“No,” Dex said, serious for once. “But I do have a problem with commitment. But when I’m with her, the thought of settling down with one woman doesn’t scare the shit out of me.”
“One woman between the three of us?” Marty asked.
“Yeah, perhaps it’s not having sole responsibility for her that’s done it.”
“Nothing to do with the fact that she’s as sexy as hell then?” Bay asked. “Seriously though, buddy, I know exactly what you mean. It’s time to put your trust in a woman again.”
Dex nodded. “We haven’t known her for long, but then it doesn’t take long to know when something’s absolutely right.” He shook his head. “I must be crazy. I haven’t even fucked her yet.”
“What is it about her?” Marty asked.
“Hell if I know,” Bay said. “She’s spirited, and single-minded in her determination to forego her own career in order to help her granddad. That’s admirable, but it isn’t that.” He shrugged. “She isn’t trying to cling or make any sort of impression on us—”
“Which is unusual enough to make us notice her,” Marty pointed out. “But it’s more than just that. She’s special in other ways.”
“You don’t feel that your independence is threatened by her?” Bay suggested.
Marty rubbed his chin. “That’s just it. I wouldn’t mind if it was.”
Dex felt like an outsider as his two buddies enthused about the women they’d both had a piece of. Dex had that pleasure in store. He might not know anything about her performance in bed yet but could still relate to what Bay and Marty had to say about her as a person. She’d gotten him thinking with something other than his dick, which was unheard of when it came to an attractive woman, and he felt fiercely protective of her
before
he’d so much as kissed her. He shook his head and carried on sorting out the food, wondering if this was some sort of defining moment in the “love ’em and leave ’em”
lifestyle the three of them enjoyed.
Bay carried plates and silverware through to the dining room. Dex was about to follow on with the food when he glanced up and saw Athena slowly walking down the stairs.
“Fucking hell!” he said, putting the food down before he dropped it.
Bay and Marty joined him at the foot of the stairs. The three of them stared up at Athena in her outfit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“Marty strikes again,” Bay said, amused.
“Evening, gents,” Athena said, breezily.
She seemed unconcerned by her near-naked state. Even so, Dex thought he noticed an expression of uncertainty flit across her features. To put her at ease, he stepped forward, took her in his arms, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Seems to me,” he said, “that the others have stolen a march on me.”
“Everything comes to those that wait,” she said with an impish smile.
“You okay?” Marty asked, taking his turn to kiss her.
“Never better. What’s for supper? I’m starving.”
“I take it you like Chinese,” Bay said, kissing her as well. “Dex bought enough to feed an army.”
“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a bit of most things,” he explained.
“Lots and lots of shrimp,” she said, moistening her plump lips with the tip of her tongue. “I love shrimp.”
“That we can do,” Dex assured her.
“Glass of wine?” Bay asked.
“Please, white if we have it.”
“We have it.”
Bay handed her a glass of crisp Chardonnay, while all three guys drank beer straight from the bottles.
“Cheers,” she said, raising her glass to the three of them and taking such a large sip that she almost choked on it.
Dex patted her on the back, concluding that she was probably more nervous than she was letting on and in need of some Dutch courage.
“Come on,” Bay said, “we’re eating in here.”
He turned toward the dining room, but she hung back. “No, it’s a mess, I—”
“Come on!”
Bay placed a hand on the small of her back and almost frogmarched her into the room. With no other choice available to her, she preceded him through the door and stopped dead in her tracks, gasping.
“Who did this?” she asked. “It looks almost back to normal and yet—”
“I had to do something this afternoon when you were sleeping,” Marty said.
“Apparently most of the older china wasn’t broken,” Bay explained. “It was stored in the bottom of the cabinet and escaped unscathed. There were one or two bits that couldn’t be saved but—”
“Thank you!” Athena flung her arms round Marty’s neck and kissed him with enthusiasm, tears in her eyes. “That was so thoughtful of you. You even rehung the pictures. I was dreading attacking this room, or even stepping foot in here. Whenever I do it makes me think of my grandmother, and she would have been as mad as hell to see how her treasures had been trashed.”
