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It enraged Turner that Catch had been mistreated as a young boy. Turner’s life hadn’t been perfect, his family had disowned him once he’d become a vamp, but he hadn’t been sexually abused. Turner was surprised Catch had kept his name because it seemed likely Feynman had given it him. There was more to that story, but Turner could wait.

He let Catch loose and pushed himself up so they stood face-to-face then reached back to turn off the water.

“That was so hot,” Matty said.

Catch stared at Turner. “You said that without moving your lips.”

Turner laughed, looked toward the bathroom door and his heart swelled. “Hello, Matty.”

She smiled and then pouted. “I was lying there all seductively and you came without me. Both of you.”

Matty sucked a finger, trailed it over her nipple and down between her legs. Their jaws dropped and she grinned.

“You two have a lot of work to do,” she said. “I don’t want to think about what went on downstairs, nor the hospital. I’ll deal with that tomorrow, but for what’s left of tonight, I just want you to hold me and make love to me as if there
is
no tomorrow.”

She held out her hands and they came to her like magnets. Matty needed them to soothe away all her worries, to show her how perfect three could be. They weren’t the easiest of guys to figure out, but Matty had a feeling anything involving sex was a winner. She could turn them on like a light but there was something she’d already done that would shock them more rigid than they already were. She’d surprised herself with her daring.

Matty pulled them into Turner’s half-lit bedroom and down onto the bed. She lay on her back with Turner on one side and Catch the other. Catch propped his head up with his hand and let the other slide over her hip and ribs to her breast.

“You’re drooling,” she whispered.

Catch’s hand shot to his mouth. Turner laughed and her pussy flooded with cream.

“I might well have been.” Catch scowled. “You’re the most mouthwatering morsel I’ve seen since…a couple of minutes ago.”

As Catch lowered his head to her breast, Turner gently stroked from her thigh to her waist and back again. He took her ear in his mouth, trailing his tongue around it and then inside to trace the curves. Matty moaned. The decadent delight of having two mouths to pleasure her sent warm waves rippling through her body. Turner’s fingers teased her nipple as he licked down her throat to her shoulder and heat built inside her.

Impossible for either to know what the other intended, but their teeth nipped her at the same time and orgasm ripped through her from head to toe. Matty jerked and bucked her hips off the bed as lightning sizzled in her veins and all the time they kept licking and soothing the places they’d bitten. The mist cleared in her head as she came down and Matty gave a long sigh. She had no idea why she liked them biting her, but she did. Not enough to really hurt, though close to the edge of pain.

“Fuck, fuck,” Catch muttered into her breast. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Maybe that was it, Matty thought. She liked that she pushed them to the limit of their control. As exquisite bliss fluttered into sweet pleasure, Catch caught her nipple again, and with one draw of his teeth, dragged her back into an aftershock that rattled her to the bone.

Before they blew her mind completely, Matty shuffled down the bed on her back to lie between their hips. She tugged them closer together and licked from the head of one cock to the other. Catch groaned as she enveloped Turner in her mouth. Turner hissed when she sucked at Catch. While she gently pumped Turner’s cock, she stroked her cheek with the head of Catch’s. As she tickled the rim of Turner’s crest with the tip of her tongue, she squeezed her way up Catch’s cock, bit by bit milking him of pre-cum.

Matty could tell their cocks apart with her eyes closed. Little difference in length or girth, but the veins in Catch’s cock were thicker while Turner’s shaft seemed slightly cooler. She swirled her tongue around Turner’s glistening tip while she massaged Catch’s balls with her thumb then swapped over. She brought them close together and sucked at both slits.

When she tipped her head back, she saw them kissing and smiled. Matty loved watching them together, something about hard guys being tender that touched her heart. She loved doing this too, using her hands and mouth on their cocks, letting soft skin slip under her lips, lapping the silky tips, sucking as much as she could into her mouth.

She protested when they moved her, but Matty loved being played with. Twisted and turned, she was positioned with her mouth over Catch’s cock while Turner pressed up against her backside. She knew the moment Turner realized what she’d done. He leaned over her back and chuckled into her neck.

“Matty’s opened her present,” Turner said.

“What present?” Catch muttered.

