Reunion Makes Three [Snowedin Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

Damn, it was impossible to think when they were touching her like this.

“No more men. Two to one is too skewed a ratio as it is.”

Marcos laughed behind her. “We like this ratio, too,
bella
. We don’t plan on changing it any time soon.”

She took a deep breath. “And I don’t want to get between the two of you. If I find that having me around is affecting your relationship, I’ll leave. I don’t want to be the cause of anyone else’s pain.”

Dell nodded, his eyes a touch misty. Marcos tightened his arms around her. They both knew this final rule showed just how serious she was about both of them. If she didn’t care for them, she wouldn’t care what effect her arrival would have on their relationship. But she loved them both, already, and she didn’t want to be the source of any of their unhappiness.

“If we agree to all these rules, will you come to Boston with us?” Dell smiled down at her hopefully.

“If you’re sure it won’t hurt your relationship—”

“We promise it won’t,
bella
,” Marcos interrupted before she could even finish the sentence, his impatience evident in every word.

“Then I guess I could stay with you.” She smiled, first meeting Dell’s eyes then glancing over to lock with Marcos’s.

“Thank god,” Dell screamed, holding her a little tighter.

“
Che bravo!
”

Dell pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that rocked her to the very tips of her toes. Her head swam. She gripped his shoulders tighter, desperate to stay upright. Dell pulled her closer, a recognizable bulge pressing into her stomach.

Behind her, Marcos’s lips coasted across her neck and down her nape, decorating the curve of each shoulder. His hands roamed her body, grazing her rib cage, caressing her hips. She leaned back into him, enjoying his heat and hardness.

Her entire body vibrated, tingling beneath their touch. She’d never felt so cherished before, so wanted, so loved. How she’d gotten so lucky, she’d probably never know, but she owed the Fantasies Fulfilled team a fruit basket, or twenty, and a good bottle of wine.

Marcos settled in against her back, his hard cock pressing into the base of her spine at the spot where her cheeks split. He wrapped his arms around her waist, sliding his palms up her stomach until his hands cupped her breasts. His fingers fumbled with her nipples through the fabric of her dress. “What do you think of coming between us right now?” He thrust his groin against her ass, right where he wanted to plunge his cock.

Dell nibbled at her ear. She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter, needing the support to stay upright. Her body burned. Her brain muddled at the idea. Her pussy convulsed, even as her ass burned at the thought. She fought for breath as she considered his words. Did she want to do this? Did she want to let these men have her there?

She turned, looking back and forth between them. Their eyes focused on her, their hands soothing, as they waited for her answer. Neither tried to convince her, but waited patiently to see what she decided. She trusted them both and knew there was no way either would hurt her. She wanted to show them how much she cared. This way she could show her men how much she wanted to be with them.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

“
Caro dio
,” Marcos moaned.

“Go get the lube.” Dell held her tight, motioning towards the bed, where the container of lube and box of Magnum condoms rested. Marcos paused, shocked, before snapping into action, racing toward the nightstand to gather the supplies.

Dell turned back to her, his bright eyes staring into hers. His hand cradled her cheek. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

Beth looked up at him, sandy-blond locks falling into his eyes. His hands across her skin sent molten heat to her stomach, and her insides flip-flopped. She cast an eye back at Marcos, enthusiastically gathering their supplies from the nightstand, and nodded.

“Yes. I want this. I want both of you.”

“I don’t just mean the sex. I mean it all. After what I did to you before, I can understand if you’d be hesitant or scared. You have no idea how much it’s tortured me all these years, knowing I’d hurt you. But I’ll never do it again. I’ll never leave you again. I’ll never hurt you again.”

“I know, Dell. I trust you.” And she did, completely. She understood his reason for leaving now, and though that didn’t remove the pain of the past, she could accept that all they’d gone through had brought them here.

With a quick flash of his finger, Dell unzipped her dress, pushing the fabric down her body and exposing her breasts. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks, desperate for attention. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, before tugging her close. His mouth captured hers, pulling her up his body, bracing her ass against him as he shoved the towel down off his hips. Sliding down his body, she gasped as her warm, wet pussy caressed the tip of his cock. He moaned, leaning against the door.

The thump of Marcos’s footsteps toward them mimicked the sound of her heartbeat. When she turned back to look at him, she saw he, too, had removed his towel, leaving him gorgeously naked. His cock protruded hard and desperate before him. Her cunt clenched at the sight, desperate to be filled. “If you’d said no, I don’t know what I would have done,” Dell continued, kissing her neck. Her nipples grazed his bronzed chest. Marcos’s fingers brushed her ass, rubbing the cool lube into the tight backside.

She moaned, pressing into his fingers. The men groaned with her.

Dell looked up, his expression pensive. “If I’d known in high school this is where we could end up…” His words trailed off, his tone remorseful.

She placed a finger to his lips, stopping his words as she slid down on his cock. “Shh. Don’t talk about that.” She combed her fingers through his blond hair, leaning into him. “All that matters is we ended up here. Everything else isn’t important.”

