Sophie's Menage (8 page)

“You’ve got some really good friends in Claire and Marley. They confided that you were devastated when we’d left. Why didn’t you tell us not to go?” Eric growled.

His nostrils were flaring like a raging bull’s. Yep, he was pissed.

But the full impact of his anger didn’t penetrate the arousal Steve was creating as his hot breath tickled her left earlobe and he nudged his warm lips against the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder. The intimate touch sent tingles of delight shimmering through her and she could barely deposit her now empty glass onto the nearby chair Eric had pulled up beside the tub.

“Yeah, baby, why didn’t you say something?” Eric added.

Wow, how easily they spoke about feelings she found difficult to express.

Oh damn. She’d always preferred not to say anything about her issues from the past for fear people would think she was whining. She should be spilling her guts and telling them and suddenly she just blurt it out.

“I…I don’t like confrontations. I’ve had too many in my past and I try to avoid anything emotional,” she confessed.

And her emotions ran very deep with these two guys even though they’d only known each other a few short weeks back then.

“Claire said you have problems verbally expressing your feelings. I didn’t get that when we were together,” Steve murmured.

Thanks a bunch
,
Claire
. Embarrassment made her cheeks heat, but Eric held her gaze.

“I…was under the mistaken impression that you guys could read my mind. I apologize for thinking that and for being mad at you because of my insecurities.”

“You should have told us you didn’t want us to go, because we wanted to take you with us.”

Sophie blinked in surprise.

“You did?”

“Yeah, we did,” Steve murmured.

“But you kind of gave us the brush off,” Eric said.

Guilt pummelled Sophie.

“I’m so sorry. I…I just wanted you guys gone when you said you were going. I didn’t want to deal with it. But I’ve been dealing with it since then, blaming you two because I thought you should have known that I wanted you to stay. I can see now how wrong I was and I really feel badly in the way I treated you two that day.”

They’d been so happy when they’d told her the news about their lucrative job and that they were leaving the next day. She certainly hadn’t wanted to burst their bubble when they’d met for dinner at the local restaurant. She’d simply nodded and concealed her shock and given them the cold shoulder attitude.

“Thankfully Claire and Marley did the talking for you the other night,” Steve whispered against her ear.

“They are genuine caring friends. I hope you don’t hold it against them for telling us personal stuff,” Eric said.

She could barely shake her head as emotions thick and raw swelled unexpectedly into her chest.

Her best friends had done the talking for her. Marley and Claire had said what she should have told the guys.

“Which leads me to my next question,” Eric said. His voice was softer, gentler.

“Do you want us to stay?”

“Of course I do,” she said without hesitation.

“See baby, how easy that was?” Steve murmured. His hot lips swept butterfly kisses over her left shoulder.

Oh wow, his kisses unleashed sweet tingles across her flesh.

“Rachel insisted on picking the pink room for you and she prepared it too, when she found out we wanted you tonight,” Eric said with a grin.

“And Jaxie wouldn’t let us bid on you because we weren’t on her damn list of bidders. She insisted you were going to two other guys who’d put in the highest offer. That was so not going to happen, so we tripled the offer and Jaxie accepted. I’m pretty sure Marley and Claire were in on this auction too. They must have been as there was no mention of you being in the auction when we talked or we would have put our name on the list,” Steve muttered as he kissed a hot line across her shoulder blades.

Oh damn, that feels good.

“Your lady friends are keepers.” Genuine warmth and appreciation laced Eric’s lust-drenched voice.

That her best friends and the two guys she really liked had gotten together to discuss her was unbelievable. She couldn’t believe her luck at having such wonderful people in her life. She would have to thank everyone for setting this up. Wow, and to think it may never have happened in the first place if she’d just spoken up that night and told the guys what she wanted.

She should have listened to Stacey and fought for what she wanted in life. She wanted them. Sophie sent up a silent thanks to the best foster mom she’d ever had. Stacey had been a single woman who’d opened her door to Sophie when she’d been thirteen and wrapped inside a shell of shyness with no hope.

