Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) (38 page)

“What do you want for dinner?” I laugh.

Dixon chuckles from where he’s sitting at the island as Gunnar stalks me. Pushing me back against the counter, he boxes me in, dropping down so he’s eye level with me. With the look in his eye I think I’m going to get a dirty answer, but when he opens his mouth I’m shocked.

“Bacon mac and cheese with corn on the side.”

“Uh… ok.”

“Problem?” he smirks. I shake my head, keeping my eyes locked on his as he stands up to his full height and forces me backwards over the counter. “Unless your pussy is an option.” That was more along the answer that I expected to begin with but before I have a chance to say anything he drops his mouth and kisses me roughly. He pulls away just as quickly and goes about pulling the things I will need from the cupboards. He doesn’t even act like what he just said was anything outside of normal everyday conversation while I’m standing here feeling like I’m melting into a puddle because he made me so hot.

The three of us set to work getting dinner prepped and cooked. The entire time either of them get near me they touch me. A brush of a hand to my hip, a light kiss to my shoulder, an
accidental
rub of hips against my ass. I’m completely insane and can barely focus by the time we sit down to eat and they both know it. I nibble on the food on my plate, unable to get myself to think about anything but what I know is coming while they continue to carry on a conversation about some play they’re working on for the playoff game coming up. I watch their hands as they eat. Each flex of their fingers and arms has me clenching my thighs under the table, knowing exactly how they feel against my skin.

“You feelin’ OK, Sunshine? Do we need to put you to bed?” Dixon asks, smirking, but he already knows what the answer is.

“I’m fine,” I lie, bringing a fork full of macaroni to my lips.

“Shame.” Gunnar shakes his head. Reaching over under the table he runs his fingers along the outside of my thigh. “I was hoping for an early bedtime tonight.”

I clear my throat, wiping my mouth on my napkin as I try to keep my composure. “Dessert?”

Standing up, Gunnar grabs my plate and sets it in the sink before leaning down next to me. Gripping my chin, he turns my face toward his. “Bad girls don’t get dessert, they get sent to bed early.” I narrow my eyes, trying to think of what I could have made me bad tonight.

“What did I do to be bad?”

He stands up, looking down at me. “I’m not entirely positive yet, but I’m sure I can think of somethin’.”

Dixon leans into us, sliding his hand between my thighs. “Bad girls also get spankings. Are you sure you haven’t been bad?”

Instead of waiting for them to continue torturing me, I push away from the table and stand up. Grabbing both of them by the hands, I lead the way down the hall to the bedroom. As soon as I walk through the door I drop their hands and begin stripping my clothes off. I bend over the edge of the bed and look back at them over my shoulder, wiggling my ass back and forth at them. “Why do only bad girls get spankings?”

Dixon’s the first to jump into action but it doesn’t take more than a second for Gunnar to follow. They drop down on either side of me, each on running their hand over one side of my ass. My entire body clenches at the thought of what they are about to do. Being spanked by one of them at a time is amazing. Having both of them do it at the same time will probably send me over the edge.

Gunnar slides his free hand over my back, grabbing the opposite hip, and Dixon does the same. They both grip me tight, keeping me where they want me. Without asking if I’m ready, they pull back, letting their hands land against my ass at the same time. My body lunges forward, trying to shift away from the sting radiating across my skin. It burns, my ass throbs, and it’s completely overwhelming. I fucking love it.

They rub the sting away, taking turns dipping their fingers inside of me to take my mind off it. “Again?” Gunnar asks.

I dig my fingers into the blankets and nod. Dixon reaches up and grabs my hair, pulling my head back until I’m looking at him. “Nodding isn’t an answer. Do you wanna be spanked again?”

Fuck, I love it when they’re forceful like this. “Yes. God yes, please spank me again.”

Smirking, he lets go of my hair and slides his hand down between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest into the bed. They pull their hands back and I take a breath to try to brace myself. The sound that echoes through the room when their hands land against my ass is almost as loud as the noise that comes out of my mouth. Each time they pull back, their hands land in a different spot, making my entire ass burn and making me hotter than I ever thought possible. I lose track of time and how many times their hands come down on my ass and before I know it, I’m flipped around, my pussy filled with Dixon’s cock above Gunnar’s face. Gunnar flicks his tongue over my clit as he thrusts up into my mouth.

“God, Kennedy, I wish you were ridin’ me so your fingers could be playin’ with my balls as I fuck you, maybe even slip your finger in my ass again,” he mumbles something about remembering how hard he came with my finger buried deep in his ass.

