Three of Hearts (10 page)

“Great song hook,” Lucas said. “Holy hell, Haylee, what have you done to us?”

“We are
not
writing a song about this. Holy bejeebus.”

“Hmm.”

They didn’t stop touching me, continuing to nuzzle the curves of my breasts and cup my pussy, and I watched in fascination. Their faces were so close together above me. I traced a finger over Lucas’s jaw, then a palm over Ben’s hair.

Lucas’s tongue blazed a trail up my chest. “Gotta be honest, Haylee. Wanna fuck you.”

My pussy spasmed at the blunt words. I swallowed. “Yes. Both of you.”

They looked at each other, another wordless exchange. Then they nodded.

I didn’t just want that, I
needed
that, with a fierce, ravenous ache. Uncertainty about how it all worked spun away as they took charge, gently turning me over onto my stomach, hands once again caressing and setting my nerves alight.

Smooth strokes down my back delighted me, and then hands curved over my ass. Ben swept my hair aside and began to kiss me from my nape down my spine—hot, open-mouthed kisses—while Lucas’s hands shaped the flesh of my butt, gently cupping and rubbing. His fingertips grazed the crease where ass met thigh, and I shivered. He drew his fingertips over the backs of my thighs, all the way to my knees and back up, and more shivers worked over my skin. And when I felt the graze of his stubbled cheek against the tender skin of my buttocks, I flinched hard. He rubbed his face there, lightly abrading me, then he too kissed me, open-mouthed, with tongue, right on the curve of my ass. His fingers played at the top of the crease between my cheeks where I was so sensitive, and I squirmed. “Oh wow,” I whispered. My fingers curled into the duvet.

Once more they took their time, and it was remarkable. Lucas parted my thighs and lifted my hips, and I groaned into the bed covers at how exposed I was to him like that, my aching pussy bared to his gaze and his touch.

And touch he did; blunt, callused fingers slid up and down first over my sex lips, then between them where I was slick and wet. All the while his mouth moved over my ass, licking and nibbling, and when he sank his teeth into my flesh so gently, I twitched and gasped. Ben continued to stroke my back and kiss my shoulders and neck.

“Goddamn, you’re so pretty,” Lucas growled from behind me. And then, to my utter shock, he rubbed a wet thumb over my anus, eliciting waves of trembling pleasure. Again he licked and kissed and gently sucked on tender folds as he groaned with anticipation.

“Can’t wait much longer.” He moved his mouth away, his hands gripping my hips. “You ready, man?”

Ready for what? I tried to lift my head to look at Ben, and he gave my hair a gentle tug that sent more tremors cascading down my spine. My eyes met his, so dark and warm. He smiled at me. “Yeah, sweetheart. Up on your elbows, okay?”

He shifted on the bed so he was reclining against the headboard, pillows shoved behind his back. Between the two of them, they adjusted my position so I was right at Ben’s groin where his beautiful cock rose up, flushed and gleaming at the tip. I licked my lips, and Ben moaned.

With a flash of delight, I got what they were planning. Lucas held my hips, nudging my knees farther apart with his, and then my eyes fell closed with pleasure as he began to stroke the firm head of his cock up and down through my sex. Slowly. Maddeningly. Up and down, between the cheeks of my ass, back down through the liquid center of me, rubbing over sensitive tissues.

“Oh that’s nice,” I moaned. “Oh my god.”

I dragged air into my lungs and reached for Ben; he sucked in a sharp breath as I closed my fingers around him. He was thick and hot in my hand. I tried to focus as Lucas kept stroking me from behind. My lips parted as I studied Ben’s cock—the defined ridge around the crown, the tiny slit, the pearly drop at the tip.

I deepened the curve in my back, pushing my butt up and giving Lucas better access, and tenderly cupped Ben’s balls with my other hand. My elbows pushed into the mattress as my gaze wandered from Ben’s groin to his thickly muscled thighs, dusted with dark hair, spread open on the bed. His body widened from narrow hips and waist to a broad chest and shoulders; his skin was dusky and smooth over lean muscle. He reached out and gathered my hair into a loose tail at the back of my head, and then I met his smoldering, dark eyes.

