Love Under Two Outfitters, page 15
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her men said that together, and they moved in even closer and held her even tighter.
“I meant to comfort the two of you, and here you are again, taking care of me.”
“It’s mutual, baby girl. You have comforted us, and maybe there’s something wrong with me because that image you just gave us, of you all weaponed up, that was a definite turn-on.”
“Fuck yeah,” Ken said. “Maybe we can role-play sometime. We’ll be the world-renowned business titans under threat, and you can be our deadly, but very sexy, bodyguard, ready to take on the world—or at the very least the two of us.”
Both men pressed their erections against her, and Alice suspected that lecture time—for the moment—was over.
“Well, now, if we’re going to get into role-playing games, I have a couple of fantasies myself that I wouldn’t mind exploring.”
“Oh yeah?” Ken’s hands felt hot as he stroked her arms.
Since her arms were wound around his neck, she showed her appreciation by gently rubbing her breasts against his chest. His erection pressed into her stomach.
“What kind of fantasies, baby girl?”
Ian’s erection pressed into her back. Alice thought her grin must be sexy as hell, because that was how it felt. “The naughtiest and dirtiest fantasy that you can possibly imagine,” she said.
“You have to share, sweetheart.”. Ken’s voice definitely had an edge to it. “We thought that was the perfect description of our loving, already. If there’s another degree to it, you have to tell us.”
“Tell you what, handsome.” Alice loved the look on her men and, especially now, when the shadows that had crept into Ken’s eyes had cleared. “Take me upstairs and get me naked, and I’ll tell you all about them.”
Ken’s grin looked dangerous. He cast a glance over her head, and she knew he was having a Zen-like moment with his cousin. That means I am gonna be in such big trouble. Yay, me.
“Upstairs?” Ian’s gruff word tickled against her ear. “Oh, I bet we can be a lot naughtier and dirtier than ‘upstairs’ would ever allow us to be.”
* * * *
Ken was beginning to suspect something about being in love that actually surprised him. He’d thought, in his analytical way, that once they found the woman they were meant to love, once they’d gotten to the point of proposing and receiving a yes from the woman in question, that he’d be able to map out the future, point by point. It would be neat and organized and perfect. Step by step in a logical fashion.
The thought of raging emotions had been nowhere in his plan—and wasn’t that just stupid?
In the last hour he’d gone from a deep inner terror, when he’d discovered that their woman was seriously pissed with them, to this.
Floating on the very precipice of nirvana.
Alice was splayed out on their dining room table like a veritable feast awaiting him—awaiting them.
Ian had directed their woman to this spot. Her clothes littered the floor, and Ken had sure as hell helped with that part. But the rest had been all Ian’s idea.
He had staged their woman perfectly. Alice was spread out, hands and feet secured by cords taken from drawers—cords Ken hadn’t even known were there. She was blindfolded. Okay, that had been Ken’s contribution, but the blindfold had been at hand, too, in the same drawer the cords had been.
“For a man who shies away from making plans, cousin, I have to say that it appears as if you’ve honed this one to a very fine edge, indeed.”
“Definitely a case of impetuous inspiration,” Ian said.
Ken raised one eyebrow and looked at the magic drawer. Ian grinned and shrugged and then turned his attention to Alice.
“How are you feeling there, baby girl?”
“Well, now that the wood has warmed beneath my ass, I feel good. So, what’s for supper? Or should I say, who?”
Ken chuckled. This being-in-love condition sure is a lot different than I’d imagined. Different, and much, much better.
“You.” Ken did something he never thought he’d ever do, not since those long-ago dark days of his childhood. He’d made himself into a man who was regimented, a man with a plan, a man who left nothing to chance and, he realized in that instant, nothing to spontaneity, either.
There’s a hell of a lot to be said for being spontaneous.
Ken moved in. He combed his fingers through her hair and then closed those fingers, gripping her, turning her face as he lowered his toward hers. “You’re on the menu, sweetheart.” He kissed both corners of her mouth then used his tongue to stroke. She immediately opened her mouth, seeking a deeper connection. “But don’t worry. We’ll make sure you have plenty to eat, too.”
“Oh, yes, please. I need your cock in my mouth, Ken.”
Eight words, and yet coming from her lips, they got him harder and hornier than he’d ever been in his entire life.
“Now that’s a damn fine coincidence.” Ken covered her mouth with his own. Her taste seeped into him, became a part of him, and he knew in that moment that he’d never, not for the rest of his life, ever be able to do without her.
She tasted like every good thing he’d ever imagined could be his. Sunshine and light and love and belonging.
His kiss turned fierce, nearly touching that line called brutal. Alice’s reaction humbled him. She surrendered, letting him know he could take what he would and she’d offer him more.
“I love you so much, my Alice.” He whispered the words against her lips. He needed so desperately to let her know how much…
“I love you, Ken. Please give me your cock. I want and need to suck you. I want and need to drink you.”
“Yes, sweetheart. Yes.”
He’d almost asked Ian, when he’d laid their woman on the table, why he hadn’t positioned her in the middle of it. He certainly understood why, now.
Ken didn’t waste another moment. He shucked his pants and stepped closer. Oh, yeah this is going to work out perfectly.
