Build a Love (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (10 page)

“Fuck, Harry!” Bryan panted. “Ah, so good!”

Bryan had a finger pushing up and down on my clit at the same time. I loved it!

If this is what it would be like with two men, I was sorry I hadn’t done it before. Those two took me to new heights. I’d had one orgasm but they kept going. I felt Bryan’s legs quiver and he thrust into my mouth deeply. I almost gagged. He tried to pull out but I held him fast. I wanted to taste him, wanted him to come in my mouth. He obliged.

One more jerk, he grunted and came. Hot, salty, thick juice spurted into the back of my throat. I wanted more. I sucked him dry. I kept up licking and sucking as I felt his cock start to deflate. Marco was pumping harder and harder.

He pulled me down hard as he thrust up and held me. I came again as he did, yelling my name.

My legs were shaking. I was panting. I looked at Bryan, his face was sweaty and he was breathing as fast as me. Marco moved me until I was facing him. He let me lie down on his arm and Bryan squeezed in the other side. I was half on Bryan and half on Marco, our arms a tangled mess of limbs. I was holding someone’s hand, the boys were holding each other’s.

We lay together. It was magical.

“I’m glad the gelato shop was closed,” I whispered.

Vince called in the next afternoon to pick up the illustrations.

“Look at you! Dammit, Harry, you’re fairly glowing! Come on, tell all.”

“I discovered last night that making love to two men is so much better than one.”

Vince gave a little scream.

“Harriet Kempton, you hussy! I love it. Tell me more.”

I made us both a coffee then spent the next half hour telling him about dinner and what turned into dessert.

“Harry, in all seriousness. I’m so glad. I only have to look at you to know how happy you are. Those hunks are good for you.”

“Oh Vince, they are so nice. They’re funny, they’re tender. They really seem to care about what I want.”

“Of course they do, they’re gentlemen.”

“So you don’t think I’m crazy for getting involved?”

“Crazy? Girl, the only thing that would be crazy is if you didn’t.”

I looked seriously at Vince.

“You know, Vince, it would be so easy to fall in love with them.”

“Well in that case, go for it!”

That evening, the boys took me to dinner at their house, they were cooking and I was watching. Their home was about forty minutes’ drive from mine. As soon as I saw it, I loved it. It was both of them combined in one beautiful house.

It was hard edges and gentle curves, it was light and dark. It was playful and comforting.

The block was large. There was a neighbour on one side, but a huge hedge blocked them from each other. On the other side was an empty block. The house itself was single story but it looked huge. I could see a lot of trees further at the back.

Marco had picked me up. We pulled up and the first thing that greeted me was an enormous entry-way. It was filled with light and space. As you walked in there was a vestibule and in front was a lovely Buddha head statue with two enormous pot plants of bamboo. Open doorways led off either side. Marco took me through the right-hand space. We moved into another open area. To the right I caught a glimpse of an open door leading to a large living room filled with comfy couches and an open fire place. The corridor continued and turned left further into the house.

When I looked left, I saw the hallway continued that way as well, with doors off it till it swept round to the right. In front of me was a very large but cosy open area. There were big oversized couches, an old well-worn wooden table and six equally worn wooden chairs. The kitchen spilt onto this room and it was a cook’s dream. A door was open and I could see it was an enormous walk-in pantry. Bryan came out of it with a pot in his hand.

The back wall was all glass. I could see you could open it and go out on the covered deck area. Marco told me they had a BBQ area outside as well as a pool with a spa.

Bryan came forward and kissed me hello, then went back to the kitchen side. There was a long bench that divided the two areas with high-backed stools. Marco set me on one, gave Bryan a kiss, then got a glass of white wine for each of us.

“So I gather you’re the cook, Bryan.”

“Actually, we share. Just that my food is edible whereas Marco here.” He shook his head. “Well, let’s just say if you like charcoal then Marco’s the cook for you.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad!”

Bryan kissed him to take the sting out of his words. Marco came over to me and whispered in my ear.

“Actually, I am. When it’s my turn, I buy takeout or we go to a restaurant or my parents.”

