by Shayla Black
She nearly cried when those fingers pulled free. Empty. She’d been close to release and now she was tight and empty again. Callum maneuvered her until she was sitting upright on his lap. He shifted, moving his knees wide, which spread her legs as well, opening her completely to Oliver and Rory’s gaze.
“Do you see how helpful having a partner or two can be now, Ollie?” Rory asked. He squeezed her shoulder before brushing his way down to cradle her breast while Oliver moved between her legs.
All three men had their hands on her. She was caught between them and she’d never felt more cherished in her life. It suddenly didn’t matter that she was naked and they weren’t. She felt strong as Oliver kneeled down. Her whole body thrummed in anticipation.
“It is extremely helpful. Hold her down, brother. I need a good taste of this.” He bent toward her, and Tori felt the heat from his mouth on her pussy.
“Get her ready because we’re not stopping until we’ve all had our fill.” Callum’s deep voice vibrated in her ear as he rolled her nipples between his thick fingers. “Enjoy this because you’re serving Rory next.”
She glanced at Rory, who was shoving his slacks off, exposing the gasp-worthy length of his body. He was stunning. Every inch of his body was muscled and cut, from his broad shoulders to a lean and tapered waist that led to strong legs. She had to catch her breath when she saw his cock. He watched her gape at him, his big dick in hand. He stroked himself, clearly impatient for the moment she took him into her mouth. She had no idea how she would get that cock all the way in, but she was more than willing to try.
She had one night and she was going to make the most of it. She planned to make as many memories of these men as she could.
Oliver licked around her folds, teased her opening, then laved her clit. Pure fire roared through her system. Callum chose that exact moment to pinch her nipples, and she couldn’t stop the pleading groan that came from her throat.
Oliver worked her with his clever tongue, flicking all around and keeping her off balance as Callum played with her sensitive crests, engorging them with more blood. She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but ride the growing wave. Oliver dipped his fingers inside her again, curling the digits up and rubbing just the right way as his tongue found the nub of her clit and stroked it relentlessly.
Tori stiffened under Oliver’s ministrations, arched, dug her nails into Callum’s thighs, and turned a pleading glance to Rory.
“Come, sweetheart.”
Rory’s soft command somehow set her off. Orgasm exploded through her system, and she couldn’t contain her keening cry, and pleasure jolted her entire system, tightening every muscle and rendering her absolutely helpless under their touch.
Oliver kept at her, licking and stroking like he was a starving man, and she was his first meal in weeks. The euphoria rose higher, and she shouted as the sensation shot through her again. Her whole body seemed swept up in an endless charge of bliss.
Finally, the tension fell, seeping out, leaving satisfaction in its wake. She slumped against Callum’s chest, her blood pounding even as Oliver’s tongue softened and he pressed one last kiss on the pad of her swollen pussy.
He rose and bent to her, his lips hovering above hers. “That was perfect. I’ll never get the taste of you out of my mind. I’ll always crave you.”
Then Oliver kissed her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, and she could taste herself on his lips. This was intimacy beyond anything she’d imagined. Shockingly, desire began to swirl and gather inside her again.
After a long moment, Callum helped her to her feet. The ache made her press her thighs together. Tori wanted them so badly, she felt willing to beg. She couldn’t be in a room with these men and not want them.
“Drop to your knees and present yourself.” Callum held her hand and helped her to the floor. “Spread your knees.”
She was so wet. “I think I need a towel.”
Callum knelt beside her, plucking at her nipple. He twisted it to the right side of pain. “You don’t need anything I don’t give you. You’re beautiful. Rory, are you offended by the sight of her slick pussy?”
Rory’s stare was glued to her pink folds as he slowly stroked his cock. “You know I think she’s gorgeous, but that is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Do you know how gorgeous you are when you come? I almost joined you.”
“It was a close thing,” Callum agreed. “So keep those legs open and stop worrying about what’s right or proper. When we’re alone like this, all you have to worry about is pleasing your Masters, and watching you come truly pleased me.”
“Me, too.” Oliver touched her head, stroking his big palm over her crown. When she blinked up at him, she was shocked to see how calm and present he looked. There was always a piece of Oliver that seemed to be somewhere else, but now he was relaxed and in the moment.
She’d given him that. She’d given him a little respite from the demons in his head. The thought made her sit up straighter, her spine lengthening as she spread her knees wide.
“That’s my girl.” Callum’s hand softened on her breast. “Now kiss me. You haven’t kissed me yet. My turn.”
Finally she heard something of the man she usually knew. Sweet Callum lurked under the hungry Dom. She had to admit she found the two sides of the man utterly fascinating. He was willing to let his brothers lead when it came to business, but they followed him in this room.
She turned her lips up to meet his, surprised that he didn’t immediately take over. He kissed her softly as though she was infinitely precious. His lips molded to hers and when he was finished, he pressed his forehead to hers. “Thank you for trusting me. I’ve wanted this since I first met you. I won’t let you down, Tori.”
Her heart constricted because she wanted to believe him. She wanted her fairy godmother to wave her magic wand and say that she could have the Thurston-Hughes brothers now and forever. Maybe her love would be enough.
