Young, Allyson - The Promise [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] (9 page)

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“Fuck, babe, slow down. I don’t want to hurt you,” groaned Sean.

“He really wants to ream you, Jilly,” offered Peter, “but it’s too soon for that.”

Jillian could barely process the words. She was too busy just feeling. Sean began to withdraw then forge ahead. With each stroke, he pulled back almost to her opening until he was nearly out of her body, then he pushed back in hard. Her orgasm began to climb, and if she could only touch her clit, she would go up in smoke. It didn’t matter if Sean got his. She was going to chew this one up. She was due.

Peter untied her hands, and Sean pulled her up to a nearly vertical position against his chest. His cock felt even bigger inside her, and Jillian sucked air.

Sean turned with her to lie back on the bed against the pillows, now holding her wrists, crisscrossed at her waist. Peter reached to bend and spread her legs and laid them over Sean’s. He looped two ties around her thighs and secured her to Sean’s widespread legs.

“Something different, Jilly,” he advised. “Don’t move, or we won’t let you come.”

Jillian sure wanted to come. She didn’t know if her clit would ever go back to normal again, and Sean felt like a big old log up inside of her. Peter had repositioned the camera at an angle. Then he took a position on the other side. Jillian gaped at the strap coiled in his hand and began to shake when he smiled at her.

“What are you doing? Peter, please!”

Sean held her tightly and groaned, “Peter, get on with it. She is so fucking tight that I’m going to blow on the first clench.”

Peter snapped the fabric strap over Jillian’s pussy, connecting with her clit and stretched pussy lips. Jillian lost count as Sean rocked her forward into the blows. Her orgasm fractured without warning, and her vagina clasped at nothing while her anus bore down on Sean’s erection. Peter snatched at the clip, and her clit popped out, pushing her up and over again. Sean shouted something incomprehensible in her ear, and she actually felt the hot spurts of his cum bathing her innards as she sprawled, boneless against him.

“Cut,” Sean whispered.

Chapter Nine

Jillian scowled at Sean and Peter, who appeared not to notice her fit of pique. This was day three, and they were ignoring her. Well, not exactly ignoring her. They bathed her and gave her a beautiful silk robe in her favorite colour to wear. It clearly had been purchased with her in mind, although it was short and probably a size too small. Jillian knew they wanted to see every curve outlined and be able to see her legs clear up to her wazoo. Sitting was an exercise in caution, and she knew they liked that the best as they strained to catch a glimpse of her pussy and ass. So why weren’t they taking advantage of her nakedness and fucking her senseless? Day one had spilled into day two with the porn-film experiment, but since then it had all been sweetness and light. Jillian fought the urge to grind her teeth together. Every time she “accidentally” brushed against one or the other or “forgot” to keep her robe tied closed, they smiled and patted her or chucked her chin. It was making her nuts. They wore boxers or sweats, and she drooled over their manly chests and dreamed of what was covered.

She slept between them at night, and also during nap time.
Naptime, for Christ’s sake, like she was fucking two years old!
Although sandwiched between their muscular forms was hardly preschool, and Jillian felt so protected and warm. She slept better than she had ever slept, and her dreams were sunny. No thoughts or worries about work intruded, and it felt like a staycation. If only the boys would make use of their evening or morning wood. Instead, they cuddled her and gave her chaste good-night kisses and leapt out of bed in the morning to fetch her coffee or run a tub. How could she complain? But she wanted to.

Peter proved he could cook, and Sean also took his turn in the kitchen. They even seemed to know her favorite food. They did laundry, although she still hadn’t seen her clothes. The sheets and towels were folded and stored away, and she even saw Peter ironing. She was pampered and didn’t have to lift a finger. Or spread her legs. Sean sequestered himself in the den for a couple of hours, but Peter made her the center of his attention. When Peter spent time in the den, Sean hung out with her. They didn’t talk shop but discussed most everything else under the sun. She felt she got to know them even better.

They gave her massages that turned her into a boneless creation of bliss, but even the inclusion of massaging her most intimate places didn’t appear to incite them. Jillian knew they were experiencing massive erections, but they kept them away from her. It didn’t make sense, and she hated it when she couldn’t figure out a problem. A tiny voice in her head suggested they were tired of her and didn’t know how to ask her to leave without hurting her feelings or creating an awkward situation at work next week. Jillian dismissed that thought. Sean wouldn’t spare her feelings. He’d just show her the door, regardless of how Peter felt about it. Or he would leave her with Peter.

She was tired of Scrabble and Checkers and wasn’t going to play one more round of poker, unless it was of the strip variety. Peter actually suggested Monopoly, and she pouted so effectively that he threw up his hands and stalked off to make a huge pitcher of sangria. The tasty wine beverage had cooled her temper, and she felt a twist of guilt that she had been unkind. If it weren’t for the fact that she was unbelievably horny, Jillian could marvel at how absolutely wonderful her guys were being. Maybe she craved rotten treatment. No, just dominant, kinky sex, at least until she had her fill.

On day four they ate lunch a bit early, and Jillian suspected it was because of her bitchiness, although she had tried to manage it better after pushing Peter. No matter, she was going to ask for what she wanted, seeing as the subtle approach wasn’t working. If they denied her, she would make them tell her what was happening, or she’d call a cab and go home in her tight, short, beautiful silk robe.