She raised her eyebrows and understanding dawned. A broad grin split his face before he frowned. “I wanted to give it to you personally. Where’s the—”

“I’ve hidden the remote,” Matty said.

“There’s a remote?” Turner asked.

“Well hidden,” Matty repeated.

“Spoilsport,” Catch said.

Matty licked the tip of his cock and then teased the crinkled foreskin with her lips. “Am I?”

“No,” he groaned.

She whimpered as Turner swept his tongue around the butt plug to her pussy. He clamped his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs apart as he pressed his face between them and licked her.
GodGodGod.
While she could still function, Matty dropped her mouth to Catch’s cock and suckled the velvety head, her mouth watering around him.

Naughty but nice.
The words echoed in Matty’s head. More nice than naughty so far, but she knew what was to come. Nervous but excited.
More excited than nervous. Maybe. Turner caught her clit between his lips, nibbled at it and Matty cried out around Catch’s shaft as she swallowed against him.

“Oh God,” Catch gasped. “Turner, whatever you did, do it again so she makes that sound around my cock.”

Turner’s fingers joined his mouth between her legs and Matty wailed.

“Yeah, that works too.” Catch laughed.

The joy in his voice brought a gush of cream to her pussy. Turner dipped his fingers in and out of her and then lifted his hand to Catch’s mouth. Matty fluttered her tongue over the eye of his cock and moaned as Catch licked each finger clean.

“I want to fuck you,” Catch whispered.

Turner pulled back and twisted Matty round so she knelt straddling Catch but facing Turner.

“Oh God,” Turner muttered. His eyes darkened and he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock.

Matty arched back and dropped her head to Catch’s shoulder. His hands slid over her breasts and he panted in her ear as Turner positioned Catch’s cock against her folds. She slid onto him slowly, gasping at the tighter fit because of pressure from the butt plug.

“That feels so good.” Catch let out a long sigh.

Matty lifted her head to watch his cock slide in and out of her, and saw Turner doing the same thing, raw hunger in his black eyes. Catch stretched inside her, his body going rigid beneath hers. Matty slid a hand to her clit, rubbed once and Turner surged forward to push her hand aside, his tongue licking at the exposed nub as Catch’s cock slid in and out.

“Oh wow,” Matty muttered. “Wow, wow, wow.”

She dropped her head back to rest on Catch’s shoulder and he kept stealing kisses between gulping air. Matty shuddered as orgasm claimed her again, stars bursting behind her eyes, and Catch’s fingers dug into her ribs as her pussy muscles clamped around him.

“Oh God, if it feels this good with that plug in, what the hell is it going to feel like with Turner’s cock in your ass?” Catch released a long groan.

“Or yours?” Turner said.

“Let’s find out,” Matty said. “Who’s going first?”

Both guys froze.

Catch was a kiss, suck, sigh away from coming. He lifted Matty by the hips and when his cock slid all the way out, it twitched to get back in. She crouched at his side while Turner knelt at the foot of the bed. Catch couldn’t look at him because he didn’t want to see in Turner’s eyes that he wanted her there first. Catch’s perverted logic was that Turner was first to fuck her pussy so Catch wanted to be first in her ass.

“Well, neither of you are first really,” Matty said and Catch bristled.
Who else has touched her?
“Mr. Pink Thing had that honor.”

Turner snorted before Catch had calmed enough to understand what she meant.
The fucking butt plug.

“If Catch doesn’t mind…” Turner began.

I fucking do.

“I’d like your pussy while he takes your ass,” Turner said.

I fucking don’t.

“Okay, Catch?” Matty asked.

Oh Christ, she expects me to speak?
Catch opened his mouth and squeaked.
Damn it.
He coughed and tried again. “I…you…please.”
Great.

Turner laughed.
The rat.
“On your knees, Matty.”

Catch slid off the bed and joined Turner as Matty positioned herself facing away from them with her gorgeous butt in the air. The lump in Catch’s throat was probably there forever. Swallowing made no difference. He’d given up trying. They had a perfect view of her little asshole and the pink plug wedged inside, and below that swollen lips dark pink and shining with her cream. They each grabbed their balls and tugged down at the same time. Then shot each other a grin.

