J.J. lifted a shoulder again. “I think they’ll understand it eventually. They love me. They love Tyler and Sigge, and they know I do, too. And, once they get to know you, they’re going to love you.”
She heard what he didn’t say. That they would be disappointed and concerned for him. That their first reaction would be disapproval—of her. “Will race be an issue?”
He kissed her, that bright mind understanding. His pretty eyes met hers, entirely serious. “It better not be. My father’s grandmother was white.” He looked at her, their foreheads touching. “Of course, it will help if we give them a baby with brown eyes and slightly nappy hair.”
Indy managed a smile, but she knew it wobbled. “Is that really what you want, James?”
“It seems to be, Indiana. It seems I want it a lot.”
She did, too, Indy thought. As surprising for her as it could be for any of them, it was exactly what she wanted.
* * * *
Tyler walked in on the little lovefest taking place in the living room when he came back from town. Jage had the girl cuddled up on the big couch, but, even though she was still dressed in nothing but Sig’s shirt, there didn’t appear to be anything serious going on, so he didn’t feel bad about busting in.
Not that he would have hesitated, probably, even if they’d been mid-fuck. In fact, there might have been a good, hard benefit to that, too.
But they both sat up looking all moon-eyed, so Ty naturally felt compelled to break in with a little dose of reality. He always got a little juiced from a workout and, well, if they were going to have a woman around, she was going to have to accept they were guys with dicks. So he set down the takeout bag with their lunches and strode over.
“Hey,” he said, reaching down for Indy. “Up here.”
He grabbed her hand and tugged her up, and then she was in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, and his hands very happily on her bare ass. She didn’t hold back when he took her mouth, and he had to think she was a hell of a woman and the three of them were freaking lucky bastards.
“Got any plans right now?” he asked, though he pretty much figured he was just going to haul her off to the nearest bed regardless of how she answered.
She seemed to read that thought. “Well,” she drawled. “I have to get dressed sometime today. I haven’t had a good workout in the last couple days, and I need to do some writing. Plus, that looks like it could be lunch over there.”
It took a moment, but he could see the twinkle in those blue eyes, and it made him grin. God, he loved this wo—he came to a hard stop in his head. Well, fuck it, he did.
“All those things sound important,” he said. “But I’m thinking every one of them can wait until I get done fucking you. In fact—” he kissed her again and squeezed her ass “—the more I think about it, the surer I am that I’m right.” He turned and started walking with her. “No point in getting dressed when I’d just have to tear the clothes off you. And we both know I can work you out plenty good.” He took her to the stairs, because they were going to need a big bed. “Plus, I checked out your writing, and I think you ought to pick up your love scenes a bit. More like your pal Jennifer. And I’m just the guy to help you out with that.”
He got her to the landing and paused there, addressing her last objection. “Lunch will wait, too. We’ll be sure you have an appetite.” He stuck his tongue down her throat for a minute before he looked over to J.J. “You comin’, man? I don’t mind fucking her alone, but—”
Ty felt the intake of Indy’s breath and saw the sudden burning interest in J.J.’s eyes. He looked back at Indy and watched her swallow hard. If she didn’t want them both, she was going to have to say no to it herself. Because J.J. was on his feet, and Ty was carrying their woman up the last of the steps.
He set her down near the windows, where she glowed in the spectacular high mountain light. J.J. came in behind her, so they had her standing between them. And, since it was Sig’s shirt, Ty took hold and tore it off her, not caring where the buttons landed.
He left her standing while he lifted his T-shirt over his head. Then, still a step away, he took her nipples between thumbs and fingers. “Double penetration,” he said, squeezing down on her. “Double fucking.” Indy moaned, and Tyler nearly groaned. His cock pressed hard into the fly of his jeans. “Jennifer writes it into her books. Have you read them?”
He jerked one tit to get an answer out of her because she looked a little distracted. J.J.’s dark hands were at her waist now, and she had to know what was coming. “Yes,” she said.
“But you’ve never done it, have you?”
