It Takes Three to Fly (33 page)

Dropping her upper body forward until she laid bare-chest-to-bare-chest with Landon, Katie-Anne cupped his face. She sprinkled kisses all over his sensual lips, his angular cheeks, and his sweaty forehead then lifted her hips up to change his point of entry into her cunt.

Rolling her hips, she undulated against him, causing her throbbing clitoris to rasp against the dusting of hair surrounding his giant cock. She couldn’t hold back the scream of agonized rapture as pain entwined with pleasure.

“Don’t come.” Shane barked his reminder as he joined them on the bed. Closing in on them, he moved behind her. She heard the pop of a lid opening. “This is going to be cold,” he warned her hoarsely.

Before she had time to prepare herself, Shane pulled her ass cheeks apart, opening her wide, and dribbled a copious amount of lube around her back entrance. The cool fluid caused a shiver to work its way down her spine, and she trembled uncontrollably. Her hips stalled for a second before she managed to resume fucking Landon.

“Make him come,” Shane told her, “and I will give you a treat.” He placed something against her rear entrance, sliding it up and down then around and around. She didn’t know what
it
was, but she did know
it
wasn’t his dick. The object was too cool, and
it
was not the right texture.
It
was too nice and firm yet soft. Then she heard the flip of a switch and a buzzing filled the room.
Oh, my God. Yes! It’s a vibe.

Katie-Anne jumped, her pussy nearly losing its grip on Landon’s dick, as the vibrator worked its magic against her rosette. “Make him come,” Shane commanded a second time. He prodded her forbidden hole then slipped the vibrator into her anus, rocking it back and forth, as he tunneled it further inside. The rhythmic movements of the sex toy reverberated through her ass and her pussy, and she hissed, “Yes.”

Shane pulled the vibrator back and reminded her, “Sir.”

“Sir,” she bit out as she went wild on Landon, fucking him in a frenzy. She needed to come, and so did he. If she had to take care of him first, so be it because all she cared about at that precise moment was pleasing her men and herself.

Leaning back, she took Landon’s hard nipples between her fingernails, toying with them nicely. She ignored the vibrating dildo invading her ass as it met her sphincter, fought off the resistance, then burrowed into her rectum.

Rising up as far as she could without releasing his dick from her pussy, she pinched both of Landon’s nipples, just as she slammed down onto his cock, impaling herself to the hilt.

An unintended but not entirely unexpected orgasm consumed Katie-Anne, and she screamed, her voice cracking under the strain to her vocal cords. Underneath her, Landon convulsed violently, nearly scaring her. His cum shot into her core in thick, hot streams as he came with a bellowing cry.

Panting, Katie-Anne tried to get her bearings as the world spun out of control around her, but Shane didn’t give her a chance.
Sadistic bastard.
He withdrew the vibrator from her ass, drawing a whimper from her.

“I told you not to come.” Shane growled then pulled her off Landon. Flipping her over onto her back next to Landon, he kissed her harshly but quickly before releasing her lips. “If I didn’t feel so fucking generous right now, I would bring you to the edge of orgasm over and over until you begged me to stop, then I’d walk away,” he informed her. “So, next time you don’t listen to my orders, be prepared for me to deny you an orgasm until it pleases
me,
not you.”

“Y–y–yes,” she stammered, “S–Sir.”

“All right,” Shane replied. “Open your legs for me, little one. I want to see
my
pussy.”

The way Shane drawled
my
had Katie-Anne trembling. “Yours, Sir,” she responded, and his face darkened in displeasure.
Oops, I did it again.
Instead of apologizing, she spread her legs apart, opening them wide. Shane’s eyes homed in on her pussy, and he licked his lips.

Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her down to the end of the bed and his head dove between her thighs. He blew a warm puff of air that drifted across her pussy, causing her clitoris to swell further. His velvety tongue came out and brushed the pulsating bud in small sweeps.

“Shane,” she moaned as she arched her back off the bed. “More.”

