Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

She looked at Rowen, her first true lover, and let him see.

Let him see how Kevin, the other lover he’d chosen for her, turned her on with just his touch.

Let him see how she loved him, trusted him, would do what he asked.

Rowen blessed her with a serious, gentle smile. He put his forehead against hers, staring deeply into her eyes, her soul.

“Thank you.” Then he kissed her, way, entirely French, and finished the job on her sweater, tugging it aside to bare her other tit. He tore his mouth away to watch her, utter male satisfaction gleaming in his eyes, and slid his hand under her skirt, slipping it up to expose her bare pussy.

He was showing her off. He watched her while he did it.

Seeing the encouragement, the blatant urging in his eyes, Annabelle turned her head to look across at Braeden again. He looked back, enjoying the show. A world-class cock stirred in his slacks. He watched his friends play with her—Rowen was rubbing her clit now—for a while before he smiled and put his beer down.

“Nice job, guys. You got a high-class hooker for a three-way. I’m in.”

“She’s not a hooker, Brae,” Kevin said.

Braeden merely shrugged. “Whatever, I’ll fuck her. It’s obvious there’s gonna be a party.”

Annabelle whimpered a little. If there was an angel in there, it was a dark one. At her side, Kevin reassured her. “It’s okay, puss. You’re gonna love it.”

Still not sure, she looked up at Rowen again, questioning.

“It’s up to you, Annie.” He didn’t stop rubbing her clit. He so knew what to do to get her hot. “Just say yes.”

Turning her head, she saw Braeden taking it all in, a bit of smug amusement on his face. He unfastened his belt and took out his cock, which entirely lived up to its promise. And then some.

Annabelle was starting to sizzle with Kev and Ro stimulating her and that third stud Braeden watching with such interest. It wouldn’t take much more for that whole dark-angel question to become moot.

Then Ro plunged two fingers up her cunt, and that was exactly what it took. She moaned and leaned forward into it as he finger-fucked her. Suddenly it seemed her whole field of vision, her whole world, was taken up by that large cock across from her.

Looking at it, she swallowed hard. It was true, she’d gotten so she could accommodate two big-cocked hard bodies going at her—okay, she’d gotten to
love
two big-cocked hard bodies going at her. But three?

She couldn’t help a small moan. Braeden was staring at her tits now and stroking himself.

She couldn’t deny it, even to herself, any longer. She wanted that cock fucking her. She wanted Rowen and Kevin and Braeden, all of them, fucking her.

“Yes,” she said.

It only took the breath of that one word for Braeden to take over. With a triumphant smirk, he stepped right in front of her.

Rowen and Kevin backed away, leaving her at his mercy.

Braeden took hold of both her nipples and pulled her up by them, bringing her up on tiptoe, so he didn’t have to bend much to get to her mouth. He kissed roughly, using his teeth to nip at her lower lip and his tongue to probe into her. He had a knee shoved up between her legs and moved one hand to her ass to hold her hard against him. With the other he palmed her breast, massaging, squeezing the nipple.

The moan she should have meant as a protest came out sounding more like, “Do me. And hurry.”

Certainly, that seemed to be the way he heard it. He leaned back, raking his gaze from her mouth down to her tits then to her pussy, where she was kind of humping his leg.

She was a little irked by his knowing, condescending smirk, but she couldn’t stop the humping. Apparently, she had sex reflexes that were beyond her control.

He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. “She’s a hot little cunt, isn’t she?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, but just took hold of her sweater and lifted it off over her head. “Lose the bra,” he said as he went to work on the zipper of her skirt. In seconds, she was naked, except for the four-inch heels she wore.

He seemed to like the look. “Walk over to the table and bend over.” When she was halfway there, he added, “Be sure to spread your legs for me.”

That caused a little hitch in her step. When she got to the table, she bent at the waist. She lay across it, her breasts pressing into the cool, hard wood. The table was long and narrow, so her head about reached the other side. Pretty sure she knew what was coming, she braced herself, grasping the far edge with both hands.

Annabelle could barely keep herself from squirming. The cool surface of the table stimulated her nipples. Knowing that Braeden was going to have her, knowing that Rowen and Kevin watched in pleasure, turned her on even more. Her pussy was wet, and she knew Braeden would see it.

