The McGilley Trilogy (18 page)

“Olivia, love, why don’t you get a beer for us and poor yourself a glass of wine,” Doug said, smiling at her from across the room where both men stood looking at her.

Relieved at being given a task, she replied, “Yes, Master,” before turning to go into the kitchen, the feel of both men’s eyes on her ass making her pussy fill with thick cream. Grabbing the two beers and her wine, she returned to the den where Colin had taken a seat on the wide leather arm chair and Doug was seated opposite him on the matching couch. Handing Colin his beer, she felt warmed by his soft smile and the glint in his green eyes as he openly caressed her from her peaked nipples down to her bare pussy with just those eyes. Flustered, she turned and padded over to Doug, handing him his beer before sinking to her knees in front of him.

When her husband ran a hand absently down her head, his fingers idly sifting through her blond strands, she closed her eyes in contentment, relishing the pleasure just one of the aspects of submitting gave her. Even though the men were engrossed in conversation, talk about work and sports that didn’t interest her, Doug let her know by small touches and caresses that she wasn’t forgotten or taken for granted. Being able to shed her worries and the stress of her job as easily as she shed her clothes when she walked in the door of their home each day was another benefit of submitting totally to this man she loved. Here, with him, she had no decisions to make, nothing to worry about except pleasing him. Living the dom/sub lifestyle twenty-four/seven provided her with the perfect balance to deal with her high stress career that she loved as well as giving her that something extra she seemed to need to be satisfied sexually.

Tonight, that something extra seemed to be sitting across from her and when Doug’s hand slipped from caressing her hair to slide over her shoulder down to her breast, she felt her breath catch and her heart accelerate, especially when he toyed with her nipple before taking the taut bud between his thumb and forefinger and very slowly tightening over it until she whimpered at the pleasure the slight sting sent whipping down to her crotch.

“She likes that little bite of pain, don’t you love?” Doug asked as he bent over and kissed her cheek.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her face turning pink as he moved to her other breast and tormented that nipple next. “Oh, God,” she moaned when he finally released her nipple and the blood came rushing back into her abused peak with stinging pleasure.

“Be a good girl, Olivia, and crawl over to Colin and make him feel good.” Looking towards his friend, Doug said, “She’s a master at sucking cock. You won’t be disappointed.”

“I’m sure I won’t.”

Olivia watched Colin as she crept over to him, his eyes warm and approving which went a long way towards bolstering her courage. Dropping her eyes from his, she knelt between his splayed knees and reached up to unbuckle his belt. His hard hand covering hers stopped her and had her glancing back up at him questioningly. “Master?”

“Do you want this, Olivia?”

For the first time since he had arrived, she saw uncertainty tempering the lust on his face. That one look settled the last of her reservations about going through with this. He wasn’t taking this anymore lightly than she was, and knowing that was enough to make her want to please him as much as she wanted to please Doug.

“Yes, I want this. I want you and Master Doug tonight.” Why she felt the need to emphasize that this was a one-time only deal, she didn’t know, but she felt the need to let both men know she didn’t plan for this to be a regular occurrence. When he simply nodded and released her hands, she wasted no time freeing his impressive cock into her hands and taking her first taste of him.

Feeling both men’s eyes on her, she slowly lowered her head to swipe over the crest, tasting his seeping fluid before slowly exploring the purple crown, under the ridge and then the wide, hard as steel length of him. Thankfully, Doug was as big as Colin and she had experience taking that much hard male flesh into her mouth. She took him deep, her tongue swirling around and around until he clutched her hair tightly and she heard him moan before he cursed.

“Jesus, Doug, you weren’t kidding. If you don’t want this to end too soon, you better put a stop to her.”

Olivia relished the pleasure she heard in his voice, loved knowing she was driving him crazy, and liked how he deferred to her master to call the shots. When she felt Doug move behind her and caress her buttocks, she moaned around Colin’s shaft, sucking him even harder when the first pleasurable smack landed.

“Relax, enjoy,” Doug said. “We have all night.”

