Three Men and a Woman_Indiana

by Rachel Billings

  J.J. shoved his hands into her bra now, fully cupping her breasts and taking her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. He rolled them, stretching them out as though offering them to Sig. Teasing him with them.

  Tyler was watching, too, leaning back enough to get a good look. Then he went back to work, pushing her undies aside and sucking her clit into his mouth. He drew on her, pulling with hard suction and then stroking her with his tongue. She cried out, nearly collapsing. J.J. took most of her weight, wrapping one arm around her waist and arching forward so she was nearly suspended against his chest. He pressed the hard rise of his cock against her lower back, letting her know the same thing was taking place there as she could see happening behind the fly of Sig’s soft jeans. Knowing her men as she did, she was sure Tyler’s cock was getting in the mood, too.

  Ty leaned back again, appearing to enjoy looking at the wreckage they were making of her. He quirked a grin at J.J. “You got her?” he asked.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  J.J. arched back farther, keeping a tight grip on her, so her feet lifted from the floor. Tyler came up on his knees far enough to nuzzle her navel, then grasped the lace of her panties and took them down and off. He checked out her bare pussy, then shot her a dark look before he tucked his hands behind her knees. Then he lifted her, opening her legs, splaying her out.

  “Jesus,” she heard Sig breathe. Or maybe she just saw his lips move with the word, because she was distracted with her own harsh breathing. Like she knew what was coming. Like it was everything to her, all that she wanted. Taken by her men, held, contained, at their tender mercy.

  “Oh, God.” Indy’s breath shuddered as Ty took her again. He was aggressive, tonguing her, then sucking roughly, taking her into his mouth.

  Indy let out a sound that was almost a squeal. She was defenseless, suspended against J.J.’s chest, her legs outspread and her most private center not just exposed but…displayed. Tyler alternated between sucking at her and then leaning back, letting Sig have another view of her.

  She was agitated, stimulated by Ty’s rough use of her and egged on by the way J.J. worked one nipple, then the other. Moaning, she let Tyler have his way when he slid his hand down her left leg until he grasped her foot and set it on his shoulder. Leaning that way, keeping her open and letting Sig watch, he took her with his hand.

  Fingers first, pressing into her, stretching, fucking. Slow, deep strokes in, so far that his fist pressed at her entrance, distending her. So far that his fingers extended to her very core, finding some sensitive, craven part of her that seemed to collapse her will, to erase her sense of self.

  Moaning more, she wallowed in exquisite pleasure as he surged into her, fueling a throbbing need. She heard Sig curse and distantly realized Ty was all but fisting her, his huge hand stretching her impossibly, driving her insane.

  Her only anchor was Sig’s blue gaze locked on hers while Ty once more leaned in and finished her off with his tongue. He stroked her clit, quick flashes of touch that sent her over, had her rocking on that fist, grinding herself onto it, taking more and more. She cried out and shuddered, spasming hard, uncontrollably wracking with it. A devastating storm roiled through her, a conflagration made wilder by the fact of Sig watching, spellbound.

  Tyler gentled his actions as she came down, letting her legs fall and nuzzling into her belly. She held his head against her and kept an arm around J.J., too. Slowly, her breath settled. Then, as if they all knew what would happen next, Ty turned his head. They all watched as Sig unfastened his jeans and brought his cock out. Big like he was, upright as a flagpole, and all for her.

  “Bring her here,” he instructed.

  Chapter Twelve

  “We’ll come down tomorrow. All of us.”

  Sigge hadn’t really realized how much he’d needed his buddies until he’d heard those words the night before, when J.J. had taken the phone from Indy and dressed Sig down for making her cry.

  It hadn’t been much of a dressing down because, well, it was J.J. But that made even a small word of rebuke significant. And Sigge realized J.J. had understood, better than he had himself, that a guy needed his buddies at a time like this. To say nothing of his woman.

  Sigge had spent the week alone feeling more and more stressed over the injury that threatened his career. He’d tried his hardest to accept, to be hopeful and at the same time grateful for all he had in his life. He’d reached the pinnacle in a sport he loved. If it came to an end with an injury he’d sustained during a moment of pure, blissful contentment, well, he’d learn to live with that and have no regrets.

