by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue
“Hey,” Fletch barked. “Sharing is caring, man.” He pulled gently on my shoulder. “Tolly, turn on Drake’s lap. Face me.”
His effortless command had me obeying without question. I swung my legs to the front, then leaned back on Drake’s wide chest. The move offered my breasts to Fletcher like a reward.
“Jesus Christ, Newland. You weren’t kidding.” He raised his hands, cupping me through the fabric of my bra.
It wasn’t too late to stop. All I had to do was—
“Oh my God.” The moan spilled from me almost automatically, as Fletcher bent forward and kissed what he could of my breast, spilling from the demi cup of my bra. All right, maybe he even encouraged the swell a little, pushing it up with his steady, powerful hand. He licked at my skin, leaving a warm, wet trail across my flesh. I needed more. But just when I moved to grip his head, Drake circled each of my wrists with his fingers, then lifted my arms up and back, clasping them behind his head. I was so open and vulnerable now, completely offered up to Fletcher’s hungry mouth.
“Fuck, woman.” Fletcher’s reaction was a chainsaw of sensuality. “You’re going to be my goddamn death. Do you realize what you’re doing to me?” As he reached between his legs, gripping himself through his slacks, my eyes grew wide. Oh, this was…interesting. And so, so hot. I swallowed hard, fixated on the outline of his cock in his hand, straining through the fabric, begging to be set free.
“We—we really should stop.”
“No.” This time they answered in unison. “We shouldn’t.”
But Fletcher could see the war going on inside my head. There was a mental game of shirts versus skins happening on the playground of my mind, and by the goose bumps breaking out across my flesh, I knew which team I was on. But would winning mean giving in to the ache growing deep in my core or fighting off the pleasure they could give me together?
A sharp pinch to my nipple snapped me from the musing. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure as Drake extended the pressure to my sensitive tip.
“Stay right here with us, baby. No drifting off. No listening to the negative crap you’re brewing inside that beautiful little mind.”
“I wasn’t—” my words were cut off by another pinch, focusing on the other nipple. “Ohhhh, shit. Oh-oh-okay.” The last word twined with a groan—as my panties got even wetter.
Fletcher’s eyes sparkled with the light of fresh discovery. “Someone likes that more than she can reason through, hmm?”
“No,” I protested. “It’s just—” Drake twisted my nipple harder, cutting off thought entirely. I sighed, breathy and needy. “Okay, ummm…yeah. Th-that feels good.”
“Good girl,” Fletcher crooned. “Let it go. Just feel us. We will be so good to you.”
By now, I was swimming in a lust-filled haze. Instead, I whimpered and sighed, subdued and seduced. I should’ve still been fighting it. Fighting them. It was wrong to feel this good. It had to be.
But this time, my own thoughts were my traitors. While I wrestled through my inner turmoil, Fletcher unhooked my bra then slid the straps down my arms. As they reached my elbows, he stopped. He studied me twice as intently as before, almost as if daring me to stop him now.
And I couldn’t. God, I just couldn’t do it. I just…wanted to feel like this forever. Cherished. Desired. The complete focus of two sinfully inviting men. I wanted an eternity of floating in the clouds above my own body. Of feeling every cell as if it had been newly crafted by fate, especially for the purpose of pleasing these men in every way possible.
As my bra fell away, warm hands took its place. My breasts weren’t oversized, but they filled Drake’s palms with their flesh. He completely appreciated that fact, judging by the leonine growl at my ear and the ridge pushing even harder against my ass. He swiveled his hips under me now, matching the tempo of his hands.
“Fuck me. What a sight.” Fletcher moved closer still, plunging in to kiss my jaw and cheeks before finally diving back into my mouth. I felt like I could get off just from the attention they were both lavishing on me, especially if I angled back a bit. If I ground my clit right on Drake’s—oh yeah, just like that.
A little keening noise came from my throat, making Fletcher pull back from our kiss and smile. “This dry humping you two have going on is making me ridiculously hard. And fucking jealous.”
Drake responded with something between a chuckle and a growl. “She feels so damn good, man.”