He jerked again.
“No.” The word came out in a huff, and her breath was rough.
“It’s going to happen today, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she said, but it wasn’t much more than a breath, a whisper.
J.J. was naked behind her now, and he slid one hand around her. It was hot, seeing his dark fingers against her light skin, stroking slowly down to reach her clit.
She moaned again and dropped her head against J.J.’s shoulder. She closed her eyes until Ty yanked once more get her attention.
“You’re going to take my cock into your cunt, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going to let J.J. fuck your ass.”
“Ty.” It was another breath. A plea.
She was looking for mercy in the wrong place. He gave both her nipples a little twist and then pulled away. Keeping his gaze on her for as long as he could, he walked out and went to her office. When he came back, he had the tube of lube and a handful of condoms in his hand. He threw them on the bed then kicked out of his shoes and jeans and sat at the edge of the mattress. He punched a couple pillows into a stack behind his back.
“Bring her closer,” he told Jage. “There.” He stopped them when Indy was still a yard away from him. “Now bend over and suck me, baby. J.J.’s going to get your ass ready.”
* * * *
Indy was a blistering mess of stimulation. Tyler had gotten her nipples burning with the way he’d worked them, that final twist and pull setting them on fire. His gruff orders, his crude words and intent—that double penetration would happen, that he wasn’t asking for it but was instructing her about it—were startlingly erotic.
And J.J., behind her, was driving her further into an erotic haze. He’d snugged up to her when Tyler left the room, pressing his hard cock against her ass and up to her lower back. His fingers rubbed harder against her clit and his other hand had turned her head while Tyler was away, bringing her back so he could ravage her mouth with his.
He kept his hand on her jaw when Tyler came back and turned her when Ty sat. Entirely at Tyler’s command, he pushed her forward until, when he bent her at the waist, securing her with his hand at her clit and the other at her neck, she was exactly in the right position to take Tyler into her mouth. Ty leaned back against the pillows he’d piled there so he had both hands free to take control of her head.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Take me in. All the way. The whole, fucking way.”
He helped her do it, hands on her head, pressing her down as she licked and wet him, taking him farther. Into her mouth and then, under his direction, down her throat. He held her there, his cock pressed all the way in, a long count before he let her up to breathe. “Good girl,” he said. “Good fucking girl.”
He did it again, pushing deep, then letting her up for air. After a couple more deep strokes, he cupped her head with just one hand and used the other to go back and torture her nipple.
It was enough, more than enough. But soon she realized that wasn’t all that was happening to her. She’d been aware of J.J.’s hands on her hips, holding her there, bent over Tyler. He was doing more now, though. He was touching between her legs, sliding his fingers along to rub her own moisture over her clit, stimulating her there in a little frenzy, then pressing again at her pussy. He pushed his fingers into her, stretching and fuck
ing her with them.
Then he used his thumb, flicking at her anus. He rubbed against her, dry and chafing, his nail abrading. Circling then, threatening and, finally, entering. He went to just the first knuckle, the circumference of his big thumb making itself known in her sphincter, just present there for a few moments before he began reaming her.
“Oh,” Indy cried. With a hand curled into her hair, Tyler lifted her up and kissed her, then he held her steady so he could watch the devastation as J.J. worked her. With one hand still free to torture her breasts, he let her see his pleasure in her submission.
“Do it,” he told J.J. “Fuck her ass.”
She saw J.J. reach for the lube, but, even knowing it was coming, she shuddered with the cold shock as he filled her with it. “Oh, God.”
He didn’t stretch her any farther, didn’t use his thumb or fingers to make way. He just pressed his big cock right there and, helpless against it, she let him sink it into her. Her breath shuddered out. She heard J.J.’s satisfied groan and saw the light of victory in Tyler’s eyes.
“Fuck her. Hard,” he instructed.
J.J.’s hands secured her hips. “Baby,” he grunted. Indy cried out as he started to fuck her. He was so big, it felt like he was tearing her, a gritty sensation of pain-pleasure that kept her moaning.
