Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  A couple days they took outings that pleased them both. At the natural history museum she learned he had an unexpected, informed interest in ancient cultures. At the art museum, she learned he could bring them both to a wicked, absolutely silent orgasm in a stall in the men’s bathroom.

  He spent as much time with her as he could. It warmed her, reassured her. To her mind, to her heart, it meant he wanted her.

  She took solace from it, the desire for her that he expressed indirectly in this way. It was a comfort, a contrast to his more brusque moments, those times when he even now treated her like she was just a good fuck.

  If he was in love, he was still resisting it.

  As the end of the week neared, the sadness of impending loss became oppressive.

  “Why do you come to me every night?” he asked when they were in his bed one night shortly before he would leave. “Don’t Ro and Kevin want you to spend the night with them?”

  She rubbed her cheek along the soft skin of his wrist. “You know how, when a mother is asked which of her children she loves the most? And she’ll say, whichever one needs it the most that the time. It’s like that.”

  “You’re saying I need you the most.”

  “For now, yes. And I need you.”

  He lifted her face with his thumb and kissed her. “What about when I’m not here? Who do you sleep with?”

  She lifted a shoulder. “It depends. I love both Kev and Ro. But they’re different men. Ro is calm and steady. It’s a comfort to sleep with him. He was my first among you, and he loves me so much. Sometimes it’s just so wonderful to be with him. He’s my rock.

  “Kev is randier, his moods more volatile. He’s bold and demanding, almost careless. He’s not sweet or cuddly. But when he’s done, he’s taken everything from me, wrung us both out. What’s left is raw and so—I don’t know. So basic. It’s very powerful and, in its way, fundamental. It’s a kind of primal connection.”

  “And me?”

  Annabelle searched his eyes while she pressed her palm to his cheek. “You’re darker, needier. You have the strongest urge to dominate. You don’t like wanting me the way you do, so you resist it.”

  She stroked along his face, feeling the rough texture of his day’s growth of beard, a reminder of his extreme masculinity. She shook her head. “No, that’s not quite right. You don’t mind wanting me. You’re comfortable with that—seeing a woman as a cunt, something to use, to fuck for your pleasure.

  “What you don’t like is that you love me. That’s what you resist. You need love, there, deep in your heart, your soul.” She rubbed his chest. “And you don’t like being needy. So you’re brash, rough. You tie me up, you dominate. You fuck my ass so you don’t see my face. You do those things so you can pretend I don’t matter, that I’m just a cunt.”

  “No,” he said. “I do them because they’re fucking fun. I love you tied up, and on your knees. And I love fucking your ass. It’s the best ass I’ve ever had.”

  She nodded. His harsh words didn’t hurt her. She could see that bit of fear behind them, that denial of his deeper feelings.

  There were moments when he was fucking her that she could see it, the truth of his love for her. There were times, when he was deep inside her, when he kissed her and gazed into her eyes and made wonderful love to her, that she knew it was there.

  That was what hurt, what would cause her heart to break when he walked out of their lives.

  He was so ultimately male, so strong. Yet somehow, he’d been made to feel that loving a woman—not just wanting her or fucking her—was a weakness.

  Yes, he needed her the most. He would until he could accept that loving her, and being loved by her, made him stronger, not weaker.

  He took her mouth, fully, aggressively. “In fact, I want it now. Roll over.”

  * * * *

  Two days later he was gone, taking the red-eye to California. He’d spent the day at home with her. They hadn’t even pretended to work. As soon as Ro and Kevin had left for the theater, he took her to his bed.

  She lost track of the number of times he fucked her. After a while, she’d collapse in exhaustion, only to be woken again with him thrusting into her. He was tender then hard, gentle then rough.

  His words were never tender, though. His touch was, sometimes, and his gaze on her. But always his words were brutish, about fucking and reaming and coming. They were commands and directives, all domination.

  She let him have his way. She loved him, loved the way he used her, loved his hunger for her. She didn’t want it any different. And she knew that he was harsh now, more than usual, because he was forcing himself to leave her.

