A New Resolution (17 page)

“So, Lore,” Kieran asked from the backseat, “what do you have planned for the future now that you’re free of the tyrannical Mr. Krueger?”

“I don’t know honestly. I think my short-term goal at the moment is packing up my parents’ house. It has been sitting there collecting dust for too long.” She looked at them guiltily. “I’ve been procrastinating.”

“That’s it; now I know there is something wrong with you. Procrastinating? Ms. I-came-prepared-to-a-meeting-with-lawyers-with-a-detailed-list-of-offenses-my-boss-committed-organized-by-date.” Nolan glanced back at Kieran in the rearview mirror. “Color-coded.”

“So I’m a tad anal, and…?” she asked defensively.

“A tad?”

“Baby.” Kieran laughed at her distraught pout. “We don’t mind you being anal, but maybe we can use that term in a more pleasant context.”

“As long as you are the ones indulging in the anal, and I get to watch. Or perhaps one of you can be in the middle. That will take some finesse, but I think we can work it out so that we feel an equal and sufficient amount of pleasure.”

They stared at her. Luckily it was a red light, so Nolan didn’t crash the car.

“I’m overorganizing again, aren’t I?”

Kieran shook his head in wonder. “As long as you don’t write a color-coded chart on the various sexual positions we can achieve, I think we’ll have lots of fun with your quirks.”

“Well, thanks, I suppose.”

“Don’t worry.” Nolan patted her hands as the light turned green. “We have our own quirks you’ll have to get used to.”

“Such as?”

“Kieran, as you know, is an artist. He spends his days covered in paint and doesn’t always catch every stain to clean off his skin. There are some days I worry about the lengths he goes to in order to achieve his art. I have found paint in some odd and interesting places.”

Lore chuckled, eased by their natural teasing. “Maybe we can gang up on him and figure it out.”

“No,” Kieran objected, rapping his knuckles against the car door. “An artist must have some secrets.”

“What happened to the whole telling each other everything so that we can learn one another?”

“I’m the exception to the rule.”

“Is he like this all the time?” she asked Nolan.

“Worse.”

Chapter Eleven

Lore woke to the delightful sensation of large hands roaming her body, stimulating and stirring her nerves to a lustful wakefulness. She stretched, reaching her arms over her head, toes pointing down. A pair of hands separated her legs, holding her knees and spreading them. She didn’t want to open her eyes and see whose hands they were, too delighted by the early morning play to allow herself to join the waking world completely.

Another hand grabbed her wrists, pinning them by the headboard. A stroke on her stomach, the T-shirt she’d borrowed to sleep in lifted up and over her head, then tightened around her wrists like a rope. Her breasts were bared to the cool bedroom air, and she had to look now, needed to see their reactions to her naked body.

If she had been standing, she would have been brought to her knees by the raw need she saw in the men’s eyes, their lips, their hard cocks jutting proud and strong from between thick, muscular thighs. She wanted them inside her, needed to feel how they would each stretch her in their own unique and glorious ways. But was she ready for it?

Nolan, kneeling between her legs, bent over, his muscular shoulders and the crown of his head all she could see as his tongue dipped into her pussy. A shot of pure energy emanated from her cunt and up through her abdomen. Her inner muscles clenched, her body physically rejoicing at the intimate touch.

“Ah, Nolan, yes,” she moaned, attempting to thrust her hips up toward his mouth, wanting more of the delicious sensations he awakened in her. She was ready. Her body had been dormant for far too long.

“Behave,” Kieran whispered, dipping his head down and taking a nipple into his mouth, tonguing the hard bud like it was his favorite flavor of ice cream. “Your body is shaking for us, isn’t it?” Kieran asked, tempting her mind as Nolan tortured her body. “Your pussy is squeezing around Nolan’s devil-blessed tongue as it dips inside you, sucking up your sweet honey.” Treating Kieran’s words like law, Nolan did just that, driving her up the hill and toward an impending climax, the feeling coiling in her gut, waiting to be set free. She gasped for breath with each lick, each suck of Nolan’s talented mouth. His eyes gleamed bright with sensual mischief every time he looked up at her, his hands squeezing her thighs and using his strength to keep her still.

