My fingers trailed to the bare outer lips of my pussy. They were velvety and warm.
I dipped in a little. The heat increased and a hint of moisture dampened my fingertips.
Thoughts of my husbands’ fingers, tongues, cocks flooded my mind. A spark ignited within me. I wanted them, hungered for them and I was suddenly consumed by my need for satisfaction.
Quickly I turned and clicked my spiked heels across the hard kitchen floor, flicked my hair over my shoulders and tilted my chin. My bare breasts jiggled wantonly with each step I took.
I was going to take what belonged to me.
The living room was heavy with shadows and I paused just inside the doorway.
Several candles flickered in corners and the fire blazed in the grate. I was greeted with the smell of burning logs and pine needles mixed with the tangy apple flavor of scented candle wax.
“There you are,” Liam said. He was sitting back on his heels in front of the fire, completely naked. The amber light from the flames licked across the curves and dips of 50
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his biceps and broad chest, highlighting the squareness of his pectoral muscles and the round balls of his shoulders. His thick cock jutted upward from his dark-blond thatch, the wide head skimming his bricked abs.
He shoved a hand through his hair and the soft strands flopped back around his face. I watched as he rubbed his palm over his forehead and down the side of his cheekbone.
“I love you in just those boots,” he said quietly, his eyes flashing. “You look even better than I imagined, and that was pretty damn awesome.” I smiled and glanced at Quinn, who was folding his pants neatly on the couch alongside his shirt. Liam’s clothes, by contrast, sat in a tangled heap on the floor by the magazine rack.
“I’m glad you like my style,” I said, looking back at Liam. I ran my hands into the dip of my waist and tilted my hips in a provocative jut, swiped my tongue over my bottom lip and pulled in the warm, heavy air that suddenly seemed infused with testosterone.
“It’s got my vote,” Quinn said, walking in just black boxers to the fireside, his gaze drinking me up as he sank onto an enormous chenille burgundy throw spread over the rug.
I marveled at the long, sinewy muscles in his back and the way his limbs were always so perfectly controlled. Quinn didn’t waste energy. Everything he did, every move he made, was for a reason—action, reaction.
I walked over, my heels clacking noisily on the floor until I hit the soft material of the rug. I paused as Quinn shucked off his boxers and tugged at his erect cock. Liam went up on his knees before me, curling his hands around my calves and sliding upward, over the leather covering the backs of my knees and on to the sensitive skin of my thighs.
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He kissed my mound with soft lips—warm and wet and promising so much more. I sighed and gently rested my palms on his head.
Quinn’s hands were on me too, searching and caressing. Smoothing over my butt cheeks, my thighs, the soft swell of my stomach. His eyelids were heavy and his breaths hot on my skin, mixing with Liam’s.
“How did you get to be so perfect for us?” Quinn murmured, kissing my hipbone.
“I want you to stay this way, stay perfect.”
“Mm,” I managed, resting one hand on his sharper, shorter hair. “I guess we got lucky finding one another.”
“You can say that again,” Liam said, his fingers smoothing over the swell of my pussy lips. Suddenly his tongue darted through the top juncture, the tip just catching my clit.
“Oh god,” I gasped. My knees jerked as nerve endings shot out spikes of pleasure.
“Liam.”
“Lie down,” Quinn said, curling his fingers with mine and tugging. “Ariane, lie down before you fall down.”
I folded myself down to the silky-soft throw, four big hands roaming the flesh on my hips, my butt, my breasts. My heart filled with a mixture of longing and contentment. This was where I belonged, with Liam and Quinn, in our home, together.
Quinn caught my mouth in a lingering kiss, the skin on his chin still smooth against mine when he slanted his head to kiss me deeper, more passionately. As he hovered above me, I curved one hand over his back and pressed the other to his jawline, feeling his cheek hollow and fill when the kiss reached an intensity that nearly blew my mind.
I moaned as his lips left mine and he trailed a path of kisses to my neck, each small connection generating a tingle of pleasure that hummed right through me.
