Authors: Talyn Scott
“By your trembling,” Dylan started, “I assume you’ve never played around other than with me, never touched or have been touched whatsoever.”
“For the most part,” she answered, wanting them to answer her obvious question. “Why do you take a woman together?”
Dylan answered, “I think the best way for you to understand is to show you.”
Payton was still an internal mess, asking herself the same question repeatedly: Did she want to do this with both of them? Yes and no. “I don’t want my heart broken.” There, she said it. “Your stories are notorious, Dylan.”
Dylan sighed. “Anyone can mindfuck you, but only one person can break your heart.” He lightly tapped her chest over her heart. “So if you’re even considering that I have that state of precedence in your life, then in your heart I’m truly yours.”
Avery tugged her up a winding staircase. When she had difficulty maneuvering the steps in her ultra tight dress, he lifted her easily, carrying her plus-sized weight all the way without panting. “Although I asked him not to do it, Dylan never stopped those stories from spreading about him because he was covering for the fact that we share women.” They emerged into an oversized bedroom subtly colored in earth tones, the bed a mammoth concoction surpassing king-size. She stiffened in Avery’s arms, pondering the number of women who had rolled in that gigantic bed, and her heart sank.
As if reading her mind, Dylan explained, “No other woman has been in this bed, Payton.” He stepped around and rubbed the line between her eyes. “Get that thought out of your head.”
“Not even Caroline?”
“No, and not any woman before her,” Avery explained. “Our last long-term mistress was from Sarasota and unfortunately she decided to move back here, when we ended our relationship. But she’s never been inside this penthouse.”
“Now, as Avery was saying,” Dylan explained, “I didn’t bother correcting all the bed hopping stories floating on the internet. So when Avery and I were seen out with our mistress, all assumed she was with Avery and only Avery. It was easier that way, and I didn’t care so much what people who didn’t know me thought,” he continued as Avery lowered her next to the bed. “Until I wanted to settle down and have a family.”
“Settle down?” She pushed the hair from her eyes, staring in avid fascination as they unbuttoned their shirts, revealing inch after inch of hard-toned muscle. “You’re really wanting to settle down?”
“Yes, with you.” Dylan shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her mouth went bone dry. Her eyes were bouncing from his tight abs to his high pecs, his long arms molded by heavy muscles and rigid sinew. She reached out a tentative hand, running her fingertips over his golden skin. “That’s it. Touch me anywhere you want. Go slow. Go fast. Whatever you need.”
Avery’s shirt hit the floor and he was in worse shape than she expected. Hesitantly, Payton put a hand on his chest. His scars didn’t stop at his throat, but completely ravaged one side of his chest and arm. Her eyes dropped where they continued beneath his waistline. She could only imagine what was beneath his pants. “Your ink,” she whispered, skimming her hands over the ridges and bumps marring one side of perfection, “is incredible.” Small hoops pierced his nipples. She kissed one, trailing her wet tongue to the next and drawing it into her mouth. He shuddered beneath her attentions as Dylan unzipped her dress, easing it over her body until she stood in her heels and a thong.
Avery stood back and then paced a slow circle around her. “You’re everything I want, so beautiful and so mine.”
When she made to cover herself, Dylan shook his head no. “I had the pleasure of viewing your incredible nudity earlier. Allow Avery the same privilege, Payton. Let him see you.”
Her face burned when Avery traced his fingertips in an exploratory journey over her shoulders, down her spine, following the thin strap of thong nestled between her cheeks. She fisted her hands at her sides, resisting the urge to cover up. A high five for curvy women everywhere, she chanted her internal mantra.
“Her skin is flawless,” Avery breathed in appreciation. “Can you imagine how it will pink beneath my hand?” He pressed his chest against her back, and she could feel the cool press of his nipple rings.
Payton’s lips parted when Dylan stared deep into her eyes as he unbuckled his belt, easing the leather loop by loop from his pants. “Why would it pink?”
“Because, when the time is right for all of us, Avery and I will bind you and play, which includes spankings.” Dylan threaded the belt between her legs, where Avery took the other end. They swiped it back and forth over her needy core. The tension was driving her insane. It seemed as though they knew how to keep her stoked without allowing her the right amount of pressure to finish the job.