  That injury had led him to Indy and, like he said, no regrets. There was this ménage business, though, and that could take a minute. He watched as his two friends set his girl back on her feet. J.J. was careful, letting her test her weight before he set her free. Not all the way free though, because he still had an arm around her, and held on to her for a kiss—good and long, but sweet and romantic rather than rough. Sig frowned, feeling that was almost worse to watch than what had come before.

  Though that hadn’t been bad, not any of it, not like it should have been. It had been good. Fucking good. He’d done no more than grudgingly accept the inevitable when he’d told them to bring her along, turned his back, and limped over to the couch. If the only way he could have her was to share her, well, that sucked.

  But the thought of not having her at all sucked more. Substantially more. So he’d clenched his jaw, shut up, sat down, and waited it out while they pleasured her. And then he wasn’t just waiting it out but enjoying the hell out of it. He loved the way she lit up, the way she responded like a needy, love-lost, crazy girl, at the touch of his friends’ hands and then, spectacularly, their mouths.

  Like the brave girl she was, she let him see. He watched as her eyes darkened, as her breath hitched. Her nipples tightened and her pussy grew damp, and he knew, watching those eyes, that some of it was for him. It wasn’t just what J.J. and Ty were doing to her, but the fact that Sig watched. There was a surprising intimacy in having their gazes locked as his friends ravaged her and took her over. His eyes had wandered, he had to admit, tempted by so many hot attractions. J.J.’s dark hand slipping into her white bra, covering her light skin. Tyler sucking on her, then nearly fisting her.

  But best of all was watching her eyes—the heat rising in them, the storm gathering, and then the wild glaze just before she came. She stuck with him too until that very end when she was bucking and tossing her head and totally gone with it.

  It had been spectacular. Better than if he’d been doing it all to her himself. Well, no, of course, not better than that. But still, it had been something—something wild and hot and seductive. Appealing, like Jage had said. Very appealing.

  Now she was wrecked, standing compliantly if not steadily while Jage unfastened that poor, sweet excuse for a bra and set her glorious breasts free. And they weren’t done with her. Hell, he hadn’t even started.

  She’d leaned into Jage a little, but he nudged her forward and gave her a little encouraging pat on the ass. She moved toward Sig, Jage on the one side and Ty on the other.

  Sigge lifted his arms. “Here, baby.”

  In the most gratifying way, she came to him, straddling him with her knees and falling into his arms. They kissed, and she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body into his. His hard cock was between them, rubbing up against her pussy, and that was the fucking least of it. The way she fell into him, like she’d missed him…just like he’d missed her. As much, maybe, even, as he’d missed her.

  He gathered her into him and settled into the pleasure of her love. He closed his eyes, taking a moment when he didn’t have to think about his buddies there, loving his girl just as much as he did. Though he hated to admit it, their love for her was probably as true and deep as his. So he took a breath, accepted it, and opened his eyes. One by one, he looked at them, his brothers, and he could see what they saw.

  She was all in, all the way th
ere for him. She held him like she’d been dying to, like she’d been in need, for him. Though she’d spent the week with his two friends, she’d still needed Sig. Like she hadn’t been complete until this moment.

  J.J. and Tyler looked back at him, and he took a moment to appreciate them. His good buddies, bright, handsome men, built strong like he was. With a strong desire for this woman.

  A desire that was producing some significant tenting action. Hard-ons for her very likely no different from the one he sported, still tucked up against her sweet spot. He wasn’t the only one with an interest in moving things along. Tyler, in fact, was reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out a condom and tossed it onto the couch next to Sig.

  He slowly shook his head once. “Nah,” he said. “I got tested. I’m going bare.”

  Tyler muttered a complaint, but Sig wasn’t paying attention because Indy had lifted her head to look at him. “I did, too,” she said.

  Of course she had. They’d agreed to it, and he hadn’t had a bit of doubt that she’d follow through.