Turner reached for the lube from the bedside table, but when he tried to hand it over, Catch pushed it back.

“Together,” he mouthed.

Turner’s jaw twitched. He took hold of the plug and twisted. Matty whimpered.

“Anything that doesn’t feel good, tell us,” Catch said.

He slid his finger into Matty’s pussy as Turner pushed and pulled the plug in and out of her asshole. Catch could feel the movement through the thin membrane and shuddered, thinking he’d be feeling Turner’s cock with his own in a moment. Her muscles clamped around his finger and a gush of cream wet his hand as she came with a long cry.

Catch kissed her butt, fluttering his tongue over her silky skin, and smiled as Turner pulled out the plug and set it aside. Catch supported Matty at the hips until Turner had positioned himself beneath her. She braced her hands on Turner’s shoulders and slid down on his cock until all Catch could see were Turner’s heavy balls drawn up tight to Matty’s backside.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.
Catch begged his cock to listen.

“Sweet Jesus,” Turner muttered. “You feel so good.”

“Can I move?” she whispered.

“Only while I count up to ten,” Turner grunted.

Matty raised herself up.

“One,” Turner gasped.

And pressed hard down.

“Ten,” he snapped.

She and Catch laughed and Turner groaned. “No, no. You’re not allowed to laugh. It makes you clench around me.”

“Lean forward, princess,” Catch said, and pressed on her back until she lay on Turner’s chest.

Catch reached for the lube and Turner wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Catch kissed her too, starting at the back of her neck and working his way down her spine to the crease of her butt. He slid his thumb across her anus and she trembled. One lick around the puckered hole and she rocketed into Turner and moaned. When Catch pressed his tongue inside her, she moaned louder and tried to shift away. Turner kept her right where they wanted her, hands firm on her hips, legs locking hers down. As a reward, Catch licked Turner’s balls as well as Matty’s asshole.

Turner and Matty both moaned.

Catch licked harder, teasing the puckered ring, pushing his tongue inside. He forced Turner’s legs farther apart so he could reach his anus and pressed with his finger until the muscle barrier allowed him in. Catch used every weapon he had, fingers, tongue, nose, lips to drive them both crazy. Turner shook with the effort of not moving and fought to keep Matty still on top of him.

A squirt of lube down the crease of Matty’s butt and she squirmed. When the dribble reached Turner’s balls, he shuddered. Catch could barely contain his excitement let alone his cum. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against her anus and leaned in, urging the barrier to cede.

“Push back at me, Matty,” he whispered.

Catch released a tremulous sigh as her body opened to him. He slid in as Turner held her firm, and heard the vamp gasp against her neck. Catch grunted as he worked himself deeper. He could feel her muscles clasping him and the pressure of Turner’s cock a heartbeat away.
Fucking bliss.

“Oh Matty, Matty,” Catch whispered.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Turner asked.

Shit, I should have asked that.

“Not okay,” Matty panted. “Fantastic. It feels so great. Both of you filling me. I’m tingling all over.”

Catch’s head fogged with desire and his vision blurred. He shifted his hips back and gently pushed forward into the slick velvet heart of her, his hands sliding beneath her ribs to tug at her nipples.

“More. Harder. Fuck me,” Matty pleaded, and Catch’s cock reacted before his brain.

He drove into her as Turner withdrew, perfectly matched in speed and power. Their rhythm only faltered when Matty bucked between them.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Matty gasped as they pounded into her.

Catch couldn’t breathe. His lungs had locked. His cock was the only thing working, furiously thrusting into her tight heat as he jerked his hips against her butt. Matty screamed as she came, writhing and clenching and bucking between them. In an unspoken message, neither he nor Turner stopped moving. Catch buried his cock deep in her ass and felt Turner’s cock rub against his. No longer one in, one out, they thrust together and came together, flooding her with their love.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Turner’s internal clock registered the sun’s fall below the horizon and he stirred. Sunrise had halted their ravenous exploration of each other’s bodies, though he supposed Matty and Catch might have continued to play after he’d fallen asleep—if they had the energy. The three of them hadn’t talked much, but there were things that needed to be said, explained and revealed before they lost themselves in each other again. Too easy for Turner to take one look at either of them and forget that intention.