A Little Bit Cupid: A Collection of Short Stories

by Lady Boss Press

  Landon

  We’re stunned and motionless with Abigail’s affirmation. It takes my brain only a second to realize what she has shared. I move from Ren’s release, slowly making my way to her, carefully, purposefully. Ren’s body bounces from the bed. I don’t have to see him or hear him, to know his intention. We are completely different men, but we’ve always been so in tune with one another.

  “Would you believe me if I said we’ve wanted you for some time? Fuck, for a long fucking time,” I explain.

  Her fingers are at her lips, her body is quaking, and she lowers her head. I’m near her but wait to touch her, because once I do, it’ll be over for all of us. The second I connect with Abs, all bets are off, and my body will have to claim her—as my lover, best friend, and partner will do the same thing—after me.

  “Not until tonight. It was sort of obvious, yet confusing at the same time.” A little smile parts her gorgeous full lips. Her eyes roam up and down. “And fuck are you two gorgeous.” This elicits a laugh from both of us, as Ren’s arms wrap around me. Between these two is the only place I ever want to find myself.

  “Can I kiss you?” My question has her peering over my shoulder, and Ren’s laughter is music to my ears. He’s undoubtedly, the quieter of us, but whenever we speak of Abigail Spencer, he turns into a chatterbox. And, my man could be out and out kinky when it would come to fantasies about his sweet Abigail.

  “Are you asking me for permission?” Ren’s tone is low and controlled, the usual Ren way, but his breath on my neck has me excited that he’ll be watching what we’ve both dreamed about for years. She answers with a simple nod. “Yes, I want nothing more than for you to kiss Landon because when he’s done with you, I’ll have my fill, my sweet Abigail.”

  Her gaze sweeps back to mine, and as my fingers touch both sides of her gentle and pure face, I ask one last time, “Are you okay with this, Abs?”

  Her head bobs up and down, and as her lips part, I lean in slowly. This is all I’ve ever dreamt of, and I want to savor it like the best candy I’ve ever eaten.

  This is not to be rushed. Claiming Abigail Spencer will be a journey, and we aren’t at the beginning. No, we’ve planned for this for some time, but I’d not end my excursion anytime soon.

  My hand drifts to her lip, and with my hold on her, I pull the object of our affection closer to me, so close her tits are pushed against my chest. With my other hand, I tilt her head up, because I have to admire the view of where I’m going. Her majestic eyes are like the stars sitting on the mountain peak. The curves of her waist and ass are like I’m looking over the peaks and valleys, miles of land so beautiful, it has never been claimed before.

  She still has yet to place her own hands on me because she’s lost in this moment. I can’t forget our passenger, along for one hell of a ride, too, my co-pilot in life. His continuous moans give me the fuel to conquer this prize, to start on the first leg of our journey, and when I open my lips, we connect in the most gentle of ways, her mouth opening for endless exploration.

  “Fuck.” This is Ren’s voice, and his fingers dance on my forearms, his presence being as big of a turn-on as Abs is herself. “You two are so beautiful together.” I lose the contact of one of his hands on me, but I don’t have to wonder where it goes. With a whimper from Abs, I imagine all the different joy he’s bringing to her, on this most crucial trip we’ve ever gone on, together.

  “Yeah, that’s it, my sweet Abigail, just feel. Don’t think. Let us conquer you.” We’ve often compared her as our journey together, and on the night set aside for lovers, we’re making our dream come true.

  Chapter Five

  Ren

  How can one neck be so sexy? Her lips crashing with the man I love is equally sensual and erotic. And then there are the mewls slipping from those perfect lips of hers. When my hands connect with both her body and his, they both back into them, as if they know it’s me. And don’t get me started on Landon’s erection, which has my attention, as my eyes wander to how excited my sweet Abigail makes my man.

  “Yes, this is perfect; you both are perfect together.” Landon’s closest hand falls from Abigail, reaching for me, finding my own hardening erection. His whimper is meant for me. It’s how I know this man as well as I do.