Sean stretched as he turned from stacking the dishwasher. Jillian was already curled up on the couch, not allowed to help clean up after an amazing salmon feast. She eyed his chest as the muscles flexed and slid under his skin. Peter was wiping down the counter, and his ass looked amazing from her perspective. Her nipples beaded, and moisture dampened her folds. She gathered her courage to put it out there as soon as they joined her in the living room. No more watching inane television, despite the domestic, warm feelings she got from their company.

“I think I’ll shave your pussy, babe,” Sean announced.

Jillian almost swallowed her tongue. “Excuse me?” she managed.

He pulled her up from the couch and hugged her to him, lowering his lips to her ear. “Shave. Your. Pussy.”

“That’s what I thought you said,” she stuttered. “I usually get waxed at the salon. I haven’t had a chance to go recently, what with work being so crazy the last few months and being here,
all week
.”

She was fuming inside. If Sean had been turned off by pubic hair, he could go fuck himself. How dare he make her feel unattractive!

Sean held her fast and stared into her eyes. “I don’t give a shit if you have hair from your ankles to your belly, Jillian. All of you appeals to me. I just want to shave your pussy, so I’m going to. Any questions? Or do you want me to convince you?”

Jillian shook her head and said nothing.
Holy crap
. Sean wouldn’t tolerate her being less than satisfied with herself.

Peter called from the bathroom, “Anytime! People to see, people to do!”

Oh Christ, it was the cheery Peter.
That was when the dark side showed through. Her vagina clenched in anticipation, and Jillian meekly followed Sean down the hallway. Peter had a towel spread on the long counter in the guest bathroom, and the track lighting focused down on it. A can of shaving cream and a straight razor sat on the back of the toilet. Jillian faltered at the sight of the razor, but Sean pushed her ahead and into Peter’s arms.

“I shave with a straight razor, babe,” he drawled, “and I’ve never cut myself yet. All you have to do is stay still.”

Peter opened the tie to her robe and pulled it off her body. He lifted her to sit on the towel and angled the wing of the mirror so she could see her pussy folds. The hair was definitely fuller.
Sean had better know what he was doing.
Peter eased her back against his chest, standing at the end of the counter, and Sean pulled her thighs further apart, positioning her to his liking. He took the steaming washcloth Peter had set to soak in the sink and wrung most of the water out. He pressed it against her pussy, and Jillian jerked.

“If you don’t want to lose something important, babe, I’d suggest you concentrate on holding still,” Sean advised.

He pumped shaving cream into his hand and liberally applied it to her mound and outer lips. Then he took a shaving brush and spread the cream around, using slow, lascivious strokes. Jillian moaned and closed her eyes.

Peter pinched a nipple, and her eyes flew open. She caught his look in the mirror and understood he wanted her to watch, just as he was watching. Sean picked up the straight razor, and, with short, even strokes, removed all of her pubic hair. He spread and stretched her labia as he did so, and Jillian held herself rigid. The intimacy of the grooming and the fact that she could see everything made her hotter. When Sean moved to rinse the razor, Jillian bemoaned the loss of his digits. Peter gathered her up and stood her in the tub, legs apart, then grabbed the handheld showerhead.

“Gather your hair up and hold it on top of your head,” he ordered. “Don’t let it get wet.” There was no need to add an “or else.” Jillian knew that tone.

Peter turned on the showerhead and began to rinse her pussy off. The water ran cold at first, and she shrieked and tried to dance away, only to feel Sean smacking her ass to move her back to her former stance. The warming of the water coaxed her clit out, and Peter turned the setting to jet and chased her clit as her pelvis undulated to keep it out of the direct line of fire. Some of her hair fell to her shoulders, and Peter’s eyes darkened. Jillian tried to back up and met the flat of Sean’s hand again. She resigned herself to a consequence.

Peter turned her to face the wall and pushed the showerhead up against her pussy, alternating between her opening and her clit. Jillian spread her legs for more, and the jet of water assaulted her anus. The stimulation had her clenching and gyrating, and Sean began to smack her buttocks harder, the spanking way more intense because of her wet flesh. Peter unerringly forced the water up her vagina just as he pressed her clit with his other hand and Sean clapped her really hard right over her anus. Jillian climaxed and nearly fell headfirst in the tub before Sean grabbed her and hauled her out. She stood on the mat, head down and quivering.
Intense.

She asked quietly, “What was that about?”

Peter lifted her head with a finger under her chin. “That was for teasing us these past three days and for not just asking for what you want. Part of this relationship is about you opening up and telling us, using your words, honey.”

Jillian heard the plural and the word “relationship.” Two men and her. In a relationship. Not just a week of hot, kinky sex. Well, a night, one really full day, and the water sports. But a relationship with them both? Probably not. Not PC and certainly not in accordance with her family values.

“I can’t say I want to hear the R-word, Peter,” she told him.

Sean snorted and walked out of the room.

Peter sighed. “Sean figured you wouldn’t, although I had hoped…C’mon. Sean will have our entertainment set up by now, and we should make some popcorn.”

Jillian reached for her robe, but Peter shook his head. Back to naked Jillian. Maybe that was good, although she knew Peter wasn’t happy with her and the fact that Sean had anticipated her denial might not prove to be pleasant. She let Peter lead her back to the kitchen, though, and helped him choose the microwave popcorn, opting for lots of butter and salt. Sean was fussing with the DVD player.

“What are we doing?” she ventured.

“Watching a movie,” Peter said shortly.

Jillian impulsively hugged him, snuggling into his hard chest. His big arms came around her automatically, and his head dropped to seat his chin on the crown of her head.

“Don’t be cross, Peter,” she whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m scared shitless of getting hurt myself.”

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