Shared: A Dark MFM Menage Romance

by Lauren Landish

  “Okay like how?” I ask her. My dick’s hard as stone and she’s so close to being fucked, so close to learning what tempting me like she is will earn her.

  “Okay like…” her voice trails off and I finally turn to face her when she doesn’t answer. She’s sighing heavily and pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail and then lets it fall. “Okay like…” she licks her lips and holds my heated gaze.

  “Say it, Bianca. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you. I want both of you.”

  “How’s that?” I ask as I close the space between us and whisper in the tense air that separates us, “What do you want from us?”

  “I want you to fuck me.” She says each word slowly, her chest rising and falling as if she’s afraid of my answer.

  My feet are planted to the ground, my body merely an inch from hers and the heat so intense that I’m nearly trembling with the need to move. But I don’t.

  I should wait for Damon. We always do this together. Every part of it is done with both of us there. At least that’s the way it’s been for years. I don’t even remember the last time I had a woman to myself, but right now I’m not waiting for anything or anyone.

  He must’ve known I’d crack. If he isn’t coming, it’s on him. If he’s pissed, that’s on him, too. He sent us in here, and he can deal with the fucking consequences.

  I’ve been waiting a long fucking time to have Bianca Russo. And I’m going to make sure I remember this. Every fucking second.

  I let my eyes roam down her body and I can’t help how my lips pull up into a grin when she twists her body and that bit of self-consciousness takes over. I fucking love watching her squirm.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” the words drop from my lips easily and I fixate on the beautiful blush that travels up her chest and into her cheeks. “You’re too damn sweet. You’re too damn untouchable. And you want me to fuck you?” I tilt my head, daring her to say it. But she better. If she backs down now I don’t know how I’ll be able to stay here.

  “Yes,” she says in a hushed tone.

  “You’re going to have to work for it, honey bee,” I lower my voice and slip the strap of her tank top down her shoulder, letting my fingertips gently brush against her soft skin. So kissable. I don’t resist any longer, lowering my lips to the crook of her neck. I mean for it to be gentle, I mean for it to be quick. But her hands reach out and grip my shirt, fisting the fabric and pulling me closer to her as she tilts her head and I lose all control.

  I crush my body against hers, backing her into the wall. I suck and bite along her neck; I know I’m leaving marks and I fucking love it. My hands travel up the curve of her body and I shove the thin fabric at her waist up so I can feel her skin to skin.

  I groan into her neck as she rocks her hot pussy against my hard dick. I need to be inside of her. I’ll fucking die without her touch.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice is screaming, untouchable. But as her tongue mingles with mine, her pants and moans of desperate need filling my mouth are the only sounds that matter.

  I end the kiss and pull away, my hands still on her curves and my lips nearly touching hers.

  This is fucked. But I’m not backing down now.

  “It’s not easy being shared by us,” I manage to get out and pull away from her, leaving her panting and sagging against the wall. I hate that I said shared. I hate that the word left my lips and it makes me hesitate. I run a hand through my hair, my own breathing coming in just as heavy as Bianca's.

  “I want you. I want to be shared.” She stares at me as she speaks, and although her words are forced between her lips between heavy breaths, the determination is unmistakable.

  I’m about to make her strip for me, to make her touch herself so I can see. I want her to show me how much she fucking wants this. But I don’t have a chance to give her the command. She already knew what I wanted. She starts with her tank top, moving nice and slow for me and holding the fire in my eyes with hers.

  I’m already dead for kissing her. Both of us are. I know if her uncle ever finds out, we can never go back.

  I hear Damon before I see him, and my initial instinct is to turn around and shove her back against the wall, caging her in and keeping her to myself... to shut him out. I’ve never felt so possessive before, but right now I need her. My sweet honey bee to take the pain away. To distract me from the fucked up life I live.

  I resist the urge.

  I want so badly to keep her for myself, but I can’t deny the hunger in her eyes. And how much he wants her, too.

  But damn do I want to.