Kieran’s mouth came down around her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. He pulled away briefly to say, “Your breasts are perfect, a handful I can take into my mouth whenever I want. And I’ll want to frequently.” His words were like another set of hands or a cock rubbing against her, adding a new level of pleasure to their mating.

“How does she taste, Nolan?” Kieran rasped, coming up for air from her nipple, but not before giving the plush side of her breast a small bite.

“She tastes like she needs to be fucked.” Nolan’s tongue lashed out once more, this time giving her clit a quick swipe. She cried out, pushing against his hands, begging without words to let her bring her cunt closer to his mouth. His tongue was the key to heaven, and she was the lock. “What do you want, baby?” Nolan asked, keeping her hips agonizingly still. “We’ll give you anything.”

“I—I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t know. I want it but…”

“It’s all right,” Kieran said, giving her a sweet and slow kiss.

Honesty, she decided. This moment needed perfect honesty. “I want you both so badly, it confuses me.”

“We’re not going to do anything you don’t want,” Nolan said, his head resting against her thigh, waiting to hear what she wanted to do. Their understanding and care for her made up her mind. She wanted them, they wanted her, so why was she torturing them all and making them wait?

“Take me,” she gasped, lifting her chest off the bed enough for her nipple to brush against Kieran’s mouth. “Fuck me. Both of you.”

“Are you sure?” Nolan asked, his voice deeper and raspier than she’d ever heard before, as if he was teetering on an edge she couldn’t see but felt with her entire body. She wanted him to fall over that edge with her and Kieran. She needed them all to fall. Fuck who she was supposed to be, who she tried to keep herself from being. This moment was about her and her men, because that’s what they were at that moment. Hers.

“Yes. Don’t ask me again, or I’ll make myself come without you.” Lore ripped her hand free of the T-shirt binding and angled it down into her pussy, thrusting two fingers inside her aching body.

“No, baby,” Nolan said, grabbing her hand and licking her cream from her fingers. “That’s our job.”

“Then do it right,” she nearly growled, needing a cock inside her so badly, she didn’t care whose.

“We will, baby,” Kieran whispered, lifting her off the bed and angling his body in behind her so her back was against his chest. “Do it, Nolan. She needs it badly.”

“Yes” was all the large man said as he moved to his knees and positioned his incredibly thick cock against her pussy. Kieran reached down to keep her legs stretched, angling her body in just the perfect way for Nolan’s shaft. Nolan gently spread her labia as he lined himself up, keeping his gaze on hers the entire time, making the experience something more than just a quick morning fuck. He let her see what he was feeling as he claimed her body, thrusting his cock inside her inch by long inch, stretching her, making her cry out in painful ecstasy. It had been a long while since there had been a man inside her body, and he had a thick length to acclimate to. He saw her struggle, slowed down, kept his thrusts short and shallow, giving her a chance to adjust.

They didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. His eyes said it all. After a few moments of short thrusts, allowing her to stretch to his size, Nolan grasped her hips and pushed himself all the way in, bottoming out against her ass. He groaned, looking away from her with gritted teeth and wide eyes.

“Lore,” Nolan whispered, pulling out to the tip and shoving back in, her juices making his reentry smooth and effortless, as if she were made for him. “Lore. Lore.”

His pace picked up as he bent over her, leaning against Kieran to balance himself as he fucked her faster and faster. She grasped his face, enjoying the rough stubble and short black curls framing his chiseled perfection. He was masculine beauty at its finest.

Nolan kept chanting her name, almost like a prayer to keep from having their first time end too quickly, but Lore could sense the coiling in her gut, how tight she felt, how close to the precipice she was. And there was more, Lord, there was still Kieran. She was surrounded by pleasure of the most indulgent and exquisite kind.

“Take me. End it for me. I’m close.” She would have bruises from how hard Nolan was fucking her, his skin slamming against her inner thighs, his heavy balls following with short, sharp slaps.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Nolan groaned, leaning down to kiss her as his body tightened up, releasing into hers. His groin ground against hers in just the right way, sending her over the edge. “Oh, fuck,” Nolan mumbled into Lore’s mouth as her walls clenched around him and the twisting in her gut was set free with the most exquisite orgasm.

