He pulled out, his eyes afire, and his cock still hard. “Tit fuck me, woman, and then I’ll give it to you, hard.”
As he barked out his order, Morio suddenly nipped me, just enough to send me over the edge, and I came, crying out. He pulled away and after the orgasm settled, I rose to my knees, holding my breasts around Trillian’s erection, pressing them hard as he thrust between them. He grunted, squeezing my tits, and then rolled onto his back.
Still frantic with hunger, I straddled him and leaned forward as I slid down on his cock, driving him deep within me. Morio swung around behind me, and I felt him lubing up my ass, his fingers greasing me, getting me ready. He slid a finger inside my ass and I let out a cry, and then another as Trillian thrust upward, filling my vaj full with his girth and length. The jet of his skin shone against the pale shimmer of my own.
“Ready, love?” Morio’s voice was harsh, telling me that he was more than ready.
I relaxed, falling into the sway of the chemistry that held us all bound. “Yes, please.”
Placing the tip of his cock at my ass, he slowly began to drive himself inward, penetrating me slowly, moving with care so that I felt every stretch, every shift, every thrust forward as he worked the head of his penis into my ass. And then he pushed on, sliding his length in against my squirming butt as he impaled me on his shaft, holding my hips firm so I couldn’t wiggle away. I let out a low moan as both my lovers took up thrusting, first Morio, then Trillian, as I became both the rider and the ridden, sandwiched between them.
Trillian’s brow was covered with perspiration, his eyes lit with his passion. I gazed down into his face. He was my alpha lover, and yet, he was willing to share me with both of my other loves. That made my heart swell even more. I loved them all—all three of my men.
Too often people asked me, “But who would you pick if you could only have one?” There was never an answer, for what I loved in each one only complemented the love I had for the other two. No one man could make me complete. I was complete in myself. Yet they all added a richness to my life that I could never think of being without.
“I love you,” I whispered as Trillian thrust harder. “I love you all so much.”
Morio let out a loud moan from behind me as he picked up the pace, still careful to not tear me, to not hurt me. He laughed, the wildness of his kitsune nature taking over, and drove himself as deep as he could, holding me very still. At the same time, Trillian thrust upward till he could fill me no deeper, and I hung suspended between them, dizzy and awash as my breath came quicker and the energy began to build, spiraling outward like concentric ripples on a pond.
And then, without warning, I came, painfully hard, and the orgasm rolled through me like a massive wave, a tsunami of emotion that racked my heart and body. I came again and again, as Morio and Trillian joined in with their cries.
In a puddle of limp limbs and cold sweat, we lay in a tangle, exhausted and yet vibrating. I managed to slide gracefully out from between them and, standing there, covered in their cum and their sweat, I realized how lucky I was. Love was hard to find in this world—or any world. And I had been blessed three times over.
But all I could say was, “I’m taking a shower. You guys care to join me?”
Then, before I could stop myself, I raced back to the bed and jumped in the middle of the tangle. I kissed Trillian, all over his face, and then Morio. “I love you. Do you both understand how very much I love you?”
Laughing, Trillian wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “We love you too, woman. Now get in there and turn on the shower. I’ll feed the cats—they’re milling.”
Morio just slapped me on the ass as I padded across the floor toward the bath on the other side of the hall. As I stepped beneath the steaming spray and lathered up with an amber bath gel, I lingered in the glow of our lovemaking as long as I could, not willing to face the rest of the day quite yet.
DELILAH WAS ON the phone when we clattered down the stairs. Hanna glanced at the clock, then gave us a withering stare.
“I’m not serving brunch, you know,” she grumbled her way back to the stove, pulling out a pan for eggs and firing up the griddle. “Pancakes and eggs coming up, but the bacon disappeared an hour ago. You come to your meals late, you get what’s left.”
“It’s only nine.” Trillian pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. “Hanna, no bacon, even for me?”
She swatted at him, but smiled. “That might work on Iris, but it won’t work on me. If you want bacon, you’ll have to fetch it from the refrigerator and set it to cook yourself.”