  “Abigail, I’d always known you’d look beautiful with Landon, but this is so much more.” Should I mention how we won’t let her go after this? It’s not my intention to scare her, especially before I can compare her taste with what I’ve always imagined.

  She giggles in Landon’s mouth, and he pulls back hesitantly, but my man is not selfish and wants to share. “Hey baby,” his words are for Abigail, leaning his body in one last time, to kiss her on the forehead. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, for you, with us?”

  “Really?” Her question lingers in the air, but I’m not patient.

  “We’ll answer all your questions, but now, I’ve waited my turn, and I must taste you.”

  My gaze turns to my lover. “How was it?” I drop a tender kiss, displaying my forever love for him, for both of them.

  “All we’ve dreamt about and more.”

  I’m so needy for Abigail when I pull her a little more roughly toward me, a long moan is emitted from her almost bruised lips. “Can’t say I’ll be gentle.” But Landon wasn’t either. He’s been sampling the package, but hell, we were planning on more than sampling. We were keeping her.

  “I love it rough.”

  “Fuck.” Landon’s curse words were the beginning, and as I bring her to me, I crash my lips against hers with the same velocity.

  Her lips are soft, and they taste of minty grapes mixed with the flavor of Landon. My mind is both blank and running rapid with so many thoughts. Don’t ask how this is possible. But in it all, the whole world fades away, and the only two people who matter, who have ever mattered, are in my space.

  This experience with Abigail is as equal as my first kiss with Landon. Her touch is gentle, wherewith Landon, what you see is what you get. Abigail has always been more reserved, especially when it comes to her brother’s feelings. And fuck, I try not to think of Zander as Abigail’s and my tongues touch, dance, and join with each other.

  The headache of Zander will still be there for us in the morning when we wake, and we can deal with him then.

  Landon’s fingers pull for my cock, and I don’t have to see him, to feel the rush of air as his tongue connects with the tip. He has this effect on me, with a swirly type back and forth motion. I swear, with the sensations of Abigail’s taste on my mouth and my lover's tongue on my dick, I’m about to come. Her own whimpers increase, and I wonder since Landon is between us, what he might be doing to our sweet Abigail. I push for deep access in her luscious mouth. Her hands find their way around my neck, pulling away from our kiss, only to move her assault to my neck. I adjust my eyes to Landon, still between us, and his hands have somehow removed her bottoms, and his fingers have disappeared within Abigail. “Oh, fuck, lover, keep doing this, whatever you’re doing.”

  Abigail’s words are labored with her agreement. “Yeah, whatever you’re doing, don’t quit.” But my lover does quit, moving his hand, stroking my cock and lathering his tongue within Abigail’s sex. “Oh, yeah, that’s even better.” Abigail stills, lost in it all, and I don’t blame her. Landon’s tongue is the best.

  I wrap my arms around her, holding her up, and when her body begins to quiver, I know she’s close. “She’s so close, baby, so fucking close.” In all of this, I’m not sure who I’d been calling baby. Both of them, quite possibly.

  She emits the highest pitches of pleasures, and it sends shivers up and down my spine. “Our sweetest Abigail.” In my grasp, she’s able to stand, while Landon leaves the middle, only to reappear behind her, across from me, with both of us now holding her up. Sweeping her almost white hair back from her ivory skin, she tips her face up to me, and I’m lost in the topaz blues of her eyes. They call for me. They beckon me in.

 
“You okay, our sweetest?” I ask, and a little smile peeks through.

  “So good, I’m better than good.” Lacing her fingers with mine, I pull her gently to our bed.

  Landon positions himself on the other side of Abigail, reaching for my hand, over her bare stomach. We’d been naked since Abigail walked in on us, but she still has on a tank top, covering her tits, only. In her skimpy top, she leans over toward Landon, a beautiful tattoo peeking through, which I’d noticed earlier. “When did you get this?” I ask, Landon leaning over to look at it.

  Her face reddens. “We all have them—the bitch posse. We set goals early on and shortly after graduation, we got these dream catchers, so we’ll never forget to not only dream, but to grab our dreams, holding on tight to them.”

  “It’s fucking sexy.” Landon begins, leaning over to drop a kiss on her head, settling next to her, a constant smile on his face. Abigail had always been his dream, our dream but now we’re living it.