She seated herself in the chair Bay held out for her at the head of the table. Dex, deciding it was his turn to be close to her, immediately took the seat on her right. Marty sat on the other side of her, and Bay seemed content to take the chair opposite.
Dex filled her plate with a variety of differently cooked shrimp.
“Can you use these things?” he asked, brandishing a pair of wooden chopsticks supplied by the takeout place. “Or would you prefer a fork?”
“Oh, it’s been a while, but I used to be able to wield chopsticks.”
She took them from him and set about proving it. Dex watched her work the planks of wood, eating little himself. He wasn’t particularly engrossed by her dexterity with the chopsticks. It was more the woman himself who fascinated him. The guys had assured him that she was fairly inexperienced sexually, yet she could sit at a table with three fully dressed men she barely knew with her tits falling out of a trashy bra, and no panties on. Dex’s cock severely tested his zipper. It astonished him that no local yokel had picked up on Athena’s sexuality before now and exploited it. It also pleased him no end. If anyone was qualified to indoctrinate her into the pleasures she’d foregone for too long, it was the three of them.
“This is good,” she said, her lips shiny with sauce as she expertly picked up a large shrimp with her wooden cutlery and sucked it slowly into her mouth, watching him as she did so.
Did she have to be so provocative? Damn it, she was killing him! Never before had Dex been jealous of a humble crustacean. The fact of the matter was, it was a criminal waste. If anything ought to slip between those sweets lips, it was his swollen cock. And it would before long, if Dex had his way. It was fast becoming a matter of extreme urgency.
The other two kept the conversation flowing, but Dex said little. It was all right for them—they’d sampled Athena’s charms and were satiated, albeit temporarily. Knowing them, they’d soon be up for a repeat performance, but not until Dex had taken the edge off his own raging lust.
“I can’t eat another bite,” Athena said, pushing her plate aside. “Thanks, that was lovely.”
“So I see,” Dex said, laughing at the amount she’d put away.
“She needs to keep her strength up,” Marty said, sharing a meaningful glance with him and Bay.
“Do I?” She flashed a suspiciously innocent smile, pretending she didn’t know what they meant. “Just for the washing up?”
“Stay where you are,” Marty said. “We’re on kitchen duty.”
Bay and Marty cleared the table, leaving Dex alone with Athena.
“Let’s take our drinks in the other room,” he said, offering her his hand.
She slipped hers into it without hesitation and rose gracefully to her feet. The lounge was on the northern side of the property, and it was cool in there. Dex sat in the corner of an overstuffed couch, put their drinks on a side table, and patted the seat beside him. Before she could lower herself into it, he snaked out an arm, snagged her around the waist, and tumbled her onto his lap. She landed there with a tiny exclamation of surprise. Dex gave her a moment to recover her breath and then lowered his head to claim those tempting lips of hers in a searing kiss. Her response was immediate, and mind-blowing. Her arms slipped around his neck and her mouth opened beneath his, a clear invitation for him to invade it with his tongue.
Dex did precisely that, raw carnality streaking through him as his cock expanded in response to the pressure of her bare butt pressing against it.
“Hi,” he said, breaking the kiss and smiling at her. “Welcome to the family.”
“I like the way you guys make a girl feel welcome,” she said, running her fingers through his hair, her face flushed, eyes sparkling.
Hell, Dex thought, she might be new to all this, but she’s a fast learner and doesn’t seem to suffer from embarrassment. He ran a hand up her bare thigh and worked his way beneath her excuse for a skirt, only briefly allowing his fingers to touch her pussy. She squeaked a protest when he removed them.
“All in good time,” he said, chuckling. “You had Bay yesterday, Marty this afternoon, and now you can’t wait for my cock. Is that right?”