He climbed on a stool alongside and we watched as Bryan cooked. Each time I was with these two, I found myself liking them more and more. The talk was relaxed, I didn’t feel threatened. I felt cosseted and loved, if I dare say it.

They asked about my paintings, I asked about their work. It just felt right.

Twenty minutes later, we sat at the old table to eat. Bryan had made a delicious Moroccan meal. Fragrant and spicy. It was delicious. We all helped ourselves and I decided the man could really cook as I tucked into a second helping.

When we finished eating, they took me on a tour of the house. I fell in love with it. Starting at the front door, we went down the left hand corridor. First was a small powder room. Then was a large formal living room with an open fireplace. It was as big as the one on the right-hand side but only had a couple of leather armchairs and a coffee table in it.

“We’re not sure what to do with this room. At the moment it doesn’t get used.” Bryan looked around it, looking thoughtful. “Maybe we’ll turn it into something useful one day.”

Around the corner were two large bedrooms, each with their own bathroom.

Marco waved his arms at them.

“I’ve got lots of relations and we often have someone drop in for a few days when they’re in the neighbourhood. Takes the pressure off my folks.”

The corridor ended at a set of double glass doors which led onto a covered deck. We backtracked.

Off the kitchen and family room was a formal dining room with an enormous table.

“Wow! Do you ever fill this?”

Bryan laughed wryly. “With this one’s family.” He hugged Marco. “We sometimes end up standing room only.”

By the sound of things, my men were close with Marco’s large family.

When I looked alongside the dining room I found a media room. It had a big-screen TV with some theatre-style chairs. One wall was filled with DVDs and as I glanced along the titles I saw lots that I loved. Obviously we all shared a similar taste in movies.

Back to the front again. This time we went down the right corridor. The big living room that I had glimpsed as we came in was on the right. On the left was a large office. It was big enough for two large desks plus a couple of oversized leather chairs. Filing cabinets and bookcases covered one wall.

At the end of the corridor was another room. It was another guest bedroom with its own en-suite. Then the corridor turned left and led into the main bedroom.

It was stunning!

A huge bed dominated the room but there was still heaps of space. One wall was glass looking out onto the leafy back yard. There was a flat-screen TV on the wall opposite the bed and on each side of it was a door. One opened onto a dressing room cum walk-in wardrobe. It was enough to make any girl green with envy. There was a lot of space not used, these two tended to wear casual clothes.

The other door led to a bathroom.

Now I was passed being green. I was absolutely jealous as all hell. The bathroom had a huge tub and equally huge shower. I could imagine the three of us in either and still have room.

Marco snickered. “So what do you think of our little pad?”

“Oh yes, very little. You need a little more space I think.”

“Funny girl.” Marco looked a little worried. “No seriously, do you like it?”

“Like it? I’m jealous as all hell, this is fabulous!”

They both preened a little. I giggled. Marco kissed my cheek.

“Where on earth did you find such an enormous bed?”

“We had it made. Downside is we had to have the linen and blankets especially made, too, but it was worth it.”

Before I could react, Bryan picked me and literally threw me onto the middle of the bed. I bounced and couldn’t stop laughing as they both approached the bed.

“She looks good on it, doesn’t she, babe?”

“She does indeed, hon, she does.”

“What’d you think we should do to her now, babe?”

“Mm, let me think.”

I couldn’t help it, I was shrieking with laughter and they both started to climb on the bed.

“She’s laughing at us.”

“Damn, babe. Just ignore her. Let’s make her jealous.”

Marco pulled Bryan to him and began to kiss him. I watched as Bryan responded. I could see they were both turned on. Bryan pulled back and looked at Marco, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in. Marco hooked his hand behind Bryan’s head, pulled it to him and roughly kissed him. Bryan groaned against his mouth.

I felt myself get wet, my nipples hardening watching them.

They broke apart and looked at me a little self-consciously.

“Don’t. Don’t stop.” My voice sounded throaty, husky. “It’s a turn on watching you both. I want to see more.”

