Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (9 page)

“Argh!” I grind against their hands massaging me. “Don’t stop,” I moan and they both increase their pace. I move my hands to between their legs and I take hold of their cocks, one in each hand. Stroking them. Talon unlatches from my breast and growls.
 

“Fuck!”
 

I continue stroking their cocks in my hands as they continue their finger massages on me. Kyle releases my breast and comes up to claim my mouth. My body trembles and I’m close to exploding for the first time in days.
 

Kyle swallows my cries as I explode around massaging fingers. My orgasm makes my toes curl. I need them both so bad.
 

I can’t open my eyes and I feel Kyle’s cock come out of my hand and I moan at the loss. Then I feel him lift my left leg and the bed dips under me. He lifts my legs and positions the head of his erection right at my entrance. “Please,” I beg and he begins sliding inside. I’m so sensitive from my orgasm that my muscles clamp down.
 

“Open for me, baby girl,” he urges and I take a relaxing breath, and he pushes in further. I continue stroking Talon’s cock as Kyle slides inside of me. I’m panting with desperate need. A need to be thoroughly fucked by my men. Kyle starts to slide in and out of me. Talon’s cock disappears from my hand.
 

“No,” I groan and I hear them both laugh. I look to Talon who is sliding off of the bed. He opens the bedside drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube that he stashed there at some point. I watch as he begins massaging it onto his cock and I shiver. I’m going to get both of my men.
 

Kyle’s pace increases slightly. I watch as Talon finishes up with the lube then grabs the bottle, bringing it with him. But he doesn’t come back to the bed near me. No, he climbs up behind Kyle and I groan with pleasure knowing that Talon is going to claim him. Then I feel disappointed and I pout. Talon laughs. “Relax, angel, you’ll get to have me too.”
 

That causes my back to arch and Kyle stills, buried deep inside me as Talon begins to work at preparing Kyle to take him. Kyle leans forward, his lips landing on mine, giving Talon all the access he needs. It’s my turn to stroke his tongue and swallow his moans of pleasure. The pressure inside me grows momentarily and Kyle groans, and shivers. “Relax, cowboy,” Talon whispers. “I got you.”
 

Kyle pulls back from our kiss and I can see the pain and pleasure rocking through him and I can feel his cock twitch inside of me. I put my feet down on the bed and begin to thrust my hips. Working his cock while Talon works his way inside of him.
 

Kyle’s arms begin to shake from the pleasure and pain of holding himself up. Talon slides home then pauses, giving Kyle the moment he needs to adjust. Then Kyle starts to move inside of me, sliding in and out of me while working Talon’s cock at the same time. It takes but a millisecond and I explode again. Kyle groans as my pussy clenches and my orgasm burns through me.
 

“That’s it, cowboy, milk my cock, fuck her,” Talon grunts as he begins thrusting his hips into Kyle. The rhythm is felt within me. Though I can tell Kyle is restraining himself, either from coming too fast or from pushing too hard and deep into me. It doesn’t matter because the head of his cock is working at my g-spot and I’m nearing my third orgasm.
 

“I’m, ah fuck,” Kyle cries out and I feel him explode inside of me. Hot wet spurts of cum coat me from the inside. Talon growls out his orgasm as he pumps into Kyle harder. I come for the third time.
 

Kyle collapses onto me, but still holds himself up off of me, not wanting to squish me. I kiss his cheeks, his jaw and then finally claim his lips. I know that Talon is withdrawing from within him. When he’s done, I watch him disappear into the bathroom on shaky legs. Kyle slowly pulls his still rock hard erection from my pussy and I whimper at the loss. There is nothing better in the world than being connected like that. We slow our kisses and he slowly backs off of me and lies down on the bed.
 

