Three Men and a Woman_Indiana

by Rachel Billings

  “Both of us?” he asked. He was asking her, searching her eyes as she faced him now, straddling Tyler and filled with his cock. “That’s what you want?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Please. Fuck my ass. Double-fuck me.”

  A fierce look crossed his features, his gaze fiery. He came up onto one knee and kissed her, a hot, intimate exchange. He palmed one breast while he did it, and she moaned into his mouth. He lifted up and watched her through a few breaths, his blue eyes piercing.

  “Ja,” he said. “Got it. What you want. What we all want.”

  He shared a gaze with both his friends in turn and then moved behind her, on his knees between Tyler’s legs. J.J. was crouching on the sofa now, one foot on the seat and a knee propped on the back. His hand was cupping her head again, readying, but he was waiting, watching.

  They were all watching, in fact, or he and Tyler were, anyway. Watching to see how she took it, filled as she was with Tyler, and waiting for Sig.

  Tyler had found his hold on her clit again and was slowly torturing her. He put the back of his other hand on her tit, pressing with two fingers so her nipple protruded between and then strumming with his thumb. Roughly strumming. J.J. was doing something with her other breast, and Indy shuddered, almost too distracted to notice.

  Because of what was happening behind her.

  She’d caught a glimpse of Sig’s hand reaching for the lube. Acutely aware of what was coming, she braced herself.

  But there was no touch to her anus, neither a sudden, rough taking nor a gentle readying. There was only Sig, his broad, warm chest coming against her back, his left arm wrapping around her, containing her, warming her. His breath was at her neck, his lips gliding along her skin. “I want this so much, sweetheart,” he told her.

  It happened then, finally. His fingers, cool and slippery with lube, touched her. She shuddered immediately, so ready for him, so primed. “Oh,” she whispered. “Oh, God.”

  She closed her eyes, unable to maintain contact with J.J. and Tyler as she succumbed to this final, intimate breaching. All of her attention was there, waiting for Sig’s next, slow advance. There was nothing tentative about it. He was going to fuck her ass, and they all knew it. She was fully aware that soon, there would be two hard, huge cocks thrusting roughly into her while another took her throat.

  But still, Sig teased. Every bit of progress he made was sure, determined. He was in no doubt of the outcome and was entirely clear in communicating it to her. But he went teasingly, inflamingly slowly.

  He breathed into her skin at her neck and shoulder, scraping with his teeth. And he touched her, just one finger, wet and cool, at her ass. He sucked at her neck, leaving her a bruise, and his finger circled. At the crook of her shoulder, he bit gently and pressed in, just that one finger, not thrusting but slowly making way with a firm flex of one knuckle.

  She ratcheted out a breath and he bit harder, a sting of pain. His finger circled, a reaming that was too determined to be called gentle.

  Tyler had held himself to just a steady rocking, but he’d kept both his hands busy. J.J. had pressed her face against him when she’d closed her eyes, rubbing his cock along her cheek. They all waited, seeming fully aware of Sig’s sweet torture. All aware of this moment, the first that she would accommodate all three of her men.

  She moaned Sig’s name as he penetrated her further, pressing two fingers into her, stretching, scissoring, and, finally, thrusting. She took it all until finally, finally, his cock pressed at her ass.

  He didn’t speak to her, just continued to hold her tightly with his arm across her waist and his teeth at her neck. He pressed there, the lube making his way slick, and, with a low groan, shoved in.

  She whimpered with the strain of it, accepting that second huge cock, becoming so full. Dimly, she heard Tyler curse in pleasure with it, obviously savoring the sweet carnality of sharing her body with his buddy.

  “Good, baby.” That was J.J., and he was moving now, bringing his cock to her mouth again and making his way in. Just barely, she had the presence of mind to wet her lips again and then him, so he could stroke easily into her. He got going, thrusting in, and someone took hold of her hips—Tyler, or Sig, she couldn’t be sure. Sig, she guessed, because someone still had fingers on her nipple and clit, and that was probably Tyler.

