by Lilly Hale
Rad stood and started shucking his pants. “What difference does it make who wins? We’re all going to end up naked anyway. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”
“The point is to savor the process, Rad,” Trey reminded him in a philosophical tone. “Enjoy the journey.”
Rad cocked a skeptical brow at his brother then looked at Elise with a wicked smile. “How about we just fuck instead?”
Elise giggled, then watched Rad’s muscles flex as he removed his trousers and underwear. The late afternoon sun streamed through the parlor windows, casting him in a golden glow as he straightened, his erection long and hard against his abdomen. She made a low hum of appreciation. “This is so decadent. We’re getting naked in the parlor, in broad daylight. I think I’m going to like living here.”
Rad reacted predictably to her bold perusal of his assets, giving her a scorching leer, then kneeling down and crawling over to cover her with his big body, his thighs nudging her legs apart.
Trey leaned over and bumped Rad’s shoulder with the Tequila bottle. “Not so fast, Casanova. Here, it’s your turn. Take your shot then we have to play a little Truth or Dare.”
Rad growled, but Elise pressed a quick kiss to his chin. “Come on, Rad, we have all week. Enjoy the journey,” she teased.
With a put-upon sigh, Rad levered himself off of Elise, sat back and grabbed the bottle. “Fine,” he grumbled, “But not too much Tequila for you Elise. The last time we did this you were in a bad way the next morning. Besides, I prefer my bride to be conscious on her wedding night.”
Elise propped herself up on her hands and both men’s eyes went to her breasts as they jiggled with her movement, then lower to her clean-shaven privates. “You don’t have to worry about that. I won’t be joining you guys in the drinking tonight.” Her hand went to her rest on her tummy. “I’m not sure yet, but… I’m over a week late for my monthlies, and I don’t want to drink any alcohol, just in case.”
Both men looked stunned. “You’re pregnant?” Trey leaned close and put his hand over hers then he looked up at her, a smile spreading slowly across his features.
Rad let out a loud whoop. His grin was wide and his dimple cut deeply into his cheek. “Number one’s on the way! We’ll have this house filled with little Kingstons before you know it.” Elise laughed as he crawled over and placed a loud, smacking kiss to her lips.
“Hold on, guys. I said I’m not sure. I could be late because of the accident or stress… It’s too early to be certain.”
Trey gave her a kiss. “If you’re not now, you soon will be,” he murmured against her smiling lips. “I think we’re done with that damn sponge. I prefer your sweet little pussy unpickled.” Elise broke out in a laugh and swatted Trey playfully on the chest. Grinning, he caught her wrists and pressed her back to the floor, pinning her arms above her head. She bucked against his weight, not seriously trying to dislodge him, but encouraging the dominance play that began between them. Her breath quickened at the spark of pure male aggression that flickered in his eyes as he held her wrists in one hand and reached down to possessively cup her smooth mound with the other. “Mmm…so soft. Mine,” he growled and she felt her juices flow down over his fingers.
Rad stretched out along her side, drew her nipple into his mouth and suckled it. His hand slid beneath her and his finger found her tender bottom hole. A little squeak escaped her and he stilled. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Just a bit sore. It’s nothing really.”
“Sore?”
“Still?” Trey asked. “Shit. I’m sorry.” Then at Rad’s questioning expression added, “I got carried away the other night.”
Elise felt herself warm at the memory of the wild abandon of their encounter. She’d loved it and she definitely didn’t want to discourage Trey from a repeat performance in the future. She brushed a lock of Trey’s dark hair from his forehead, easing the lines of concern gathering there. “We both did, but it was great. I came so hard I almost passed out.” Rad was frowning at their exchange, so she explained succinctly. “Rear entry, and we didn’t have the oil. But it’s really not that bad. I’ll be fine.”
Rad fixed his brother with a glare. “Good going, amateur. Elise, you should have told me earlier, baby.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, then shoved himself up and disappeared from the room. A couple of minutes later, he returned with a small glass jar in his hand. He kneeled down between Elise’s legs. “It’s a damn good thing one of us is prepared to take care of our woman’s needs. Lay back, sweetie and open up. This salve will make that poor little bottom feel better.”