She let the thoughts go. No decisions now. For tonight, she resolved to live in the moment. Just be.
Then she turned to Rory, determined to give her men what they needed.
CHAPTER TEN
Rory wasn’t sure how long he’d last, but he vowed to feel that sweet mouth on his cock. Watching Tori writhe and moan under his brothers’ hands had sent his thoughts reeling. He and Callum had worked with submissives together before but this was new territory. This was something he could never picture again without her. He’d never wanted to share a woman sexually with his brothers before, but this felt right. Meant to be.
He was in love for the first time and he finally understood what that meant. He intended to give her anything she needed. She needed the three of them and what they could provide. Nothing else mattered. Society didn’t matter. The tabloids meant even less. Her needs. Her desires. Her love. That was what would rule him here and forever more.
There was such freedom in knowing where he belonged and with whom.
And right now his place was in front of her, his cock about to touch those perfect lips.
Tori held her back straight, her body in a lovely submissive position. She’d spread her knees wide, and it was hard to take his eyes off her cunt. That soft flesh had swollen a vivid pink. Cream coated her labia.
“Let me taste you first.” He had to know. He wanted that taste in his mouth when she took him into her own.
“You want me back on the chair?” She bit her lip, looking a bit disappointed, as though she’d actually been looking forward to sucking his cock.
“No,” Callum said. He sprang to his feet again, his hand dropping to the belt at his waist. “He wants a taste of your pussy. Something to tide him over. Use your finger. Offer it to him.”
She hesitated.
Rory knew it was time for him to step up.
He tangled his hands in her hair and pulled just enough to make her scalp sting with the tension. “I said I wanted a taste, sweetheart. Are you going to give it to me or should I spank you?”
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He wanted a turn at that, too. He wanted to use his hand to make her squirm and squeal.
Tori dipped her hand between her thighs, and he watched her eyes widen when she ran a finger over her clitoris, then between her labia. She raised her drenched finger, offering it up for his pleasure.
Her pink-tipped finger gleamed with evidence of her arousal, and Rory didn’t hesitate. He grasped her wrist, bringing that finger to his lips. With a little growl of anticipation, he sucked the digit inside.
Sweet with a hint of tang, she was as spicy and hot as he’d expected her to be. He licked the arousal off her finger with a long groan, then it was his turn.
“Take me.” He didn’t have to pretend to play nice. She knew what he wanted and he could see from the way her nipples pebbled and her eyes dilated that she wanted it, too. She didn’t need sweet and soft. That would come later. For now, she needed to obey.
She leaned forward. As he felt the press of her lips on the tip of his cock, his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head. She kissed him, an oddly innocent gesture. He stood there, offering himself to her as she explored.
Her lips slid all over the crest of his cock, moving down to the stalk and the base before laving back up. They were like butterflies on his sensitive flesh, descending and then flying away again, awakening his senses to her touch.
He groaned when the first swipe of her tongue hit. One teasing lick from her, and he was ready to blow.
“Talk to her. Tell her how you like it,” Callum said. “She’s only done this once.”
Rory groaned. No fucking way could he speak now. He glanced at his eldest brother.
Oliver grinned. “I don’t suspect I could talk very much if I were in your position, either. Hold his cock in your hand, Tori.”
“Yes,” Rory gasped, willing to cede a little control to Oliver. “Do what he tells you to.”
He’d spent two years trying to coax his brother back to life. All they’d needed to do was find one woman they all loved and share her. Kink had been the way to get Ollie smiling again. They’d all wasted the last six months, but Rory refused to waste another second.
Tori hesitated.
Rory pulled his head together enough to threaten her. “Or Oliver will spank you good.”
“You guys are very quick with the spankings,” she said as she gripped him in her small fist.
“You look gorgeous with a pink arse, love.” Callum shifted behind her, caressing the flesh he’d flushed with impact. “And you liked it.”
Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Yes, which is why the threat doesn’t seem to be much of a threat.”
A loud smack blasted through the room. She gasped. Rory felt the delicate hand around his dick tighten.
It felt so fucking good.
No more games. He surged forward, hips thrusting as he pumped his dick against her lips.
“Was that a threat, love?” Apparently, Callum had a tiny streak of sadist.
She moaned and shifted, trying to press her thighs together. “You know it was. It hurt, but now it feels like heat and I like it. Tell me what to do next. Should I suck on the head?”
Her words went straight to his dick. He was fairly certain all of the blood in his body had pooled in his cock and he would pass out at any moment.
“Grip him harder,” Oliver commanded. “He won’t break.”
Pleasure sizzled up his spine as she tightened her hold. Yes, that was what he needed. Her hand began to work his cock.
“Tell me what you want to do, Tori.” Oliver’s voice turned deep, and Rory wasn’t surprised to see his eldest brother shucking his slacks. There was really no more need for clothes between them. “What does instinct tell you to do to that big cock in your hand?”
“Lick it. Suck it into my mouth. I want to know what it tastes like.” She stared at his cock and swallowed hard.
“I want that, too,” Rory groaned.
Her little tongue peeked out and teased him with a long, slow laving. She dragged it over the head of his dick where pearly fluid already leaked from the slit.