“Asshole,” Fletch jibed.
“But we need to take this to the bed. Or the sofa. Fuck, even the floor’s a good choice. Talia…baby…I need to see all of you.”
Fletcher pulled me forward, off Drake’s lap. But when I was up, he kept his arms tight around my waist, balancing me as I stood. Thank God for it. My head had really turned upside down, and I probably would have stumbled without him. I sagged heavily into his chest, inhaling his distinct, expensive smell. The man always smelled so amazing. Fletcher Ford’s scent was all fashion model and high-end department store, the finest colognes lingering on his skin as if he’d been genetically engineered to wear the stuff. That being said, he was never just a wall of smell when near. He probably used the whole line of products. It was spicy and comforting, and so deep in his flesh I could burrow my face in his chest all day.
In contrast, Drake was earth and woods, a lot like the cabin Mama and Papa rented in Big Bear during our winter breaks from school. It wasn’t strictly pine, more of a mixture of all the trees and plants that grew up there that we didn’t see in San Diego.
I was so lost in my olfactory musings that when the backs of my knees hit the sofa, I jumped.
“Easy, baby,” Drake soothed. “Just sit down. We want to get more comfortable with you.”
Comfortable? They wanted to get “comfortable”, when all I could think of was how hot they’d have to make my blood before spontaneous combustion occurred?
On that inspiring thought, I sank to the sofa. They followed, one man on either side—my favorite proverbial “move” of theirs. With a pair of efficient swoops, they yanked free the back cushions and tossed them to the floor behind, growing the “let’s get comfortable” depth by two.
“Lay back, sweet girl.”
They moved again. Drake scooted to kneel on the floor while Fletcher easily slid behind me. It was a little disconcerting, just how perfectly I fitted into the curve of his body when we laid down. Drake reached up, fanning my hair out above us, making me even more comfortable despite the majestic sight of his power at work. I admired his every move, watching how the muscles worked along the length of his arm. I could only imagine what he looked like underneath his clothes. On the few occasions I’d managed to sneak in a friendly touch, he’d felt like a brick house—the industrial prison cell ones, not the curvy decorative patio kind. I yearned to learn it all now for myself.
And apparently, I was transparent about it, too. Drake leaned in, tapping on my temple, “What’s going on in there?”
Yikes. Embarrassment—again. I was going to have to get better at hiding my thoughts. Clearly, they ran across my face like a streaker at a football game.
“Nothing.” I tried a sweet smile, attempting to distract him.
His own forehead furrowed. “You don’t have to hide from either of us, Talia. If you haven’t figured it out by now, the things we want to do with you are very…specific.”
“He means intimate,” Fletcher’s tone teased. A little. The rest was pure, fluent sexual intent.
“There’s no room for hiding or lying when we are all together. You won’t get that from us, and we expect none of it in return. So let’s try again, hmm?”
Wait. Whaaaa?
No. Uh-uh. I really couldn’t do this. If their purpose was to indulge a little fling while we were here in this room, fine. Maybe. I was close to considering it. But after that solemn, stern lecture? What was going on? Had they been writing our wedding vows in their spare time? And how ludicrous was that to think of on its own? Wedding vows.
As if three people could much less live together in that kind of way, let alone put rings on it. As if anyone in the normal world would ever be okay with that.
“Seriously, nothing. I was just enjoying all of the attention. You two are going to have me so spoiled by the end of this weekend.”
Fletcher curled a hand against my face, tugging me around to gaze at him. “You don’t know the half of it yet.” His promise was as velvety-smooth as his eyes, drawing me closer until our lips met. He yanked me down harder, consuming my mouth with his own. Okay, so that ceased Drake’s cross-examination, but I was now on another hook entirely—and wasn’t sure I wanted off. I sank into the kiss, reveling in the feel of Fletch’s mouth controlling mine, and tried to let go of all the anxiety.
Well, most.
