Authors: Jenna Castille
Julian stepped to her side, standing tall, his erect cock at eye level. “It doesn’t matter,” he whispered, turning her face toward him. “Nothing matters but the Three.”
She trembled but forced tense muscles to relax. The light flickered as the chilled air and haunting noises grew.
Slick, warm, wet. Something flicked across her clit, sending a shock wave through her body. Her womb quivered in response, her juices spreading. The scent of her sex warred with Julian’s incense. She stared down at a smirking Tim. “Now, now, sweetheart,” he scolded, his tongue lashing her clit again. “Keep your attention on us. We’re the ones you should be worried about.”
As her body recovered, Lisa feigned a grin at his playful expression. “I need to worry?”
“Considering what we intend to do to that sweet body of yours you should worry whether you’re up to the challenge,” Julian said before leaning down and sucking her breast deeply into his mouth at the same moment Tim nipped at her clit.
Lisa gasped, the light coming from inside her steadying and flaring brighter. She rattled her chains frantically. “Let my hands loose. Please. I need to touch you.”
“All in good time,” Julian said, moving to her other breast. “Right now lay back and relish the sensations.”
Tim’s tongue flicked her clit before lapping from the bottom to the top of her labia. Lisa arched and whimpered, heels digging into the bed. Without the bonds holding her she would’ve bucked off the bed from that sensation alone. But Tim wasn’t her only tormentor. Julian kneaded and suckled one breast then the other. Flashes of pleasure lashed from each contact, tugging deep in her womb.
The light grew stronger, nearly blinding her as climax approached.
Tim pulled up first. “Think she’s enjoying herself enough yet?” he asked Julian, mischief in his voice.
“If she enjoyed herself any more I’d go blind.”
Lisa thrust her hips out toward Tim, gnashing her teeth and thrashing, the edges of her cuffs biting into her skin. “Damn you both, don’t stop. So close. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
Tim grinned but crawled up her body. He positioned his cock against her, pulling back as she arched into him with a whimper. He looked askance at Julian. Julian nodded his head.
Tim thrust forward in one powerful surge. Lisa screamed, her pussy clenching his cock and pulling it in deeper. So full. So good. The light surrounding her grew brighter still, heating the room as it became a physical presence. The once frigid breeze coming from the corner of the room now felt soothing against her scorching skin.
“God, sweetheart,” Tim moaned between gritted teeth as he pulled back and pushed in. “You’re so tight. Feels so good.”
Lisa opened her eyes, looking at her two lovers. Julian stepped behind Tim, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling his head back. His mouth slammed across Tim’s. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought she should feel jealous or at least threatened. Instead, watching the two men as their tongues thrust against each other’s at the same pace that Tim pounded into her body sent a shiver through her, brightening the light coming from her body.
After breaking the kiss Julian ran his hand down Tim’s bare back, causing him to shudder and thrust harder. Lisa gasped, pulling against the chains at her feet, trying to wrap her legs around him to brace herself.
“Unhook her and turn over,” Julian ordered. “We should both take her. I want her ass.”
Lisa whimpered as a shot of illicit adrenaline knocked her arousal higher. With a wet ripping sound the Velcro at her hands gave way. At the same moment Julian released her feet.
She wrapped herself around Tim, desperate to get closer. With a grunt and a powerful surge of muscles he flipped them both so that her backside faced Julian.
Julian moved behind her, snagging something from the bench at the foot of the bed as he did so. He ran his hands down Lisa’s back, stopping at her quivering ass. A squirting sound caused Lisa’s muscles to clench. Tim gasped. “Damn, Julian, get on with it. You keep startling her like that and I’m gonna come.”
Something wet and slick dribbled down her crack. “Didn’t mean to. Didn’t think she’d be so jumpy.” Slow and easy Julian slid a single finger in her ass. She bore back, trying to loosen enough to take the invasion.
“That’s right, love,” Julian crooned. “Push into it. Gonna give you another now. Nice and easy.”
Another finger edged in, scissoring and twisting. Lisa arched back, letting sensation fill her.
Tim kissed her temples, sending another spike of his arousal lancing through her body. “You still with us? Still good?”
“Yes, yes, want more. God, you’re going to drive me insane. Can’t take it. Give me more.”
She felt the bed shift behind her. Julian spread her ass cheeks wide, rubbing more lube around her opening in wide, caressing circles. Then she felt the blunt pressure of his cock head seeking entrance. Millimeter by millimeter he sank in. For a moment she struggled against the invasion, certain she couldn’t take it. Surely she’d split wide. Then with a slight pop, he was in. Moments later she felt his pelvis push against her ass.
“In—I’m in,” Julian grunted. “So tight. Can’t get over how tight she is.”
“I can’t get over the feeling of her wet silk wrapped around me and the touch of your cock on mine through her thin walls,” Tim replied, voice hoarse. “Could live like this.” But he didn’t stay. Now that Julian was in her Tim slowly pulled out. The feel of one cock filling her while the other rubbed against her shook Lisa to the core.
She whimpered and bucked, wanting Tim back. Julian petted her, soothed her. “Easy, love. We’re almost there.”
“Need more,” she wailed, tossing sweat-soaked hair out of her face. “Burning up. Need more.”
Julian wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her back to her knees at the same time as he pushed his pelvis forward. “Then let’s give you what you need.”
Tim groaned. His fingers dug into Lisa’s hips as Julian maneuvered her to a squat above him. As Julian eased back out, he pushed her down on Tim—hard.