Trey sighed. “I defer to your greater expertise in this particular style of sex, Rad.”
Rad chuckled darkly and Elise gave him a look. “Radcliffe, I love you, but there are some things in your past I think I’d be better off not knowing.”
“I completely agree, darlin’,” Rad replied with a wink. “And Trey and I won’t ever ask you how you got to be so incredibly skilled at fellatio. We’ll just enjoy the benefits of each other’s experience.”
“It’s a deal,” Elise agreed, then hissed when his fingers found her tender flesh, but as he gently rubbed in the soothing cream, the soreness eased and she sighed. A few months ago, she wouldn’t have believed she’d be okay with a man tending to her so intimately, especially not plain-vanilla Bruce. But with Rad and Trey, her inhibitions were fading fast. She felt an intimacy with them that went so much deeper, like her body was an extension of theirs, and she was comfortable with them seeing her, touching her, anywhere and any way they wanted. It felt right, Elise thought looking at her new husbands; it truly did feel as though they were one flesh.
Trey leaned over her again and kissed her. “Feel better?”
“Mm hmm, much.”
“Good.” His mouth slanted in a grin. “Truth or dare, sweetheart?” At her look of surprise, he explained. “You lost the strip poker game, so you get to go first.”
Rad, finished applying the salve, gave the side of her buttock a playful swat. “Come on, Elise. I’ve never played this game before, but Trey explained it to me and I’m lookin’ forward to it.”
Trey moved aside and helped Elise into a sitting position. “All right,” she agreed, already tingling with anticipation. “I’ll take ‘dare’.” She cast a warning glance to Rad, who suddenly looked positively devilish. “But don’t make me regret this.”
“Oh, you won’t regret it,” he drawled. “Your dare, Mrs. Kingston, is to try to make it up those stairs and to the bedroom before I catch you and fuck you silly on the dining room table.”
Five minutes later, Elise was bent over, her belly flat against the table top, her fingers squeaking against the polished wood as she clawed reflexively and cried out in ecstasy while Rad pounded into her from behind. His thick length stretched and molded her flesh with each thrust, filling her wonderfully, perfectly, driving her rapidly toward her peak. His hand descended on her backside with a smack, then again on the opposite cheek and she let out a shriek, loving the fact she didn’t have to stifle her vocal responses.
“That’s it, baby,” Rad praised in a gravelly voice, his pelvis slapping against her bottom with each powerful stroke. “Let me hear you. Tell me how much you love getting fucked by your new husband.” His hand stung against her ass again, making it warm and tingly.
“Yes!” Elise cried out. It was practically a sob. “Oh, Rad, yes! I love it! I love you! Fuck me. Fuck me hard! Oh, God…” Even with no clitoral stimulation, Rad’s deep, hard fucking fueled a powerful orgasm. It swelled rapidly and burst within her, pulling a wavering howl from her throat and sending her into a fit of spasms that shook her insides and buckled her knees.
“Elise, that was beautiful,” Rad exclaimed breathlessly as he withdrew from her then gathered her up, holding her against him, her back to his front. He hadn’t come yet and his rigid cock pressed against her lower back. He kissed her neck and cupped her sex in his hand, his fingers sliding back and forth amid the wetness of her
orgasm. “Did you have a nice hard come?” She nodded weakly, unable to form words at that point. “Good girl, because Trey is right over there and I think he’d really like to lick all that delicious honey from your pussy.”
As awareness returned, Elise saw that Trey was seated at the head of the table. He was naked now as well and leaned back lazily in the chair, his hand encircling his impressive erection. Elise shivered at the sight of him. God, he was gorgeous.
“Bring her over and put her on the table,” he directed, then watched as Rad carried Elise over and laid her on her back before him, her legs spread, her glistening wet sex open and waiting for his attentions.
She didn’t have to wait long. Trey’s eager mouth came down on her slick, hairless mound, his tongue delving through her folds, alternately lapping up her juices and toying with her swollen clit. Elise moaned softly and lifted her hips into his tender tonguing. After Rad’s rough fucking, it felt so soothing, so good. She ran her fingers lovingly through his dark hair and smiled. “Trey Aloysius Kingston, I don’t like to think about how you got to be so good at this, either.”