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thighs wider and wider. When my hips were stretched, his hands swept up and down my legs, the inside, the outside of my thighs, on the boots, over the boots then ever so lightly he brushed my bare, exposed, parted pussy lips.
I tilted my pelvis upward, impatient for him to kiss me there, love me with his tongue. But I didn’t demand it. Instead I savored the moment. Knowing it was coming was a sweet torment I wallowed in.
Quinn’s head dipped to my breasts, tenderly sucking and licking my nipples as he filled his palms with my flesh—first my right breast then my left. His hands, mouth, lips and tongue all worshipped and fondled until I was heavy with sensation and arching for more.
Liam’s fingers were stroking my pussy now, touching all my intimate places, spreading my outer lips and circling my entrance.
“Liam,” I whimpered, unable to contain my impatience for his mouth any longer.
“Easy, baby,” he said through a throaty chuckle. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and pushed the other out to the side. “I’m just here.” I closed my eyes tight. My booted right leg rested down his back and my left hip felt wide open. Suddenly the tip of his tongue pressed onto me, lapping over my folds of flesh and tunneling into my wet entrance.
“Oh, yes, yes, Liam,” I said, clutching Quinn’s head and pulling him harder onto my breasts.
Liam’s tongue was hot and wet, demanding. He delved everywhere, dropped down to lick and kiss the inside of my thighs then shifted up and suckled my clit. A deep moan of appreciation erupted from my throat.
“Does he do it well?” Quinn asked, leaving my breasts and looming over my face.
“Do you like how Liam eats you as if you’re the most delicious flavor he’s ever tasted?”
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leaving the crisp hair on his chest to travel over the packed muscles on his long-boned frame. I toyed with the thin, silky trail of hair that led to his pubes, but before I reached them his cock twitched against my knuckles. Eagerly I grasped it in my fist, wrapping my fingers around the shaft. He was hot and hard, vibrant and pulsing. “I want you too, Quinn,” I said again.
He grunted and shifted forward, shoving his cock deeper into my hold. “I’m all yours,” he muttered.
“I want you in my mouth―” I demanded throatily as Liam’s fingers tangled with his tongue and he exposed my swollen clit further for his ministrations.
“In…my…mouth…Quinn.”
Quinn grunted, lifted up and leaned over me on all fours so his cock was just above my face, his knees bent below my underarms and his hands on the rug way above my head. My mouth watered for his taste but I wanted to hold off, just for a few more seconds, so I put both my hands on his shaft, sliding and shifting the taut skin, rimming the underside of his glans with my fingers and palming my way along his thickness as though praying but with a cock in my hands.
“Jeez, when will you ever stop teasing me?” he groaned. His breaths were raspy and the scorching heat that poured from him was every bit as hot as the fire.
“I’ll stop teasing when I’m ready to,” I said, angling my head to lick a salty drop of pre-cum from his slit. “You taste delicious too, Quinn. I’m going to eat you up the way Liam is eating me―ah god, yes―” My head fell back to the floor. “Oh, yes.” Suddenly Liam’s fingers pushed into my pussy. Two or maybe three, thick, hard fingers, stretching me wide and full. I couldn’t speak. I let out a cry for more, bowed my back and ground my pelvis into his face.
Quinn dropped his hips. I opened my mouth wide and took the head of his cock in, forced myself to concentrate as I rolled and licked my tongue around the flat surface, dipping into the slit again then settling my lips beneath the rim.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” he hissed above me.
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Liam upped the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of me, mimicking with his hand how he fucked me with his cock. My leg slid from his shoulder and landed on the floor. I bent my knee and dragged it upward, exposing myself as wide open to him as I possibly could. I wanted him to have all of me.
“Take me to your throat, Ariane, please, take me in so deep,” Quinn begged.
I opened my mouth wider and flattened my tongue against his shaft.
He slowly and gently penetrated my mouth, sliding over my tongue until he was tickling the back of my throat.
I opened wider still, pulled in air through my nose. My clit screamed, my climax was imminent. I tried to hold off, loving the strong masculine taste and scent of Quinn and wanting to relish it, enjoy it.