  “What do you say we try it out then, eh?”

  She smiled and leaned back, giving him a good look at that gorgeous body. Her breasts were full, the tips rosy from the way J.J. had worked them. Her torso was long and lean, with a generous flare from her waist to her hips. Her pussy was bare, and, while he watched, she slid it along the length of his cock until the last of him disappeared.

  He growled out his pleasure when she had him nestled right at her opening. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed. He leaned back a bit, his shoulders pressing into the couch, and sighed out another moan. The action had him arching up in an absolutely perfect way.

  Indy lifted up, keeping the head of his cock tucked right where it was. She held there, and let him do the rest. Let him put his hands on her hips and bring her down, a long, slow penetration. He watched her eyes as he did it, and she watched back. A shudder went through her when he reached her depths, and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment.

  There’d never been anything like it for him. He had never, ever, been bare inside a woman. And he’d never loved a woman like this.

  She opened her eyes to him and smiled, her hands sliding over his on her hips, like she was holding him to her. Then she reached up one hand, rubbed her thumb over his lips, and told him she loved him.

  “Ja,” he said. “That’s good.” Only he said it like god, like his mormor would say.

  It was. He could trust that—she loved him, even if she loved two others, too.

  And it felt good, too—so spectacularly good.

  He moved his hands up those long, slow curves, until he reached her breasts. He cupped them and strummed over the nipples with his thumbs. Another shudder shimmered her, and he could feel it all the way down to his cock.

  “Ride me,” he said. “Kiss me and ride me.”

  She did it, leaning in, his hands still on her tits. She gripped the braids behind his neck and took hold. Her mouth was sweet but needy, like she’d draw him right inside if she could. Like she had with his cock.

  He loved it. She squirmed around on him, pleasing herself and absolutely driving him crazy.

  “Ah, God,” he murmured, totally happy, getting wild with it. “Jesus, baby. Indy.”

  His body was starting to lift up, thrusting into her. He saw movement and he knew Tyler was behind her now, on his knees. He’d slipped one hand around her, his fingers stimulating her clit. She hummed out an anxious breath and suddenly reared back. She raised her arms, arching back, thrusting her tits out so Sig could work them even harder, and he realized what had happened.

  He knew Tyler had pressed the fingers of his other hand up her ass. Knew it because he heard the squeal that was her instinctive response, her breath catching and her body shivering.

  He knew it because he could feel it, could feel the stretch and thrust of those fingers with his own cock.

  “Oh, God.”

  They’d both said it, as though they were feeling the same thing. As though that over-the-top, irresistible, devastating stimulation he felt was exactly the same for her. She rocked and shuddered, and he took control of her hips again, lifting her up so he could fuck into her.

  J.J. was at her side now, just behind her. He took one of her hands, where they’d been flailing helplessly around her head and carried it to his mouth. He kissed her knuckles, her fingers, and then used his teeth. With his other hand he took her breast, squeezing her nipple in that way that seemed rough but she obviously loved. The way that was stupendously hot to watch.

  She was moaning constantly, rocking her pelvis, riding down on him as he fucked into her and, making no secret of it, onto those fingers in her ass. She was going over and taking him with her, the wild erotic sounds and visuals of her pleasure, the rhythmic, irresistible clenching of her pussy around his cock entirely seductive.

  “Sigge. Sigge.”

  He was bucking under her, thrusting up so hard, using only his one good leg, that the couch was moving, driven back with the force of his shoves.

  “Ah! Aaah!”

  She shattered, flexing and spasming, one hand back in his braids and taking hold, like it was her last grasp, her one connection to sanity, to the world.

  There was no holding back for Sigge. He held her hips and tore into her, losing all conscious awareness of anything but what he was feeling. Thinking no longer of Tyler’s fingers in her ass but feeling it only, feeling the sweet, tight clasp of her cunt and the movement inside her ass that sent them both. He growled and then roared.

  He spilled into her as she convulsed, the glide of his cock suddenly hot and slippery with the harsh spurts of his cum. It was glorious, giving her those wet bursts, the most intimate of fluids, that very literal essence of himself.