Rad chuckled. “I seem to recall a couple of years back there was speculation in certain circles that Trey’s tongue was longer than average.”
Trey lifted his head up enough to frown at his brother. “That’ll do, Rad.” Then he gave Elise an angelic smile. “Darlin’, this mouth was pure as the driven snow before it tasted your sweet cunny.”
Elise laughed. “You are lying like a rug, you dog, but I’ll forgive you.” She pulled his head back down to her pussy, gasping as that speculated-about tongue plunged deeply inside her passage. “Oh! Mmm… Now that you mention it, I think… I think it is longer.” The vibrations of his low chuckle hummed through her lower regions.
Rad climbed up on the table to kneel beside her, nudging her cheek with the head of his cock. Elise turned her head and took him into her mouth, moaning as she tasted her own essence mingled with the pleasant saltiness of his precum. Rad leaned over her, bracing himself on the table top as she grabbed his rear and pulled him deeper into her mouth, thrilling to the hoarse groan she wrenched out of him as she sucked him deep and hard. As she writhed beneath Trey’s wickedly talented mouth, she encouraged Rad to stroke steadily in and out of hers while she rolled his balls gently in her hand. The combination of sensations soon had her at the edge of release again. As if sensing her nearing climax, Trey focused on her engorged and pulsing bud, then slid three fingers into her, stroking until her found her sweet spot, sending her over the precipice. When her shuddering subsided, Elise turned her attention to Rad, who was now breathing heavily, his forearms trembling as he held himself above her, fucking her mouth. He was close to coming. Reaching between her legs to gather some of her own juices on her fingers, she slid her hand up to Rad’s bottom and traced the crevice downward until she found his tight hole. She heard him gasp as she rimmed it with her finger, spreading the moisture there, preparing him for her penetration. Then she slowly pressed inside and began to stroke in and out.
Rad’s cry was ragged, almost desperate, fueling her desire to give him a powerful climax. She’d read somewhere once that massaging a man’s prostate during sex would drive them wild, so Elise pushed deep and curved her finger. She found the sensitive gland and gently rubbed it while she relaxed her throat to take him as far into her mouth as she could without choking. His shout was one of surprise and deep release as he stiffened against her, his hips jerking as he spent down her throat, nearly overwhelming her attempt to swallow it all.
Rad crumpled to his side on the table, gasping, and Elise turned to him and pressed a kiss to lips. “Babe, are you all right?” His eyes were closed, but he managed a nod. Elise chuckled and looked at Trey who was still amusing himself playing between her thighs. “I think he’s spent, Trey. Why don’t we go upstairs and continue this in bed.”
Rad laughed weakly and flopped over onto his back on the table, spread eagle and prostrate like some kind of pagan sacrifice. “Goddamn it, woman. Just give me a minute, will you?”
Trey laughed and helped Elise off the table. “Take your time, Rad. I’ll keep our wife entertained while you recover.”
By the time Rad finally joined them in bed, Trey was driving Elise toward yet another orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips as he rode her masterfully, muffling her moans of delight with his stroking, plundering tongue. She pulled away from his mouth and gasped for breath as his cock drove hard within her. “Yes, Trey… deeper… Oh! Yes, that’s perfect!” She looked up at him laboring above her, his chestnut hair damp, his eyes shining with desire and love. The sight of him, so dark and beautiful, the thought of him, her husband now and forever, sent her spiraling apart. She shattered into a million blissful pieces, crying out his name as she came undone in his arms.
Then Trey lifted away from her and she was enfolded in another embrace. Rad held her tight and rolled so that she was sprawled on top of him. He moved her hair to the side and whispered against her ear, “I’m fully recovered now. Are you ready for me?”
Elise felt boneless, but there was no way she was going to leave her husband unsatisfied on their wedding night--either one of them. She turned her face toward him and smiled weakly. “I’m always ready for you.”
“What about here?” His finger slid down the crack of her rear and touched the tight rosette, still slick with the ointment he’d applied. He circled it gently. It was a bit tender, but her desire to have him take her there, possess her in that most intimate of ways, outweighed whatever twinge of discomfort remained.