  Ro and Kevin were back before he left. They were there to wish him well and hug him good-bye. They were there to hold her, supporting her between them while Braeden gave her a long, needy kiss.

  He had no words for her as he left, just one last, lingering stare.

  That night, for the first time, she slept all night with both Rowen and Kevin.

  She’d been amused, always, at how careful the two men were to be clear that, in their shared love affair, their sexual feelings were all directed entirely and only toward her. Each one loved the feeling of the other man fucking her while his own cock was also shoved up inside her, but it was clearly her body that was giving them pleasure.

  She was always in between them, like a buffer zone. At most, their arms might brush as they held her, securing her for a fuck, or their hands touch as they grasped her, pleasuring her or themselves.

  And when they double-fucked her, both of them having her in one guy’s bed, the other would always take off when they were done, going to sleep in his own bed.

  They loved the same woman, they fucked her together, but they weren’t gay.

  She considered it sweet, so totally like her men, and also a bit silly. They all loved each other. She would have been perfectly happy for the three of them to get pleasure from each other in any way at all. But they were such guys—they were off limits to one another.

  In any case, she was grateful that, for this one night, they broke their unwritten rule that they wouldn’t both spend the whole night with her in one bed.

  She needed them both.

  She hadn’t kept the tears back at the door, when Braeden had finally turned away from her. They’d both held her as she’d sniffled.

  For once, neither had been demanding sexually. But she knew there was only one thing that would help her feel better. Well, okay, two things. So she’d lifted up to kiss Rowen and then turned to kiss Kevin. It didn’t take her guys long to get the message. In about two seconds they started fondling her.

  Kevin had her mouth, playing with her with his tongue, when he tugged her blouse and bra down to free her breast. He palmed it, massaging it against her chest, chafing her nipple, rubbing it to a hard point. On her other side, Ro nibbled at her neck, scraping with his teeth and sucking love marks onto her skin. He put his hands on her, one in front and one in back. He slid them down until he reached the hem of her short skirt.

  He rucked the fabric up from both directions until he found skin. From the back, his fingers slid down the seam of her ass to her little hole. With one finger, he circled around, stimulating the nerves there, taunting, letting her know what was coming. In the front, he grasped her clit with his thumb and two fingers. He tugged and then circled around, kneading, pinching, drawing on her.

  She swayed into them so Kevin wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, securing her against his body. Her helpless moans egged them on—Kevin bared her other breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth, drawing hard. Rowen took her mouth back, then pushed his finger deep into her ass. The lack of lubrication causing an abrasive, prickly sensation that brought an earthy groan from her. The two fingers that had been rubbing her clit slid into her wet cunt. She huffed out a breath as he started fucking her roughly with them, pushing his thumb up against her clit.

  She was defenseless against it, that
over-the-top stimulation to every sexual nerve she owned. They didn’t stop a bit of it, just drove her higher and higher. Ro didn’t even let her mouth go, so she had to gasp for air, sucking his tongue even further into her mouth.

  Her body shivered uncontrollably, every nerve starting to fire with overwhelming pleasure. Her knees gave way as she convulsed so that Kev grasped her harder and Rowen’s fingers dug deeper, shoring her up with his possession of her ass and cunt.

  They spoke to each other as they did her.

  “Do you have her ass?”

  “Yeah. Suck that tit.”

  “Christ, she’s hot.”

  “Shit, yeah. She’s creaming my fingers.”

  And to her.

  “That’s it, baby, take it. I’m gonna shove my fingers up your hot cunt.”

  “Ride him, puss. Let him finger-fuck your ass. You know you like it.”

  “You’re so fucking hot, baby. You love what we’re doing to you, don’t you?”

  “Come, puss. Let it happen. We’ve got you.”

  She couldn’t hold back her own words. “Harder, Kev,” she begged. “Suck my nipple hard. More, Rowen. I want your finger up my ass. Two fingers. Do it. Hurry. My cunt, too. Harder, Ro. Faster.”

