Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 4

  She so didn’t think so and also wasn’t sure she appreciated that little pet name he had for her. But after a few moments, she began to think he might be right. While keeping a finger in her ass—no, oh, God, now two fingers—he reached his other hand around to rub her clit. She moaned at the stimulation there, and suddenly the fingers up her ass fired sensitive nerves she’d have never believed were there. Her moans turned deeper, needier, and wanting. And the next time he used the nickname, she warmed to it.

  He snorted out a satisfied laugh in her ear. “You’re almost ready for cock, puss. And I’m about ready to have you. Put your hand on your clit. Keep yourself hot for me while I lube up.”

  Unable to stop herself, Annabelle rubbed her nipples against the tile and reached down to finger her clit. From behind her, she could smell the almond-scented oil she used as a moisturizer after a shower. Kevin exhaled lustily as he rubbed it on himself. “You have me so fucking stoked, puss, I could come right here in my hand. But I won’t. You know where I’m going to come.” Then he took the bottle and squirted some oil right up her ass.

  She shuddered and let out a small wail. “Kevin! That’s—”

  “What, puss? Tell me.”

  It was an unsettling feeling, invasive and kind of nerve-wracking. At the same time, it was somewhat tantalizing, both the stimulation to her ass and the thought of him fucking her there. Against her will her pelvis tilted back, begging for him just like he’d predicted. He was right. She loved what he was doing to her and wanted more. Right now.

  “Good. It’s good. Fuck me. Hurry.”

  Gloating, he laughed again. “Hold on, puss. I want your cunt full, too. That way I’ll stretch you to the limit, and it will send us both wild.”

  She didn’t know what he meant, but it didn’t take long to figure it out. He started working the oil bottle up her cunt. It wasn’t quite the size of his cock, but it was ribbed. The way she’d arched for him, she’d made it easy for him to push it in. He had to finger her a bit, rubbing more oil into her, to get it past her opening. Then it slid in, the ribbed surface exquisitely stimulating her G-spot. He noticed she liked that and fucked her with it for a few strokes.

  He laughed again as she moaned and begged him to keep it up so she could come.

  “Not yet, puss. We’re not ready yet.”

  He got serious about getting his cock up her ass, starting to rub the oil he’d squirted into her around the inside of her sphincter. “Keep that bottle in your pussy. Squeeze down on it to hold it in.”

  She did, and that worked it harder against her G-spot. “Kevin,” she whimpered, encouraging more than protesting.

  Then it wasn’t his fingers rubbing into her ass, but his cock. She moaned, not sure she could handle a cock his size. But he pushed aside her hand and took over stroking her clit, working her hard.

  She groaned as the big head of his cock pressed at her sphincter.

  “Relax, puss,” he urged. “Let me in. You can take it. Let yourself go.”

  She cried out as he pushed in even though he distracted her with a hard pinch on her clit. Her breath hitched, keening in and out at the stinging, tearing feeling of the big head of his cock sitting right in her sphincter. She shuddered, nearly crying. “No, I can’t.”

  But she knew she could, she would. Like Rowen, he seemed to know her body better than she did.

  He soothed his lips over her neck and kept working her clit. “Give it a minute, puss. Just get used to it.”

  She steadied herself, trying to gain control as he stayed right there. Just when she thought she might in fact be able to adjust to it, he pushed in further.

  “Ahhh.”

  She tightened and arched, almost an effort to get away from him. But he held her, his hand with a hard grip on her hip, his big body wedging her up against the tile wall. For just a minute he was rough with her, shoving himself in deep, grasping her hard, gritting out crude words in her ear and sucking bruises into her neck.

  She whimpered, pained little breaths that caught in her throat. He continued to incite her in his raw way, all four-letter words and stirring touches.

  He ground into her, not stroking, but just circling a little, stimulating where she hadn’t known she had sex nerves. After a few minutes of it, she found she could relax around the length of his cock. After that, she began to enjoy it.

  “That’s it, puss. Now it gets good.”