“You’re right,
bella
.” Marcos rubbed his dick along the tight rosette, sending delicate shivers across her entire body. Carefully, he eased inside her, one inch at a time, filling her and stretching her to painful pleasure. Sweat trickled down her neck, dripping between her breasts. She leaned into Dell until Marcos was completely sheathed within her. He groaned, his hot breath spilling against her nape.

“I’ve never been with a woman like you
bella,
” Marcos huskily whispered. “I don’t know that there is another woman as amazing as you.”

Her heart fluttered as his lips decorated her throat. Dell’s mouth slid across her temple. Both of their arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. She breathed deep, her two men vibrating inside her, proving her words true, overpowering all her other senses.

They held still, allowing her time to adjust. But it was the last thing she wanted. She had no interest in staying still. After all the pain, all the tears, all the uncertainty, they were finally on the same page. The truth had set them free, and she planned to enjoy every second of being with them.

Twisting her hips, she clenched her inner muscles around them, squeezing the hot, throbbing cocks inside her. The men moaned, their hands gripping her tighter, the slight bit of pain only pushing her further.

Placing her hands on Dell’s shoulders for leverage, she eased herself up, slamming back down on both of them. The sensation sizzled through her, the delicious burn of Marcos’s dick up her ass and the shivering bliss of Dell’s stuffed up her pussy creating a tremor that raced through her entire body. Her nipples tightened into painful nubs. Every fiber of her body shook, her nerves overwhelmed, yet she only wanted more.

She threw her head back as she lifted up and slid back down on them, fucking herself upon them until they growled like the wild beasts she knew they could be, at least in the bedroom. Her pussy clamped down at the surprisingly enticing sound, causing another groan to rip from their throats.

“Be still,
bella
,” Marcos whispered in her ear, brushing lips along her hair and down her neck. “Let us do all the work.”

“No.” She didn’t care if she sounded like a petulant child. She wanted more, and she wanted it now.

“Slow down, honey. If you don’t stop moving, this will all be over quick.”

“I don’t care,” she screamed, thrusting upon them harder. “I don’t want slow or sweet. I want hot and demanding. Show me how much you want me.” She slammed her hips down, forcing their cocks deep inside her, twisting her hips so that every inch of her cunt and ass received the same glorious friction.

As if her little temper tantrum was exactly what they were waiting for, they began moving inside her. They started out slow, pushing deep, and then retreated, alternating movements to keep her on the edge. She gripped Dell tighter, clawing her fingernails down his shoulder blade. His tiny hiss of pain only sent her higher. Her nipples scraped against his chest with each movement, shooting out electric currents to the rest of her body.

They pushed her higher, moving faster. They developed a rhythm that had her gasping, alternating their thrusts, never leaving her completely alone and empty. As one pressed into her hard and deep, the other would retreat, just when it seemed his cock would slip completely from her body, he’d return again, while the other slipped slowly down. The movement of their bodies against hers, rolling her between them, kept her constantly on edge, pushing her past the boundaries she’d once known to a pleasure she’d never imagined before. But wasn’t that what they were always doing, pushing her past what she’d known to a place so much better.

She moaned and cried, not sure what else to do. Her orgasm loomed just beyond her reach. Close enough that she could see it and feel it, yet she had no idea how to reach for it. She whimpered, sure if she didn’t come soon, she’d surely explode. All this restrained sexual need couldn’t be good for a person. It just wasn’t possible. She tightened her legs around Dell’s hips, searching for just the right friction to send her jumping off that cliff, diving to the glorious release beneath.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dell coached, gritting his teeth as he slammed into her harder. “Come for us. Give us all you’ve got. Show us how much you want us.”

Synchronized better than swimmers, as Dell spoke, Marcos slipped his hand around her and found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. The small friction was the last sensation she needed to push her over the edge. She screamed, coming harder and faster than she ever had before. Her body clenched, clamping down on the two hard cocks stuffed deep inside her, stretching out each glorious section of pleasure. Around her, the two men groaned, thrusting a bit harder, drawing out her orgasm until she gasped for breath and her legs shook so hard she feared she’d never be able to stand on them again.

Just when she was about to beg them to stop, the sensation growing so intense it almost overpowered every other feeling in her body, they cried out around her. Each slammed in deep, filling her to the brim, before they came inside her. Their bodies shook beneath her, the cocks jerking deep inside her.

She smiled, unable to form any other reaction. At the moment, she was surprised she could move any muscle in her body. The best orgasm of her life leeched the energy from every fiber of her being.

“If this is how you celebrate me agreeing to come home with you, I can’t wait to find out what you’ve got in store for me once I’m there. I could definitely get used to this.”

Both men laughed, kissing her softly. They wrapped their arms around her tight.

“I think it might kill us to welcome you home this way every night,
bella,
but I’m willing to give it a try.” Marcos winked at her, and she smiled. Dell’s soft kiss on her shoulder settled some of her remaining nerves.

Together they collapsed against the door in a sweaty pile. She leaned into Dell, her head resting against his chest. Marcos’s warm body slumped into hers, keeping her pleasantly sandwiched between them. The three of them together were so much more than she’d ever imagined and all she could ever dream of.

She sighed softly, snuggling deeper into the men she’d be sharing her life with. She’d never felt so content in her entire life. This was where they were all meant to be.

THE END

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