  Every time. Every damn time in his life, until now, he’d thrown his semen away with a spent condom.

  She shuddered one last time, and he brought her down, wrapping her up in his arms.

  He’d just given her himself.

  * * * *

  “Here, girl.”

  Tyler had slid his fingers out of her ass when Sigge had taken her in his arms and she’d pretty much collapsed onto him. He’d disappeared for a minute—at a guess, washing his hands and fetching some supplies from his bag.

  That last was obvious, as a tube of lube had landed with a soft thud on the couch at Sigge’s side. A couple more condoms were included.

  “I’m not entirely happy about this,” Tyler went on, apparently speaking to her.

  He wasn’t entirely unhappy, either, because, as he spoke, he lifted her up and, since her legs were still wobbly, held her against him. He’d opened his jeans so his hard cock was there, against her lower belly, and it seemed to be very happy.

  That didn’t appear to count for him, though, as he went on. “You should have let me know you two had worked out a little get-tested, no-condom deal. Let Jage know, too.”

  He was moving as he spoke, placing her on the couch beside Sig, pulling her forward so when he knelt between her legs, well, things were perfectly lined up. He tore open a condom and shot Sig a look of displeasure, too. “We’ll take care of it first thing tomorrow. Right, Jage?”

  Tyler was still busy, covering himself with a condom and abruptly plunging into her. She was so ready for him—wet with Sigge’s cum, already so stretched by him.

  Even so, it was an event—the way he filled her, the fierce light in his eyes when he had her. That basic, male satisfaction in possession so obvious in all three men. She looked back at him, feeling an entirely equivalent female satisfaction—in acceptance, in…proprietorship.

  J.J. was looming over them, slowly, drawing her gaze, unfastening his belt. He finished that job and then opened his fly and slid out of his flannel slacks. He set them aside, neat as he almost always was with his clothes, and came back, taking a knee on the couch at her other side, away from Sig.

  “Yeah,” he said. “You should have let us know. Both of you should have.”r />
  But he didn’t really seem to expect an answer, because he’d used one hand to cup her head. And the other to rub his cock over her lips. “Open, sweetheart.”

  She was getting quite experienced at sucking cock now—no surprise, it pleased all of her men. But it turned out to please her, too. She liked to hear their groans as she licked and sucked them, and their growls as she took them down her throat. She loved to give it to them, that moment when they lost control, grasped her head, and plunged in. When they were all the way deep for that long, held breath. Then pulling back and helplessly pumping, spurting into her.

  She knew it was a wild turn-on for them, when she did it to one of them, or when one watched while she did it to another. Oddly, it gave her a sense of mastery, of power over them.

  So she met those pretty, brown eyes and opened.

  J.J. started gently, offering himself so she could kiss and lick him, wetting him. She heard Sigge softly curse and felt him turn closer to her. She put out a hand and found him, sliding down his chest and abs until she reached his cock. He was filling again, his shaft still resting along his leg but lengthening. She touched him, stroking, and it only took a minute for him to be upright and fully hard.

  Tyler apparently was paying attention. He’d been holding her hips, pumping into her, pleasing himself as her attention was elsewhere. But he wasn’t one to be out of the spotlight for long. “Babe,” he said, giving it a little emphasis with a pinch of her clit between his thumb and finger. He held her there, tugging rhythmically, and her attention wasn’t so scattered then.

  J.J. let go where he was holding her cheek, drew out, and let her turn to Tyler.

  Ty’s hazel eyes held a challenge. “You’re ready to take all of us, aren’t you? Because you belong to all of us, don’t you?”

  She was. She did. And she wanted to take them all. To please them all. “Yes,” she said. “I want you all.”

  “Good girl,” Tyler said, with a quirk to his lips and a final, cheery tweak to her clit. “Let’s do this.” He was talking and moving at the same time again, lifting her up and holding her to him, and turning so he was the one lying back on the couch. “Sig,” he instructed, “you’ve got her ass if you want it.”