I moan around Gunnar’s cock, letting them know his words are affecting me. A few seconds later Gunnar’s hand leaves my hip and his tongue disappears from my clit. I feel his arm stretch around my thigh and in-between Dixon and me. Lifting my attention from trying to blow Gunnar’s mind with my mouth, I twist around and watch in fascination as he tentatively begins to knead and roll Dixon’s balls between his fingers. I forget what I was doing because I'm so engrossed with what is happening behind me and the feeling of Dixon’s cock slamming into me. Gunnar’s eyes meet mine as he pulls his hand away and sucks his finger deep into his mouth. The hesitation is obvious in his eyes but there's something more there too. Curiosity?

“You don't have to do that,” Dixon offers without stopping the movement of his hips. “I can come without it by just bein’ buried inside of her. It's amazing though, somethin’ every man should fuckin’ experience, but if you aren't comfortable with it, don't do it.
We
don't need things to get weird with as good as they are.”

Grabbing Dixon’s hips, Gunnar forces him to stop moving. I reach back and grab Gunnar’s arm before he has a chance to move.

“You don't have to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, baby. It's the three of us making each other feel good and we can do that without pushing you past that limit.”

He thinks about it before shaking me off and smirks. “We're all in this together to make each other feel good, right? New things,
testing
limits, loving each other without boundaries. As long as there's no judgement and awkwardness after, we’ll be fine.”

I meet Dixon’s eyes before dropping back to Gunnar’s and smile. “This is a judgement free zone, baby. Anything you want, we can try and tonight is your night to choose.”

“I want you to flip around so you can help me out up here,” he admits, smiling. “I wanna bury my cock in your pussy while we work together to make Dixon feel good. I want his face in your pussy too. And to be honest after hearin’ him talk, I'm kind of curious about this finger thing.”

Dixon is the first to move into action. He pulls himself from inside me, leaving me aching and empty, but I know that feeling won't last long. I push off the bed, flipping around so my back is against Gunnar’s chest. Gunnar stiffens as Dixon grabs his shaft, helping him line up where he needs to be and then push into me. He stands there staring as Gunnar thrust into me and I cry out.

“Where should I…,” he trails off, sounding mildly nervous for what I think is the first time ever.

“Back where you were before, but you get to eat her pussy this time. I know you want it, you fuckin’ crave her taste just like I do,” Gunnar growls, taking complete control of a situation that I wasn't sure he would be at all comfortable with.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I groan repeatedly as Dixon shifts so his hips are above our heads and bends down to lick from my clit to where Gunnar is driving his cock into me, and based on the strangled moan in my ear, I'd say his tongue isn't only being used to drive me crazy. The words “judgment free zone” and “no boundaries” are being repeated in my ear. I hadn't even noticed that at some point Gunnar had arranged the wedge and pillows so when Dixon kneeled, he was at the perfect height and not smothering us.

Smoothing my hair out of his way, Gunnar nibbles my ear as he palms my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples until I whimper. His hot breath fans across my cheek as he speaks. “Look at that thick cock waitin’ for you to take it deep into your mouth, baby. I want you to wrap your lips around his dick because we're gonna make him feel so fuckin’ good. We'll give him everything he wants, just like he helps me give you. Can you feel how he's makin’ me so much fuckin’ harder every time he runs his tongue down your pussy, because he runs it up my cock every time I slam into you?” I close my eyes, letting his words wash over and warm my body even more. “Can you feel that, baby? Can you feel when his tongue touches us both? You want us to fuck you like we own those holes, I know you do.”

“Yes,” I moan, more begging than agreeing with him.

“Good, now suck his cock ‘til he begs you to stop because he can't handle any more. I want him to come like he said he would with my finger in his ass, and I want you to swallow everything he fills your mouth with until he's clean.”

I've never heard Gunnar with such a filthy mouth, but I've also never seen him so open to trying new things either. It's such a turn on I can barely control myself as my entire body shudders from his words. The part of me that always knew he was holding back on me didn’t realize just how much. Gunnar slides his finger into my mouth before I have a chance to get to Dixon’s cock and I run my tongue over his skin.

“That's it, baby, get that finger wet so it'll slide right into his ass. I know you love bein’ fucked by us both at the same time, but I wonder if you'll like watchin’ me finger Dixon's ass as he fucks your face. Be a good girl and suck on his balls for a minute first while we get comfortable with this.”

Dixon groans from between my legs and I know it has to be from the words alone because neither of us have touched him yet.