She could hear him walk up behind her and knew by the sounds he was undressing. He stopped close enough that she could feel his heat.

“If I get first choice, I’m gonna need a condom and some lube.”

Annabelle moaned. No surprise he would go for ass first. And the guys only used a condom during an ass-fuck for hygiene, when they were planning on having cock somewhere else for round two. She was going to be here for a while.

Rowen and Kevin were only too willing to help. Kevin opened a drawer for the lube and condom while Rowen encouraged her.

“Good girl,” he said to her. “You’re going to love this.”

She couldn’t deny she was getting hotter, lying there ass up, waiting and listening as Braeden suited up.

Without warning, one of them squirted lube up into her, the cold shock of it making her shudder. Then Braeden positioned the head of his cock at her hole and leaned over her, his hands alongside her shoulders. With a hard grunt, he thrust in.

He was so deep inside her, stretching her so much, Annabelle couldn’t hold back a pleasured moan. “You like that, huh, baby?” Braeden ground into her, reaming, not withdrawing yet. “I do, too. Your ass is so fucking tight. Damn, you guys found a hot one. She’s fucking made for this, isn’t she?”

He started pumping into her then, the mildly abrading motion turning up the heat for her. She heard Ro and Kev alternating between urging him on and praising her, telling her how hot it was to watch Brae ass-fuck her.

Annabelle rarely came with just stimulation to the ass, but Braeden had her nearly there. Something about him seemed to push her hot sex buttons.

He was sounding very satisfied, too, grunting in pleasure now with each thrust. She thought he was going to end it that way for both of them, but he surprised her. He paused, pushed deeply into her, and spoke to his side. “Ro, does she know what to do with her mouth?”

She could hear the grin in Rowen’s voice. “Hell, yeah.”

Braeden slid his hands around her shoulders and lifted her up, turning her. Rowen and Kevin circled around. They were both naked and their cocks were hard. They’d been planning on joining the party all along.

Rowen stood in front of her while Braeden went back to pumping into her ass. She was arched, her head against Braeden’s shoulder, her spine curved to accommodate those hard thrusts. The position caused her tits to jut out, begging for attention.

Ro stepped up to her, covered her breasts with both hands, and squeezed. He played with them, rolling and tugging the nipples, making her groan. He kissed her hard once, then curled his hands into her hair at the nape. He brought her down, bent at the waist, so her mouth was right at the level where he had his cock waiting, all ready for her.

Suddenly she was hungry for him. Braeden’s cock up her ass was a hot turn on, but it was rough and unfamiliar. She found she wanted Rowen—safe, hers, familiar. She opened her mouth and started licking him. Soon she had him moist and slippery, sliding into her mouth. He groaned, taking a couple long strokes as she swallowed him.

Behind her, Braeden laughed. “Christ, she does know.” He shuddered a little—she could tell he liked his ass-fuck. “Kev, grab her tit and diddle her clit. I want to feel her come.”

Kevin sidled up. Ro was already gripping one of her nipples, but Kev grabbed the other and slid fingers down to her pussy.

She was already so hot it didn’t take long. Despite her uneasiness about Braeden, he did fill her ass in the best way. Nearly as soon as Kev touched her, she was spasming. Ro stepped back a bit to give her the air she needed to wail out her hard come. Only the tight hold the three had on her kept her on her feet.

“Hell, yeah, she’s a sweet fuck. Kev, get underneath her. Let’s give her a triple-cock fuck. Quick, before I come. I’m about to lose it.”

That was just how it felt to her. He was reaming her, grinding in and making the most of each thrust. His breaths were quick and harsh.

He barely paused as Kevin slid underneath, between her legs. Then he was positioned, upthrust cock right below her aching, empty pussy.

They lowered her, Braeden taking a little break to let her down easy on Kevin’s cock. He crouched behind her as Kev worked himself in, until both of them filled and stretched her.

She began moaning right away, even before they started thrusting. She was so full with them, every part of her exquisitely stimulated. Kevin knuckled her clit and pushed up into her, arching up off the floor. Braeden grunted again with his hard thrusts, grasping her ass to steady her against them. Then Ro stepped up once more, filling her mouth at the same time he rubbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples.