I can’t believe I’m still so fucking horny. I sit up and very quickly climb to my knees, taking Kyle’s cock into my mouth. I can taste the delicious combination of him and I drying along his shaft and it turns me on even more. I begin making love to his cock with my mouth and he grunts, shudders and moans as I continue assaulting him. “That’s mine,” Talon says from behind me and a ripple of excitement rocks through me. I release Kyle’s cock from my mouth and look at him. “Grab a pillow, angel. I’m going to take you from behind.” My eyes roll up into my head with excitement as I grab a pillow, holding it to my chest. “I want you as flat as you can be,” he says and I make an adjustment with the pillow so that it is firmly under my chest as I lower my hips to the bed. “That’s it, angel, just like that.
 

Talon climbs up behind me and I look at Kyle who is watching Talon position himself. While he lays there I watch as he strokes his cock. It’s fucking beautiful and I shiver in anticipation as Talon lines up the head of his cock with my core and gently pushes into me. I feel tighter from this angle and Talon feels bigger. My pussy is sensitive from my orgasms and pleasure shoots through my veins straight to my core.
 

Kyle climbs off the bed and picks up the lube. “Oh god,” I moan. I know that Kyle is going to take Talon and disappointment runs wild. “I need to see, I need to watch,” I breathe.
 

Talon glides his hand along my spine. Gentle caresses. “I promise, angel, I will make you watch him fuck me, but not today.”
 

That’s when I feel Talon’s finger playing with the rim of my ass and my orgasm erupts once again. Shaking through me, shattering me.
 

It takes me a minute to realize that Talon has stopped and he moans. I look behind me and I can see Kyle behind him. Talon leans forward, bracing himself on stiff arms above me. “Ah fuck!” Talon groans as Kyle’s hips thrust in and out in small movements and I can feel the perpetual motion in my pussy. Somehow I find leverage and begin moving against Talon as Kyle pushes inside until he is sheathed completely.
 

Kyle in Talon and Talon in me. It’s enough to send me over the edge once again. Then they both begin thrusting. Kyle pushing Talon forward and deeper inside. Talon holds back some, taking Kyle, not wanting to come so soon. “Fuck me, this is… argh, god damn it!” Talon continues with a string of expletives as Kyle thrusts harder and faster into him. It doesn’t take long before an orgasm is rocking through me once again.
 

This time, when I explode, I bring my two beautiful men with me, shattering and collapsing onto the bed, exhausted, I fall asleep before Talon even extracts himself.

“Baby girl? Come on, sleepy head.” I feel soft lips against my forehead. “You need to wake up.” More soft kisses against my forehead and cheeks.
 

“Go away,” I grumble.

Kyle laughs. “I love waking you up. You’re so cute. But it’s one thirty and you haven’t eaten yet today.” My stomach gurgles and he laughs. “That’s what I thought. Come on, lunch is here.”
 

“What’s for lunch?” I mumble, trying to wake up.
 

“Grilled cheese, chicken noodle soup and french fries.” My stomach rumbles again. “God, I love you,” he says on a sigh. “Come on, let’s feed you.”
 

“Have to pee,” I say sleepily.
 

“Well then, come on, you might want some clothes too.” I look down at my naked body.
 

“Oh,” I snort. “They’re over rated.”
 

He laughs a deep belly laugh. “They are, but Mills is out in the sitting room.”
 

“Well that sucks. Everything alright?”
 

He smiles. “Everything is great. Talon told him.”
 

“No, no, no, we can’t…”
 

“Relax, baby. He had to, you know Talon, he’s being overprotective of you already.” I roll my eyes. “My sentiments exactly. He wanted to talk to Tori, but I convinced him that she’s your bodyguard, and you need to talk to her.”
 

I give him a thank you smile as I step into the bathroom.
 