  He started to give her long, hard strokes. It was uncomfortable at first, gritty and seeming a bit crude. But it was undeniably hot, the stimulation of her ass combined with what he did to her clit and the rough slate chafing her nipples. Soon she was panting and rocking back to meet his thrusts, to take all of him.

  She let him know it, too. “Yes,” she urged. “More. More.”

  He growled into her ear, vulgar words about how hot her tight, virgin ass was, how good it felt when he pushed deep inside, how he could feel the way that bottle in her cunt stretched her, making her fit so snugly around his thick cock. He grabbed a handful of her ass cheek, opening her more, lifting her up to accept him further each time he plunged into her.

  It was all too much, taking her over. Too much stimulation of her sensitive nerves, too much provocation from his raw descriptions as he fucked her. She couldn’t hold back. She felt the rise of an overwhelming, slaying climax.

  But he had new words, roughly insistent, that he drove past the ringing in her ears. “Turn your head, puss. Look,” he said.

  Vaguely, she lifted her head, trying to comply. When she faced the shower door, she saw Rowen. He was naked, watching them. Stroking his cock.

  “He likes watching me fuck your ass,” Kevin went on. “He likes that you’re loving my cock shoved up there. He wants to watch you come.”

  She couldn’t argue with him. Her orgasm was rolling over her, an unstoppable force. She held Ro’s gaze for as long as she could, and she saw the excitement in his eyes, the encouragement. And then she was gone, feeling nothing but the way Kevin slammed into her, feeling hot spurts of his cum while he emptied into her, both of them spasming, crying out, wracked in a prolonged, staggering orgasm.

  After it was done, he behaved just as she’d imagined when she’d seen him on the stairs. He silently withdrew, leaving her collapsed against the shower wall. He calmly washed himself and rinsed off.

  And then he surprised her. Very gently, he removed the bottle from her cunt. He soaped his hands and rubbed them over her, washing her pussy, sudsing the oil away from around her ass. His fingers stroked, soothed. All the while his lips whispered along her neck, soft kisses, soft words.

  “That was incredible, puss. Fucking sweet, fucking incredible.”

  She whimpered and knew, unbelievably, that she was still a little turned on with Rowen there watching. But Kevin took her attention, putting his mouth on hers for a long, sweet kiss.

  Without another word, he stepped out of the shower, paused a minute in front of Rowen, then grabbed a towel and walked out of the room.

  Annabelle watched him go, not knowing what to make of the feelings that swirled through her. Kevin had been rough, harsh, but also sweet. That wild, wicked sex with him had thrilled her body but also, somehow, blasted him into a place in her heart.

  He was there, in a heart she’d thought only had room for Rowen.

  * * * *

  Rowen was still stroking himself when Kev stepped out of the shower. Kevin stopped in front of him, and they looked at each other. Ro knew Kevin wouldn’t apologize. Accept it or punch me out, his eyes said. Your choice.

  Ro was more than happy to accept it. He watched Kev grab a towel and leave. Then he looked at Annabelle, collapsed against the shower wall.

  He couldn’t believe the first time Kevin fucked his woman, he took her in the ass. As much has Rowen had pushed Annie sexually, he hadn’t gone that far. Though he’d surely thought about it more than once.

  Leave it to Kev to take the whole damn mile when he was given an inch. That was just like him.
Of the three friends, Kevin had the wildest edge. When they’d shared women back in college, he was the one to take it the farthest.

  Rowen wasn’t complaining, though. Annie had obviously loved what Kevin did to her, and he’d loved watching it happen.

  Even though he was hoping he could work out a ménage with his two buddies, he’d still had just a little hesitation. It was all fine sharing a simple fuck on one of the theater groupies back in college whom none of them really cared about. But he loved Annabelle and wanted to keep her in his life. He was afraid it would feel different, sharing her, letting one of his friends fuck her and make her scream. A scream that was for his friend, not for him.

  Turned out it was different. It was even hotter.

  He’d loved seeing Kev’s huge cock disappear up Annie’s ass. Loved the way Annie responded, whimpering at first, then learning to accept it, then finally crying out and begging for more.

