Trinity(15)

“Show me.” I let all my defenses down, sprawling out beneath their traveling tongues. “Show me how much you missed me.” Never have I allowed myself to be so vulnerable. But tonight proved one thing. I don’t want to be alone or without these two men. Ever.

“We will always show you.” Shane’s mouth meets mine for another fiery kiss before he turns to Chase and shares the same heated embrace. I run my fingers through both of their hair as their tongues tangle right in front of me. Watching them is so fucking hot. Hotter than I ever could have imagined. So raw, and carnal, and powerful. I slip my hand down between my legs wanting to get off on the virile show, but Chase brushes my fingers away.

“Not tonight. Tonight, your ass and pussy and pleasure are ours.”

I have no objections.

“I can live with that.” I sweep my palms over their hardening cocks. “But you had better hurry, because I’m impatient.”

“You’ll wait until we goddamn say you’re ready.” Chase pins my hands over my head in a show of dominance.

“I just need you so bad.” I spread my legs, imploring them both.

“And you’ll get us.” He releases me, the two of them moving south at the same time. I squirm as they lightly run their lips over my naked body, teasing me, tickling me, promising me a night of profane things to come.

Together, they bite their way up the inside of each of my thighs, moving with purpose to the promised land. I spasm as they both tongue my pussy at the same time. An erotic French kiss of epic proportions. They work as a team, licking sensually, searching out every fold, fissure, and crevice. I watch with shadowy vision as two heads bob and two tongues indulge in my slick, hot flesh. I begin to flail as they break down the door to my desire, saturating me with saliva from the tip of my crease to the crack of my ass. My clit throbs as they spread my legs open and upward, feasting on their paralyzed prey. One sucking mercilessly on my pulsating little nub, while the other stabs me repeatedly with the tip of his tongue. But even with all the physical stimulation, it’s their pace that’s my undoing. They know I like a slow, lingering assault, and that’s exactly their attack strategy.

I start to jerk my hips, a cyclone raging inside me. I need more—demand more—but they won’t give it. They wanted to show me how much they missed me, and they are, by prolonging the torture. By reveling in my desperate sounds and my weeping pussy.

“God, please!” I crunch up painfully, as my need is sliced away one thin, fine layer at a time.

“Again, scream it,” one of them demands as a hair more pressure is added to my clit.

“Please!” I cry out, disturbing the stationary darkness. They both moan in tandem as I buck against their faces.

I can’t keep track of who is doing what as my eyes are screwed shut, but I feel the sharpest, yet most alleviating pressure, in my pussy and in my ass, as they finger and lick me into oblivion. I shatter to pieces I as come everywhere, my shrieking cries threatening to break a window.

Fuck, these two men know just how to destroy me and take immense pleasure in doing so.

I moan mindlessly, a wreck on the bed as they flip me onto my stomach. “You don’t think we’re done with you yet?”

Chase urges me onto my hands and knees.

I weakly protest as Shane rolls beneath me sixty-nine style and latches his mouth back onto my clit.

“Oh,” I wince in agony. It’s so tender.

“Suck his cock, pixie.” Chase pushes my head down, as he enters me from behind. I squeak from the force of his thick cock as I wrap my lips around Shane’s straining length. I suck sluggishly as they wage a new war on my body. Shane’s swirling tongue and Chase’s hammering thrusts sending me to another mind-altering land. I hum around Shane’s shaft helplessly as I become another ticking time bomb.

“See how much we missed you, Jenn?” Chase grunts as he fucks me. “See how much we love this body?” I jerk as Shane nibbles my clit, my insides quivering. “No one will ever make you feel as good as we will.” I mewl in response as Shane works his stiff cock in and out of my mouth.

“C’mon, pixie, come for us again. Give us every drop of that sweet juice.” Chase traps my hips and slams into me causing me to squeal. I bear down as the feel of Shane’s relentless tongue and Chase’s demanding cock careens me right over the edge. My thighs tremble, and my pussy explodes with another rush of wetness as my body and mind succumb helplessly to their demands. A muffled cry escapes from me as the climatic revolutions hit one after the other after the other.

After the last, my limbs give out.