  Chapter 13

  Damon

  Maddox and I are dead men walking.

  We’re supposed to watch over her, but by kissing her, we’re already dead. The strange part of all this is even as he fucks her, our certain death doesn’t cause an ounce of fear in me. It’s been the second thing on my mind for the last two days. The first is how fucking beautiful she’d look between us in bed. How that’s right where she fucking belongs. Between us.

  I can’t take my eyes off them.

  I’m supposed to be clearing my head, but I continue to watch them from well beyond the open doorway. At this distance, Maddox’s body drowns out part of Bianca’s, and the semi-darkness of the room casts riveting shadows on them both, locking my eyes onto their joined forms. I’ve always enjoyed watching. You can never appreciate the allure of a woman’s carnal response to pleasure and pain when you’re too close, but add some distance and every vivid detail comes into view. And this time, with Bianca, each image is more magnetic than the last.

  It’s the little things.

  The way Bianca bites down on her bottom lip as she gazes up at him. The handfuls of tablecloth gripped inside her clenched fists. Her long, silky hair laying tousled on the table, teased more and more each time she turns her head from one side to the other in the heat of passion. Instants where she moans out a breath and sucks in another lungful of air.

  Time slows to a crawl, and I’m lost in their moment.

  It doesn’t take long for me to step forward, I’m too eager to just watch. Maddox knows I’ve been watching. He’s been getting her ready for me, too.

  Bianca is dangerously close to being touched by two men. Before we came long, had she ever thought of having two men fuck her at the same time, or taking turns driving her to the heights of pleasure? I wonder if she knows she’ll never be the same again.

  Stepping up to the side of the table next to Maddox, I can’t take my eyes off of her. Bianca’s so close to losing all inhibition lying there, eyes half-lidded, breasts bare, nipples hard and begging to be touched, clit engorged, pussy glistening. She writhes her hips into Maddox’s groin and hangs on to the table's edge with a death grip as he sinks into her. I almost choke on the lump formed in my throat when she looks up at me. Swallowing does nothing. Releasing one hand from the table, she reaches out to me.

  “Damon,” Bianca whimpers. Goosebumps rise up on her skin from sheer desire. Her body jolts on the table, her breasts bouncing as Maddox thrusts his hips over and over.

  I take her hand in mine, but she doesn’t want any warm-up to our physical connection at all. With a sultry smile, she pulls my hand to her face and takes my thumb into her mouth. The way she slowly and suggestively tastes, licks and sucks it while her eyes pierce mine does evil things to me. I’m restless, and my rigid cock wants to switch places with my thumb right this instant.

  How is she so relaxed about this? I’m dying to ask if she’s had two men share her before, but other urges soon crowd out my curiosity. Even if she has, I don’t want to know. I want us to be her first.

  Bianca whimpers with each ram of Maddox’s hips as he slowly buries his cock deep into her core. Each stroke sways her form like the ebb and flow of an ocean wave, hypnotizing me. At the same time, her eyes move from my face, trailing down my body. She doesn’t have to touch me to get a reaction. It’s as though her eyes cause a flash of heat an
d electricity to roll across the surface of my skin.

  With lips parted, Bianca takes it one step further. She stretches her hand to my waist, reaches under the hem of my shirt, and brushes the back of her slender fingers along my abs. Fuck. Her touch is pure power. I let lust take control and undo my waistband and zipper, curling her fingers over my bulge. I can’t pretend not to love the way my dick twitches and grows even harder in her hand. She slides her hand into my boxers, pushing the fabric down far enough to release the head and shaft. The hiss of air she releases between her teeth goes straight to my cock.

  “That’s it,” Maddox growls to her from his spot between her legs. “Show us how good you are at sucking cock, honey bee.”