  When they both got off, they were like animals, with Kevin’s feral groans and Annie’s high-pitched, wailing screams. He’d nearly come himself, watching that fucking incredible orgasm quake through them.

  He was still hard. And he needed to be finished off.

  He stepped into the shower. Annabelle, still held up by the wall, turned to look at him. She was a little apprehensive, uncertain of his reaction.

  He took a firm grasp of her wet hair.

  “You know what your knees are for, right?”

  She hummed out an anxious little breath while he guided her down. Still grasping her hair, he rubbed his cockhead over her mouth until she opened.

  Like always, she was hot and ready for him. She sucked him and stroked with her tongue, still murmuring out little worried breaths. He reached down and rubbed her tit a little with his free hand. A couple good yanks on her nipple got her over being worried about his reaction to the whole Kevin ass-fuck thing.

  “Open for me, baby. Swallow me.” Like any good beer-swilling frat brother could do, he’d taught Annie how to open her throat and suppress her gag reflex. He sank all the way down her throat, giving a couple long pumps before coming out to let her breathe. “Again.”

  That was all it took. Two more long strokes then he pulled back. While she sucked him hard, he gave a few little short pumps. Then he was coming, groaning, pinching her nipple, and spurting hot cum into her mouth. She swallowed it down and sucked him dry.

  He kept a good, hard pinch on her nipple while she ran her tongue over him to get the last of his cum.

  “Clean yourself up,” he said then. “Kev and I are gonna want breakfast.”

  * * * *

  Annabelle stayed on her knees for a minute before she rose and followed Rowen’s instructions. She rinsed her mouth under the water and then soaped the last of the scented oil off her ass. She touched herself there, finding it a wonder that she felt just the same as before. She would have thought Kevin’s big cock would have left its mark.

  Then she shut off the water and gently toweled herself dry. Every nerve she had that could possibly be sexually stimulated still throbbed. Every bit of her felt used.

  She couldn’t believe she’d let Kevin fuck her. She loved Rowen and hadn’t thought she’d ever want another man. But Kevin had been so compelling, like a sexual panther. She’d not just let him fuck her, but she’d let him do it in the ass. And just like he’d said, she’d loved it.

  It might even be true that she loved him. He’d watched her with that flattering attention all through the evening, including her in his circle of attention as he talked with Rowen. He treated her warmly, accepting her into the friendship he shared with Rowen. He was bright and witty, teasing her with stories of the friends’ past peccadilloes.

  She’d spent the evening surrounded by the handsome, powerful maleness of the two men. It was an indulgent, basking kind of pleasure to be at the center of it.

  Somehow, she’d let that pleasure turn sexual. She’d let her body, as well as her ego, her heart, get seduced.

  Ro hadn’t seemed to care. He’d almost seemed to be giving his permission, his encouragement even, last night when he’d whispered in her ear about sharing with Kevin. And when he’d watched Kevin do her in the ass in the shower, he’d been more than turned on. He’d only got his raging hard-on down her throat a couple times before he was helplessly spurting into her mouth.

  And if he’d been a little dominant then, pushing her to her knees, roughly handling her breast, well, she understood the message. She was still his. He might let Kevin fuck her, but she still belonged to him.

  She was still nervous, on edge, when she walked into the kitchen. She’d dressed herself in a short swing skirt and a small sleeveless vest that showed plenty of cleavage and didn’t quite meet the waistline of the skirt. Underneath, she wore a little apricot-silk thong and another demi-bra. Whatever was going to happen, she was as ready as she could be for it.

  If Rowen and Kevin had had any words, they were over it by the time she walked in. They both lounged in kitchen chairs and both looked her over appreciatively. They wore identical looks of possession. She wondered at that for a minute. Maybe belonging to Rowen didn’t mean she couldn’t also belong to Kevin.

  That seemed to be the case as she went about putting food on the table. Either one would touch her when she got close enough, each just as provocative, each just as sexual as the other. When she brought coffee, Kevin slipped his hand up between her legs. He frowned when he reached her thong and grabbed her hand to keep her there. He tugged at the thong, causing a little stimulating abrasion of her tender tissues.

