Authors: Elle Saint James
Boyd’s free hand came around and grabbed her breast. The moment he clamped her pert nipple between two fingers she came in a pulsing rush of extraordinary pleasure. His face landed on her shoulder. He nibbled on her skin there as waves of rapturous bliss unwound throughout her body.
Deacon released her breast and kissed a path to her mouth. She leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. Boyd took little bites of her skin between his teeth all along the length of her spine. He pulled his fingers out of her ass and then bit one cheek lightly, before excusing himself to the bathroom.
Deacon had already removed his fingers from her pussy, but continued to kiss her face and lips. The closeness she felt for these two remarkable men was an alien feeling. She’d never felt as comfortable with the opposite sex as she did right now. If she hadn’t convinced herself otherwise all week, she’d believe she was in love.
“I believe I’m falling in love with you, Miss Troy,” he whispered between fervent kisses.
“What?” She startled. Had he just read her mind?
“You heard me.”
She took his face between two hands and kissed him. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page, once again.”
Boyd came back into the room and immediately opened her nightstand drawer. Several strips of condoms were inside, along with the lubrication she’d heard was needed for easier anal sex comfort.
“Why, Miss Troy, I’m very excited that you have a bountiful supply of exactly what we need for today’s adventure in double penetration sex. I think I love you.”
Deacon grinned at her.
“Well, Mr. Caldwell, I believe I love you, as well.”
“Perfect. Shall we engage in threesome sex?”
She nodded, but a swarm of vicious attack butterflies had suddenly invaded her belly.
“I’m ready. I just don’t want to be a disappointment.”
“You couldn’t possibly be anything but perfect.”
“That’s absolutely right. Don’t be nervous at all, honey. We’ll go slow. We want to take our time. Do it right. Don’t we, Deacon?”
“That’s right, sugar. And speak up if anything makes you apprehensive along the way.”
Boyd, with boxers already shucked off, rummaged through her nightstand drawer, checking out her sexual supplies. He flipped a condom onto the bed next to Deacon and then put one on his own cock as she watched, wide-eyed and expectant. She still stood next to the bed facing Deacon. He’d also stripped his boxers off. He also had a condom between two fingers ready to put on.
Boyd grabbed the lubrication and liberally slathered a goodly sum of it all over his sheathed cock. He then turned and spread a cool bunch of it on, around, and inside of her anus. She bent at the waist, put her hands on Deacon’s thighs, and let Boyd ready her.
She leaned down and sucked Deacon’s cock into her mouth to distract herself from the waiting before he rolled on the condom.
Boyd spread her ass cheeks and centered his lubed cock at the entrance to her anal hole and began pushing slowly forward. “Relax,” he whispered.
It was difficult to relax, but she unclenched her body and did her best to allow this dark invasion. She wanted it. She’d waited all week for the opportunity.
Deacon, head tilted backward, made moaning noises as she sucked his cock. She left her hands on his thighs for support to help Boyd’s progress.
“Jesus, God in heaven, you’re literally a tight little piece of ass, Miss Troy.” Boyd eased his cock inside slowly until the head of his dick got past her ring of muscles.
Darkly pleasurable sensations raced through her veins at the unusual position she now found herself in. Jessica released Deacon’s cock from her mouth. He reached between her legs and slid his fingers across her clit briefly, and then into her pussy once more.
“Kiss me, Miss Troy,” Deacon whispered.
She leveled and pushed her mouth against his lips. He fingered her clit as he devoured her mouth.
Boyd resumed pushing his wide cock into her ass. It felt like a condom-covered fence post was battling its way into her body. But she didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure still outweighed the pain, and with what Deacon was doing, she was continually distracted anyway.
Once Boyd finally stopped moving, as if to give her time to get used to his telephone pole–sized cock being buried in her ass, Jessica trembled in dark, delighted pleasure.
Boyd pulled her up right and whispered in her ear, “Can you feel me, Miss Troy?”
She glanced over one shoulder with a smile in place. “I think I almost feel something. What are you doing again?”
“I love your sense of humor.” He gripped her hips and thrust his cock just a bit deeper. The dark ache of his movement popped her arousal to maximum levels.
“I love what you’re doing to me.”
Deacon slid to the floor in front of her. “I need to eat some pussy.”
He latched his mouth onto her clit and sucked and lapped up her juices.
Boyd slid his hands from her hips to her breasts and tweaked her nipples blissfully. She went from, “Wow, that’s a really big cock in my ass,” to, “Oh, God, I’m about to come,” in about five seconds flat.
Deacon took her to the very edge of climax and then suddenly stopped. Jessica slumped against Boyd when he disengaged.
“Time for me to get my cock inside your tight, virgin-like pussy.” He quickly rolled the condom in place.
Boyd leaned his back against her bedroom wall as if to brace for Deacon’s entrance.
Jessica widened her legs as far as possible, truly feeling Boyd’s cock. Deacon centered his cock at the entrance to her pussy and plunged inside with one long, hard thrust.