I really needed to pick one side or the other. Throw myself totally into this sea of lust or run for the safety of the shore, far, far away from these tidal waves disguised as men. I couldn’t stay here and even hope to win the battle by ‘talking” to them anymore. I was doomed if I stayed, especially with the full talent of Fletcher Ford’s mouth now unleashed on me. His lips were so agile and his tongue was so skilled, working its sinful magic all over my cheek, jaw and neck. I sighed as he pushed up on his elbow in order to loom farther over me, gazing into my face before covering my mouth once more.
My control slipped another notch. I mewled in protest but it dropped again. Oh, how I wanted to give myself over to him…in every carnal sense of the word. As he sucked and nibbled, played and teased, I felt myself drowning deeper…deeper.
Warm kisses covered my belly. So Drake was over his inquisition…and decided to play with us. Yikes. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Or did I even need to keep caring? Option two felt more logical by the second, as he drew lazy, wanton circles on my flesh…at last ending up along the waistband of my pants.
“God!” I exclaimed.
“Drake will do,” he growled, nuzzling my navel with his nose. With his teeth, he nibbled my tummy in all the places where I’d normally be ticklish. Nothing about what I felt was remotely funny. I willed him to go lower; silently begged him to continue his path downward. The ache between my legs was palpable, unbearable. I throbbed. I quivered. I lusted.
When he dipped a hand into my pants, I nearly leapt off the sofa. My skin had become so sensitive, all of my blood surging to the surface of my intimate lips, as well as the coil of sensitive nerves at their center.
Please don’t stop.
The words ran through my head on a continuous loop. Just don’t stop.
His long fingers dipped below the satin of my panties. I pushed my hips up in invitation. “Ohhhhh!”
“That’s it baby. Give it to me. You’re so warm in here. So inviting.”
I couldn’t answer his dirty talk. Not in…specifics. But it didn’t really matter. His smile told me as much. It grew, so dazzling and beautiful in his dark face, as I pushed my mound into his hand again.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever touched, Talia. Your body feels so good under my hand. I’m going to make you come this way, with my fingers. Fletcher’s going to kiss you and caress you and make you feel good…and I’m going to take care of the rest.”
I moaned as he twirled his fingers through my wetness. Finally. My clit throbbed in double-time with my pulse, leading the way toward my elusive, perfect explosion. I wanted it so badly now, and would resort to any manner of moaning, wheedling, or bargaining for it. I wasn’t normally so free with my sexuality, but together, they made me feel safe…so desired.
I reached out to touch one of them. It didn’t matter which one. I wanted to feel both of them. Fletcher was first within reach. I moved my hand down his body, learning he’d shifted around enough to let me squeeze his tight ass. He groaned and surged his hips toward me. His shaft was so hard, it was almost painful as he ground it against me. I kneaded his backside a little harder, encouraging him to take his pleasure however he could.
“Fuck, Tolly.” The growl reverberated through both our bodies before he kissed me again, holding none of his desire back. I understood the intensity of his voice. I’d never been kissed so thoroughly. I didn’t want any of it to end…now that I’d resigned to really go for it.
Drake kept strumming fingers along my sex. He toyed with my clit in knowing little circles, rubbing slowly, using my own wetness to remoisten my folds.
With steady boldness, he pushed a finger into me. I couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped. It was good. So good.
“Drake!”
“I know, baby. It’s going to get better. Just relax and let me take you there.”
“It feels so…I can’t! I—I don’t—”
“Ssshhhh. You don’t have to do anything. Just enjoy.”
I wanted to follow his instructions but I felt confused when I let myself think too long. What we were doing was wrong, and we still had to get through the launch.
A pinch to the inside of my thigh snapped my attention back up. “Owww! Hey!”
Drake’s gaze was now a storm, his face rugged with censure. “Stay out of your own way, Talia.” His voice, clearly meant as a warning, heated my blood in new ways instead. Its dominant resonance vibrated through so many cells of my body, finally settling again…directly under his fingers.
Just great.
Fletcher stayed busy with his end of the arrangement. He sucked his way down my neck, leaving a hot, wet trail in his wake that induced me to even more shivers. As he sunk his teeth into my collar bone, I moaned and laced my fingers through his thick, wavy hair. I held on tighter to the glorious strands while pumping my hips in time with Drake’s fingers, taking more of what I needed. I promised myself to regroup after the orgasm bowled me down. It was building so quickly, brilliant and bright, and I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.