  Her head turns toward my crotch. She uses one hand to pull me in closer before grasping her fingers around my shaft. I can’t help but tilt my hips forward until my cockhead is so close to her mouth, all she needs to do is open wide. Then she licks her lips and shows me exactly how close she really is. Her tongue brushes against the tip of my cock, smearing around the drop of precum all this attention and need has created. Burying my hand into her dark, silky hair, I snap my eyes shut and hold in a breath, waiting. She sucks me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the base as inch by rigid inch slides in deeper.

  “Fuck,” I groan out in a raspy moan.

  Her touch is magic.

  Hot. Sweet. Addiction.

  A slight change in her movements causes me to open my eyes. Her lips begin to move along my shaft, taking in more of me as she matches her movements to each undulation of her hips. I can thank Maddox for that. He’s slid his hand over her mound, lifting her hood with his index finger, exposing more of her flesh as he massages her sensitive bud. The more he teases her clit, the more Bianca relaxes her jaw and takes more of me past her throat.

  Watching her devour my cock as she quickly loses control may just be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m so close to cumming that I have to pull out of her mouth completely.

  “Flip her over and switch,” I tell Maddox.

  It’s my turn.

  We’ve passed go, and we’re going all the way. Maddox is enjoying being inside of her so much that it takes him an extra few pumps of his hips before he pulls away from her. She looks back and forth between us as he yanks her up and flips her over. Before he lets me have her, he lowers his head to her ass. She’s probably expecting him to kiss each ass cheek, but Maddox likes being unpredictable. He pinches a spot on her cheek, pulls her flesh in between his teeth, and bites down. Bianca sucks in a surprised gasp. There’s a clear bite mark on her ass when he motions for me to take his place between her legs.

  It’s a challenge to me. A silent dare to make her scream. But tonight, I take it as an omen. None of us are getting out of this unscathed. Still, a rush of power comes over me. It’s the way he's positioned Bianca on the table with her hands beside her breasts, her legs spread wide, revealing her pink, slick slit that’s waiting for me.

  I can’t not take her hard. Not with all this energy between us, and not with my cock pulsating its demands.

  My fingers grip her hips with more force than needed to part her folds as the tip of my cock closes in. Every little sound she utters drives my need higher, from her moans to her trembling inhales of air. Sweat trails down my face, cooling my skin in its wake, but not the fire that burns low in my belly as I drive into her.

  She is so fucking tight.

  So hot to the touch.

  Jesus.

  Bianca pushes her ass harder into my groin. Then Maddox tilts her head to one side, places his fully erect cock at her lips, and begins to fuck her mouth as I pull out almost all the way and sink into her again. He slides his other hand down her back until his middle finger is wedged between her ass cheeks. On a pump of my hips, he presses his digit over her ass, making tiny circles over her asshole, dipping only the tip inside. Every time he makes a full circle, her pussy walls grips my cock like a vise.

  Bianca devours Maddox, who invades her ass as I ravish her core. None of us can handle the intensity of the experience that compounds the sensation for every touch, suck, flick, tease and taste. She’s the first to cum, with muffled, guttural noises that cause Maddox to groan from the vibrations on his dick still in her mouth.

  My jaw clenches. I’m barely breathing. The growing pressure behind my balls is too much. I’m so far out of my mind that I don’t take the time to pull out of her either. I cum inside her, coating her walls with my release. The exhaustion reminds me that we’re taking advantage of a bad situation. Fuck, we’re making a bad situation worse, but we can’t stop.

  There’s no way out of this now.

  Chapter 14

  Bianca

  I run both hands down Maddox and Damon’s muscular thighs, one on either side of me, marveling at the bulging muscles beneath my fingers. Teasingly, my hands drift over their hard flesh until I brush my fingertips against both of their spent cocks, just for a second before drifting back upward. Sighing softly, I run my fingers over the sheen of sweat lining the ridges of their abs, feeling the rise and fall of their stomachs as they steadily inhale and exhale in their sleep.

  We’re lying in the soft queen bed in Maddox’s room, our bodies pressed so closely together, I feel stuck between them. But there’s no place I’d rather be. I feel safe between them.

