by Krista Wolf
Twelve
DALLAS
Maddox and Austin stood half in the shadows, half in the moonlight. I could see their expressions though. I could read their body language, too.
“Goddamn it, Kane.”
The four of us remained frozen, all staring at each other. Me with my chin pulled back, on my hands and knees. Kane pressed hard against my body, still buried inside me from behind…
The other two stood there shirtless, wearing only their boxers.
It was like time had stopped.
For several long seconds no one said a word. No one moved, or shifted, or even breathed. It was almost like a spell had been cast, and even the slightest motion might break it and cause the whole thing to just shimmer away.
Then, incredulously…
Kane started pumping me again.
Holy shit.
My body, which had been warm and flush from our lovemaking, remained utterly still. I stayed exactly where I was, staring at Maddox and Austin. Enjoying the gentle bounce of my lover screwing me from behind, even as the rest of the room remained cloaked in a strange, uncanny silence.
Maddox’s gaze shifted from Kane to me. The movement was almost imperceptible. But I knew it had happened.
Dallas… wait—
Heart racing, blood pumping… I motioned him over.
Dallas!
It was the tiniest of movements. A shift of the eyes, an upward jerk of my chin. But he moved. Slowly, unhesitatingly, he walked his way over to the edge of the bed.
Behind me, Kane kept sawing away. He let go of my chin, but kept one hand still wrapped in my hair. The other fell over my hip, squeezing gently, guiding me back and forth against him.
Maddox reached the edge of the bed, where I was at eye level with his crotch. I could see a bulge there, tenting out the material. Struggling against the silk-looking fabric, as he stood there transfixed.
I reached out with one hand… and slipped my wrist through the hole in front. My hand closed over something warm and heavy. He groaned softly as I pulled it out.
Holy shit Dallas…
His cock was beautiful. Long and straight and perfectly cut, I stroked it up and down a few times, getting the feel for it. Staring up into his ice blue eyes, I brought it slowly in the direction of my mouth.
“Fuck…”
Maddox’s voice cracked as I closed my lips around him. I heard a sharp intake of air. A hiss of pleasure.
No fucking way you’re doing this!
Once again, the voice in my head was wrong. I was doing it. And I was going to enjoy it, too.
I sighed softly as Kane picked up the pace again. He’d slowed down temporarily, giving me time to adjust. Allowing Maddox and I our moment together; the eye contact, the physical and even emotional connection as the gravity of what we were about to do actually sank in.
You’re fucking two guys. Two guys at once.
The voice in my head was right. I definitely was. And it was just as amazing as I thought it would be. Every bit as arousing and sensual and yes, even beautiful, as I’d fantasized it could be… through all the years I’d wondered and imagined it.
Kane rolled his knuckles, his fist going tight in my hair. I felt wonderfully dirty. Incredibly arousing as he applied a gentle forward pressure, pushing my head down around his friend’s cock.
Christ, have they done this before?
It didn’t matter to me either way. Deep down I’d always wanted to try it. I even had a boyfriend who suggested the idea a few years back, toying with the idea several times while fucking my brains out.
Only he’d never followed through. He always chickened out. Our quest for a third had died before it even began, and no matter how many times we screwed while talking about it, the whole thing had always remained a fantasy.
But not now…
No, definitely not. Right now I was living the moment. Enjoying the naughtiness of one lover drilling my pussy while another slid down my throat. I was being slowly spitroasted; the terminology being something with which I was oddly familiar. Spitted between between two amazingly hot men, with incredibly hot—
Maddox pulled himself from my mouth with a wet plop. I looked up, wondering if they were going to switch positions…
… and found myself staring straight into Austin’s blue-green eyes.
AUSTIN!
I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about him! But in all the excitement…
My third sexy SEAL had removed his own boxers. He stood just to the side, slowly stroking his smooth, flawless shaft. His cock was dusk-colored, like his mocha skin. Thick and heavy and just as gorgeous as he was.
I shifted in his direction. Maddox stepped to the side, making room for him.
“Holy fuck, Dallas…”
His voice was deeper than normal, practically choking with lust. He’d been watching us fuck. Waiting patiently for his own turn. And here I was, accommodating him. Accommodating all three of them…
“You want her on her back?”
A conversation was occurring somewhere behind me; Kane and Maddox. Discussing me. Deciding my fate…
“No. I want to fuck her just like this.”
I felt the bed shift abruptly, and then it was Maddox’s hands on my hips. He pushed his saliva-coated shaft against my glistening entrance, and with a single thrust of his hips, plunged himself all the way into me.
“MMMmmMMMmmm…”
If I was trying to form a word, it was lost around Austin. His cock was deep in my throat, gliding smoothly against the back of my tongue. I was sucking hard, keeping my lips tight. Trying to make it good for him.
Then Maddox began pounding me hard from behind, and my whole body went limp with pleasure.
Thirteen
KANE
It wasn’t something I’d planned, it just sort of happened. Only it had happened so loudly that it drew the attention of the others, despite it being nearly two in the morning.
And now it was happening with them, as well.