  Orgasmic waves crashed over her. Beyond control, her body jerked and shuddered. Kevin tightened his grip on her nipples when her involuntary movements threatened his grasp.

  The intensity of pleasure was almost painful then, his fingers yanking to keep hold even when her body bucked away from him. At the same time she ground down against the fingers that impaled her, gyrating in an instinctive effort to escape the overwhelming stimulation.

  They were chuckling as she collapsed, finally spent.

  “Guess she liked that okay,” Rowen said. He slipped his fingers out of her and draped her arms over Kevin’s shoulders. “Think we should let her rest?”

  In what she knew was an old joke for them, they looked at each other over her head.

  “Nah,” they both said. “Double-fuck.”

  Kevin held her while Rowen unfastened her skirt and slid it away. Then they leaned her back against Ro while Kevin did the same with her blouse and bra. He copped a couple gratuitous feels of her tits while he did it. He stood back, enjoying his view of her, while he took his own clothes off.

  Annabelle had stirred enough by this time to enjoy the view she had, too—one hot stud with a big hard cock eagerly seeking her pussy, like a divining rod searching for water. Since there was a second hot stud with an equally distended cock pressing against her ass, she knew she was in for a fucking.

  “Bring her over here.”

  Kev walked over to the couch. He grabbed some lube and then sat back, lounging, his cock jutting up.

  Rowen herded her over. “Ass or cunt?”

  “Ass.”

  Ro positioned her with her ass facing Kev. Kev used his feet to move hers, spreading her legs. “Lower her down a little.”

  Ro did what he said, holding her close against his body, making sure her tits dragged along his chest while he let her slide down.

  Then she was there, ass poised for Kev. He murmured his appreciation. Without otherwise touching her, he shot a wad of lube right up her.

  She shuddered at the abrupt invasion, the sensation cold and raw.

  “Bring her down.”

  Ro lowered her a little at a time. She moaned when she came up against the pressure of Kev’s big cockhead and shivered as he started to push in.

  “That’s it, puss,” he said. “Take me. I fucking love your ass.”

  He used his hands on her hips to control her as she started to resist that near-painful, wicked invasion. “Don’t even try, puss. You know you want it.”

  She felt every inch of him slide in, stretching, filling. She whimpered a little with the exquisite strain of it as her body accommodated to his size.

  Kevin groaned out in triumphant pleasure, keeping her hips held tight as he ground into her.

  In the meantime, Ro had torn off his shirt and worked his pants open to release his dick. He gripped her hair, holding her head back while he rubbed his cock over her lips. “Here, babe. Suck me.”

  She opened and took him in. He restrained her head, taking charge of the depth of his penetration, at the same time he started milking one nipple.

  By the sounds of it, they were both very happy. And she was, too. She loved having their cocks fill her, loved the way they used her body, even loved their dom tendencies.

  She knew that Ro wouldn’t come in her mouth. When they wanted a double-fuck, they went for the gold, taking her ass and cunt.

  As she predicted, after a few deep thrusts, Ro pulled out of her mouth. “Lay her back.”

  “Fuck, yeah. Come on, puss.”

  Kevin put his hands beneath her breasts and pulled her back against him. They adjusted positions a bit, angling her until Kev had a little room for thrusting, and her pussy was wide open, all ready for that second cock.

  Kev’s hands clutched her breasts, working her nipples. Ro knelt between her legs.

  “Suck her, man.” Kev said, the devil. “Make her come again before we double-team her.”

  Ro was already tugging at her clit, watching her with a fiendish gleam in his eyes. “Now there’s a fine idea, right, babe?”

  “No,” Annabelle moaned. She didn’t think she could take it. She was so full of Kevin’s cock and already wracked by that last orgasm. It wasn’t like they wouldn’t make her come again while they double-fucked her. “Just fuck me, Ro. I can’t take more than that.”

  The devil grinned and looked at Kev. “Sounds like a challenge. I’m going down.”

  Abruptly he closed his hot mouth over her clit. He sucked her in, using his tongue to stroke her.