Payton had heard Libby’s stories, knew she once had a lover into that scene. “That’s not my thing,” she argued. But she was hard pressed to sound sure of herself when they were sliding that leather between her legs, and her labia was swelling against her thong.
“Payton, look at me,” Dylan demanded, his tone one of distinct authority and her eyes immediately snapped to his. “I don’t want a dominant-sub relationship with you. But there are certain elements of that lifestyle I need, particularly the distinct bonding, the closeness we’ll share.”
“I think you have the wrong woman for any of that,” Payton cried out on the end, when they hit her clitoris just right with the friction of the leather. Still, she enjoyed no relief, but felt a fire stoking higher and higher.
Avery bit down on her shoulder gently. “You are a natural submissive.” He laved the sting away. “I read you the first time I held you in my arms. I want to suck these.” With his free hand, Avery lifted each of her heavy breasts high, squeezing gently. “I want to dip my tongue here.” Skimming his hand down her torso, he pressed his index finger over her navel. “I want to taste this.” They drooped the belt and Avery smoothed his hand over the lace, cupping her intimately, grinding the heel of his hand over her descended clitoris.
“I need to come,” she insisted through gritted teeth, her jaw clenching.
Avery caught her the second her knees buckled. Chuckling in her ear, he whispered, “You’ll learn how to embrace these new sensations, and one day soon you’ll desire to prolong your orgasm until you really need it.”
Dylan lowered himself to his knees and kissed her through the black scrap of lace. She knew what he was going to do, but she was too uncomfortable to go through with it. “I don’t think I can do that yet.”
“You can always say stop if you don’t like what I’m doing,” he said, moving his mouth away but remaining on his haunches in front of her.
“Take a deep breath, Payton.” Behind her, Avery brought his hand around and cupped the back of her hand. “Come on, breathe in and then slowly release your air.” She did and he praised her, “that’s perfect. Now lean against me.” Then he slid their combined hands into her panties, stopping just to cup her wet sex, rotating their hands slightly. Under their combined pressure she grew so swollen and thick, she knew she was going to detonate in Avery’s hands.
“I’m only putting my mouth here, sweetheart,” Dylan said huskily, his eyes shining up at her as he kissed a trail up her inner thigh. “Stop me anytime you feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh, you…don’t look worried. That I’ll stop you,” she gasped out as Avery took his middle finger and pressed it against her middle finger, until she brought it upward with his and penetrated her vagina. The sensation of him joining her there was beyond intimate, and a rush of moisture slickened their joined fingers.
“I’m not worried in the least.” Dylan said while trailing his nose up the line of her apex. He inhaled deeply before pulling Payton’s thong down her legs with his teeth. He stroked her with his wetted tongue swiping the crevice between her left thigh and mound, as Avery moved their fingers faster and faster. “Look at how red her pubic hair is, Avery.” He nipped her upper thigh sharply, inciting a startled yelp from Payton. “Don’t come yet, my jewel.”
“Our jewel,” Avery said, his mouth sucking its way across her shoulder, rolling his barbell over her naked skin. “All pink and red, I can’t wait for my turn to taste.” Suddenly, Payton had never felt more beautiful, and she was greedy for more, wanting them to draw their tongues over every square inch of her body. To her disappointment, Avery removed his finger from her clenching core. “Payton, I want to touch you here.” A slow thumb traced the crevice of her ass. Then, her knees were pulled wide. “While Dylan eats out your delicious pussy.”
“Okay,” she agreed shakily, moving her hand from her cleft.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Avery chastised. “Finger yourself without coming.”
Dylan kissed a trail over her pubic hair, skipping her clitoris altogether as he dove for her slick lips. “Watch how his hungry mouth devours you.” She shook her head. “Look, Payton, go ahead. Watching is a stimulating component of the sex act.” Avery leaned and opened his mouth over her breast, feeding on her left nipple, suckling it hard as his barbell raked over the distended flesh repeatedly.
Dylan traced her inner lips with the tip of his tongue, gathering moisture from her plunging finger as she worked it in and out of her pussy. All the while, both men were staring at her while she masturbated, and somehow Payton felt uninhibited with them. When she grew wilder, impaling her hand with harsh gyrations of her pelvis, Dylan gripped her wrist right as Avery moved to her opposite breast and thrust his middle finger up her ass. He didn’t jab her, but he didn’t stop moving all the way until his palm held the cleft of her ass in a sure hold. Her thighs stiffened and her hand dropped to Dylan’s shoulder.