  “I want this off,” he said. “You take your panties off for Ro. I want them off for me, too.”

  Rowen watched, seeming amused, as she nervously slid out of them. Kevin took them, rubbed his face into them, and tossed them over his shoulder. Then he reached for her again, poking his middle finger up inside her. “That’s better. You put anything between me and your pussy, you’re just going to make me mad.”

  Kevin seemed to take the lead then in aggression. She thought maybe he wanted to prove himself, place himself as Rowen’s equal with regard to rights for her body.

  When she set a plate of eggs on the table, he stopped her again. He brought her leaning down over him. Then he reached down her vest, grabbed one nipple, and tugged her breast out. He did the same to the other side, so her breasts poked out, lifted by her bra and the vest, making the most of her cleavage. “There, like that. Whenever it’s just you and me here, or you and me and Ro, I want to see your tits like that.”

  From then, each time she brought a plate of toast or bacon, one or the other of them would have his hands or mouth on her tits. Or sometimes they both would.

  By the time they finished breakfast, they were looking at her in such a way that she knew that shower sex wasn’t the only fuck she was going to have this morning. As she stood to start clearing dishes, Kevin shoved his chair back from the table. When she turned around from the sink, he had his dick out, and it was reaching for the ceiling. “Take your skirt off. My cock hasn’t had your pussy yet, and I want to watch it fuck you.”

  She stopped, her hands grasping the sink behind her, and looked at Rowen in question.

  “Go ahead, baby. I want you to do what Kev wants, just like you would for me.”

  “You don’t care if he fucks me?”

  “I want him to,” he assured her. “It turns me on.” She could see his cock was hard, and he started to rub himself.

  Annabelle looked from one man to the other, wanting what they were offering, drawn to it, at the same time unable to believe what she was considering.

  Slowly she slid the zipper of her skirt down and let if fall. She left her vest on because Kevin hadn’t said anything about taking it off. That seemed to be what he wanted, because when she went to stand in front of him, he used her nipples to pull her down on him. When she settled on his lap he fondled them with his hands and mouth.

  He had her centered right over his cock, and he tugged more t
o get her to move lower. She stopped when the big head of him got to her opening. She was still a little sore after being stretched by that bottle of almond oil. He watched her, knowing, challenging.

  Ro whispered behind her. “Do it, baby. Let him fuck you.”

  Kevin rolled her tender nipples between his fingers, making her moan. Gradually, she lowered herself over him. He filled her, stretching and burning, inch after inch.

  When she was all the way seated, Kevin let out a loud groan. “Hell, Ro. Her cunt is just as tight as her ass. I’ve never had anything like it. Come here, puss.”

  He tugged at her nipples again and brought her mouth to his. He French-kissed her as he started to rock his hips, reaching deeper into her and rubbing his pubic bone against her clit. He let go of her mouth and dropped his head back, grunting as he flexed more forcefully into her.

  “Get over here, Ro,” he said. Then he spoke to her. “I gave you your first ass-fuck, puss. Now you’re gonna get your first double-fuck.”

  Annabelle was already so full, impaled as she was on Kevin’s big cock, she could barely process his words. She rolled her head then dropped it back, arching to make the most of his hands on her tits.

  “That’s it, puss.” Kev slid his hips lower on the chair and spread his legs open. That splayed her out, and he grabbed her ass cheeks and opened her up further. “I got her ready for you, Ro. Lube up with some of that butter and get your cock up her ass. We’ll see how she likes two cocks filling her up.”

  Kevin lifted forward to nip at her tits, sucking them hard. She heard Rowen move behind her. She felt his breath and then his teeth scrape over her neck. Then she felt his fingers lubing up her asshole just like Kevin had done before. She shuddered when he touched her.

  “Rowen,” she said, uncertain.

  “It’s okay, baby. You can take us both. I can’t wait to fuck your ass. It was such a fucking turn on, watching Kev ream you in the shower. I’d have done it weeks ago, if I’d known how much you’d love it.”