I’d thought about being with her a thousand times. Played it over and over in my head, trying to picture how it might go down. At times it was romantic; the culmination of a courtship or a carefully-built connection. But other times…
Other times it had been just like this. Raw and instinctual and full of irrepressible lust.
I watched her now, stretched out cat-like across my bed. Face down, ass up. Screwing her magnificent rear-end backwards in slow, churning circles that made Maddox’s eyes roll back into his thick skull…
God, it was so fucking hot.
Well, you sure wanted her, the voice in my head chimed sarcastically. Now you got her.
Yeah, I guess I did. But so did Maddox. And Austin…
All three of us. Holy shit.
It was a mess for sure. Yet at the same time, it also solved a lot of problems. For one, I wouldn’t have to hide what we’d done. I’d been already dreading waking up and keeping a straight face, especially with Dallas. It would’ve been hard if not impossible to keep the guys in the dark. To exclude them on what we’d done.
Well they’re included now, that’s for sure.
They shifted again, and Austin moved to take Maddox’s place. This time they rolled her onto her back. Dallas’s luscious blonde hair spilled over the bed, her face all flush, her lips plump and wet and beautiful.
I bent to kiss them again. To feel the heat from them against my own. Her legs spread wide, and Austin entered her easily as she yelped into my mouth. But we kept on going. Kept on kissing and moaning and sharing the same breath.
How many times had I imagined her in my bed? Hell, I couldn’t even count. I thought about all the long, sleepless nights sitting in front of the monitors. Countless hours switching constantly from view to view, outside to inside, looking just as intently at her as I had for signs of trouble.
You fell for her, Kane. Just like that.
Yeah, just like that. Staring at her remotely, even following her to work from
time to time. Watching her deal blackjack to thousands of strangers. Seeing her come home alone, sometimes to cuddle up with a book, or to sit in front of the television. And other times…
Other times we’d caught her in more intimate moments. Dallas Winters was the furthest thing from modest, and liked to prance half-naked through every room in her home. And I’d watched. I’d done it unashamedly, unabashedly. I’d done it knowing she was Connor’s sister, but unlike the others that somehow didn’t bother me.
Maybe that’s because I saw her for what she was: a woman. A strong, beautiful woman, as sexy as she was independent, and I wasn’t about to feel the least bit bad about any attraction I had for her.
“Mmmmm…”
She twisted sideways, as Austin really started nailing her. Then, suddenly, her mouth was on me. It felt incredible, looking down and seeing her beautiful face. Watching her suck on me eagerly, sliding her tongue along the underside of my shaft and winking at me when she finally caught my eye.
God, she’s perfect.
I held her steady as Austin fucked her, pinning her writhing, feminine body between us. Her skin was like poured milk. Smooth and perfect. We took turns sweeping her hair back from her face, or adjusting her hips, or whatever we needed to do to take the most possible pleasure in her.
And we were giving her pleasure too. I could see it in her half-lidded eyes, all glazed over and full of wanton abandon. She was enjoying this every bit as much as we were, as if she’d done it before, or had been wanting it her whole life. She’d also been the one who motioned them over...
It went on forever, or at least it sure seemed that way. The wind howled and the skies remained dark and the three of us kept on screwing her, kissing her, devouring her body hungrily. Dallas responded in kind, refusing to be broken. She gave back everything that she got, no matter how many times we swapped places or changed positions. She bucked back against us as we took turns on her, filling her warmth and wetness from both eager ends.
Maddox finished first, losing himself down her hot, greedy throat. I felt a flare of arousal watching her swallow him down, pumping him with her fist, draining him of every last drop. At long last he collapsed backward, totally spent, his lips forming a curse and a grin.
Austin followed almost immediately, pushed over the edge by what we’d just seen. He spilled himself over her beautiful body, spraying her breasts and her neck. Ultimately he allowed her to take over with one slender hand, directing where his come went, and ending by smearing it sexily along her pink areola.
Dallas had one gorgeous leg over my shoulder, and I was balls-deep in her heated folds. I was already close. With the others done and falling away, I had her full attention now. She stared up at me with a wicked, sensuous grin.
Inside me, she mouthed silently.
Holy shit, that was all it took. Her pretty face looking up at me. Those penetrating eyes, locked on mine. The idea of going off inside her, of finally exploding after all this time…
“UNGHH!”
I slammed myself home one last time, then erupted like an angry volcano. Dallas’s blue eyes went wide as she felt it; my hot come, splashing inside her. Painting the walls of her womb, filling her with a steady, euphoric stream of my warm, runny seed, as I grunted and groaned and craned my face toward the sky.
“FUCK!”
It was white-hot heaven — a million brilliant explosions, — all going off at once. An entire universe of want and need and desire… the culmination of a year’s-long obsession, finally come to fruition between her beautiful, outstretched legs.
I collapsed forward on top of her, still coming and coming. Filling her to overflowing, until I could feel our combined wetness soaking against us both. Dallas responded by throwing her arms around me and screwing me back. By enmeshing the fingers of both hands against the back of my head, pulling me into her, whispering so hotly in my ear the whole time I thought I’d go out of my mind with pleasure.