Heat zapped between us, and I felt like the air around us caught fire. My eyelids grew heavy as I stared at him, and he waited patiently, hands gentle in my hair. We both knew what I was going to do next.

Lucas’s body bent over mine, his shaft still rubbing up and down against me, one hand sliding around under my belly until he was embracing me with that arm. His heat seeped into me, and I whimpered with the need that grew, desire multiplying into a relentless ache in my pussy.

“Please.” I leaned my face closer to Ben. “Please. Fuck me. I need it.”

Lucas groaned. “Oh hell, yeah.”

And then I opened my mouth and closed my lips over the tip of Ben’s cock, smooth and hot and delicious. I swirled my tongue around, eyes falling closed, delighting in the taste of him, the feel of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around his girth.

“Fuck yeah.” Ben’s fingers tightened in my hair. The tug on my scalp stung sweetly.

When Lucas moved away from me, my eyes opened wide and I turned my head, still keeping Ben in my mouth. What . . .?

But Lucas was rolling on a condom he’d pulled from somewhere—his jeans I presumed—and I sagged with relief. Yeah, that was a good idea.

And then finally,
finally
, Lucas probed at my hungry pussy, and pushed into me slowly. I couldn’t stop the noises that rose in my throat. It might have sounded like I was in pain, and I sort of was, as Lucas stretched and filled me with a slight pinch and sting. He eased into me, inch by inch, sliding in and out in slow increments.

“Christ. Christ, Haylee, you feel so fucking good. So damn hot around my dick.”

“Your mouth too,” Ben added, his voice low and raspy. “Hot and wet. Suck me, baby, just like that.”

Lucas growled, finally seated fully inside me, his hips pressed to my ass. “Goddamn.” His hands gripped my waist and he went very still for a long moment. I felt him inside me, barely pulsing, filling me so deliciously. It was hard to concentrate on both men. I loved having Ben in my mouth, but I wanted to just pause and savor the feel of Lucas in my pussy. My body tightened and pleasure sharpened, and I craved that orgasmic release I felt hovering on the edges of my awareness. I needed to pay attention to that feeling, to reach for it . . . but I wanted to enjoy sucking on Ben too. I licked him up and down, wetting his beautiful shaft to ease its way deeper into my mouth, relaxing my throat to take him as far as I could.

He gasped, really pulling my hair. “Holy shit, Haylee. Fucking deep-throating me. Christ, that feels incredible.”

“Oh man,” Lucas groaned. “Seriously?”

“Oh yeah. Damn.”

I wanted to smile, warmth spreading through me at their pleasure. Lucas began to move, long slow glides in and out of my pussy, torturing me. Pressure built, and Lucas linked his hands at my belly, easing me back against him as his thrusts deepened. My orgasm built faster than I wanted it to; I wanted to do this forever, but my mouth was tiring, and I had to release Ben with a gasp. I clasped him in my hands, my body jolting with Lucas’s harder and harder strokes.

“So good,” I moaned. “Oh my god. Lucas . . .”

“Yeah, babe? It’s good?”

“Mmmm.” I dropped my forehead to the mattress, between Ben’s thighs. “Sorry, Ben . . . can’t . . .”

“’S’okay, hon.” His fingers gentled in my hair, stroking it back from my hot face, so tenderly.

Pleasure rushed at me, swelled inside me almost unbearably, and I pushed back into Lucas’s thrusts. He slid his hand lower on my belly, then lower still to find my clit. Fingertips brushed across the sensitive flesh, slicked up moisture, then settled there to rub small circles. I cried out, my head lifted, and I got slammed by fiery sensation racing through me in hot pulses.