They surrounded her, hard cocks filling her, hard bodies pressing into hers. The sounds of their lovemaking enfolded her, the slaps of their bodies into hers, their grunts and groans and crude descriptions of what they were doing and how it felt to fuck her, her own helpless whimpers of ecstasy.

Braeden was closest to the edge. “Squeeze me, honey,” he grunted out, pumping into her faster, harder. “Squeeze my cock with your ass. You’re so fucking tight. Keep moving. That’s it.” He slapped her ass to hurry her on, urging her back to meet him each time he pistoned into her.

That brought Kevin into it, the way she rode his cock to match Braden’s rhythm. He started humping up into her at that same lightning pace, groaning out his pleasure.

Annabelle started convulsing, letting her body go, helplessly tossed about by the double-fucking from the two men. Rowen gripped her head to steady her mouth for his last thrusts. He pulled back as she started to scream out of control, bringing himself to climax with his own fist. He came, spurting into her open mouth and down her chest, just as Braeden and Kevin slammed into her, coming hard, growling out their wild satisfaction.

They didn’t stop, any of them, whatever stimulation they were giving her, until her screams faded to exhausted moans, her body spasmed out its last shudders, and she weakly collapsed over Kevin.

She barely roused a minute later when Ro lifted her into his arms. She shuddered as those two long cocks that still filled her slid out of her body. Ro carried her down the hall and gently laid her down. Immediately she rolled over, snuggling into the bed.

Her eyes opened for just a second as the door closed behind him.

Braeden’s bed.

* * * *

“Roll over. I want to see tits and pussy.”

He stood at the edge of the bed looking at her, and damned if she didn’t do it.

The little minx had had a couple hours to sleep while Braeden and his two old friends had killed a few more beers and reminisced. And here she was, in his bed, wrapped up like a little gift from his buddies.

She was a hell of a gift, in fact, the mother of all birthday presents. And he’d just unwrapped her, sliding the blankets off a bit at a time, revealing lovely views of her gently curving back and that very sweet ass.

Ro and Kev hadn’t said any more about her after Ro had carried her off down the hall. He hadn’t expected to find her in his bed. He’d taken a moment to clean up in the bathroom. Whatever happened next, there wasn’t going to be a condom involved.

Honestly, he’d kind of thought she’d be shown the door after they finished their fuck party. Back in the day, they might have all taken another shot at her. God knew he wouldn’t have minded going a round in her cunt. He could tell it was nice and tight by the way Kev had to work his way in. Just like her ass. And fuck, did she know how to give head. He couldn’t believe the way she took Ro down her throat, every last inch.

So he’d been a little disappointed to see Ro pick her up almost tenderly and cart her off. And surprised as hell when he came back, alone. He hadn’t been gone long enough for even the briefest quickie.

At the time, he didn’t get it. She wasn’t handed her clothes and her purse and a polite, thank you, ma’am. And, since Ro was back right away, they weren’t going to each have a little one-on-one time. Using that condom had seemed a fucking waste. If he was only going to get one shot at her, he’d have freaking gone bare. More than a little regretful, he’d shrugged, accepted a beer, and enjoyed the time with his friends.

But now, here she was, waking to his crude suggestion and, to his significant satisfaction, taking it. She rolled over so her very outstanding tits stood up on her chest, nipples perking up under his gaze. And she slid her feet up, bending her knees and then dropping them open to give him a sweet look at her prime cunt. Just as he’d suspected, her pussy was tiny and tight, just like her puckered little asshole. He couldn’t imagine how two cocks the size of his and Kev’s had fit into her. She was nice and shaved. He liked the way that gave him a view of her little pink opening and the glistening moisture there as his appreciation heated her up.

Her ready compliance was a sweet turn on. He took his gaze away from her lovely pussy scenery to meet her eyes.

“Is there anything you won’t do if a man asks it?”

She stayed as she was, all open and ready for him, but met his gaze as she answered. “If the man we’re talking about is Rowen or Kevin, then, so far, the answer is no, there isn’t.”

There was a little something in her voice that made it sound like she had some regrets about that. Like maybe she should have put a clause into that agreement. Like, fucking bad boy buddies not included.