That left the other one to Devin, who chose to massage me with his huge, strong hand while he kissed a fiery trail up and down my neck.
It was a buffet of wonderful sensations.
So much care, so much heat in each of these men’s mouths, in the quiet dirty words they spoke to me as they stoked my pleasure higher and higher toward a peak.
When Jonathan’s previously languorous, savoring licks became more purposeful on my pussy, it didn’t take much longer. By the time my first orgasm tore through me, turning my previously-anxious thoughts all to sunshine and glitter and blissful nothingness, I felt a shift in me.
A need for more, even as my body should, in theory, be satisfied.
I had no need to worry. Devin took Jonathan’s place between my thighs, barely undoing his pants fast enough to free his glorious cock and plunge it into me. I cried out at the intrusion, the hard readiness of it, and Jonathan was at my mouth now, kissing away my sounds with my musk still painted over his lips, his wicked tongue.
Yes,I thought, hardly aware that I could think at all.These men can make me safe, can stop any threat from getting to me.
There was no doubt from the way they fucked me that they were powerful enough to accomplish anything. At the same time, a contradictory truth.These men will ruin me.
They’d already ruined me for anyone else.
Devin lifted my legs, slinging them over his shoulders to reach a new, almost painfully deep angle inside of me. In a few more fierce, sinfully perfect thrusts, I was coming apart again, then Devin was swearing as he pulled out of me, spraying his hot cum across the outer part of my pussy and my lower belly.
I felt my arms reaching out for the others, begging someone else to take up the slack, then it was Alex thrusting into me. He found a steady, meticulous rhythm that matched everything about him. Precise. Efficient. Competent to the point of machinelike calm.
It was no surprise that he had me coming again in no time, flipping me onto my side as he seamlessly adjusted to a new position. It was like spooning, though he held my top leg up, pulled it back so that my foot hooked around his own svelte calf.
The new angle gave him access to my clit, too, and one surprising slow wave of an orgasm quickly turned to two, hard and fast and perfect.
When Alex needed to come, his rhythm faltered, and though my sex-deluded brain wanted to beg him not to leave me, he slid out easily just in time to burst all across my back.
I barely had time to relish the naughtiness of it, being painted by two gorgeous men’s desire at once, before my third and final fuck began.
Jonathan turned me once again, this time letting me sprawl out across his bed on my stomach. He didn’t worry for his expensive sheets, just laid himself across my back and drove his cock into me from behind. One long, desperate stroke that took him inside me as far as he could go. Then, like a tease, or like he wascontrolling himself somehow, he stayed there. Hard and deep and completely stationary inside me.
“You’re safe with us, angel,” I heard his rough, fear-bedraggled voice in my ear. Felt a quick, surprisingly sweet kiss to my neck, the scruff of his beard scraped my skin. Heaven. “We’ve got you.”
Quick as the moment could arrive, it ended. Jonathan was taking his turn, fucking hard into me. I closed my eyes with the perfect joy of the moment as he pounded my pussy hard enough that I’d feel it tomorrow.
It took a little more time, I thought. Maybe that was just the lust haze skewing my sense of it. But when I came one last time, Jonathan hissed in my ear, “Yes, Frankie. That’s it,” and then he was sliding out of my channel and finishing into the sheets.
We lay there together for long enough that I almost wanted to sleep. But the sound of a door opening down the hallway had my eyes snapping open, and Jonathan’s arms squeezed once around me then loosened to let me move.
“We’ve got to get up, Frankie,” he said. “Alex and Devin are off following orders, being the good little soldiers they are. Which means I get the privilege of taking care of you.”
I frowned, a little confused. “Didn’t you already do that? All three of you? Like…multiple times?”
His laugh came from the other side of the bed, where he’d rolled away to straighten himself up. “We’re taking care of a different need now. You need to eat something.”
I was almost embarrassed to not have thought about that.
It wasn’t easy to prioritize keeping myself alive when I’d just been fucked into oblivion. But at his words, my stomach gave an insistent growl, then a silky robe fell over me.
I murmured my thanks as I pulled it over my nakedness and followed Jonathan down the hallway.
His kitchen was the kind of space lifestyle magazines pretended people casually cooked in.
Clean marble counters.
Copper pans hung purposefully and artfully on the wall.
A refrigerator so big it probably had its own neighborhood watch program.