Dixon stops us when he feels us move. “Wait, I'm not the only one that should feel this good, Gunnar. Lift your legs out of my way because I'm gonna to make sure you come so hard in Kennedy’s pussy that it'll be leakin’ out around your cock.” He goes back to wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard as Gunnar pulls his feet up and shifts his hips hesitantly.

I wet Gunnar’s finger once more before wrapping one of my hands around the base of Dixon’s cock. The other kneads his balls one at a time while licking and sucking like Gunnar told me too as he tells me how sexy I am. I watch in amazement as Gunnar pushes his finger slowly into Dixon’s ass. Dixon stills for a second as he adjusts and moans against me before moving again.

A minute later, Dixon forces Gunnar’s hips to stop thrusting, and Gunnar stops breathing. Reaching one hand up to caress his cheek, I tilt my head back so I can watch his expression, making sure he's all right. His body stays rigid as I feel Dixon shift his weight. He dips his finger into my pussy instead of using saliva like I did with him and then reaches back around our legs. I know the second Dixon is touching him because Gunnar isn't used to it and his mind is racing, probably trying to convince himself that even though he’s unsure, this is actually what he wants. His ass clenches, forcing his cock deeper into me and my eyes roll back. Dixon’s breath hits my thigh when he opens his mouth to speak.

“Don't fight me, Gunnar. You know I'd never do anything to you that I wouldn't do myself. You know I wouldn't physically hurt you. I also know deep in the back of your head that you want this because you can see how good you guys are makin’ me feel right now. Just relax.”

Gunnar finally takes a deep breath and relaxes after a few more words from us about everything being OK and telling him if he doesn't like it, we can stop anytime. His breath rushes from his lungs as Dixon pushes his finger in, causing an endless chanting of moaning and profanity to start coming from Gunnar’s lips. After a minute of letting him adjust, and Dixon continuing the tongue torture he's giving us both, Gunnar finally gets his head back where it should be. He begins pounding into me again while mimicking the finger movements that Dixon is doing to him.

“How's he like it, baby?” he whispers in my ear as he tries to distract himself from coming. “Does he like it rough like you do? Maybe he'd like another finger in there, maybe one of yours alongside of mine. Hmm, yeah, I think that's just what he needs.”

“Noooo,” Dixon cuts him off on a moan. “I fuckin’ swear if you put another finger in my ass, fuck probably if you move right this second, I'm gonna blow my load before I’m ready.”

Gunnar chuckles, sucking in a quick breath when the movement shifts his body and moves Dixon’s finger inside of him.

“Do you want that, Kennedy? Do you want Dixon to come in your mouth right now?” I nod, never releasing Dixon’s cock to actually answer, but it's true. I want to taste him as he explodes in my mouth. Gunnar smiles, grabs my hand, and sucks my finger deep into his warm, wet mouth. The sparkle in his eyes when I tilt my head to look at him tells me that he's OK with all of this, and torturing Dixon like he has us is fun for him.

Lining my finger up next to his, I push in alongside of Gunnar’s finger and brace myself for Dixon’s orgasm that will no doubt happen almost as soon as my finger is in as far as I can get it.

Dixon growls as his hips jerk. He tries to keep himself from coming but his efforts are completely useless and he swells in my mouth just before the taste of him explodes across my tongue and he fills my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can, trying not to lose a drop and clean him up like Gunnar told me to.

“That. Was. Playin’. Dirty,” Dixon pants. Turning to look at us, the threat of payback is imminent in his eyes and before either of us have a chance to prepare ourselves, Dixon’s mouth is back on me. This time he uses both hands to work Gunnar, one still thrusting easily in and out of his ass while I lean up to watch, the other fondling and playing with his balls. Watching them together is probably the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. It isn't long before I’m panting, close to the edge, and I feel Gunnar sitting there with me. With one final thrust, Gunnar stills his hips but Dixon doesn't stop his movements. It pushes Gunnar over the edge harder than I've ever seen before and he slips out as Dixon turns his full attention on me. He jumps up without taking his mouth off my pussy for more than a second, drops down on his knees between our thighs and slides three fingers deep into me. Slamming them roughly into me and up slightly, he lets his teeth graze my clit until I'm so close to coming it almost hurts and I feel like I could cry. He waits a few seconds longer, thrusting his fingers deeper, harder, and faster, before biting down gently on my clit, causing me to spiral out of control. His name, Gunnar’s name, words I can't even understand, come out of my mouth as I work through my orgasm. I must blackout for a bit because when I finally come to, I've been drug up onto the pillows and am tucked safely between both of them as they touch me and make sure we all are all right.