“My turn, sweetheart,” Dylan spoke over her pink flesh, his rumbling voice spurring her higher. Avery’s finger reached deep inside her ass, stretching her inner walls as Dylan leisurely caressed her pussy with his tongue and used his fingers to replace Payton’s finger.
“It burns,” she said to Avery.
He looked up from her breasts, his lashes so long they curled at the corners. “Stinging friction or are you in pain?”
“No pain,” she said as Dylan licked every hidden place between her legs, missing nothing.
“Then give me another minute to accustom your body to my touch.” Avery stopped his circling, though, and opted for long strokes. In and out. Dylan matched his strokes, plunging his finger in and out, in time to Avery.
“Oh, I can’t hold this one …back,” she cried out, her knees shaking. She had no clue how much longer she could stand them withholding her orgasm, and her body grew heavier by the second.
Avery bit down or her nipple when Dylan eased back the hood of her clitoris and pinched her swollen bundle between his flat teeth. Both men holding their positions firmly, Payton threw her head back and shuddered through a slamming orgasm, where her walls clenched and expanded in one rolling wave after another.
Before the carnal fog cleared, Payton was lifted onto the soft bed. Avery still wore his pants and Dylan still strained his boxers. They fluffed pillows behind her back and then Dylan pulled one knee to the side, Avery spreading the other. She closed her eyes when they stared openly at her sex, their eyes roaming where no man had ever looked. Her knees were pulled wider apart and their hands went to her sex.
The bed dipped on either side of her. Avery’s mouth went to her right nipple, Dylan’s to her left. They laved her, flicking her back to life. “You wore me out on purpose,” she accused these handsome lovers, enjoying their fingertips toying with her pulsating sex.
Avery kissed the tip of her diamond-hard nipple. “That was one hell of an orgasm. You should have seen yourself, Payton. You looked incredible.” He pressed his finger inside her vagina. “I’ll never forget it.”
“The next time we do that, I’m tying you up,” Dylan declared, tugging the lips of her sex away from Avery’s hand, producing more room for him to work. Dylan’s finger moved to the mouth of her pussy, hovering. “What are we doing about your virginity, Payton?”
She wanted to free herself, to step over the threshold into womanhood, as corny as it sounded. “Take it.”
“Are you sure about this?” Avery prodded. “We’ve got all night. We’ve got all year.”
Dylan raised a brow, but he nodded. “Whenever, you’re ready.”
She thrust her hips high, grinding on their hands. Nevertheless, her heart was hammering wildly with nervousness. “I’m ready.”
“This is serious for us, Payton, not a one-nighter.”
“I know,” she agreed.
Dylan slid a solitary finger in next to Avery’s and their hot stares moved between her legs, up her rounded stomach, lingered over her breasts, finally landing on her face. They were so beautiful she couldn’t look away. Their fingers stroking higher into her vagina, pressing up until they hit a snag, her barrier, and they pressed higher and up until she cried out with the white-hot burn. She moved to pull away, but Avery secured her hip.
“Don’t hold you breath, breathe through the pain, feel us there with you. You’re perfect. You feel so perfect, Payton, I’m honored.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Dylan kissed her tenderly, but she didn’t want tender. She wanted one of them to do something about this growing ache like no other.
“Do something,” she growled, “move.”
Dylan removed his hand gently, licking the faint trace of blood from his finger. Avery did the same before moving to the nightstand and pulling out a tube of lubricant and a condom. One condom for two men, she raised a brow at that. But quickly forgot it when Dylan stood to remove his boxers, and then matters became complicated.
“Oh, shit.”
“Now, sweetheart,” he said, holding out a placating hand. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“Is this some kind of joke?” Instinctually, she drew her legs together. “There’s no way, no way whatsoever. Literally. That…that thing is going in me.”
He looked down at his cock, the head pointing straight out, the rungs of a Jacob’s ladder scaling the length of it, and what a length it was. Dylan waved a hand in his cock’s general direction. “He’s had no complaints.”