“Mmm, there too,” she purred, kissing his jaw. His finger slid easily past the snug opening and began to slowly pump into her. She moaned and nipped Rad’s neck, tasting the salty tang of his sweat.
“Do you love it, Elise? Do you love a hard cock in your bottom, fucking that beautiful ass?” She whimpered and nodded, Rad’s dirty words and invading finger making her insides start to throb again. “Tell us then. Tell us what you want and we’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to take it. Fuck me,” she whispered desperately.
She felt Trey move over her back, his teeth grazing her shoulder, his voice was a low growl. “Take what, Elise?” His hand slid over her buttock, squeezing it possessively. They were going to make her say it, ask for it. Oh, God. She wanted Trey to take her there, too. She wanted them both inside her, filling her completely.
“My ass. Fuck my ass, Trey. Please.” The last word was nearly a sob. Rad wound his hand in her hair and canted her head, his hot mouth capturing hers in a claiming kiss as his hips moved beneath her, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then thrusting inside. He still had his finger in her bottom and he worked gently, but firmly. Elise felt a cool trickle of oil coat his finger, then drip downward to lubricate his cock as well.
“I’ll be gentle this time, sweetheart. I promise,” Trey reassured her as he applied more oil. His fingers took Rad’s place, slipping into her bottom, stroking, stretching, coaxing her tight muscles to loosen.
Elise relaxed and pushed into his hand, all soreness forgotten as she anticipated his coming possession. She broke from Rad’s mouth and looked over her shoulder. “I’m ready. Take me, now.”
Trey groaned and then he pushed against her, slowly, inexorably, until he breached the tight ring of muscles, his cock inching inward until it was nestled snug and deep inside of her. Elise pushed herself up, her hands clasped with Rad’s, their fingers entwined as she rocked with them, setting an easy rhythm. Her double wedding bands shone softly in the last rays of sunlight that filtered through the windows. Two rings, two husbands, two loves. She was the luckiest woman in the world.
Trey’s fingers bit into her hips and he moaned like a dying man. “Elise…God, Elise… I love you so much.”
Rad’s eyes were crystalline as he gazed up at her and squeezed her hands. “My sweet baby, you’re so good. So perfect.”
She felt their words like a physical caress an
d she undulated her body between them, opening herself to take everything they had to give, until she sobbed with uncontrolled emotion, unrestrained desire. Unintelligible words of love tumbled from her lips as she lost herself in a tidal wave of pure joy. Their hoarse cries of completion echoed in the quietness of the large bedroom as their cocks pulsed inside of her, bathing her passages with their seed, filling her body as they filled her heart.
Later, as they lay together sated and drowsy in their big bed, Elise reached up to cradle their heads as they snuggled against her sides. “Thank you for a beautiful wedding day.”
Trey kissed her cheek. “I wish we could have given you a grand formal wedding, but…” His voice trailed away, and Elise knew it was because he was thinking about the scandal, all the challenges and prejudice they would no doubt have to face in the years to come.
Elise was quick to reassure him. “No, Trey. I don’t care about that stuff anymore. I did before I came here. I almost married the wrong guy because I thought he could give me a normal, stable, comfortable life. When he stood me up on our wedding day, I thought my chance to have a happy life was over.”
Rad stiffened and his hand tightened on her thigh. “I’m torn between being grateful to the stupid fucker and wanting to pound the piss out of him for hurting you.”
Elise giggled and she kissed him. “Mm, my champion.”
“We can’t give you normal, but I promise we’ll always keep you safe and comfortable,” Trey pledged.
Elise caressed the side of his face. “Normal is overrated. I want what we have together. I want that feeling of my heart skipping a beat every time I look at you both, the feeling that no matter what happens, you’ll be there beside me and we’ll face it together. And I want the fun,” she added with a wink to Rad. “I have such fun with you two. I don’t think I’ve laughed as much in my whole life as I have since I’ve met you. You’re my husbands and I adore you, but even if we weren’t married, I’d choose you as my best friends. I love being with you both. I can’t think of anything better to build a life around, can you?”