When I come out, Kyle is still there. On the bed are my grey pajama pants that are wide legged and my favorite because they’re flannel and so comfortable. With it is one of my camisoles and I shudder. “I thought this might be easier than a t-shirt,” he says. He’s being so sweet. “Though I brought one of those too. One of my super soft ones.” I touch the material and it’s really soft, almost the same softness as my flannel pants, but the size will force it to rub against my nipples and I don’t feel like putting on a bra. I pull the cami over my head and the brushing sends little stabs of achy twinges through me. It’s not painful, just uncomfortable. Once it’s in place and I move around, there is next to no rubbing.
 

I smile at him. “It works.” Then I pick up his soft grey t-shirt and pull that on.
 

“I like you in just the tank top better,” he grumbles as he wraps his arms around me. “You feel like a soft panda bear.” He smiles and kisses my forehead. “Come on, hungry girl, let’s go eat.”
 

When we come around the corner in the sitting room, Talon and Mills are deep in conversation but Mills looks up and smiles widely at me. Talon turns toward me. “You okay, angel?”
 

“I’m good. Hungry.” He laughs and I sit down. Kyle joins me. Mills and Talon go back to their conversation, and I look at Kyle as I take a sip of my soup. It’s heaven. “We need to get a ten gallon drum of this stuff,” I say and take another bite.
 

He laughs. “I’m making a mental note. Get the girl chicken noodle soup and lots of it.”
 

“Sounds great to me.” I dive into my soup with gusto, not wanting it to be gone, but desperate to fill up my stomach. Then I move on to the grilled cheese and about half of my french fries, which Kyle promptly eats the rest of.
 

“How are you feeling?” he asks as I finish up my lunch.
 

I give him a half laugh. “Tired again.”
 

“Is this normal? You’re sleeping a lot,” he says with concern.
 

“I think so, from what research I did yesterday it’s one of the primary symptoms. My problem is I keep giving into it and falling asleep. I need to keep busy, keep myself awake. Work through it kind of thing.”
 

“But it’s good to give into it, right?”
 

I smile. “It is, but it’s affecting my eating pattern, as well as my ability to work. I think the next couple of weeks or so will be rough, but once we get to New York, with the crazy schedule, it will be easier.”
 

“I just wish I knew how to help. I feel like you’re doing this alone.”
 

I look up at him with tears threatening. “I’m not doing this alone. I have you and I have Talon. You’re taking care of me, feeding me, loving me. I’m not doing this alone,” I tell him and bring my hand to his cheek. “Please don’t fret, or feel like I’m alone. I’m not. It may be my body, but what you and Talon are doing makes it all that much easier for me. Just don’t treat me like a useless baby, because I’m not. I will not break, physically at least. Emotionally I’m a damn mess. I haven’t cried this much in my entire life,” I say as a tear escapes my eye. “Look, if you want to better understand what I’m going through, read that book with me. I think it will help you understand. Talon on the other hand just wants to protect me from all the physical dangers.” I look over at him and Mills before looking back to Kyle. “You want to protect me from myself. So read it with me.”
 

“Okay, panda. I will.” He smiles, leans over and goes to kiss me on my cheek. I turn at the last minute, landing my lips on his and he groans. “We don’t have time,” he grumbles. “You’re about to start something you can’t finish.”
 

I give him a wicked grin and kiss him again. “There’s always time,” I breathe.

Our heart to heart seems to have worked earlier. Kyle is far more affectionate toward me but I know that something is still bothering him. But now isn’t exactly the time to discuss it. I have a show to get ready for.
 

“Angel?” Talon calls from the bedroom.
 

“In the bathroom.”
 

“You alright?”
 

“Yeah, just getting ready,” I say as he comes into the bathroom.
 

“Wow, angel, you look amazing.”
 

I’m wearing the top and super wide leg pants that I thought was a skirt that he gave me back in Phoenix. I plan on wearing my replacement Louboutin too. “Thank you,” I say and he kisses my cheek. I have my hair super curly and up in a banana clip. Giving my hair a cascading effect.
 

“I don’t want you performing tonight,” he says straight faced.
 

“What, why wouldn’t I?” He looks pointedly at my stomach.