“Yes, baby…” she murmured. “Fill me up. Mmmmm… that’s it baby. Just like that…”
I didn’t care if the others were watching. That one moment was ours, and ours alone. I could feel her body squirming beneath me, her pussy contracting around my cock, milking me for all I was worth.
“YES…”
My vision blurred, the grey edges closing in all around me. I finished in a haze, vaguely aware of Dallas kissing my face. She was holding me now, one hand on each of my cheeks. Adjusting me so that I could look into her eyes, or rather, so she could see straight into mine.
“You okay?” she smiled mischievously.
I nodded, numbly.
“We uh… might’ve lost you for a minute there.”
In the background, I could hear Maddox and Austin chuckle. They might as well have been clapping, I was fine either way. A few cloudy seconds went by, and I was dimly aware of them filing out of the room.
“That was pretty fucking amazing,” Dallas breathed, flexing her thighs on either side of me. She kissed me once more, this time on the forehead. “But I think I’m ready to sleep now.”
Fourteen
DALLAS
“Morning!”
I walked straight into the kitchen, past Maddox, past Kane. Right past Austin, cleaning his cereal bowl in the sink already.
It was like ripping off a band-aid.
“Umm… Morning,” replied Maddox weakly. I noticed his body language had changed already. He looked stiff and uncomfortable as he held up a pan. “Did you want eggs?”
“If you’re making them, sure.”
I grabbed a mug and poured myself a nice cup of coffee. Real coffee. Freshly-ground and steaming, dripped from an actual coffee maker, selected by me.
“We could do bacon too,” Austin said hesitantly. “If you were into that.”
“Bacon would be cool.”
I slid into my usual chair, pinning my hair up as I went. All three of them were looking down now. Looking up. Looking anywhere except at me.
“So are we gonna talk about it?”
My words dropped loudly in the silent room. They looked even more uncomfortable, if that were possible. Only now they were turning red too.
“Talk about what?”
“About last night,” I said, kicking my feet up. “You guys ever do that before?”
I’d decided upon waking there were two ways this could go: the awkward way, or the really awkward way. I wasn’t sure which one was which, but this path was definitely more my style.
“Do wha—”
“Tag team a girl,” I said, cutting Austin off abruptly. “You know, together.”
The kitchen couldn’t have been more silent if the world outside had ended. For a long while, no one spoke.
“Have you ever done anything like that?” asked Maddox.
“No,” I answered with a shrug. “But I’d lying if I said I hadn’t wanted to. It’s obviously been a fantasy of mine… although I always kinda figured it would happen with two guys before it happened with three.”
Austin let out a short, nervous laugh. “You uh, seemed pretty okay with it.”
“Hey,” I said. “When life gives you lemons…”
Maddox started cracking eggs into the pan. “We weren’t exactly making lemonade last night,” he smirked.
“No,” I agreed. “Definitely not. But when life gives you three hot roommates who sleep practically naked, and two of them happen to burst into the bedroom while you’re fucking the third…”
Kane coughed over his mug, nearly spitting his own coffee all over the floor. Damn, I was foolish to be nervous. I was actually enjoying this.
“Yeah, well Kane fucked up last night,” said Maddox, his eyes flitting over to deliver his friend an admonishing glance. “He broke our one rule. The only rule.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And that is?”
“We vowed not to get involved with you,” he replied. “All three of us.”
“Oh,” I said, having trouble suppressing a grin.
They looked at each other again, maybe for help. It was kind of cute.
“When you moved in here,” Maddox went on, “we all made a vow that none of us would hit on you. None of us would even flirt with you. Certainly none of us would ever—”
“Fuck me?” I asked over my mug.
The three of them went silent again. Austin looked like he was trying to swallow a baseball. Maddox was overcooking the eggs. Kane however, appeared as if he were enjoying the conversation every bit as much as I was. Maybe more.
“He should’ve left you alone,” said Maddox, scrambling for a spatula. “He should never have—”
“Technically,” Kane interrupted, “I kept my vow.” His eyes shifted my way. “Dallas was the one who invited herself into my bed last night.”
They looked at me and I nodded. “Guilty as charged.”
“Still,” Austin broke in. “You didn’t have to—”
“Look,” I said, putting my feet down again. “You guys are soldiers. SEALs. Brothers in arms. You’ve endured grueling physical training together, seen combat together. You even live together, sharing the same home, the same expenses, even the same common goals.”
Austin squinted at me. It occurred to me suddenly he’d forgotten all about the bacon.
“What’s your point?”
“My point,” I went on, “is that you boys share everything.”
My emphasis on the last word dropped like a hammer. The only sound in the kitchen was the pop and hiss of eggs, bubbling.
I shrugged at them. “And now you’ve shared me.”
It was more than a little insane, how logical I’d just made it all sound. Hell, it even seemed rationalized in my own head. Granted, I’d had some time to think about it. Some very dreamy, very fun recollection time, while drifting off to sleep, staring at the ceiling.
“No one did anything wrong here,” I said, standing up. “In fact, everything felt kinda… right.”
I strutted across the kitchen in my little sleep shorts, which rode way too high on my legs. The T-shirt I was wearing only came down halfway. It showed off the flat of my stomach. My belly button…