  And I’ve never slept better in my entire life. But now that I’m awake, I can’t fall back to sleep. They’re half-asleep, their eyelids heavy. But damn are they fucking gorgeous under the pale moonlight, their magnificent naked bodies stealing the air from my lungs. I still can’t believe what just happened. They shared me. Every bit of me.

  And I loved every second of it. I only wished they’d taken me at the same time. Damon said I’m not ready. I roll my eyes remembering. Soon though.

  A soft smile touches my lips as a dull ache pulses between my legs. I feel sore and raw, but at the same time so complete.

  I still can’t get over how it felt to be taken by them. A gentle sigh escapes my lips as desire courses through my body. I’d never felt anything like that before. I never thought such pleasure possible.

  And on the dining room table, too. Fuck, that was hot.

  But what if Uncle Vit finds out?

  A feeling of guilt suddenly washes over me as an image of Uncle Vit comes to mind, his face a mask of rage, his eyes blazing with fury. Just imagining his outrage if he finds out what I’d done sends a chill down my spine.

  Of course, I didn’t give a damn about that when they both were inside me, but now…He’ll probably kill me. After murdering them first. I bite down on my lower lip as I look to Maddox. He’s almost asleep, his eyelids nearly closed, his breathing slow.

  Even if I had the choice to reverse time and change what happened, I’m not sure I would. The connection we three shared together was more intense, more real than anything I’ve ever experienced. It isn’t long before their gentle snores fill the room. Repositioning, I try to nestle my head on Damon’s shoulder and find sleep, but I’m unable to relax. I feel restless, my thoughts filled with worry.

  Fuck, I need someone to talk to.

  Glancing at the snoring Maddox and Damon, I try to figure out how to get out of here without waking them.

  Moving stealthily, I roll over Damon’s body, my ass gently brushing up against his cock as I climb off the bed. I freeze as the floor creaks, my heart skipping a beat. I cringe, waiting for Damon to open his eyes and order me back in bed. But besides a small snort, he doesn’t wake. And Maddox doesn’t budge either. They’re both exhausted.

  My mind flashes with the images of their sweaty bodies grinding up against me as they pounded away at me furiously. My sides pulse again, a deep dull ache low in my pelvis.

  I wince at the pain as I take a tentative step and bend down to grab my PJs puddled on the floor.

  Aching and sore, I slip into my PJs and I leave the snoring Damon and Maddox, making my way to my bedroom down th
e hall.

  The room is smaller than the room I just left, with just a queen bed pressed against the wall, a small desk in the left corner, and a door that leads to adjacent bathroom. A small window sits above the desk, a ray of light illuminating the top of my laptop.

  Moving gingerly, I walk over to sit down at the desk. A glint catches my eye. My mother’s earrings. I’d set them down on the desk when we first arrived and every day I’ve thought about them… and her. I run my fingers over them, hoping they will calm me. I bring them over to the computer and roll them between my fingers, remembering how she used to laugh and how beautiful her smile was. I wonder if I look like her when I smile.

  Letting out a small sigh and yawning, I open my computer screen and log on to my messenger program. I desperately need someone I can spill my guts to. A message from Mary pops up on my screen almost immediately. She must’ve been waiting.

  Mae94: Hey chica, where the hell have u been!? I’ve been worried sick!

  I can almost feel her panic through the screen. Guilt washes through me. I’ve hardly talked to her this week. I checked in once after the shooting and that’s it. I shouldn’t even be talking to her now. I don’t want to put her life in danger because she works with me. We grew up together, but I never had real friends. I didn’t want anyone close to me. Mary became an exception. After my mom passed, she was practically my rock, being there for me whenever I needed anything and always listening to me when I needed a shoulder to cry on.

  She’s really the only friend I’ve ever had. And I’ve been putting her at a distance, but only to protect her.

  I stare at her message for a moment, wondering how much I should reveal about what’s going on. She knows the shooting at the wine shop was a random event, not an attack on me, or at least that’s what I told her. She knows where I come from though and she’s not stupid.