Page 95 of Triple Threat

“Hold her tight,” he growled at Roan whose arms tightened around me and then Kyle slipped his hand from between my legs and fisting the material, jerked my panties, once, twice, until I cried out and stitches popping, he was able to tear them away. He shouldered my thighs apart, and laving me with his tongue, slipped his middle finger back up inside me, teasing my taint with his index and ring finger, seeking to play with my back door while he teased the rest of me to life.

Roan groaned, his arms shifting, one of his big hands slipping between the material of my nightgown and my skin, to knead my left breast, his erection stabbing me in the back, a hot, hard line as I surrendered to them both and reclined my head all the way back, offering up my lips to my other lover.

He claimed them without a second thought, plunging his tongue past my teeth, feasting at my mouth while Kyle feasted on my pussy.

Electric current swept through my body as my breathing sawed in and out of me. My heart hammered against the cage of my ribs, and I felt hot, so very hot as adrenaline or something like it coursed through me at an alarming rate. I writhed and Kyle grunted, taking his mouth off of me just long enough to demand of Roan, “Hold her.”

“Mm… mm… mm!” I moaned rhythmically into Roan’s mouth, and he chuckled into mine, tasting my surrender, reveling in it, and I was thoroughly trapped between them. The intensity something that I was unprepared for.

Still, I trusted them; both of them, implicitly and I relaxed between them as Kyle finger fucked my hole and sucked on my clit like it was candy until the heavy feeling grew in my body, between my legs, and I tightened down around him and clung to that ledge for as long as I could until Kyle’s appreciative hum sent me over the edge a second time.

I screamed into Roan’s mouth, my body bowing, his arms coiling around me holding me tight as I came, Kyle merciless in his attentions to every swollen, oversensitive part of me as my pussy bellowed and throbbed around his invading fingers and I fell into a pattern of perfect, sated, languid bliss.

I was only vaguely aware of his mouth coming off of me, of Roan’s mouth leaving mine as I panted for breath.

Lach laughed and said, “Fuck, man… she’s so wet. You should feel this pussy.”

Roan chuckled and said, “Another time perhaps… I’d quite like not to break her.”

“You okay, Shady?” Lach asked me and I looked at him heavy lidded and completely limp.

“Mm-hm…” I managed and he and Roan, I assume exchanged a look and Lach’s grin only grew.

I felt Roan press his lips against my temple and ask, “You’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” My voice sounded far away and very small.

“Good,” he whispered above my ear. “That’s good.”

Lach cleared his throat and got up, presumably to wash his hands. “Your room?” he asked, and I felt Roan look up, hesitate, and then say, “Aye… it’s closest.”

“What?” I asked vaguely.

“Bed, babe. I think we’re all ready for sleep; that’s all,” Kyle declared.

“Oh, okay…” again with sounding so small and faint, but I couldn’t for the life of me manage more.

Roan chuckled and kissed me intermittently, holding onto me, holding me close and that’s sort of how that happened. Lach came back, I was helped to my feet, and we shuffled off to Roan’s room. The straps to my nightgown were taken down off my shoulders, the whole thing left to whisper down my skin. I shuddered, and Roan got into bed first, leaving his prosthetic and his shirt to fall along with my nightgown. Lach passed me to Roan and removed his tank and got into bed behind me and that was how we lay… me tucked tight into Roan’s side, and Lach snugged to my back, spooning me.

Lips pressed to my forehead, and another set reverently to the back of my shoulder and I sighed out and closed my eyes.

“Did you guys plan this?” I asked accusingly, not one bit sorry or upset if they had.

They both chuckled.

“Not at all, Poppet. You’re as surprised as I am,” Roan murmured against my hair.

I was vaguely aware of Lach laughing lightly and saying, “I still got it!” in a proud sort of voice before lulled by their warmth and the glow from my orgasms, I drowsed.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lach…

Lying next to Sadie, my cock pressed against her thigh, I was left to wonder which was the greater sacrifice. I still had some of Belle’s whiny songs stuck in my ear, and after tasting Sadie, laying next to her while she slept,hard. The consolation was knowing that Roan was nursing a hard-on too. Her ass pressed against me, her face against his chest.

“I know,” Roan said in a soft whisper, smiling over her.

“Yeah,” I said.

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