Olivia nearly choked at that statement, then, as Doug landed another solid blow with the round leather paddle, she promptly shoved it aside and basked in the pleasure/pain he was building on her ass, a pleasure that she felt in her pussy and had her bobbing her head even faster, swirling her tongue and hallowing her cheeks with even more precision. By the time her buttocks had that wonderful swollen, achy feeling, the heat spreading to encompass her whole lower half and Colin was stiffening in her mouth, his balls drawn taut in her palm, Doug thrust into her from behind and sent her spiraling into a bottomless vortex of pleasure.

Colin erupted with a quiet groan, shooting his seed down her throat as she tried concentrating on swallowing while continuing to draw every ounce of his come from him with her lips, tongue and mouth while her own orgasm kept threatening to explode. By the time Colin’s semi-erect cock slipped from her swollen lips, her master finally gave her what she had been waiting for.

“Come now, Olivia. Come all over my cock.”

His harsh voice, hard hands on her hips and jerking cock inside her was all she needed to send her over. When Colin reach down and cupped both breasts, his thumbs rasping over her sore nipples, she cried out, buried her face in his damp crotch, her mouth seeking his cock as the pleasure went on and on.

Olivia was barely aware of being picked up by Doug, but roused completely when she landed in the middle of their bed. She was still reeling from her powerful climax as she watched them strip and join her on the bed and then she was thrust right back into the maelstrom as two mouths and four hands made a feast of her body. When Doug took her wrists and restrained them above her head, she sighed in gratitude, smiling at him. He knew when she needed the choices taken from her, when she needed him to simply take over and she had never felt that need more keenly than she did now.

With all the decisions taken from her, she relaxed and basked in their attentions, enjoyed the awesome experience of having both her nipples sucked on at the same time, relished the feel of two men’s hands draping her thighs over theirs, spreading her for their pleasure, fingers invading her pussy and rectum while their mouths never let up on her nipples.

“Masters, please,” she begged incoherently as they brought her to peak and then pulled back, not once but several times.

“Quiet, sub,” Doug ordered in that tone that had her juices increasing. “Do you want me to gag you?”

Olivia looked into his dark eyes and shook her head. She looked at Colin, who had remained quiet, but he just gave her a little half smile then dipped his head back to her breast. And then Doug moved behind her, settling her on his lap, his cock prodding her ass, her arms secured over his shoulder as she leaned back against him. Her need was so high, her desperation so acute, she didn’t even flinch when he put his arms under her knees, lifted and spread her legs until she was completely open and exposed and said, “Go for it,” to Colin who was looking at her displayed pussy with a lust unlike anything she had ever seen.

Colin wasted no time dipping his dark head between her legs, no time in delving in with fingers and tongue, no time in suckling her clit while exploring every inch of her vagina, quickly sending her to the precipice again. Thank God he took a moment to raise his head, look at her with his mouth and chin damp from her juices and eyes filled with a savage need she couldn’t fathom and say, “Now, Olivia, come now.”

Doug cupped her breasts, tweaked her nipples and reiterated his command. “Come for us, love. Scream and show us your pleasure.”

Olivia didn’t need any further urging. She let go and came again, this orgasm even more powerful and body consuming than the previous one. And just like earlier, the men didn’t give her time to bask in its pleasure or aftermath. She was still spasming, tiny pulses of pleasure still erupting in her pussy when Colin moved up beside her and Doug draped her over his long, lean body before taking his place behind her.

“Now you’ll learn the ultimate pleasure of having two men,” Doug whispered in her ear before turning her face up to his and kissing her long and deep.

Colin reached up and released her wrists before leveling his eyes on hers. In those green depths was an emotion she hadn’t seen before, something that scared her and thrilled her at the same time. She opened her mouth, started to question him, but he quickly laid a finger across her lips then drew her head down for a deep, ravenous kiss that had her forgetting everything except the hard body under her and the equally hard body behind her.