But Liam had other ideas—his tongue was unstoppable. My clit swelled and a coil of ecstasy tightened in my pelvis. There was nothing I could do about the orgasm racing toward me. I couldn’t wait. All my senses were bombarded and release was the only outcome, the only option.
Quinn rose up and pushed back in, gaining deeper entry. Liam’s fingers did the same in my pussy, all the time his tongue thrashing my clit.
I tried to cry out, tell them I was coming, but Quinn was butting my throat and my cry was muffled and incoherent. The pressure was so tight, building and building.
Growing and growing. I was squirming and moaning deep in my chest. I went dizzy, clawed my fingers across Quinn’s hips, his tight butt and was overtaken by my climax.
“Oh fuck, Ariane, that’s it.” Quinn’s muscles tensed beneath my hands and his cock went as rigid as it could go. “Fuck, beautiful, so beautiful.” His hips jerked, driving his cock in and out of my mouth to a thumping tempo.
An almost violent pleasure ripped through me, blasting out a release so fast and furious stars flashed before my eyes. Quinn’s thrusting was glorious and I sucked hard on him as my pussy convulsed and pulsed around Liam’s expert fingers and lapping tongue.
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Quinn suddenly stilled deep in my throat. He strained against me and growled through a long, powerful orgasm—spurting and filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed fast—he groaned, guttural and raw. I sucked some more—he cursed above me and ejected a final shot of thick, milky liquid.
Liam’s fingers stilled and the suction his mouth had created around my clit lifted.
As my orgasm faded he gently kissed my sensitive pussy, light and sweet, leaving no fold unadored.
I pushed at Quinn’s hips, needing to drag in a lungful of air.
He rose up immediately, sliding out and crashing sideways onto the floor next to me, his long limbs stretching beside the fire. Reaching out, he touched the corner of my mouth. His breaths were fast and a sheen of sweat coated his forehead. “Your mouth on me is like taking a trip to heaven,” he panted through jagged breaths. “Every time is better than the last and after hundreds of times that sure is saying something.” I gulped in oxygen and stared into his dark, sparkling eyes. The fire behind him had darkened his face with shadows but I could sense the love pouring from him.
“Thank you for loving me, Ariane,” he said, reaching up and pressing a kiss to my numb lips. Then he fell back down, flat on his back, pulling in his own gulps of air.
I looked at Liam, who sat back on his heels between my limp legs. He wiped the back of his hand over his shiny mouth and licked his lips.
“Liam,” I said, holding out my hands for him. I was exhausted, wrung out from the strength of my orgasm, but until Liam came I wasn’t truly satisfied.
His gaze roamed my body, my tousled hair, my heaving breasts and finally rested on my moist pussy. “That was incredible,” he said. “You came so hard in my mouth I could feel every tiny bit of you pulsating on my tongue and around my fingers.”
“Tell me about it,” I said. “Now come here.”
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His nostrils flared and his jaw locked determinedly. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Hooking his forearms behind my boot-encased knees, he pulled my legs up and apart, tilting my pelvis so I was as open and available before him as I could ever be.
I let out a squeak of air as he folded my legs nearer my chest, rose onto his knees and positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. He paused and looked down at where we were about to join and my pussy quivered in anticipation of his fast, hard entry.
But instead of ramming in he held frozen and silent.
For a moment it seemed as if time had stood still.
Quinn was breathing by my ear, his breaths shallow and edgy. I sensed him watching Liam as closely as I was.
Liam was unbelievably beautiful, like a Greek god, all toned and gold, the flames at our side adorning his sculpted body with licking caresses. The fact that he didn’t realize how gorgeous he was made him all the more stunning, all the more awe-inspiring. It made me, and I suspected Quinn too, realize how lucky we were to have him. The gods had wanted him back but we’d cheated them. We’d kept him.
Suddenly Liam squeezed shut his eyes, dragged on his bottom lip with his teeth and pushed in, riding into me on a hot, wet slide that filled and stretched my pussy perfectly. His loud, unrestrained groan echoed around the room with wild abandon and I could tell he, too, was enjoying being able to verbalize his feelings after having them muffled over the summer.