“Take her up,” Ty said, and Indy could hardly hear the words. But she felt it, knew it when J.J. took over the grip in her hair, pulling her up so she arched back against him. Hands—Tyler’s, she thought—roughly stroked over her breasts, chafing, plucking at her nipples, tugging and twisting. Then she was pressed forward, her legs open, making room for…for one more cock.
She was positioned somehow with her knees at Tyler’s hips, her pussy exposed and vulnerable. His big hands were on her waist now, pressing her down, until the head of his cock was at her opening.
“God, yes, baby,” she heard. The words were guttural and worshipful all at once.
And his hands made the impossible happen. Already so full of J.J.’s cock, already stretched beyond what seemed possible, Tyler pressed into her. J.J. paused in his thrusts, his groans expressing his own pleasure in it. She knew he must have felt it too as that second cock shoved in, making room.
All three were quiet for a long moment as that amazing, all but impossible thing happened. As Tyler’s cock pushed its way into her cunt, as the slide of him filled her even more, making his way against the pressure where J.J. already had her so distended. They held there almost in reverence, Tyler’s grip on her hips helping her weight settle gradually onto those two cocks, her hitching breaths slowly easing.
They had her now. Both of them filled her, stretching her exquisitely, possessing her, connecting all three of them. She raised her eyes to Tyler’s, and his gaze seemed to hold the same intense appreciation of this binding act. He looked over her head at J.J. and then back to her, and she knew they were all feeling the same thing. Together, united, committed. And…sexually on fire.
J.J. moved first, bringing his hands around to cover her breasts, palming them, then letting her nipples poke through between his fingers. Tyler watched it happen, appearing quite enthralled with it, his eyes blazing as J.J. slowly squeezed his fingers together over her nipples.
Indy moaned as he kept at it, stimulating her there, and more, when Tyler reached between them to knuckle her clit. They both kept at it patiently, working her to a near-frenzy, as they held still inside her, simply—magnificently—occupying her.
She understood finally what had gone unspoken between them. She would be the first to move, the first to work herself against those two cocks that filled her. The first to signal that she was ready for more. That she wanted them to fuck her. Double-fuck her.
They were clever with it, and they were irresistible. She’d fought an edge of fear when they’d filled her, had struggled against an instinct to resist, to pull away. But they seduced her now, even as they had her impaled, filled beyond what should have been possible. And, like they owned her, like she was there for them to manipulate as they wished, they made her want it.
With one more moan, she slid a hand over Tyler’s shoulder. She rubbed her arm along his skin, hot and smooth, those thrilling mounds of muscle that were so emblematic of his powerful body. She watched his hot, hazel gaze as she lifted her other arm and sought J.J. with it. He nestled into it, his head falling to her shoulder, his heated breath against her neck. She stroked him, the rough abrasion of his shaved beard against her palm. She twisted her fingers into his braids, securing herself.
And then she rode. Carefully at first, experimentally. Learning that she could take it. That the depth of them, fully inside her body, extending to her very core, felt erotically taking and fundamentally satisfying, gratifying. That the crazy stretch of their breadths at her openings, at her pussy and her anal hole, was edgily, wildly stimulating. Almost too much, but just, just incredibly good.
They let her keep control for several, so-unlike-them minutes. They sighed and grunted and kept up pleasuring her with their fingers and lips and…teeth. But they were who they were, and their own levels of excitement were rising hard.
J.J. started it. He’d been strumming her nipples with greater intent, faster, more urgently. And he’d been kissing her neck, sucking bruises onto her, scraping with his teeth. She felt the shudder of his body and then not just the scrape but the clenching of his teeth at the cusp of her shoulder. He bit down.
And finally, with a wild groan, he fucked her. Like he couldn’t hold back, like his last grasp at control was gone, he pulled out of her ass and then slammed back in. He kept at it, hard, deep, grunting fucks. His muscled, tense body curved around her, containing her, possessing her. His hands gripped her tits, pinching at her nipples in time with each thrust.
