Reuel groaned, and she heard Pierce swallow audibly, heard the rush of his breath. Spreading her thighs wider, she leaned forward, bracing her palms on Reuel’s knees and bearing down with slow, deliberate pressure until she felt his cock stretching her to her limits. Catching her buttocks in his hands, Reuel arched upward even as he bore down on her, sinking more deeply still. A groan of pleasure scraped along her throat. She arched her head back, feeling her breasts sway with the movement, swinging free of the gaping neck of her gown.
When she managed to open her eyes again, she saw that Pierce was absently rubbing his cock, his gaze on her swaying breasts. She lifted up, allowing Reuel’s cock to slide out of her until only the head remained inside, until Pierce could see where their bodies joined.
She licked her lips. “Let me see it,” she said huskily.
Pierce’s startled gaze moved to meet hers, but after only a brief hesitation, he pushed his trousers down his hips and kicked them off, freeing his cock, massaging it. Groaning at the heat that went through her, Dalia pressed down again, forcing Reuel’s cock deeply inside of her. Again, he arched to meet her, bearing down on her buttocks harder than before. She squeezed her eyes shut, arching her head back as pleasure akin to pain tore through her.
She sensed that Pierce had moved close moments before she felt his mouth open over the tip of one undulating breast. He sucked her nipple hard, sending another harsh jolt of pleasure through her as she lifted her hips high and then pushed down again. She whimpered in pleasure, her mind black with it, her body feeling as if it was on fire as Reuel forced her into a faster rhythm, each time allowing his cock to slide almost completely from her body before driving it almost painfully deep.
And all the while, Pierce sucked first one nipple and then the other, teased them with his tongue, until she began to struggle to keep her climax at bay, striving to hold onto the pleasure just a little longer.
Just when she thought she couldn’t hold back any longer, Pierce ceased his sweet torment of her nipples. With an effort, she opened her eyes.
He was kneeling in front of her, massaging his cock. She leaned forward as Reuel began pounding into her harder and harder, reaching for his own culmination. Flicking her tongue out, she dragged it slowly over the rounded tip of his cock, licking the sensitive head with slow deliberation. He groaned, gripping her shoulder, shifting slightly closer. She opened her mouth over him, sucking the head of his cock and then running her tongue around the sensitive ridge at its base.
A jolt of heat went through her. Pierce groaned, his fingers clenching in her hair.
Lifting her hands from Reuel’s knees, she caught Pierce’s hips, pulling him toward her as she opened her mouth wide to take his erection fully inside her mouth. He shuddered, began to move his cock in and out of her mouth, matching the jolting rhythm that Reuel set as he pumped his cock into her harder and faster, and so deeply each thrust sent another shaft of mind numbing, almost painful pleasure through her until she whimpered with the effort to contain it.
His fingers clenching and unclenching on her shoulder, Pierce shook as she held his erection tightly in her mouth, resisting his thrust and retreat, sucking on him as her body hovered on the verge of release. Abruptly, Dalia felt her belly clench, spasm with the first waves of culmination. She groaned, sucking Pierce’s cock harder as it washed over her in increasingly hard waves. His cock jerked in her mouth as he reached his own crisis. Feeling his effort to withdraw, she dug her fingers into his buttocks, sucking him harder, refusing to release him as his crisis fed her own pleasure. He lost the battle, cried out hoarsely as his body convulsed in release and his hot seed spewed into her mouth. She sucked him greedily, gripping him until his body ceased to spasm in release.
With a growl of satisfaction, Reuel rammed deeply inside of her, bearing down on her hips as his orgasm spilled from him in convulsing waves.
Releasing her hold on Pierce at last, Dalia braced her shaking arms on Reuel’s knees, panting for breath. Pierce sat back, bracing his fists on the table on either side of him, his head drooping forward on his shoulders as he, too, struggled to catch his breath. “I thought you were going to kill me,” he muttered hoarsely.
Gathering herself, Dalia pushed back until she was leaning against Reuel’s chest once more, caressing his cheek as she studied Pierce. “It was good for me, too,” she said, stretching in satisfaction.
Pierce looked up at her a long moment and finally shook his head. Smiling faintly, he got up, snatched his trousers from the floor and departed.
Reuel grunted. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, keeping his voice carefully neutral.
Dalia twisted around until she was seated across his lap. “You didn’t?”
A shiver skated through him. He caressed her cheek, dropping a light kiss on her forehead and then her eyelids. “Immensely. But on my nights, I want you all to myself.”
Chuckling, she looped her arms around his neck. “I’m all yours.”
His eyes gleamed. Slipping one arm around her back, and one beneath her knees, he stood up and strode into his bedroom with her. “You are incorrigible,” he muttered.
She laughed. “I’m not. I’m very, very good. And that was an anniversary present, for both of you, from me, with all my love.”
Epilogue
Dalia felt like purring with satisfaction. There were a lot of reasons for it.
The first had been her first real dinner. She’d spent most of the day in the kitchen studying a computer screen to prepare the meal she’d planned. It was nothing short of amazing that it had been successful. She’d learned to use the strange cooking machines Reuel had in his house months ago, learned to use them adequately, not well.
On her cooking days, she managed to prepare a reasonably nutritious meal that was reasonably edible, but there was no getting around the fact that both Reuel and Pierce were much better at cooking than she was.
She had something special to announce tonight, however, and she’d decided that the best way to go about it was to feed them well, then fuck them well, and then, when they were completely mellowed and putty in her hands she would make her announcement.
They were surprised when they saw she’d set the table in the formal dining room downstairs, amazed at the beauty and variety of the dishes she set on the table. But they were absolutely stunned when they discovered that the food actually tasted good, too.
When she’d settled Claire for the night, she went into her room and prepared for phase two.
Reuel and Pierce were in the middle of a game of chess when she strolled from the room and sat down on the couch, too involved to begin with to notice her. Finally, Reuel had glanced toward her with a smile on his face that froze. Pierce, alerted by Reuel’s expression, glanced at her and then did a double take.
She smiled at them, wagging her knees casually.