Lucas’s hand went still on my clit, cupping me. “Fuck. Your pussy’s so damn hungry, Haylee, tightening on me like that, Christ, it’s making me lose it . . . Aw yeah, coming too, babe—”

And with a series of fast, hard pumps, his body slapping against mine, he came too, going rigid against my ass and then pulsing inside me. We stayed like that for long throbbing moments, then he laid a slow string of kisses up my spine.

I wanted to collapse onto the bed, but Ben was still unfulfilled, and I wanted to make him feel as good as Lucas and I did, so I pushed back up and took him in my mouth again. I brushed my fingertips over the soft skin of his testicles, then tentatively gave them a gentle squeeze, bringing forth a long, low groan from him.

“Oh honey.” His hips moved, gently thrusting into my mouth, and I tightened my lips around him, squeezed the base of his cock with my hand and got lost in the rhythm of it. “So close. Oh yeah, so close . . .”

His balls grew tighter beneath his cock. I felt how close he was and quickened my strokes, and then he came too, his taste filling my mouth. I held him there, swallowing his essence, savoring him, loving the way his hands cupped my head with gentle firmness, loving his hoarse cries of pleasure.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Lucas’s hand land on Ben’s thigh and give a squeeze, and that touched something inside me. I licked my lips and swallowed once more, still tasting Ben, and then the three of us collapsed in a tangle of damp arms and legs. We all lay there, trying to catch our breath.

“Come here.”

At Lucas’s whispered words, I struggled to open my eyes, and found his face right near mine on the pillow. He curled his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer so our mouths met. His opened on mine, his lips firm and warm, and his tongue swept inside.

I still tasted Ben. And Lucas had to taste him too. His tongue rubbed mine, then licked over my lips. He gave a rumble in his chest, then crushed his mouth to mine again. The idea that he tasted Ben made my womb contract hard. I opened deeper for his kiss, and he sucked my tongue, so gently.

Then we drew apart and our eyes met. Lucas had a small notch of concern between his eyebrows, and he blinked at me. He touched his fingertips to my cheek, and his throat worked as he swallowed.

“You okay?” I whispered.

“Yeah.” He paused, then said it again. “Yeah.” He pulled me closer. Ben’s arm came across my body, and in my heightened awareness, I knew his arm was over Lucas’s body too. I closed my eyes and let lethargy sweep over me as I snuggled in between my two hot guys.

I awoke to the touch of hands on my skin, sliding over my waist and hips beneath the comforter of my bed, in the dark. Lips on my shoulder. Warm breath against the side of my neck. Fingers teasing a nipple into a hard, aching point.

I turned my face toward the lips nuzzling my hair. “Again?”

Ben murmured in my ear. “My turn.” His fingers on my jaw turned my face to him and his mouth found mine in the dark.

I rolled to my side so we were pressed together from our chests to our knees. Behind me, Lucas’s hand rubbed over my hip and thigh, and he kissed my upper back.

It was lovely and warm and decadent, and heat built inside me until I felt like my skin was burning. Ben’s hand slid into my hair and held my head as he kissed me over and over, his sleek tongue rubbing against mine. I soaked up the sensation, awash with it, until I could let myself drift on it.

Hands turned and caressed me, and Ben moved over me. I lay on my back and reached for his big shoulders.

He used his knees to nudge my legs farther apart. “Oh yeah, honey.” He slid his hands up my sides, all the way to my armpits, then pushed my arms up. Holding my hands in his over my head, he bent to kiss me again. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

I knew Lucas was still with us. I felt his substantial presence beside me, although this time he didn’t kiss me. The bedroom was shadowy and dark but enough silvery moonlight came in the window that I could make out the angles and planes of Ben’s face and body above me.

He moved his mouth from mine, kissing my jaw, my throat, and then the center of my chest. My breasts swelled in anticipation, and when he brushed his lips over a nipple, delight coursed through me. A moan rose in my throat, and I absorbed the helplessness of having my hands restrained above me while Ben rubbed his face over my breasts, dragged his tongue along an inner curve, then closed his lips over a tender tip.