Because Sophie hadn’t fought for what she wanted, she’d almost lost Steve and Eric forever. The possibility was great that they could simply have gone on with their lives and believed she’d been a bitch.

“And since you’re frowning and feeling so bad about things, we’re going to make you feel really good,” Eric said. She trembled as promise flared in his eyes.

“But first, I need to spank her ass for being such a bad girl in the first place,” Steve whispered against her ear.

Familiar excitement roared through her.

The men had her on her feet in an instant. Water and bubbles slid off their powerful bodies as they helped her out of the tub. Warm tiles greeted her bare feet, but she didn’t pay much attention to it as Steve sat down on a nearby chair and patted his thigh. His eyes twinkled with invitation.

“Go on, spank-baby, you know the position,” Eric growled from behind her.

She swallowed at her suddenly dry mouth and her legs trembled as Eric helped her lay belly down across Steve’s lap. Her toes touched the tiles and her breasts hung over Steve’s right thigh. She allowed her head to drop, and she splayed her hands onto the floor for some support. Beneath her stomach was the massive imprint of Steve’s shaft.

She didn’t have time to appreciate his size because magnificent pain blistered across her ass cheeks as both men slapped her butt at the same time. With every well-placed powerful slap the wicked pain seared deep into her sensitive flesh. Each firm contact from their palms made her gasp and twist on Steve’s lap.

She knew that’s why he liked to spank her. Her movements rubbed against his cock and balls. For Eric it was a chance to punish and dominate her.

Another searing smack chased thoughts from her mind. She could feel Steve’s cock hardening, throbbing and burning against her stomach. Her heart thundered and perspiration blossomed over her flesh.

Every smack of their palms brought a new round of sharp tingles. Of heat and the need for more pain. The uncontrolled hunger for more pleasure and the desperate need for double penetration.

Another searing slap had her self-control disintegrate. She melted onto Steve’s lap and whimpered in surrender.

Eric growled in response.

“Fuck, she’s blushing beautifully. I can’t take much more. I need to take her ass,” Steve muttered.

Music to her ears
.

“Hurry,” she urged and gasped for breath. More pain blistered across her rear as Steve slapped her again. Anticipation and need twisted into desperation. She began to keen.

Eric swore.

“Get the condoms,” Steve demanded.

“On it,” Eric answered.

Steve continued with his blistering smacks and soon she was in that sweet spank zone of excitement that she loved. Her mind buzzed with desperation and her body hummed with arousal.

The zip of foil being ripped screamed through the air. The condoms!

Hurry
!
Hurry
!

She was breathing so fast now, it hurt.

“I need you, sweetheart,” Eric said.

He slipped an arm beneath her thighs and another beneath her breasts and lifted her off Steve and then tenderly set her on her feet. She kept her eyes closed as her hands curled over his broad, damp shoulders.

His hands encircled her waist.

“Take me inside of you,” he said softly.

He pressed his big, hard body against hers and pushed his swollen member into her wet vagina. She moaned as her inner muscles gripped his incredible length.

The slurp of lube ravished her senses and a moment later Steve’s hands curled over her shoulders. She trembled as he sucked her right earlobe into his mouth and began an erotic nibble.

“We’ll be moving into your place, baby,” Eric muttered. His mouth caressed her lips in a feather light kiss.

She wouldn’t think of denying them access to her home or to her. She wanted them with her always. She would learn to communicate with them. She would get what she wanted and she wanted them so much.

She opened her mouth and boldly kissed Eric. Then she thrust her tongue into his warm mouth and dueled with his tongue. His body tightened against hers. At his primal groan, tingles of delight rippled through her and a wonderful headiness made her hold tight to his shoulders.

Eric withdrew his shaft and her breath escaped as Steve pressed his lubed cock against her tight sphincter. Pressure filled her ass as his immense, slick length slid inside. Heat and tension built inside her.

Steve withdrew. Eric thrust his hips against her, his thick cock impaling her.

Her legs trembled. Heat and pleasure uncurled.