They needed no second invitation. Their kiss was flammable and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Their hands were all over each other’s bodies. I pushed my hand between my legs and pressed against my pussy was I watched them begin to undress each other. My other hand was squeezing my boobs.

As I watched, Bryan went down on Marco’s dick. He was sucking and licking it. Marco had his hands fisted on Bryan’s head. I needed more than just pressing my hand against myself through my clothes.

Damn it, I thought. If this was going to be a relationship then they would have to accept the things I did, too. I intended to enjoy this as much as them.

I quickly pulled off my top and my bra. Marco looked at me and grinned. He dropped his hands from Bryan’s head, grabbed my nipple and gently pulled. I wriggled closer, at the same time taking off the rest of my clothes. I bent over him and kissed him. He pushed a hand between my legs. I spread them wider.

His fingers began to move in and out of my pussy. I began to bounce up and down on them in time. Bryan had glanced at us and I saw him grinned round Marco’s cock. I was kissing Marco, he was fucking me with his hand, and Bryan was sucking his cock. It was wonderful.

Suddenly Marco tore his mouth from mine and yelled as he came in Bryan’s mouth. I pushed down hard on his hand and came, too. Poor Bryan was left hanging but not for long. He swallow Marco’s cum, then pushed me backward and before I could do anything, he held his massive cock at the entrance to my pussy.

* * * *

Harry was like a little giggly girl. We showed her the house and it was easy to see she thought it was great. Marco and I were talking earlier. It would be so easy to fall in love with her. I think we both were already more than half way there.

She’s beautiful and clever and honest and so damn sexy!

I wish I had a camera when we showed her our bedroom. Her eyes told it all, she loved it. I couldn’t resist it, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. She was laughing and so were we.

Funny.

It turned serious. It turned sexy. Marco kissed me. For a moment, I forgot Harry was there and I kissed him back.

God I love that man!

We kept kissing and I realised Harry was there, Harry was watching. I felt embarrassed. We broke apart and looked at her.

Fuck!

She was turned on! She wanted more. She actually said that!

We needed no further encouragement. Clothes were coming off and Marco’s glorious cock was there just begging for me to suck. He grabbed my head as I took it deep in my mouth. I love tasting him, love feeling him in my mouth. I was sucking and nibbling. I pushed a finger into his arse while pulling his balls. I felt him drop his hands and glanced up. Harry was naked. She was kissing him and he had his hand in her cunt.

Fuck, it was a turn-on.

She was bouncing up and down on his hand, fucking herself on his fingers while she kissed him. I felt Marco tense, felt his legs shake a little so I sucked harder as he yelled and shot his load in my mouth. I think Harry came, too.

I let Marco’s cock drop and pushed Harry back onto the bed. Before she could react, I held my cock at her wet pussy. She was ready for me. Her eyes widened as she as looked down.

I know I have a big cock but she could take it, I knew she could.

I took my time, pushing in a little at a time, letting her cunt wrap around my dick. It was heavenly. Marco latched his mouth onto a tit, he was sucking and pulling it with his teeth. I pushed in more and more until finally I was all the way in. I felt Harry relax as I began to move back and forth.

She wrapped her legs around me and I was able to shove in even deeper. She has the sweetest cunt, so hot, so tight. My cock was loving it.

I set up a rhythm. In—out. She was moaning and panting. I started getting faster and harder. She was screaming for more. I pushed in hard and pulled almost out then slammed back in as hard as I could. My fucking balls were banging against her. I kept it going until I knew I just couldn’t hold back any longer.

I push my cock so deep into her cunt I swear I could feel her stomach. Her legs gripped me tight and held me as I jerked and came. I felt her cunt grab my cock and she was screaming, I was screaming.

Fuck!

It was fucking great.

I collapsed alongside of her. Marco grabbed us both.

I fell a little deeper in love with Harry.

I have to admit I missed my men. The fact was that both men were interstate overnight. It was only just over five weeks since we had been going out but already they were becoming part of my life. We saw each other every day. I couldn’t get enough of them and I am sure the feeling was reciprocated.