Before she could even catch her breath, Kieran was there. “My turn. I need to know. Fuck, that was so beautiful to watch.” Nolan kissed her once more with a wink, moving back and catching her as Kieran pushed her forward onto her hands and knees. This time she was above Nolan, his heavy breathing accompanying the delicious feeling of his hands on her breasts. Then she felt it, Kieran’s cock, thinner than Nolan’s but just as long, lining up with her swollen core and pushing in, thrusting balls-deep.

It surprised Lore how rough Kieran was, not that she didn’t like it. His playful nature had always hinted toward sensual lovemaking, but this was something primal. He grunted and wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her in place and keeping her still for his taking. She relished the visceral pace. She wanted him to use her for his pleasure, not even caring about her own. She wanted to hear him come, wanted to feel his cum burst inside her. These men drove her wild.

“He’s something fierce, isn’t he?” Nolan asked with a knowing grin as she took Kieran’s rough thrusting with little squeals and moans of her own. “He’s an animal when he’s like this. You should see when he fucks me. He doesn’t hold back.”

“Yes.” She grunted at the image of Kieran doing this to Nolan’s tight ass.

“Yes?” Nolan asked as his fingers pinched her nipples, stimulating her to rise to the occasion once more. It was gonna be a strong orgasm. She didn’t know if she was ready, but there was no preparing for this kind of lovemaking. “You want to see him fuck me?”

“Yes. Yes, I want that. Kieran, more. I want you to come in me.”

“Fuck, Lore!” Kieran shouted, grasping her hips and grinding against her as he came. Nolan dipped his fingers down to her core and rubbed her clit, just light enough to push her over the edge.

“Ah yes!” she gasped, reveling in the sensation of her release, the walls of her cunt pulsing around Kieran’s cock as he emptied within her. Her vision hazed, her lungs working like bellows with the need for breath. Lips on her back, on her forehead. Two sets of hands, two bodies to ease her down, to comfort her tense muscles in the aftermath of such an out-of-this-world sexual experience.

“You okay?” Kieran asked, gripping her hips lightly as he pulled out. She felt the loss of him so keenly but was soothed as Nolan tugged her body to relax next to his, cradling her head on his shoulder. The circle completed itself at Kieran’s return as his body curved around hers.

“Yes, I’m wonderful. Let’s take a nap.”

The last thing she heard was Nolan’s voice as it vibrated under her ear. “Sounds like heaven.”

* * * *

Kieran enjoyed listening to the quiet sounds of his lover’s breath, even Nolan’s subtle snores that he knew could turn into a sound equally terrifying and hilarious. He held in his chuckles as he remembered their first vacation together in New Zealand. To Kieran’s delight, Nolan had been completely on board when Kieran said he wanted to tour the locations where
Lord of the Rings
had been filmed.

But poor Nolan had been so jet-lagged, never having traveled so far before, that he had just passed out for about a day. For Kieran, however, it had been a day of thunderous snores in their little hotel room. He’d thought the armies of
Mordor
had been marching down the streets when he first heard it. Kieran had tried everything to wake the man and eventually just gave up, shoving his earbuds in his ears as deep as they could go and blasting some music. Still hadn’t help.

It was those moments he loved, those flashes of life that culminated in the sum of a relationship. That’s what made his time with Nolan so beautiful. And this instant here, with Lore snuggled between them, her head resting on Nolan’s shoulder as Kieran wrapped his arm around her waist from behind, rubbing her belly in soothing circles, was the start of gathering new memories.

Kieran grinned, turning his head to stare up at the ceiling and trying, again, to contain his mirthful laughter. If this could work, if Lore could reconcile herself to a life with two men, if they could keep her, then this would be it for Kieran. He and Nolan would no longer have to quench their need for a woman’s body with some stranger or a well-interviewed online-ad responder. Those encounters, while enjoyable, had always left Nolan and Kieran feeling empty afterward, as if they looked at one another and thought
what now?
How long would they wait until the need to feel soft skin and long hair boiled over once more?

But to not have to face that anymore…to have one woman, this woman, Lore, possibly love them and want to stay with them, it would be—

“Quit thinking so hard,” a female voice mumbled. Kieran looked over to see Nolan and Lore both awake, watching him with small smiles. “You’ll hurt yourself with all those gears turning so fast.”

Kieran chuckled, sliding over to the two beautiful people in his bed and giving them each a sweet kiss. He rested his head on his elbow as Lore turned around to lie on her back and look between them.