Doug’s cold, lube covered fingers penetrating her ass made her shiver, Colin’s cock slipping into her pussy made her groan and the feel of Doug replacing his fingers with his cock had her pushing back with longing for this new experience. With the slowness of molasses, they eased their cocks into her, Doug constantly asking if she was okay and Colin watching her carefully out of shielded eyes.

“Yes, just do it, master. Please.”

Without further delay, they sank into her and immediately set up a rhythm that told her they had done this together before. Working in tandem, one in, one out, they fucked her slow and deep, making sure she felt every glide of their cocks touching sensitive nerve endings over and over until she was writhing between them, lifting and arching for more, begging for faster.

The third orgasm, when it burst upon her with the force of a tsunami, sent her careening into pleasure so fast, pleasure so acute, she lost track of where she was as the world spun out of control around her. Holding her tightly between them, their hips plunging their cocks in and out of her clutching orifices with speed and deeper penetration, she could do nothing but ride out the storm and hope she survived unscathed.

She hadn’t survived unscathed
, Olivia now thought. Doug’s death the following day had left her numb for a long time, her body numb enough to deny her sexual needs, her heart numb enough to avoid risking it again and it was only recently that she had noticed that numbness starting to thaw, the slow melting of the cold wall of grief shielding her from living. She knew Doug wouldn’t have wanted her to keep denying her needs and she also knew he would now approve of Colin helping her with more than problems around her house. Now, if she could just convince Colin of that. She knew she could ask just about anything of her husband’s best friend and she would always be grateful for his unwavering support these past few years, but since the night of their ménage, he had been inordinately careful not to get too close to her physically, to not cross any lines that would take their relationship from friends clinging together in grief to something more. Unconsciously, she had been grateful for that line in the sand he had drawn, not ready for anything more either physically or emotionally, but now that she needed more from him, at least physically, she simply didn’t know if he would be willing to cross that line.

Colin took a moment to get his emotions under control before approaching her. Unfortunately, where this woman was concerned, keeping his emotions in check when around her was next to impossible. Standing just inside the private doorway that led to upstairs, he willed his cock to subside as he quietly looked his fill. White blond hair cascaded down her back, hair that caught a man’s attention because of its natural pale color and the way the length of it swayed just above a very enticing ass. At five six, Olivia was six inches shorter than he was and her slender body fit against his perfectly, something he had found out firsthand the night he had spent with her sandwiched between him and Doug. Despite her slenderness, her ass was nicely rounded and softly plump, something else he had discovered and never forgotten that night.

Unlike most of the other women and some of the men here tonight, Olivia wasn’t dressed in costume. Her simple, short black skirt and red and black thin sweater that clung enticingly to her small breasts did more in his eyes to show off her figure than some of the scantily clad women upstairs. Then again, it took very little for him to imagine her naked and kneeling at his feet. Shoving that thought aside, he took a deep breath and headed towards the one woman he had never been able to say no to but swore he would do so tonight.

“Olivia, what are you doing here?” He hadn’t meant to ask her that so harshly, but when she looked at him with those whiskey eyes filled with both uncertainty and need, he felt his resolve crumbling before he had even managed to erect it completely.

The implacable look in his eyes didn’t bode well, but Olivia shoved aside her uncertainty and forged ahead. After the stress of the past week, she needed Colin more now than ever before, or rather, needed what he could give her. It had taken her all day to get up the nerve to come here tonight, and she wasn’t about to leave without at least trying to relieve some of the tension that had been building inside her for weeks. Dressed in his leathers, his arms and chest bare under the vest, her mouth went dry as she recalled the feel of that hard chest against hers, the way his crisp hair teased her nipples and those hard arms had wrapped around her.

“I need to talk to you. Please, Colin.” As always, whenever she was close to him her body reacted. Stiff nipples were pressing against her sweater and her pussy swelled with an aching need that hadn’t been assuaged in three long years. Guilt for her response to this man the night she allowed him to fuck her with her husband and consuming grief over Doug’s death were the reasons she hadn’t sought relief from him before now, but desperation had finally driven her here, something she was hoping, praying, he would understand.