Indy arched against the pleasure of it, rolling her head into J.J.’s. She opened her eyes to see Tyler watching, his own gaze hot with intense excitement. Without words, she knew what was coming. Knew that Tyler was readying, that he was going to fuck her, too, just as hard and deep as J.J. was doing.
He gripped her thighs, lifting her a bit. Giving himself room to work. Watching her eyes, not in the least disguising his intent, he arched back against the pillows. Then, when J.J. fucked hard into her ass, Tyler pulled out of her cunt. When J.J. retreated, Tyler thrust in.
Indy wailed in pleasure, her head tossing and her eyes closing. They both fucked her, alternating hard thrusts into her, grunting and groaning in turn. The thrill of it, the excitement, rose for all three of them until the fucking became frenzied and urgent. Their rhythm changed so they were both fucking into her at the same time, stretching her impossibly, stimulating every last nerve to the max. Tyler pushed up into her strenuously, and J.J. came down over her. They ended up collapsed against Tyler so she was pressed between those two hard bodies that fucked roughly, mindlessly into her.
They finished in a cataclysm of feral wails and groans, spastic, helpless clutching and jerking. Indy’s orgasm felt endless as she was buffeted between the two of them, coming for long minutes before they too went over. Both of them growled and gave final, brutal thrusts, holding deep in her as their bodies shook. As their cocks shuddered out hot blasts of cum. As their grips on her spasmed with bruising intensity.
They clutched each other, none of them willing to let go as their rough breaths slowly eased. Indy gradually became aware that she’d ended with her teeth scraping against Tyler’s chest and knew she was just about drooling there now. She closed her mouth from that last, urgent scream and soothed him with her lips. She felt his hand respond, a gentle slide up her flank and then a comforting cupping of her head. He lifted enough to press his lips into her hair.
With an exhausted groan, J.J. slowly slid out of her. The movement caused a little screech and he soothed her, palming her ass and giving her a pat. “Come on, baby,” he said. “Up here.”
He lifted her, and Indy felt the same sense of both prickly soreness and poignant loss when Tyler exi
ted her body. They all resettled, J.J. pulling her up onto the bed like her weight was nothing, so they were nestled together, Indy in the middle. Both men were propped up, looking at her.
It wasn’t her usual afterglow situation, having to look from one lover to the other to the other to make eye contact. Tyler watched her gaze leave his again to go to J.J.’s, and he smiled.
“Good, huh?”
She looked back at him, her cheeks warm. “Yeah. Very good.”
“For us, too,” he told her. “Right, Jage?”
J.J. put his hand on her cheek and gently turned her to him. He kissed her softly and then gazed into her eyes. “The best, Indy.”
“Sigge’s going to be sorry he missed this.”
Indy could hear the grin in Tyler’s voice, and she looked back at him, eyebrow raised. Sigge. She wished he’d been here, too. But then…
Tyler smiled back at her shamelessly, reading her mind. “I’ve seen YouPorn videos of a woman with three cocks up her—one in her cunt and two in her ass.”
“That is so not going to happen.”
His hazel eyes danced. “Never say never.”
“Do you know how big you guys are?”
“Uh…yeah. And I like that you only have the douche to compare us to, and what that says about him.” He was grinning, happy. “Anyway, our size isn’t really our fault, is it?”
Indy held her tongue as she felt herself fall. She’d already gone head over heels for Sig. And J.J. was so sweet, so completely irresistible. Here it was happening with Tyler—brash, cocky, and his own brand of undeniable temptation. “I can’t help it,” she said, gazing at him and speaking more to herself than anything. “I love you.”
That wiped the grin off his face. “Indy,” he said, and something stirred in his eyes that she was pretty sure he didn’t want to admit to. Still, she was certain every part of him but his swagger was already on board.
“Indy,” he said again. Keeping his gaze on her, like his body acted without thought, he groped around the bed behind him until he found the condoms. Still looking at her, he covered himself and then he covered her.
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