  Whoever it was, he muscled her up, lifting her a bit for the obvious thing that was coming—two big men, two big cocks, double-fucking her.

  Indy arched, touching every one of them, Sig, Tyler, and J.J., as she moved her arms and raised them over her head. Her tits thrust out like they were inviting that sweet torture from J.J.’s and Ty’s fingers. She took some of her weight on her knees, giving room for those hard cocks to work inside her.

  They took full advantage, just like she knew they would, just like they’d want. Like she wanted. She arched more and kept her arms raised, one falling back onto Sig’s shoulder now and the other sliding along J.J.’s arm. Her breasts thrust out, and she let them have her.

  It was glorious. The three men didn’t hold back. They used her body vigorously, thrusting in and filling her in every possible way, tweaking and rubbing her, finding every sensitive nerve and stimulating it ruthlessly. They told her what they were doing to her, too, told her how it felt. How they felt about it.

  Sig was at her ear, speaking roughly, darkly. “I love this,” he told her, thrusting deep and holding while Tyler still pounded into her. “I love your ass. You’re so fucking tight.” His voice shuddered in pleasure. “I love feeling Ty fuck you. That’s so good.”

  Then he was moving again, working into her in rhythm with Ty. That one growled and pinched harder at her clit. “This cunt is mine, isn’t it, baby? It’s all fucking mine.” He was arching up now with the force of it, fucking hard into her, but still not losing pace with his fingers. “I’m going to watch you come. We’re going to blow you apart.”

  J.J. pumped into her mouth, every few strokes going down her throat. His hand cupped her head, alternating between a gentle caress and a compelling grip when he went deep. “Good girl, good girl,” he’d say then. “That’s so fucking good.”

  Indy was surrounded by them, utterly possessed by them, and delirious with it. They each thrust harder and harder, driving her wild. There was heat, almost scorching, where Sig fucked her ass and Ty stretched her pussy. Every bit of her was filled and stimulated, all of their attention bent on pleasing her—and themselves.

  The tension grew and grew. Indy’s body bowed, arching with overwhelming need. She was mindless with it, crying out, nearly shuddering. And then she was, a devastating orgasm gathering, rising.

  She moaned around J.J.’s cock. He recognized her need and pulled out, letting her gasp for air, letting her wail. He kept hold of her head though, drawing her gaze to his. He used his other hand to stroke his cock.

  They were all groaning now, all three men reaching their limits, too. They howled while Tyler and Sig pounded into her. Indy shattered, flailing, bucking, screaming. She spasmed as wave after wave of pleasure ravaged her body.

  Her men were with her. Tyler growled first, his pinch on her nipple tightening, and he thrust up into her, fucking himself into orgasm. He arched back, his strong body flexing and lifting her with the power of his come.

  Sigge was right with him, no doubt driven on by Tyler’s wild thrusts. Sig’s grip at her hips was bruising-hard, clutching her, securing her, as his climax tore through him. J.J. was there, too, his hand working his cock even has he kept her face turned up toward him. He came with loud pleasure, his cum spurting out into her mouth and down her neck.

  Endlessly, like this shared experience was all of her world, all of her existence, forever. Indy rocked and shuddered, even after they had collapsed around her. Sigge’s weight fell against her back, squeezing her against Ty’s hard chest. J.J. had gone to his knees, one arm around her shoulders, his head dropped against hers as they all labored for breath.

  Aftershocks of pleasure s
till shook her, sending sweet jolts coursing through her body. But it wasn’t all physical. They’d formed a bond with this shared lovemaking, a palpable connection that stunned Indy with its power. She loved them, each of them, fully and deeply. Bindingly.

  It seemed like forever that they all four held there in complete collapse. Sig stirred first, trailing his lips down her spine as he slid his long cock out of her. He nuzzled into the hollow of her back, his grip on her losing strength but not letting go. “I love you, Indiana.”

  The others said it, too, J.J. with a soft kiss and Tyler with warm, encouraging strokes along one arm. Indy could barely move, but she found Ty and Sig with her hands and held on. She opened her eyes to J.J. and said it back. “I love you. I love you all.”

