Around th
ree.”
“We’ll work around that.”
“Okay.”
“When do you travel again?”
“Not this week. Mid-next week, I’m meeting Patricia in San Diego.”
That made him smile. He’d like to have seen Randall II’s face when he found out the girl Kai was ten years ago had stolen his right-hand woman. “Good,” he said. The full week would give him some time to get this ménage deal ironed out.
He left her and was glad to find his bed empty. He could see that one of his drawers had been ransacked and wasn’t surprised to find Tim and Ryan in his living room, both in purloined athletic shorts. Drinking his beer.
Taking a cold one himself, he lifted it in a toast and took his spot on the couch. He’d never understood why Tim got the recliner when it was Vin’s place. “Just one of life’s little mysteries,” had been Tim’s response when he’d questioned it a couple years back. Vin had decided he was okay with it, given that he always got to ride shotgun in Ryan’s pickup.
“So,” he said, looking at the two, “you see how this could work?”
“I see how she’s hot in the sack,” Tim said, “and how it’s even hotter with two or all three of us. But hot sex is not all you’re thinking about, is it?”
Vin noted Ryan starting to object to Tim’s first words then stifling himself. Pointing his beer at Ry, Vin game him the go-ahead.
“No, it’s not just about sex. If that’s what it is to you, then get out, because you can find a woman for your bed anywhere, and I’d rather clear the field.”
“This field ain’t clearing,” Vin told him. “You know as well as we do, Ry, that none of us is going to find sex like we have with Kai anywhere else. And Tim and I have feelings for her, too. It’s not just you.”
Checking, Vin saw that Tim wanted to protest, but he couldn’t. Damn straight.
Ryan wasn’t all that happy, either. “I don’t get what you’re proposing, though,” he said to Vin. “How does that work, three of us with one woman? What do you see as the end game? I want a family, and I can picture it happening with Kai. She deserves to have that, too, if it’s what she wants. We spend a few months or a couple years indulging ourselves with…with…”
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