Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

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Finally, he’d fuck her, so big and hard, stretching her cunt until she wailed, making her come first there, then again when he shoved himself into her ass. God, the man did love to fuck ass.

She took a nap most afternoons, once he’d had his fill of her. A woman with three lusty men to please needed her rest.

When Ro and Kevin got home, the four of them would have dinner and then they’d usually have a beer or a glass of wine while they sat and talked theater. Braeden was part of it, whether they were laughing over some screwy prop malfunction or carrying on a serious analysis of a new play.

But the minute Kevin or Ro touched her sexually, Braeden would excuse himself to his room.

They’d watch him leave with the same sadness Annabelle felt. They wanted their friend to stay with them and to join in sharing her. It was the same thing she wanted.

Once he was out of sight, they’d shrug. And then they’d take their own turns with her.

She loved it as she always had—spending time one-on-one with them, or, better, in double penetration. Often they’d have her right there on the couch. One would lie down and take her on top of him, filling her pussy, kissing her and stroking her tits. The other would lube up her ass, readying her with his fingers, stretching and reaming her. Then she’d have a second cock stuffing her full. They’d both hump into her, pushing her to come. She loved that sense of being surrounded, sandwiched between them while they both took their pleasure. Inevitably, the orgasm they drove her to would have her writhing and screaming.

Each night, when Kevin and Ro were done with her, she’d go to Braeden’s bed. His cock would be hard and throbbing when she got there, and she’d know he’d been listening to the wild fuck that had just taken place.

He’d poke himself into her the minute she got there, coming almost right away. He’d soothe her after, sucking or rubbing her clit until she came, too, or playing with her until he was hard again and could fuck them both to orgasm.

He always held her after, both of them painfully aware of the days passing.

She knew he would go. She knew he didn’t want to, but that he would anyway.

He distracted her and himself with activities out of the condo as often as they could manage. He took to her Rowen’s show, dressed in a tux, a hot specimen of manhood that made her the envy of every woman there. She dressed up, too, in a slinky silver evening gown, and the possessiveness in his eyes, the pride of ownership, warmed her heart.

One evening he took her dancing after he’d rather humbly, for him, asked Ro and Kev to let him have her to himself for the night. They’d danced hot, steamy salsa, cooling themselves with sips of champagne, refueling with tapas.

A couple days they took outings that pleased them both. At the natural history museum she learned he had an unexpected, informed interest in ancient cultures. At the art museum, she learned he could bring them both to a wicked, absolutely silent orgasm in a stall in the men’s bathroom.

He spent as much time with her as he could. It warmed her, reassured her. To her mind, to her heart, it meant he wanted her.

She took solace from it, the desire for her that he expressed indirectly in this way. It was a comfort, a contrast to his more brusque moments, those times when he even now treated her like she was just a good fuck.

If he was in love, he was still resisting it.

As the end of the week neared, the sadness of impending loss became oppressive.

“Why do you come to me every night?” he asked when they were in his bed one night shortly before he would leave. “Don’t Ro and Kevin want you to spend the night with them?”

She rubbed her cheek along the soft skin of his wrist. “You know how, when a mother is asked which of her children she loves the most? And she’ll say, whichever one needs it the most that the time. It’s like that.”

“You’re saying I need you the most.”

“For now, yes. And I need you.”

He lifted her face with his thumb and kissed her. “What about when I’m not here? Who do you sleep with?”

She lifted a shoulder. “It depends. I love both Kev and Ro. But they’re different men. Ro is calm and steady. It’s a comfort to sleep with him. He was my first among you, and he loves me so much. Sometimes it’s just so wonderful to be with him. He’s my rock.

“Kev is randier, his moods more volatile. He’s bold and demanding, almost careless. He’s not sweet or cuddly. But when he’s done, he’s taken everything from me, wrung us both out. What’s left is raw and so—I don’t know. So basic. It’s very powerful and, in its way, fundamental. It’s a kind of primal connection.”

“And me?”