He didn’t have to do a damn thing. She turned her face toward him and opened her mouth. Best damn invitation ever. He needed only to lean toward her and…oh yes!
“You’ve got a wonderful mouth, sweetheart.” He looked down her body to encounter Ian’s glittering stare just above Alice’s cunt. His cousin nodded and then buried his face in heaven.
Yeah, heaven. Ken closed his eyes and surrendered to the pleasure Alice lavished on him. The hot wet cavern of her mouth held his cock, and he could feel her throat working, suckling and swallowing at the same time her sweet tongue caressed his shaft.
Alice gave him a little mmm of pleasure, and he didn’t even wonder if it was in response to the presence of his cock in her mouth or Ian’s tongue in her cunt. That sound did something wicked to his arousal, sending explosive shivers from his cock through his entire body before they settled at the base of his spine.
He kept his eyes closed as his hips began to thrust, tiny movements he had no power to stop. Alice, more generous than he deserved, formed her mouth loosely around his cock, giving him the freedom to thrust.
Giving him every scrap of power to do as he would.
“Oh, God.” Not just physical, not this time. It was more, and he sensed the difference and knew that difference was Alice. Everything from this moment on would be all Alice.
He didn’t have to tell her. She made that mmm sound again, and this time he knew it was all him, all her reaction to him, her love for him, and he surrendered.
Breathing, heart, thought, everything felt suspended as his climax swept through him, a great deluge of pleasure so huge, so pure, he didn’t understand how a mortal man could survive such bounty.
No, a mortal man surely couldn’t survive it, not alone. He needed the love, the generosity, and the soul of a faithful woman.
He would only survive from this moment on because of his Alice.
Chapter Seventeen
Alice cried out as the climax washed over her. Ian’s oral assault on her pussy had sent her flying, but every moment leading up to liftoff had shivered and quivered and set her ablaze. Wave after wave of pleasure tightened her nipples, sending the tingles she’d come to associate with her men over every inch of her flesh. But more, the pleasure drilled down deep, deep down to her very soul.
They’re it for me. We’re definitely going to spend the rest of this life together. And the next, too, if she had her way.
Soft kisses on her thighs and a sweet kiss on her forehead drew her back down to earth and into the sanctuary of these men. That sanctuary had become her new favorite very warm blanket after loving. Heaven was her men, surrounding her, stroking her, giving her a moment, this moment, to savor and to sigh.
Alice blinked as the blindfold came off. Her men traded places, and she lost all thought when Ian lowered his head and covered her mouth with his own. She drank him down along with the remnants of her own nectar that clung to his lips. Arousal stirred, and she knew she hadn’t had nearly enough of her lovers. Will I ever? It took no effort at all for her to imagine some time in the distant future, when they were all three of them in their sunset years. She’d bet they’d be loving on her and she on them until the end.
“I need your cock in my mouth, Ian. In everything, I need you both. Always.”
“You’ll have me, baby.” He straightened and looked down her body, so of course she had to follow suit.
Ken’s gaze glittered as he focused on her from his place between her legs. He held motionless, his face so close to her pussy that she felt his hot breath on her still wet feminine folds. Then Ken flicked a glance, and she understood, just that simply, that he wanted to watch her suck Ian’s cock into her mouth. Likely the way Ian had watched as she’d gobbled down Ken’s.
I guess both of my men have a bit of the voyeur in them.
She drew Ian’s cock in and felt everything within her vibrate with all that was right.
Then Ken lowered his head, and the incredible sexy ride that was her lovers began all over again.
This was her true fantasy. It had nothing to do with being restrained and blindfolded, although that had been fun. Maybe some day they’d give her that capture fantasy she’d told them about too, but it was only a representation of the true dream she’d held for so long, close to her heart.
Now she knew that the very essence of her dream come true, the soul of her greatest fantasy was the reality of these men, together, loving her. It had to be the both of them, because only when she’d pleasured and been pleasured by them both did she feel truly complete.
Hands in her hair and hands on her hips began stroking, tugging, begging for her to take and to give more. More was all she wanted, and everything she needed.
Tiny drops of precum coated her tongue and slid down her throat. Ian tasted different from Ken. Different, but just as good. Maybe the day will come when I can identify them by the taste of their semen.
Alice let go of every thought. She willed herself to become a creature of submission, of sensation. Her submission, though they’d never asked it of her, pleased them. The sensations she received as her reward were everything. More than just physical, they were a visceral connection between her and them. They’d become something she’d yearned for but had feared would never be hers.
They’d become her mates. Her own family. She belonged to them, and they, by God, belonged to her. No one, no one, could ever be allowed to hurt them or take them from her.
She’d fucking kill anyone who tried.
Ian stroked her hair, a gentle caress. A kind of soothing, though she knew she’d not allowed those negative emotions, those hostile thoughts, to interfere with her gift to him.
He knows me well enough to sense my tension regardless.
Ken’s lips and tongue, and the sucking of his mouth, kept bathing her in baby-swirls of pleasure, keeping her in a state of almost-rapture. She shivered as all her nerve endings sizzled, as the promise of completion teased her, right there, just out of reach.