Shane froze between her legs, and she realized she’d made a demand.
Oh shit.
He rose from his place at her pussy, staring at her darkly. “You want more? I’ll give you more.”

In one amazingly swift movement, Shane tackled her. He was on top of her and inside her before she caught her breath. He fucked her roughly, his untamed cock pounding into her. He grabbed her arms and pushed them over her head, securing them to the bed. “Is this good enough?” he asked. “Or do you want more?”

Knowing better than to answer him, Katie-Anne surrendered to him. She didn’t move, and she didn’t speak. She let him fuck her exactly as he wanted to. His fierce, powerful body bore down on hers, his dick invading and retreating with an undeniable demand. “Still need more?” he inquired, sounding deadly. “Good.”

Shane pulled out of her core then pushed her legs back, giving himself full access to her ass and pussy. “Here’s more,” he growled as he thrust into her rear entrance without preliminaries. The lube from earlier eased his way, but the burn still ravaged her, and she cried out in raw, all-consuming ecstasy. Her orgasm hit her at the same time it hit him, and they came together with mutual moans and groans of blissful satisfaction.

“Holy shit,” Landon slurred from next to them. “That was…”

Katie-Anne gasped. She’d forgotten about Landon amidst the thrusting and orgasming and loud noises.
Shit. I’m a horrible wife.

Obviously as upset with himself as she was, Shane heaved a sad sigh and lowered his warm lips to hers. Kissing her softly, he whispered, “It’s all right, little one. It’ll be my pleasure to take care of both of you. Just give me a few minutes to get what I need.”
Then, with another sigh, he rolled off her and got up from the bed.

Walking around to where Landon lay, Shane bent over and gave their husband a lingering kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry for not taking better care of you, Landon,” he murmured in a tender tone. “If you’ll be patient with me, I’m going to fix it. I just need to run downstairs and get a couple of things, but I’ll be right back.” Standing up, he strode right out of the room.

Katie-Anne turned her attention to the man lying on the bed next to her. At some point, he had rolled over on his stomach with his head facing toward them. He had obviously watched Shane fucking her.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I should have checked on you, gotten you some water, or something before Shane and I attacked each other.”

“S’okay,” Landon slurred again.

“No, it’s not,” Shane said sharply. Glancing at Shane, she saw him standing just inside the door with three bottles of water in his hand and two hand towels over his arm.

“We should have taken care of you first. I got lost in the moment.”

“So did I,” Katie-Anne added. Sliding over, she cuddled up to Landon, throwing one arm over him.

Landon sighed, his eyes drooping and closing.

Shane crossed the room. “Wake up for just a minute, Landon.”

Landon grunted but opened his eyes. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to because Shane spoke first. “We need to get you to the top of the bed. Can you help us? Or do I need to move you?”

When Landon didn’t do or say anything, Shane smiled indulgently. Placing the bottles of water and towels on the nightstand, Shane picked up Landon and turned him over gently in his arms. With a fleeting kiss to Landon’s forehead, Shane moved to the top of the bed and laid him on the pillows there. He reached for one towel then cleaned the cum and cream from Landon’s cock before lifting his shaft and wiping his balls as well.

Pulling the covers over Landon, Shane told her, “He’s too exhausted to drink right now.” He stretched his arm out and picked up one of the bottles of water on the nightstand. He twisted off the cap then handed it to her. “Drink this, little one.”

Katie-Anne scooted to the side of the bed and sat up then sucked down the bottle in a couple of gulps. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she started drinking and couldn’t stop.

Watching her, Shane chuckled then took the bottle from her hand. He dropped it next to the other bottles before he grabbed one of the towels. Lowering himself to his knees in front of her, Shane opened her legs. He kissed first her left knee lovingly then her right and whispered, “Thank you,” before cleaning her, exactly as he had Landon.

Katie-Anne couldn’t remember a time in her life that she had felt this loved, this cherished. He treated her tenderly as if she was the most precious thing in his world.