She tipped her head back and almost released, so good was the feeling of double penetration. She grabbed Deacon’s arms to ensure he stayed in place.
From behind her, Boyd moved his cock part of the way out of her ass. She sucked in a deep breath of surprise only when he thrust forward again.
“Oh, God,” she murmured, on the barest edge of control.
Deacon pulled out and thrust in, then Boyd pulled out and went back in.
Jessica barely had time to adjust to the intensity of the penetration and how utterly filled she felt before Deacon slid his hand between them and stroked her clit as he pushed his cock in and out, over and over again.
Even though she’d just climaxed a few minutes ago, Jessica allowed the darkly wicked sensations to envelop her. She was about to come again.
The two men continued their alternate penetration until she was almost desperate with the need to release.
Deacon pushed forward. The lust-filled, passionate look on his face spoke of his need to climax as well. But if she’d learned anything since she’d met him, it was that he wouldn’t come until she did.
He stroked her clit harder and harder. She edged closer and closer.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
She gazed deeply into his hazel eyes filled with love. He stroked her again and she splintered into ten thousand pleasurable pieces.
Surprised by her own release, Jessica closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, Deacon still watched her with a satisfied look on his face which spoke of his enduring desire to please her. His lids narrowed suddenly. A grunt escaped his throat. He pushed his cock deeply into her still-clenching pussy. His body stiffened for a count of five before he centered his gaze on her face again with an additional sense of gratification.
Jessica slipped her arms around Deacon’s neck and hugged him tight. Behind her Boyd thrust twice more and fairly growled his release.
The three of them, spent and satisfied, stayed sandwiched together for several minutes. Jessica didn’t want to move.
The experience, while intense, had been more satisfying than she could have ever expected. The naughtiness of being fucked by two men was overshadowed by her exuberant love for them.
She couldn’t keep it from herself any longer. She loved them. She never wanted to be parted from them ever again. And before they left each other’s company again, she intended to make sure then knew it.
Boyd pushed out a long breath and fluttered her hair resting on her shoulder. “Want to take a shower together?” he asked.
“I’m in,” Deacon said.
“Okay. But do I have to move yet?”
“Nope. Take your time.”
“That was incredible. Sexier than I ever expected.”
“Excellent. Does that mean you’d be willing to do this again?”
“Absolutely.”
Boyd slowly removed his cock from her backside. “What about the other part of our lifestyle?”
“You mean watching others? No problem. It’s sexy.”
“And being watched by others?”
She hesitated before speaking. “I’m not sure about that quite yet.”
They didn’t say anything. Deacon still held her in his arms. Boyd kissed the back of her neck.
“What happens if I can’t do it?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“We are always going to want it. We like to watch threesomes having sex.”
“I don’t mind that. Especially in the private box.”
“The thing is, we also like being watched.”
“That’s the difficult issue for me.”
“We know.”
“Is this hopeless? Am I wasting your time? Maybe I should just let you go on your way. You should find another woman who likes to be watched and isn’t terrified of a stupid stage.” But the idea of losing them sent a shudder through her body. She sobbed once before a torrent of tears followed. How could she ever let them go?
Boyd left the room, but returned quickly with a box of tissues. “Please don’t cry.”
Deacon kissed her forehead and handed her over to Boyd. She placed her arms around his neck and cried for several minutes.
“This is not an issue we need to discuss right now.”
“But what if—”
Boyd cut her off with a blistering kiss. She could barely remember her name when he pulled back. “No ‘what if’ game for right now. We can deal with this at a later date.”
Deacon had returned. He smiled and nodded with an encouraging expression.
Maybe things would be all right. At least in the short term it would, since she wouldn’t have to test her stage fright immediately. But one day she’d have to make a serious decision.
Have threesome sex in front of others on a stage, which even the thought of doing paralyzed her with fright, or let go of the two men she loved more than anything in the world.
Chapter Twelve
Deacon wanted to tear his beating heart right out of his chest the moment the topic of discussion had turned to the more explicit aspects their lifestyle at the DRMC.
He’d be lying to himself if he thought he could just walk away from the life and not crave it one day.
Jessica, all on her own, was certainly worth giving up part of their lifestyle. So she didn’t want to be watched.
Perhaps they could still progress their relationship and if anyone happened to watch them having sex, say on the property when she didn’t know anyone was around, who’d be hurt?
Deacon scoffed at his own foolishness. He’d never ever conceal this important of an issue from her. Nope. Either they convinced her to try it and learn to love it, or they’d be faced with different choices.
Stay with Jessica and partial aspects of the club, or stop things right now.
Boyd held her still sobbing in his arms. Deacon hated to see her so forlorn.
“Please don’t cry anymore, sugar.” Deacon was ready to acquiesce.
Boyd gave him a stern look over her head. “This isn’t something that has to be decided right now. We’re just starting out.”
Jessica wiped her eyes. “But how long before you resent me for not embracing your lifestyle.”
Boyd pushed out a breath. “Five years at least. Maybe more.”