  He continues, “Abs, we want you. It’s simple. We’ve wanted you since the day the two of us declared our love for one another. You’ve always been with us. We want you now.”

  She rolls over on her back, in the middle, and both of us turn to our sides to face her. “Why didn’t you tell me—well besides the fact of having an overprotective jack ass brother.”

  She’s not wrong. Zander is genuinely our brother in every way, shape, and form. There’s only one thing which would ruin our lifetime friendship, and she’s lying between us. When we told Zander that Landon and I were a couple, his first response had been, “At least I don’t have to kill one of you for dating my sister.”

  We’d already acknowledged to each other if ever given a chance with Abigail Spencer, we’d take it, together.

  I’m the first person to answer Abigail. “We never wanted to pressure you. If you were too young, people would claim you were simply sowing your wild oats.” We didn’t have to say who people were. All of us knew it would be her brother’s first reaction. “And we wanted to wait to make sure it wasn’t strictly infatuation.”

  Her eyes blush, and she pulls for the blanket on the bed to cover herself up. “Um, no, Missy.” Landon’s stern words have me smirking, watching her and her bare pussy, on display for the both of us. “As a matter of fact, we’re naked, and you are not.” Landon pushes himself to his knees, pulling her tank top off, exposing the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. Her chest has always been on the larger side, but in person, her tits are majestic.

  “Fuck me sideways, Abs. Look at you,” Landon swoons, and she pulls for the fucking blanket again, and this time, I grab it, tossing it to the floor.

  “Our Sweet Abigail,” I begin “Do you want this, us, as much as both of us want you?”

  She bobs her head up and down. Landon steers her head to his with his fingers. “Haven’t you had feelings for us for a long time too, sexy?”

  Slapping her hands to her face, she starts to cackle. “I thought I hid them well.”

  Landon winks at me, then at our sweet Abigail. “Um, not too well, sexy, but it showed us what we always knew.”

  “And what’s that?” She peeks her eyes through one of the slats of her hands.

  It’s my turn to answer. “You belong with us.”

  Landon is done with semantics; he’s all for actions at this point. “Tell me now if you don’t want us, and we’ll carry you back to your bed, fantasizing of the orgasm you had at our hands. But if you want us, show us how much you want us, sexy.”

  Her hand reaches for Landon’s cock, and his eyes roll back in his head. I’m happy, and turned on, watching him in this state of arousal. That is, until Abigail reaches for my cock, stroking us at the same time. My lover is on his knees, and I roll over to my back, but Landon doesn’t disappoint when his body leans over Abigail’s to drop his lips on mine.

  “Holy fuck, you two are sexy,” Abigail croons. Landon’s eyes are locked on mine, a wink spurring me on, and in the pretzel of arms and legs, my fingers make their way to Abigail’s nipples. “Hmmm,” she lets out, and Landon and I emotionally connect over her whimpers of pleasure.

  He sits back up, and I know when we come, we want to come in her, not by the wonder of her hands. There’s a time for the wonder of her hand on our cocks, but not the first time we’re together.

  “Who gets her first?” Landon whispers, and because he’s the one who never let go of this dream when all I ever thought the three of us could be was a dream, I lean forward.

  “You lover, but I’m coming in hard and heavy.”

  In a split second, we have our sweet Abigail on her back, I’m kneeling by her face, with a condom in my hand. “You okay, sexy?” Landon questions.

  “You’ve wanted me for a long time. Right? You two were together, but, it didn’t stop me wanting you both, also.” In her proclamation are the building blocks of the three of us together.

  “Believe it, I need to fuck you sweet and slow.” Landon’s declaration is surprising. He’s the daring one, hot-tempered, quick to action, where I’m more methodical. But, I plan to fuck her hard and fast. This is how well Landon and I complement each other. We both know what the different one needs before we do.

  His first thrust is slow, steady, his eyes holding onto her gaze. “Wow, my sexy little thing.” He leans forward, deepening the moment with a kiss. His bare ass, moving up and down as his cock disappears into Abigail is more than sexy. It’s love at its very core.