Within seconds, Steve and Eric were rocking against her, their cocks plunging in and out at a steady, fast rhythm. Wild sensations surged into her system. Hunger, need, pleasure intertwined.

They bucked against her. They filled her and fucked her. When they both drove their cocks into her at the same time, three became one and Sophie flew over the edge into pure bliss.

Convulsive shudders wrapped around her and carried her into a world of sparkling stars and white-hot arcs of orgasmic pleasure.

She truly was home now. Truly she belonged to someone and that’s all she’d ever wanted.

*

“Alright, ladies, now that you are all here, I may as well come right out and tell you why you’ve been summoned on this sunny spring Sunday afternoon,” Sophie said as she placed a couple of huge trays piled with cheese and Italian cold cut arrangements onto the dining room table beside the bowl of freshly baked buns and the large coffee.

The women, who’d all been engaged in conversation with each other, took their seats at the table and fell silent as they peered up at her.

Sophie took her time to cast what she hoped was a severe gaze to each and every one of them.

When Sophie glared at Claire, she bit her bottom lip with worry. Marley frowned and couldn’t keep eye contact and Rachel’s cheeks blushed a bright red. Jaxie, owner of the Key Club, was the only one who appeared to not know why she’d been called as she gave Sophie a blank look.

But she figured Jaxie had to have a pretty good poker face for what she must be pulling off at the Key Club in order to reacquaint old lovers, or introduce new lovers to each other, as the case might be.

“Okay, it’s about last night and what happened at the Key Club,” Sophie finally announced.

“Wait!” Claire suddenly said in a high-pitched voice that Sophie identified as her I’m desperate tone.

Sophie almost smiled at the worry line appearing between Claire’s perfectly arched eyebrows. But she held herself back. She needed to remain as stern as she could for as long as possible so they would think twice before they went behind her back as they had done regarding Eric and Steve.

Claire pounded her fists on the table in a show of defiance.

“I confess. I’m the guilty one. I dragged the other girls into this. If you want to disown me as a friend, then do so. I understand I crossed the friendship boundaries revealing intimate things to the guys but please don’t ostracize the other girls from your life.”

The other three women shook their heads and came to Claire’s rescue telling her they’d all gone into this willingly and they’d known what they’d been doing. They were consoling a distressed Claire so much, it appeared as if they’d forgotten Sophie was there.

Hmm, this was not going the way she had planned. They were all confessing and protecting each other, instead of feeling guilty. She had to admit that this defensive attitude of the women for Claire was a good thing. She already knew she had great best friends in Marley and Claire and now it seemed she could add Jaxie and Rachel to the list as well.

“Hello ladies.” Eric’s deep masculine voice purred over Sophie’s nerve endings igniting her lust for him.

The women stopped arguing and their eyes widened as they spied Eric and Steve standing in the doorway that led to the basement. The woman had been talking so loudly they hadn’t heard the guys come up the stairs to the main floor. Each man held a medium-sized sealed cardboard box in their muscular arms. Those boxes contained the attachments to her sex machine.

Oh darn. She’d hoped the guys wouldn’t come up until she’d finished reprimanding the girls.

But now that they were here, her idea of making the girls feel guilty disintegrated. Suddenly she couldn’t think straight as she allowed her gaze to rove over their track suit clad bodies. Even in such casual wear Steve and Eric looked bedroom ready. At least to her.

A round of surprised hellos from the women echoed through the room. Thankfully Eric and Steve didn’t hang around for more than a minute because just having them near her had her pulse pounding and fevered heat rushing through her body. All she wanted to do was jump back into bed with them and their heated gazes were sending similar signals her way.

They excused themselves quickly after informing Sophie they were going out to purchase some tools so they could disassemble that little item she had in the basement. She was grateful they’d been discreet about not saying that little item they would be getting rid of was her spanking machine.

“Um, Sophie, perhaps you should explain what is going on here?” Claire asked a split second after the guys had left.

Curiosity flashed in her eyes as she caught Sophie’s gaze and boldly held on. Gone was any trace of guilt or defiance in the girls as they stared at her eager for an explanation.