“Yes,” she said, lowering her eyes. “I’m not sure what that says about me.”
“It says that you’re just exploring all the things you should have done years ago when you were too busy with your grandfather’s affairs to have the time.” He smiled at her. “In other words, you’re completely normal.”
“Perhaps I never met anyone I wanted to experiment with.”
“Well, now you’ve got three of us, honey, and we’re ready to teach you anything you need to know.”
Dex bent his head and suckled one of her rock-solid nipples through her bra. She moaned, loving it. Dex lifted her from his lap, unzipped, and sighed with relief when his erection finally sprang free from the constraints of his jeans. He fisted his cock, a tiny speck of pre-cum glistening on its head and a thick vein pulsating down its length.
“That’s for you, babe.”
She eyed him with some trepidation. “How come the three of you are all so enormous?”
He chuckled. “You’re sure good for a guy’s ego.”
“No, but you are.”
“We aim to please.”
Dex patted the couch on either side of his thighs and she straddled him without hesitation, bunching her Lycra skirt around her waist in order to do so. He slipped the head of his cock straight into her entrance. She was dripping wet, more than ready for him. No foreplay. There would be plenty of time for games later. Guiding her by her hips, he lowered her onto him and thrust himself all the way home with a sharp upward motion of his hips.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he said, closing his eyes, conscious of her expanding to accommodate him.
“That feels heavenly,” she said, slowly rising and falling on his cock, taking him a little deeper each time.
Dex reached for her tits but didn’t remove the bra. He liked fucking with clothes on. Besides, he had no intention of coming inside her without a condom. He had other ideas. But first, she needed to climax. He bit down on one of her nipples, causing her to cry out. He increased the strength of his upward thrusts, reaching a hand between them to agitate her clit. She screamed.
“Dex, I can’t hold it.”
“Then I’ll punish you for that later,” he said, his voice gravelly with passion. “Right now you need to come for me, babe.”
“I am, I…oh God, here it comes! Fuck me, Dex. Give me it hard.”
She threw her head back, her long hair tickling his thighs as she closed around his cock, riding it like it was an out-of-control stallion that needed to be taught who was in charge. He felt a tremor run through her body as it pulsated wildly, her breasts rubbing against his shirted chest as she bounced up and down in time to his upward thrusts. It seemed like an eternity before she collapsed against him, finally spent.
“Thank you,” she said, so primly that he laughed aloud.
“My pleasure,” he said, kissing her. “Or yours. Now it’s my turn. Marty, as you know by now, is a tits man. Bay, well, he kinda likes a cute backside, whereas I prefer face fucking.”
“Face fucking?”
He tipped her off his lap, pulled his jeans and shirt off, and splayed his legs. “On your knees, babe,” he said, holding his cock at its base.
“Ah, I see.”
She slid between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Appearing to think about it, she let it go again and instead placed her hands on either side of her large breasts, squashing it between them. She moved her chest up and down, rubbing his cock so hard that he almost lost control. Each time its head emerged from between her tits she flicked her tongue playfully across it. Dex threw his head back and groaned. The little witch was teasing him, which would earn her a good spanking later on. Right now he had other priorities.
“Eat it,” he said curtly, slapping her hands away from her tits.
She smiled up at him and wrapped her lips round his dick, sliding it in and out of her mouth and playing with his loaded balls with one hand. He was on fire and pumped himself deeper into her mouth, unable to get enough of her.
“That’s it, babe. You’ve got it all now. Suck it deep, honey. Run your sweet lips over it and make me come for you.”
She obediently sucked harder, darting her tongue across the slit in its head until he thought he might lose it then and there. Dex didn’t want to come yet—he wanted to enjoy this torture for a bit longer—but wasn’t sure if he could hold on. Something told him that Athena hadn’t done this too often before, but she was a natural at it, seeming to know exactly how much pressure to exert and when and where to introduce her tongue.