  “I won’t last in you, sexy.” He speeds up his assault, and my eyes are lost on her. The expression on her face tells me all I need to know. She’s lost too, both of them flying high together.

  “Abs, I’m close.” Landon’s words aren’t out of his mouth when she begins to quiver like before.

  “Let go, our sweetest Abigail.” My hand is on her head, stroking the light strands of her hair. Her orgasm hits strong, as Landon’s does, too.

  “Fuck, that was the most beautiful sight, ever.” Landon leans over, again, kissing me like before.

  “And we’re not done. It’s your turn, next, baby.” My lover’s decree has me ready. I will claim this woman because she’ll never be allowed to leave us after tonight.

  Chapter Six

  Abigail

  I’m dreaming, right, with both men, surrounding me, Landon inside of me. Ren begins rolling a condom up his rather large cock, about to enter me too. If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to fucking wakeup.

  “Abs, are you still with us?” Landon’s fingers pinch my nipples, and in pain, I find my wetness only intensifies.

  “Don’t wake me up. I want to live in this dream forever.”

  Ren is between my legs, and he seems so real. “Oh, our sweetest Abigail, this isn’t a dream, but a dream come true. We aren’t going anywhere.”

  He enters me, and this man, who is typically the gentler of the two, is a beast, like his cock. He pushes hard inside of me, and I welcome him and love the nature of this in the most intimate of moments.

  “I won’t last long, my sweetest. But, I can guarantee you, this won’t be the last time I’m inside of you.” More? Sure, sign me the fuck up. I’ve decided, as I’m coming out of my fog, hoping this is as real as they feel, having two men fulfilling my deepest desires, is a fuckton of right in my book.

  Landon’s lips cover mine, but the emotional connection between Ren and myself is not severed. The lull of his thrusts fuels my kiss with Landon.

  “You’re perfect, sexy, absolutely fucking perfect.”

  I begin to contract around Ren’s cock, and the smirk from Landon is a turn on too. “Yep, we do this to you. Abs, don’t fucking forget it.”

  Ren falls on top of me, kissing my forehead. “You’re everything we’ve wanted. Please stay with us tonight. We want to wake with you.”

  Ren’s words are laced with a vulnerable emotion, tugging at my heart. “I can’t think of any other place I’d rather be.”

  With both men’s arms around me, their link to one another,
I fall asleep, safe in their arms.

  My head is hazy, at best, with a crazy dream waking me. I smile, thinking of the memories, shooting up from the foreign bed I find myself in. Looking around, my two companions from last night are nowhere near me.

  Do they just want a fast get away from this? Do I regret the ménage’ I enjoyed with both men? Fuck, no. They’ve been my desire for years, but desires never equate into dreams, at least for me.

  Rolling from the middle of the bed, I almost fall out. The bathroom to their en-suite is open and no one is anywhere to be found. Well, if this isn’t an insult of what last night was, I don’t know what is.

  All I need to do is get to the guest room and retrieve my phone. I won’t sneak off as if I regret this, because I don’t. I’ll act cordial, all while they left me to wake up on my own. I get it, this will more than demolish their friendship with my brother.

  Shit! I have no car, at least not here. It’s a good thing I have the Uber app on my phone. After today, there’s no reason I’ll ever see them again. I live in New Mexico, and my brother—his big shindig was last year, with his wedding. I can act as if this hasn’t happened and when they come to visit Zander, I can avoid them. Yet, I’ll pleasure myself to this image with my vibrator, for years. So there’s that.

  Tiptoeing from their room back to mine, I toss the few things I brought with me into my smaller suitcase. I’ll stop and brush my teeth somewhere else. Shit, I’m really desperate if I’m not performing my typical dental hygiene this morning. I have a thing about my bright white teeth.

  The stairwell leads me to the empty living room, my hand is on the door handle. I pull the door back to see if my Uber driver is here first, then I will bid an awkward as fuck farewell to them. The second I open the door, the alarm begins to penetrate the entire house. Footsteps fast approach me from the stairs and another set from the front part of these men’s home.