Annabelle searched his eyes while she pressed her palm to his cheek. “You’re darker, needier. You have the strongest urge to dominate. You don’t like wanting me the way you do, so you resist it.”

She stroked along his face, feeling the rough texture of his day’s growth of beard, a reminder of his extreme masculinity. She shook her head. “No, that’s not quite right. You don’t mind wanting me. You’re comfortable with that—seeing a woman as a cunt, something to use, to fuck for your pleasure.

“What you don’t like is that you love me. That’s what you resist. You need love, there, deep in your heart, your soul.” She rubbed his chest. “And you don’t like being needy. So you’re brash, rough. You tie me up, you dominate. You fuck my ass so you don’t see my face. You do those things so you can pretend I don’t matter, that I’m just a cunt.”

“No,” he said. “I do them because they’re fucking fun. I love you tied up, and on your knees. And I love fucking your ass. It’s the best ass I’ve ever had.”

She nodded. His harsh words didn’t hurt her. She could see that bit of fear behind them, that denial of his deeper feelings.

There were moments when he was fucking her that she could see it, the truth of his love for her. There were times, when he was deep inside her, when he kissed her and gazed into her eyes and made wonderful love to her, that she knew it was there.

That was what hurt, what would cause her heart to break when he walked out of their lives.

He was so ultimately male, so strong. Yet somehow, he’d been made to feel that loving a woman—not just wanting her or fucking her—was a weakness.

Yes, he needed her the most. He would until he could accept that loving her, and being loved by her, made him stronger, not weaker.

He took her mouth, fully, aggressively. “In fact, I want it now. Roll over.”

 

* * * *

 

Two days later he was gone, taking the red-eye to California. He’d spent the day at home with her. They hadn’t even pretended to work. As soon as Ro and Kevin had left for the theater, he took her to his bed.

She lost track of the number of times he fucked her. After a while, she’d collapse in exhaustion, only to be woken again with him thrusting into her. He was tender then hard, gentle then rough.

His words were never tender, though. His touch was, sometimes, and his gaze on her. But always his words were brutish, about fucking and reaming and coming. They were commands and directives, all domination.

She let him have his way. She loved him, loved the way he used her, loved his hunger for her. She didn’t want it any different. And she knew that he was harsh now, more than usual, because he was forcing himself to leave her.

Ro and Kevin were back before he left. They were there to wish him well and hug him good-bye. They were there to hold her, supporting her between them while Braeden gave her a long, needy kiss.

He had no words for her as he left, just one last, lingering stare.

That night, for the first time, she slept all night with both Rowen and Kevin.

She’d been amused, always, at how careful the two men were to be clear that, in their shared love affair, their sexual feelings were all directed entirely and only toward her. Each one loved the feeling of the other man fucking her while his own cock was also shoved up inside her, but it was clearly her body that was giving them pleasure.

She was always in between them, like a buffer zone. At most, their arms might brush as they held her, securing her for a fuck, or their hands touch as they grasped her, pleasuring her or themselves.

And when they double-fucked her, both of them having her in one guy’s bed, the other would always take off when they were done, going to sleep in his own bed.

They loved the same woman, they fucked her together, but they weren’t gay.

She considered it sweet, so totally like her men, and also a bit silly. They all loved each other. She would have been perfectly happy for the three of them to get pleasure from each other in any way at all. But they were such guys—they were off limits to one another.

In any case, she was grateful that, for this one night, they broke their unwritten rule that they wouldn’t both spend the whole night with her in one bed.

She needed them both.

She hadn’t kept the tears back at the door, when Braeden had finally turned away from her. They’d both held her as she’d sniffled.

For once, neither had been demanding sexually. But she knew there was only one thing that would help her feel better. Well, okay, two things. So she’d lifted up to kiss Rowen and then turned to kiss Kevin. It didn’t take her guys long to get the message. In about two seconds they started fondling her.

Kevin had her mouth, playing with her with his tongue, when he tugged her blouse and bra down to free her breast. He palmed it, massaging it against her chest, chafing her nipple, rubbing it to a hard point. On her other side, Ro nibbled at her neck, scraping with his teeth and sucking love marks onto her skin. He put his hands on her, one in front and one in back. He slid them down until he reached the hem of her short skirt.