Her eyes snapped shut and she gritted her teeth as Tim’s full power poured through her. Lisa felt the essence of both Julian and Tim deep inside her, sawing in and out in a perfect rhythm. She felt the warm wet embrace of her own flesh against Tim. She felt the deep pleasure-pain of Julian’s cock shoving hard into her, caressing a sensitive bundle of nerves with each movement. She felt the clench of her ass muscles, tight around Julian’s cock.
Pleasure, desire, lust, love, caring. Emotions swirled around her in a hurricane of sensation. All her other senses closed down, everything focused on feeling, the burning desire building up within her tighter and tighter. Overflowing positive energy. Hot, glowing.
Distantly she heard Julian cry out—a hoarse triumphant shout. His orgasm poured into her, splash after splash of his seed filling her. Filling them. Searing brighter, she burned.
Tim followed close behind, crying out to the gods as he spent himself in her body, shoving his orgasm into her. Inferno approached.
Lisa’s entire body tightened as she neared the edge of the abyss. With the power of both Julian’s and Tim’s orgasms gushing through her she couldn’t hold off her own. An explosion tore through her core, ripping a scream from her throat as it ripped energy from her body.
As blinding light shot from their joined flesh, two sets of strong warm arms wrapped around her, pulling her close and anchoring her as the world incinerated.
“No, damn you all. I won’t go back empty-handed,” a deep voice growled, a furious rumble that shook the room. Lisa opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder. Through the light she saw an image out of nightmare. Dark blue with jagged teeth and wickedly sharp claws, a creature seemed to be frantically pulling itself out of a softly glowing void. Its blood-red eyes were fixed on the bed.
The positive light, a Pillar of buoyant emotions, energy built on trust and love, flowed toward the creature. He snarled, lips peeling back to reveal row after row of teeth. His claws dug furrows into the hardwood floor as he scrambled to cross fully into the mortal world but he couldn’t stop the energy shoving him back through the portal. With a rage-filled howl he lost his grip.
As he flew into the void the light slammed out of the Three, sealing the tear.
Shaken, Lisa looked up at the two faces staring down at her. One openly grinning, the other serious but still filled with love. Julian leaned down to kiss her swollen lips. “There’s no going back now,” he promised, the truth of his words pulsing through the link with Tim and into her. “We’re keeping you. Get used to the idea.”
Lisa grinned, sliding her arms around two solid chests. Everything she ever wanted and more lay in the circle of her embrace. “Don’t worry. You just have to keep reminding me why I stay.”
Tim curled the fingers of one hand through her hair, the other through Julian’s. “Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. It’ll be our pleasure.”
Epilogue
Janice stared at her gloriously laughing friend as Lisa twirled between the two loves of her life. Her cream-colored dress floated around her ankles, making her look like a fairytale princess come to life, while both men could easily head up an ad campaign for tuxedos. The official service, held at one of the more quaint chapels on the Strip, legally bound her to Julian Stern. Mrs. Lisa Stern. The unofficial wedding of all three packed CM. Some were true well-wishers. Some were gawkers. Some people came for the free food. But all were people who cared for Lisa, Tim and Julian.
If only I could find the same love for myself
, Janice thought as she let the deep, true and loving emotions of the three wash over her. She wasn’t greedy. She didn’t have to have two guys at her beck and call to feel complete. But she missed having someone to come home to, someone to care for and who cared for her.
No matter what bright façade she put out to the rest of the world, Janice was lonely. Even a well-needed divorce took its toll on the old self-esteem. Bright-colored hair and clinging dresses covered the wounds. They couldn’t heal them.
Still watching with a hint of envy, she took a sip of champagne and tried to control the green-eyed monster. Now wasn’t the time to get all maudlin. Her best friend had finally found true, if a tad unconventional, happiness. This was a celebration, not a funeral. If it had been she’d be in her classic black sheath, not an emerald green halter-topped bridesmaid dress that danced around her knees.
Janice remained leaning against the far wall, brooding, until a presence joined her, pulling her attention away from the trio whirling around the dance floor.
“Nice to know there’s still a chance for the rest of us, even an unconventional one,” Eric said as he leaned against the wall beside her, crossing his long, lean legs at the ankle. His light blond hair, tied back in a long ponytail, gleamed against the black of his suit.
Janice had been surprised when she saw office heartthrob Eric Malcolm walk in the restaurant. She’d worked in the same building with him for two years now, trading an occasional word, a quick conversation in the elevator. But she’d never really talked to him. Her tongue tended to go into full retreat in his presence, turning her into a blushing schoolgirl instead of an able and highly respected personal assistant.
She wouldn’t have guessed Eric knew someone like Julian.
“They make a cute trio,” Janice quipped as she took her last sip of champagne.
Eric nodded, watching the three with his own bit of envy if she wasn’t mistaken.
“Friend of the bride or grooms?” he asked.
Janice flagged down a waiter, handing him her empty flute. “Bride. I’ve been friends with Lisa since college.”
“Okay with all this?” Eric asked, turning toward her for the first time, locking his hazel eyes on her face.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a blush rise up her face. Nothing like a gorgeous man to get the blood pressure up. “Of course I’m okay. Lisa’s happy. Tim and Julian are both nice guys. I’d be happy if she hooked up with either one. Having both is a bonus.”
Eric grinned, the expression lighting up his whole face. “Nice way to look at it. Most people would fly into a fit of moral outrage.”
Janice reached up to twirl a bright blue curl. “I’ve never been accused of being conventional. Happy is happy.”