  * * * *

  Tyler didn’t want to move. Ever.

  He’d gotten his arms around Indy. It wasn’t necessarily easy. Jage had one arm across her shoulders, and Sig had circled one of his around her hips. But still, he’d found a way, even if he’d had to nudge the others around a bit. He’d gotten there, and he was as content as he’d ever been.

  As happy, here with his buddies and their spectacular woman, as he could imagine being. It rivaled running all out for the end zone, watching the ball sail through the air into his hands, leaping over the second-to-last defensive man, and battling the very last defensive man for possession to make the last-game-of-the-season winning touchdown.

  Really. It was that fucking good. He’d been there, and he was every bit as satisfied with this moment.

  Their girl was collapsed on his chest, and he had a little of Sig’s weight there, too. Enough that he’d had to work for those first few breaths after they’d all gone over, that incredible shared climax that had fucking blown his mind. He was sawing for breath a bit, his chest heaving, at the same time he wanted Indy nothing but closer.

  “We’re not done,” he managed, with the first full breath he could draw. “Not done.”

  Because he wanted her ass again, to be there while one of his pals filled her cunt, so they both had her so full again that she was crazed. He didn’t mind that visual of a big cock going down her throat either. He liked—he loved—that their woman could take them all, please them all.

  He’d remembered, when Jage had brought it up, reminiscing about that night they’d shared Victoria Mancini’s hot little body. Jage had been right. Up to that time, that had been their best, craziest sexual experience ever. It had been for him, and Jage had said so himself, and Ty was certain it was true for Sig, too. He was pretty sure he was right in thinking Sig had been fairly inhibited in his sex life except for when his buddies had gotten him to let loose.

  So he was happy and stayed happy when, finally, they gathered up enough energy to move. They gave Indy a little quiet time in the hot tub in Sig’s swank master bath. And later, when they’d all joined her again—literally, with Jage in her cunt and Ty happily doing her in the ass and Sig taking her throat—in Sig’s big king bed. They’d rocked each other’s worlds again.

  Later still, when they’d eaten in and watched a movie together. And even after that, when Sig had carried her off to his bed and Ty and J.J. had gone alone to the bedrooms they used in Sig’s big house.

  And even the morning, when he came down to the kitchen to J.J.’s expertly brewed coffee and a hearty breakfast the dude was cooking up. Sig, appearing fresh from the shower, joined them just as J.J. was dishing up omelets, fried potatoes, and, likely in deference to their girl, some mixed berries and fruit.

  They all looked at each other in happy satisfaction, because, what else was good in life? Tyler was ready to move on, and he asked the question he’d been pondering overnight. “So, how do we get Indy to marry us?”

  J.J. lifted a brow. “Do you mean, how do we handle the social and legal logistics, or how do we get her to agree to it?”

  Ty and Sig spoke together. “Logistics.”

  And that was the moment he became unhappy, because another voice came from the doorway, and it was saying the wrong thing. “Her agreement.”

  Ty turned, and they all three looked at Indy, who was just about drowning in Sig’s terrycloth robe, hair still wet, looking sweetly fresh and innocent.

  Silently, J.J. got up and poured her a mug, adding stuff from the counter like he knew exactly how she drank her coffee, which he no doubt did. He handed it to her, pressing her hands around it with his own, and then nodded her to the table. She murmured her thanks and sat, still warming her hands on the mug, and looked around at her…posse of men.

  She stopped when she got to Tyler and held his gaze. Maybe his arms crossed over his chest indicated that whole unhappy-now deal.

  “You’re not going to marry us?” he asked. Demanded, he supposed, was closer to the truth.

  “Tyler,” she said. “We haven’t even known each other two weeks. And we’re not talking about something even approaching normal. Not a simple marriage, like there even is such a thing, but something out there. Way out there.”

  “We’ve known each other more than half our lives.” He gestured around the table, indicating the three men. “We’ve found the woman we want, and, guess what? It’s you.”

  She shook her head. “You can’t know that. Not so soon. I can’t expect the three of you to make that kind of commitment, to limit your futures so much, on the basis of less than two weeks.”