He rucked the fabric up from both directions until he found skin. From the back, his fingers slid down the seam of her ass to her little hole. With one finger, he circled around, stimulating the nerves there, taunting, letting her know what was coming. In the front, he grasped her clit with his thumb and two fingers. He tugged and then circled around, kneading, pinching, drawing on her.

She swayed into them so Kevin wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, securing her against his body. Her helpless moans egged them on—Kevin bared her other breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth, drawing hard. Rowen took her mouth back, then pushed his finger deep into her ass. The lack of lubrication causing an abrasive, prickly sensation that brought an earthy groan from her. The two fingers that had been rubbing her clit slid into her wet cunt. She huffed out a breath as he started fucking her roughly with them, pushing his thumb up against her clit.

She was defenseless against it, that over-the-top stimulation to every sexual nerve she owned. They didn’t stop a bit of it, just drove her higher and higher. Ro didn’t even let her mouth go, so she had to gasp for air, sucking his tongue even further into her mouth.

Her body shivered uncontrollably, every nerve starting to fire with overwhelming pleasure. Her knees gave way as she convulsed so that Kev grasped her harder and Rowen’s fingers dug deeper, shoring her up with his possession of her ass and cunt.

They spoke to each other as they did her.

“Do you have her ass?”

“Yeah. Suck that tit.”

“Christ, she’s hot.”

“Shit, yeah. She’s creaming my fingers.”

And to her.

“That’s it, baby, take it. I’m gonna shove my fingers up your hot cunt.”

“Ride him, puss. Let him finger-fuck your ass. You know you like it.”

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. You love what we’re doing to you, don’t you?”

“Come, puss. Let it happen. We’ve got you.”

She couldn’t hold back her own words. “Harder, Kev,” she begged. “Suck my nipple hard. More, Rowen. I want your finger up my ass. Two fingers. Do it. Hurry. My cunt, too. Harder, Ro. Faster.”

Orgasmic waves crashed over her. Beyond control, her body jerked and shuddered. Kevin tightened his grip on her nipples when her involuntary movements threatened his grasp.

The intensity of pleasure was almost painful then, his fingers yanking to keep hold even when her body bucked away from him. At the same time she ground down against the fingers that impaled her, gyrating in an instinctive effort to escape the overwhelming stimulation.

They were chuckling as she collapsed, finally spent.

“Guess she liked that okay,” Rowen said. He slipped his fingers out of her and draped her arms over Kevin’s shoulders. “Think we should let her rest?”

In what she knew was an old joke for them, they looked at each other over her head.

“Nah,” they both said. “Double-fuck.”

Kevin held her while Rowen unfastened her skirt and slid it away. Then they leaned her back against Ro while Kevin did the same with her blouse and bra. He copped a couple gratuitous feels of her tits while he did it. He stood back, enjoying his view of her, while he took his own clothes off.

Annabelle had stirred enough by this time to enjoy the view she had, too—one hot stud with a big hard cock eagerly seeking her pussy, like a divining rod searching for water. Since there was a second hot stud with an equally distended cock pressing against her ass, she knew she was in for a fucking.

“Bring her over here.”

Kev walked over to the couch. He grabbed some lube and then sat back, lounging, his cock jutting up.

Rowen herded her over. “Ass or cunt?”

“Ass.”

Ro positioned her with her ass facing Kev. Kev used his feet to move hers, spreading her legs. “Lower her down a little.”

Ro did what he said, holding her close against his body, making sure her tits dragged along his chest while he let her slide down.

Then she was there, ass poised for Kev. He murmured his appreciation. Without otherwise touching her, he shot a wad of lube right up her.

She shuddered at the abrupt invasion, the sensation cold and raw.

“Bring her down.”

Ro lowered her a little at a time. She moaned when she came up against the pressure of Kev’s big cockhead and shivered as he started to push in.

“That’s it, puss,” he said. “Take me. I fucking love your ass.”

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