“Why don’t you get into the bed with him?” Shane suggested as he got to his feet. “He loves to cuddle and so do you.”

Katie-Anne moved to the top of the bed like Shane had instructed, but she couldn’t help asking, “What about you?”

Shane smiled at her as he walked around the room. “I’ll be there in a minute. I want to cuddle, too. I just have to make sure the doors are locked and the lights are turned off.”

“Okay,” she sighed then closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Damn. I need to take a leak.
Shane sighed regretfully. He didn’t want to get out of the comfy bed. No, what he wanted was to stay beneath the covers, wrapped around his woman with his hand resting on his man, for the rest of his days. But, apparently, nature seemed to have different ideas for him.

Throwing back the bulky bed linens, Shane rolled over and got to his feet as silently as possible. He preferred to let Katie-Anne and Landon sleep. After six bouts of sex during the evening and night, they had to be exhausted. Not him, though. He was jazzed. Too damn jazzed, in his opinion.

It was five o’clock in the fucking morning, and he should be asleep. Had that happened? Hell no. He’d been wide awake for the past two hours. The first hour had been filled with contentment while the following half hour had been spent with sweet, loving thoughts and plans for their future. Then Katie-Anne had to go and moan. His cock had come to life, and he’d spent the next thirty minutes with the hard-on from hell.

Now he had to piss like a fucking racehorse, and he had a goddamn erection. This is going to be a load of fun.
A load of fun? You know how to have a load of fun, and it involves Katie-Anne and Landon, not some goddamn bathroom.

Shane ignored his thoughts, stumbling along in the dark room. He couldn’t make it more than a couple steps before stepping on an article of clothing. Just when he’d lost his patience, he reached the bathroom door. He turned the handle quietly then pushed open the door, cringing when the hinge squeaked.

Holding his breath, Shane peeked over his shoulder to check on Landon and Katie-Anne. But, because of the lack of light, it was hard for him to see whether or not either of them had awakened. When he heard the soft rustle of bedding, he cursed himself.
Son of a motherfucking bitch. I woke one or both of them up.

“Go,” Landon whispered in a voice barely loud enough for Shane to hear. “We’re fine.”

“Be right back,” he whispered back then slipped into the bathroom. He hauled his naked ass across the cold floor, the only sound within the four walls was his feet sticking gently to the tiles.

Reaching the toilet, he stood there for a moment, attempting to relax. He took several, cleansing breaths before he relieved himself. When he was done, he washed up then headed for the door, but, halfway across the bathroom, he paused.
Since I’m in here, I might as well take a quick shower. Maybe that’ll relax me enough to sleep. God knows I’m going to need some rest before they get up.

Spinning around, Shane returned to the far end of bathroom where the shower stall stood. He opened the glass door then turned on the water faucet and jumped in. Twenty minutes later, he was clean and refreshed and more-than-ready to rejoin his spouses in their big bed.

Turning the doorknob, Shane lets himself back into the bedroom but as soon as he crossed the threshold, a light switched on. Landon and Katie-Anne sat up with their backs against the ornate headboard. While he’d been gone, both of them had half-dressed themselves. Katie-Anne had on an enormous white T-shirt that covered all of her naughty parts from her neck to the middle of her thighs, and Landon had on no shirt at all, only a pair of gray jogging shorts. They both frowned when they saw him.
This is not good. Not good at all.

“Um—” Shane began, but since he didn’t know what to say or how to say it, he clamped his mouth shut and stood awkwardly in the doorway. Looking from a teary-eyed Katie-Anne to a stoic-faced Landon, he waited for something. He just didn’t know what.

Finally, Landon spoke gravely. “We need to talk.”

Shane cleared his suddenly dry throat, pretending not to notice the anxiety assaulting him. “What do we need to talk about
before
the ass crack of dawn?” he asked. “I just had to get up and take a—”