“Lick him all over,” Oliver ordered. “Take care of him or Callum will stop what he’s doing to you.”
Rory looked to his side and found Callum stroking her, rubbing her clit in slow circles. “Is he making you feel good?”
Tori whimpered against him, the sound rolling across his flesh. Rory shuddered as need pooled. His balls drew up. He started to sweat.
“If you like it, please me, too.” He felt desperate. “Suck me, Tori. Suck my cock and suck it hard.”
“If you want another orgasm, you make Rory come and you drink down everything he gives you or Callum will stop what he’s doing.” Oliver crouched down, drawing closer, watching the scene in front of him with seeming fascination. “You give me a show because I want to watch you. I want to see my beautiful girl sucking a dick and loving it. Can you do that, darling?”
Her reply was to suck the head of his cock right into her mouth. Rory groaned deep in his throat. So good. Her mouth was warm and soft as she worked the head of his cock, inching down, only to suck her way back up.
“Move it in time with your hand. Squeeze him and find a rhythm,” Oliver said.
Rory would have clapped Oliver on the back if he hadn’t been so damn close to orgasm. His oldest brother seemed to know exactly what he needed from Tori. If he wasn’t careful, Rory feared he would come far too soon. The need was right there, and it went beyond mere pleasure. For the first time in his life, he wanted to mark a woman.
He’d been careful with his relationships. He always kept them casual, always somewhat cool. He’d selected women for their beauty and their desire to use him to further their own careers. Always models or actresses. Always women who would move on from him at some point.
Tori was their exact opposite. Tori didn’t want fame. She couldn’t care less about their money. And he could never move on from her. She was his endgame.
“Yes… That’s exactly what I want.” He tightened his hands in her hair to guide her as she squeezed and moved her mouth in a sultry rhythm.
He watched her carefully for a moment, studying her movements. She showed zero signs of distress. She groaned around his cock and took him deep. He wanted to enjoy this with her. She was turning out to be far more adventurous and pliable than he’d expected. He’d thought they would have to coddle her and gently move her along, but she took to the pleasure—both giving and receiving—quickly. She’d been a virgin, but her first foray into Dominance and submission seemed to be turning her into a hungry vixen.
This was what they all needed—her. So many times he’d felt compelled to do whatever it took to keep the family together, but Tori was the glue that would bind them. Love for her would cement their bond.
She worked him, taking more and more of his cock with every pass. Her mouth was small, but she seemed determined to take all of him. He wasn’t about to protest. There was nothing more he wanted than to find that soft spot at the back of her throat and give her everything he’d pent up for her.
Whatever Callum was doing to her made her whimper. The vibrations hummed along his cock.
“Do that again. She liked it,” he gasped. “I fucking loved it.”
“She responds so well,” Callum said. “Do you want to come, love? Do you want to come while Rory’s cock is in your mouth? Let’s see if I can get the timing perfect. You like it when I touch you here.”
She hummed again, a sound of panicked passion, as if she sat on the razor’s edge and Callum held her in his ruthless hands. Tori swallowed more of his cock, and he watched his inches disappear between her lips. The sensation made his spine bow as he felt his balls begin to draw up.
“I’m almost there.” He used her hair to roughen his thrusts between her lips. He couldn’t let her have control a second longer. “Just relax and let me fuck your mouth.”
She did as he asked, but her little whimpers were getting stronger as Callum apparently hurtled
her toward climax. She moaned around his cock, her mouth softening as she took him deeper. He thrust in and pulled out, only to have her lips tighten around him, drawing him back in. Over and over, he gained precious ground until she’d taken him balls deep.
Her tongue whirled, and Rory couldn’t stop himself from letting go. Her body swaying, her head bobbing, her tongue rubbing, and she hummed hard as she came. He slammed inside her mouth, and a groan tore from his chest as she took his cock to the back of her throat. There was no way to hold it back. He shot into her mouth, pumping himself again and again between her swollen lips.
She sucked him hard, cupping the cheeks of his ass. She leaned in, swallowing, taking every bit of him.
“Sweetheart…ah,” Rory groaned. “Yes. Fuck. Yes!”
Pure joy suffused him as the world seemed to go soft and hazy. His whole body pulsed as he watched her lick him clean. She wore a radiant smile, glowing with pride and joy, when she finally looked up at him.
He was utterly lost. He loved her and he was never going to let her go.
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Callum was on fire. Tori’s heat had definitely singed his fingers. He’d always known she had a burning sensuality inside her. She might look sweet and she might be as innocent as the day was long. He wasn’t a man who equated innocence to virginity or virginity with goodness. Tori had been in a state of virginity because she was picky and there was nothing wrong with that, but her innocence had nothing to do with her hymen. It was all about her gorgeous soul.
She smiled as she toppled back. If he hadn’t been there, she would have hit the floor, but she must have known that he would catch her. He would never let her down.
Callum stared at her, her weight so perfect in his arms. He remembered that moment he’d first seen her smile at him. The sight had been a revelation, like the heavens had parted and left him the sunny gift of her beauty after days of rain, and he’d known he’d found his reason to live. His woman to love.