  Within minutes she was panting, trying to arch away from him, chanting, “No, no.”

  Kevin rolled her nipples, squeezing them just the way she loved. He took advantage of her efforts to escape Ro’s wicked mouth, thrusting into her every time she moved. All the while, he encouraged her, urging her on. “Come on, puss. Let him eat you. Your cunt tastes so good.”

  Pretty soon she wasn’t so sure she was trying to escape Ro’s mouth as much as seek it, not trying to wriggle away so much as bring herself down on Kev’s thrusting cock. But she was still chanting, “No, no.” Until she was moaning it. Then screaming it.

  She came hard, bucking back against Kev’s hard body, rocking up to get the most stimulation to her clit.

  She was hardly aware as the men spoke. Kevin was urging Ro to hurry it the fuck up because he was about to come. Ro was telling Kev to hold her legs open.

  She hadn’t even started to come down when Ro drove himself deep into her. Kevin had grabbed her legs and pulled her wide open. Both of them slammed into her. Nothing gentle about it, just both studs rutting into her. No polite turn taking, but great, hard, simultaneous fucks. Ro mauled her tits, arching back and howling his pleasure. Kevin had her splayed open, using the grasp he had on her thighs as counter to his thrusts.

  Annabelle was helpless as they heaved into her. She was so full with them, so stretched that each movement overstimulated her, each thrust made her shriek. She had a prolonged, frantic climax, driven higher and higher until she was insane with it, convulsing endlessly.

  Ro and Kev were lost to it, also, wildly fucking, their bodies pumping into her, their breaths exhaling in feral groans and curses. It seemed they drove each other on until they both came to a frenzied peak. They shoved into her then held, the force of their thrusts lifting her up, impaled. Then they spasmed, their hot cum flooding into her, warming and soothing her.

  Annabelle wasn’t sure she was entirely conscious for what happened next. The three of them spent a long time collapsed on the couch, waiting for breath and sanity to return. Then one of them lifted her and carried her to bed. She fell asleep, encircled by four strong male arms.

  Chapter Nine

  It was two weeks later, nearly dusk on a long C
alifornia evening, when Annabelle knocked on Bill’s door. She’d come unannounced. She’d spoken with her parents just a few days ago, and they’d told her they were taking a break and traveling to the coast for a couple weeks.

  She knew what to read between those lines now, knew where to find them.

  She had to bite back a grin when her father answered the door. He wasn’t just surprised, but stunned. He stuttered, and his face turned red.

  “Annie,” he sputtered. “Is everything okay?”

  She’d never been to Bill’s house. In fact, she’d rarely seen him since she’d moved out of her parents’ home after college. Annabelle suspected they’d always made sure that her visits never coincided with Bill’s. Still, she’d known him well through her childhood, and they’d always kept in touch in a casual way by exchanging Christmas cards and an occasional e-mail.

  Bill’s house was typical Silicon Valley—all sharp angles of glass, stone, and wood. It contrasted distinctly with her parents’ home, which was an old brownstone whose edges were softened by age, filled with furnishings that were also old, soft, and welcoming.

  Her father finally collected himself and invited her in, wrapping her in a warm hug. She glanced around, noticing that the interior matched the exterior. The fixtures and furniture had more of the same glass and wood and angles.

  “Yes,” she assured him. “I’m fine. I just wanted to see you and Mom.” And Bill. “I wanted to talk to you.”

  “Well, come in.” He held her arm and pulled her through the great room. He paused to switch off the big screen, where he’d been watching tennis. He took her through the house to an outdoor stone terrace. “Here, have a seat. I’ll go get your mother.” He ran a hand through his thinning hair. “And Bill’s here, too, uh, of course.”

  He turned and escaped, still rattled in a way she’d never seen. He’d pointed her to a lovely seating area. It was more sleek wood that matched the outdoor dining set but made comfortable by deep cushions. The chairs formed an arc around a fire pit and faced out over the terrace wall for a view of formal, xeriscaped gardens.