So close.
So…close…
When Fletcher’s mouth closed around my tight nipple, I swore my ecstasy to the heavens. His lips toyed with the bud so expertly, better than anything I had felt there before. I never knew my breasts could be so sensitive, but I had also never been shown that very pleasurable fact before. I gasped and even laughed a little as he twisted his head in, sucking the flesh on the underside. The contact shot sharp waves of pleasure directly to my clit.
Drake emitted a low hum. “She likes that, my brother. She just soaked my hand.”
Fletcher didn’t answer with words. He just kept up that tingling torment, thoroughly exploring the undersides of both my breasts. I moaned before writhing harder on Drake’s hand. A fleeting thought broke in, ordering me to be at least a little embarrassed, but it was ripped away as quickly as it’d struck—just as Drake plunged a third finger into my dripping entrance.
“God! So good!” It wasn’t poetic, but I was over being graceful about this. I would probably have enough time to be ashamed when it was over; why spoil the moment so soon?
“Please. Please, Drake. Fletcher? Somebody please! I need to—”
“And you shall, beautiful girl.” Fletcher stopped long enough to praise me. “Just let it go, baby. Come for us. Let us see you fall apart. We’ll be right here to catch you, too. Always. Let it take you away.”
That was all it took. His beautiful baritone voice. Those hot words of adoration…and freedom. His sparkling blue eyes, gaining new light while he watched me do exactly as he’d encouraged. As the climax hit, intense and unreal, Drake kept pumping his fingers into me with the perfect rhythm, worshipping my clit with his thumb. The pressure coiled so tightly in my belly, I shook. Pure arousal sparkled out through my limbs, shimmering brighter than the Strip below us. And it lasted forever. And ever. They both kept at me, merciless in their ministrations, until I finally pushed away.
“Please! I can’t take anymore. You’re going to kill me with pleasure. Seriously—whoa.” I had to grab Drake’s hand, stopping him so I could catch my breath. He narrowed his eyes, which were dark as the sky outside, to indicate I’d be paying for
the move later. So much power bottled in one man…he looked like he could run a marathon, climb a mountain, and still have energy left over to do whatever he damn well wanted with me. Potent energy poured off him in waves. His chest pumped with each breath, his cock strained at the material of his pants—though I battled to avoid being overly conscious of the latter.
Who the heck was I kidding? I was all too aware of it. And now, I was supposed to return his favor, right? I was not a sexual girl in my late teens or in college. I had few enough boyfriends to count on one hand. I’d only slept with two of them, a pair of dramatically unsatisfying experiences. I was so out of my comfort zone here. I glanced from Drake to Fletcher, then back, desperately searching for what to say. Maybe if I made just a little move, they’d make it easier for me to get through.
“I want to—” I let my gaze drop to Drake’s erection. “I should—um—” Not that it was a horrible chore. God, he was glorious. The bulge pushed at his clothes with visible pulsations, scary and captivating at the same time.
“Ssshhhh. Talia. Come here, baby.” Fletcher stretched his arms out, beckoning me to burrow against him once more. He was so warm. So hard. So reassuring.
“But…you both just made the world stop turning. You know that, right?”
His chuckle sprang from deep in his chest, reverberating against my ear. “Uh, yeah. We know.”
“So…turn-about is fair play, right? I need to—”
My words snagged as I looked out, confronting the fresh intensity in Drake’s stare. He eyed Fletch and me like a wolf waiting for dinner. He was so turned on, it looked painful.
“No,” he growled. “You have it all wrong.”
I frowned, but said nothing. I was further out of my league than I realized.
“This? Tonight? This was all about you, Talia. Seeing you come apart because of what we gave you? That was a gift, baby, all on its own. I will replay the sight again and again in my mind, trust me.”
I darkened my scowl. “It just seems wrong.”
Drake grunted low. Fletcher wasn’t so kind. After a guttural version of some choice profanities, he snarled, “No way. You’re not going to start with that again already.”