The two of them just annihilated me in the most decadent way.

I suck air through my nose as I lay lifeless on Shane’s body.

“That’s it.” He kisses my swollen clit before Chase withdraws and they roll me onto the mattress. “That’s exactly what we wanted. You, soaking wet.” I catch a glimpse of him wiping the glistening moisture from his face right before Chase pilfers a searing kiss, moaning in approval of the taste on Shane’s lips. “Our turn, pixie.” Chase lays on his back pulling my limp form on top of him. Through all the madness, I didn’t realize they didn’t come.

“I got a taste of Shane’s lips. Now, it’s time I get a taste of yours.” Chase traps my face, fusing his mouth to mine, stretching my jaw wide as he plunges his tongue halfway down my throat. The feel of Shane’s fingers causes me to groan as he spreads my dripping arousal from my puffy folds up the line of my ass. He breaches the hole with one finger, pumping lightly.

“This is where I want to come,” he adds a second digit and stretches as Chase slips back inside me. I’m so wet, the two of them glide effortlessly in and out.

“Brace yourself, baby,” Shane mutters in my ear as the tip of his cock pokes at my wanton little rosebud. “I need you so bad. I’m going to push right in.” Before I even have a chance to protest, Shane penetrates me fully, burying his cock balls deep into the resistant little ring. I struggle and screech against Chase’s death grip on my cheeks as he swallows my uncomfortable moans, the initial bite morphing into a dull burn before blistering pleasure.

“That’s my girl. I knew you could take it.” Shane circles his hips, exploiting the tight muscles of my channel. My eyes roll back as they fuck me collectively. Chase never releasing me from our kiss.

Blazing moments pass as three bodies become one. As we each seize and shudder and shake, finding sweet release in the confines of one another.

The feeling of two red-blooded males coming inside me is unlike any other experience on the planet. Being with them, loving them is like worshiping a whole new religion.

Sweaty, breathless, and replete, I drift off secure in their arms. My last thought—their embrace is exactly where I’m meant to be.





I HATE WAKING UP ALONE. I stretch out, taking up the whole bed. I sigh as I look up at the coffered ceiling. I’m getting too used to this room. This place.

These men.

If I don’t get up, they’ll keep me in bed all day again, forcing me to submit to their every wicked whim. I find myself smiling. I like their wicked whims.

All of them.

I pad out barefoot into the living room in just one of Chase’s white undershirts and a pair of panties. The punishing my body took last night has left me deliciously sore. A good pain I can most definitely live with. I find Chase sitting at the dining room table, shirtless, sporting glasses and reading over what I assume is work material. He has that pensive, studious lawyer look on his face. I know he’s focused, but I just can’t help myself. I climb onto his lap and into his arms, disturbing his work. He doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

“Morning.” He tightens his grip and presses a long, lingering kiss on my lips.

“Good morning,” I purr, looking up into his big brown, penetrating eyes. “These,”—I push the thick, black-rimmed glasses up his nose—“are sexy. How come I didn’t know you wore them?”

He grins guiltily. “I hate them. I usually live in my contacts. But my eyes were killing me this morning. So I caved.”

“I wish you would cave more often. I like you in glasses.”

“Really?” He’s pessimistic.

“Really. They’re Superman sexy.”

“Now you’re stretching it.”

“I mean it! There is something about a man with muscles and glasses.”

“If you say so,” he smirks modestly.

“I do.” I push lightly on the glasses once more. “Where’s Shane?”

“Surfing.” Chase nods at the window.

“I should have known.” He always sneaks in some board time in the morning. “What are you working on?” Papers are spread out all over the glass table.

“Sales and acquisitions. It’s a blast.”

“That looks like a lot of acquisitions.”

“Not as many as you may think. Each one just has an unbearable amount of paperwork.”

“Clearly.” I resist the urge to joke if the Corkscrew’s procurement is among that paperwork. But a dig like that could open the door to some unwelcome conversation. And no one wants that, especially after the night we had. My skin is still on fire. Just resting in Chase’s arms has my blood pumping to all my pressure points. The one between my legs primarily. Jesus, these men and what they can do to me.