“Turn off your thoughts, baby girl.” Ian’s words drew her in, and though she didn’t think the command to herself, her mind surrendered, regardless. “Let it all go and take what we give you. Let there be nothing else in the entire world except for what we give you. Can you feel it? Can you sense it? Every bit of our love is yours. Let go and fly with me, Alice.”
The allure was irresistible. So she drew on his words as she drew on his cock. Her tongue stroked, her throat swallowed, and her arousal soared. The loving of Ken’s mouth on her pussy and the giving to Ian this gift of pleasure wound together. Pleasure swept her, gathered her close and held her tight, oh, ever so tight. Then pleasure turned to bliss and tossed her into the air, no harness, no safety net, but that was all right because the love of these men that bound her kept her safe. The love cradled her as she soared free and embraced the rapture.
The aftershocks of her own personal off-the-scale earthquake let her know she was here with them, a part of them, for she felt the trembling from them both as well. They all three had been moved. They all three loved.
In moments they’d untied her. Ken scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
Alice sighed when Ken and Ian crawled in beside her, when they spooned her and held her tight. And the tears that left her eyes to rest upon her pillow were tears of gratitude, of joy, of finally knowing what complete acceptance, and real love, were truly all about.
They moved her so that she laid her head on one lover’s chest. They surrounded her completely, as if they truly understood, in that moment, she needed more.
“Let’s just rest awhile, sweetheart.” Ken’s voice from beneath her ear became a vibration that rumbled in her belly. She tilted her head up, a silent demand. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.
I taste different on his lips than I do on Ian’s.
That was an unexpected mystery, but one she would think on later. Thinking of the similarities and the differences between them, and between them and her, she felt a soft smile on her face. “Ian, I want your cock in my ass.”
She felt the immediate flexing of Ian’s cock against her bottom, and she would swear it had gone from mostly soft to rock hard in a heartbeat.
“Rest, baby girl. I want my cock in your ass, too. So rest for a bit, and then we’ll take care of you.”
She felt herself sinking into the mattress. But something in Ian’s last words twigged something in her. I have to tell them.
“You do already. You both take such very good care of me. I’m so lucky.”
Soft murmurs and a closer embrace let her know they’d heard her. She wondered if she’d get her wish right away. And then she sank all the way into sleep.
* * * *
And awoke being carried again. Alice was getting used to being carried. She really liked it, even if a tiny part of her wanted to protest that she had two perfectly good legs to walk on. She inhaled deeply and nuzzled the chest that was so very close. And knew who carried her.
“What time is it, Ian?”
The sound of the jets in the hot tub came into clear focus, as did the sound of the shower. She opened her eyes and blinked against the lights in the bathroom.
“It’s time to shower, baby girl. Just a quick one then a nice soak in the hot tub.”
“And then?” She didn’t want her men to think even for a single moment that she had forgotten about the promise she’d been given before she fell asleep.
“Be patient, Alice. I promise you I haven’t forgotten.” Ian stepped into the shower with her and slid her down until she was standing on her feet. Her front was practically pasted to his, so she had no problem understanding the slight humor that had couched his words.
Ian’s cock was as hard as she’d ever felt it.
“So, how long did we sleep? And did you have this, um, condition the entire time?”
“Only for about an hour, and yes, damn it.” His grin belied his words. Then he began to wash her, and he sure was quick about it. Ken joined them, and she had the sense he’d turned on the water for them and then gone back into the bedroom for a moment.
There was truly nothing finer in this world than the sensation of her men’s hands on her, bathing her. She shivered with the sweet thrill of fingers trailing, pinching, and delving.
Then she was in Ian’s arms again. No towels, not yet. But there were towels on the floor from the shower to the hot tub, soaking up the water they dripped as they made the short trip.
Alice sighed as the heated water soothed her, as the motion of the water and the scented steam—something that combined fruit and flowers—worked on her heart and mind, her body and soul.
This was pampering of the most dedicated kind, and Alice absolutely wallowed.
“It’s good to know you’re such a water nymph,” Ian said.
“I never knew I was until the two of you came into my life.” Alice sighed and then looked from one to the other of her lovers.
Ian and Ken looked at each other, their grins huge and a bit goofy.
“It really pleases us to know that we make you feel good. That we give you what no one else ever has.”
“You do.” She reached down and ensured she held their hands. “I told you I love you, and I do, more than I knew I could love. And you—the two of you—are the only men who have ever really loved me. You’re the only men who’ve ever really seen me. That’s everything, right there. You’ve given me what I had never believed I would ever have, that sense that I matter and I belong.”
“Damn, woman.” Ian cupped her face and kissed her. Sweet, reverent, his lips wooed hers, letting her know that her words had touched him.
He lifted his lips from hers, and Ken turned her face toward him. “Thank you.” She caught sight of the tears glistening in his eyes as he lowered his mouth to cover hers. She placed her hand on his cheek, stroking gently as his tongue caressed hers and his mouth gently wooed.
“You make me feel invincible,” Ken whispered. “You’ve filled all the empty places in my heart and soul and have soothed every wound that has seeped sorrow for oh, so many years.”