  “We know what we want,” Ty affirmed. “None of us has any doubts.”

  “You should have. Think about what you’re doing. You can’t all three be so positive. It’s like you all jumped on the same roller coaster. At least one of you should get off, get a little perspective.”

  Now Tyler shook his head. “It’s just the opposite. The fact that we all feel the same just confirms we’re right. It’s not like one of us hooked up with a woman, got in over his head, and the other two are rolling their eyes behind his back. Like with Sig a few months back—”

  “Hey,” Sig objected. “Veronica, you mean?”

  Indy looked very interested, but Ty waved the issue away with his hand.

  Sig wasn’t done, though. “You guys were rolling your eyes?”

  Ty lifted a shoulder. “She was an obvious gold-digger.”

  “Why didn’t you say so?”

  That was easy. “Because you never got as far as proposing. You never asked us to stand up for you.”

  Sig looked over at Jage, who nodded his agreement. “We trusted you to figure it out. You did.” J.J.’s gaze went to Indy. “Ty’s right,” he told her. “We’ve all found what we want in a woman. That it’s the same—what we want, and that it’s you—well, it makes perfect sense. Like he says, it’s confirmation by our most trusted sources.”

  That deflated Indy a bit, and Ty wasn’t one to miss a moment of weakness in an adversary. He reached out for her hand, happy she let him pry it away from her coffee mug. “So, baby. Indy. Will you marry us?”

  He was still unhappy, though, because she was shaking her head again.

  “It’s too soon for such a big decision. Like I said, we’re not talking about something simple. I don’t want you guys to regret—any of you, any one or all of you—limiting yourselves this way.”

  Ty was ready to talk over her. He knew he could convince her, but J.J. had lifted a couple silencing fingers toward him.

  “That doesn’t sound exactly like a no,” Jage said.

  “It’s not,” she said, but she took her time about it, and Tyler knew there were three sighs of relief when she finally spoke.

  But he wanted the deal nailed down. “You want more time,” he said.

  “Yes.”

  “How much?”

  She frowned at him, but he lifted a brow, not letting her off the hook.

  “Six months?”

  “No. In six months we’ll be back in preseason. We’ll be too busy.”

  “Too busy to talk about it?”

  “We’re not talking about talking about it. We’re talking about doing it. You
already didn’t say no.”

  “Not saying no is not the same as saying yes.” Her voice rose a bit on that.

  Tyler waved that away. He wasn’t going to give her another chance to turn them down. “One month.”

  “No!” she said. But he knew how to negotiate, so he just looked at her, one brow lifted, until she relented. “Four months.”

  “One month from now.”

  Like a girl, she objected. Like she didn’t know she was already beaten. “You already said one month.”

  “I meant one month from when we met. Now I’m saying one month from now.”

  She spoke with a lot of emphasis. “Too soon.”

  “All right,” he said. “Two months. Final offer.”

  She nodded once, no slouch herself at this business. “Two months. From now. And we’ll talk.”

  Dammit. She paid attention to the fine print.

  Still— “Done.” He looked at Sigge and J.J. and got nods back from them.

  They were on.

  But Tyler had her against the ropes, and he wasn’t letting her off easy. “There’s going to be a real wedding. You’re gonna have a dress.”

  She shook her head, but he nodded his. “We’re going to be in tuxes,” he told her.

  He grinned, happy again, as he watched her struggle with it. She might not want to go all Bridal Barbie, but how could she say no to her three men in tuxes?

  Epilogue

  Three years later

  Sigge handed Ife over to her grandmother and went back to the window to put his arm around Indy. They were in a skybox, watching the Super Bowl, and his wife was suffering over it. Both Tyler and J.J. were on the field, though never at the same time since they held offensive positions on opposing teams. Good thing, because that probably would have sent Indy over the top. She’d had to watch Sig put J.J. on his ass a few times in the last couple years, and that hadn’t gone over so well for her. As it was, she couldn’t choose a team and solved the problem by rooting for whichever offense had the field.