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Authors: Desiree Holt
Taylor
was the one who slid his hand beneath her thighs, probing her pussy and
bringing out his fingers coated with her juices. He sucked them into his mouth,
groaning with pleasure,
then
wrapped one hand around
his very rigid shaft.
“I’m
not sure I can wait until we get through all the cards before fucking her,” he
told his brother. “Man, you have a real treasure here.”
“Don’t
I know
it.
” He tugged on the clothes pins, rewarded
with Delaney’s attempts to squeeze her legs together. Teasingly, he played with
the clothespin on her clit, pulling it lightly and twisting it just a little.
“Remember,” he warned her. “Don’t come. Not until we give you permission.”
“Y-Yes,
Master.
Yes, Sir.”
She tossed her head back and drew
in a deep breath.
Hunter
wasn’t sure which of them was more turned on as they proceeded through the
cards. Taylor had always been an expert with the cat o nine tails flogger,
wielding it with just the right twist of the wrist for maximum pain,
stimulation, and minimal bruising to the skin. As he swept it back and forth
Hunter continued to toy with the clothespin on Delaney’s clit, tugging and
pulling just enough to stimulate it and keep her on the thin knife-edge of
arousal. Her cries of pleasure at the pain she so loved
were
as erotic as the actual things they were doing.
He
couldn’t keep himself from stroking his cock now and then, anxious for the
moment when he could plunge it into his girl’s tight pussy. He would give
Taylor the honor of her ass, something that drove Delaney absolutely wild.
“
I
don
’t know about
you,” Taylor said, tossing the flogger aside, “but if I don’t get inside her
soon my dick might fall off.”
Hunter
rose, brushed a kiss against Delaney’s mouth. He could tell from the way she
held herself she was already deep in subspace, pushed hard into it by the
flogger. He also knew she was so close to orgasm almost anything could push her
over.
“Are
you ready for this?” he whispered in her ear?”
“Yes.
Sir.
Please.”
“Okay.”
He kissed her cheek.
“Our pleasure.”
He
and Taylor both rolled on condoms,
then
he unfastened
her wrists while Taylor freed her ankles. Finally he removed the clothespins,
sucking each nipple as pain surged into them and rubbing her clit to ease the
same. Taking her hand he led her over to the big chair he liked so much,
lowered himself into it and positioned her so she straddled him. He nodded to
his brother.
“How about giving me a hand here.”
Taylor
gave him a hot look and knelt in front of the chair. Hunter lifted Delaney just
enough to allow him to prod her entrance with the head of his cock. Taylor
reached between them to hold open her labia while Hunter eased his thickness
into her waiting tunnel.
“God,
her pussy lips are so wet and pink. I want a taste of them before I go back on
the road.”
“I’m pretty sure we can arrange that.” Hunter
sucked in a breath as Delaney’s wet heat closed around him. “But not right this
minute,” he added in a strained voice.
“Gotcha.”
Hunter
adjusted the chair so it leaned back, taking Delaney with him. The he handed
Taylor a small tube of gel. “Here you go.”
Next
time, he thought, I’ll have to arrange for a standing mirror here so I can
watch while Taylor slides his dick into Delaney’s ass. For now he contented
himself with feeling his brother’s fingers sliding into that hot channel as he
slicked her with gel and massaged it into the tissues. The wall of tissue
separating the two entrances was so thin that he could feel every touch, every
ripple, every glide and stretch.
Then
Taylor was ready, and the feel of his brother’s wide shaft easing into Delaney,
rubbing against his own penis, was so erotic he could hardly control himself.
In his arms Delaney was moaning softly and panting, and he knew she was doing
her best to hold back until he gave her permission to come. When Taylor nodded
at him they began a dance they’d done many times before in their lives. As one
eased in the other slid nearly out and then in reverse. In, out, back, forth, slowly,
then faster, faster, faster.
“Please,”
Delaney begged, holding onto him for dear life. “Please, Master, Please, Sir. I
need to come so badly.”
So
did
he
, as a matter of fact. He lifted the tiny
vibrator from the table, thumbed it on and pressed it against her clit. That
was all it took for her, and as her spasms gripped her body she set off the
response in both men. Jesus! Hunter gritted his teeth as his cock pulsed inside
her, Taylor’s shaft doing the same, Delaney’s tight pussy walls clamping down
on him like a clenched fist. They
shook,
all of them,
with intense tremors, the orgasm so powerful Hunter was sure they’d all been
tossed into space and caught by a whirlwind.
Just
when he was sure he’d have a heart attack, the tremors slowed, subsided, replaced
by little aftershocks. The music still drifted into the room, only now the
counterpoint was the raw rasping of breath and the sounds of sexual
satisfaction.
He
finally roused himself, reached over and tapped Taylor, signaling him to
withdraw.
As soon as he did Hunter
lifted Delaney to ease from his body. They quickly disposed of their condoms
then attended to their exhausted sub. Hunter held her in his lap while Taylor
applied healing salve to the marks on her ass. Then he wrapped her in the heated
quilt while Taylor fed her sips of water and stroked her hair.
“That’s
some sub you’ve got there,” Taylor said, his voice still raw with need.
“Don’t
I know it?” He kissed Delaney’s forehead.
“How about it,
sweetheart?
You think we should ask Taylor to make our place home base
when he’s not running around the world?”
“
Our place?
”
She looked at him with eyes
still slightly hazy. “
We
don
’t have an ‘
our
’
place.”
“We
will pretty soon if you say yes.” He kissed her lightly. “This worked pretty
well tonight. Think we can give it a shot? I know how I feel about you and I’m
pretty sure I know how you feel about me. But something’s been holding you
back.”
“Not
any more
.” She snuggled against him. “This is what I
was missing. The third piece of our puzzle.” She reached for Taylor and brought
him close enough to give him a kiss. “You complete us, Taylor. Together, we’re
three of a kind.”
Taylor
threw his head back and laughed. “I like that.
Three of a
kind.”
“And
now,”
Hunter said,
“I
think we should take our precious girl home, give her a warm bath and take her
to bed for a good night’
s sleep.
”
“Think
that bed of yours is big enough for all of us?”
“If
it
isn
’
t, we
’ll
be sure to have a special one built.” He grinned. “After all, you can’t
separate three of a kind.”
Epilogue
Delaney
lounged back in the brand new oversized claw foot tub they’d had installed in
their new house. The company they’d ordered it from had asked a lot of
questions, like why they needed one so big, but Hunter had just smiled at them
and placed the order. So now the three of them were enjoying a warm bath after
a strenuous evening of play. Hunter was behind her, holding her back to his
front, while Taylor sat in front of her, legs spread to get closer, soaping her
breasts. It never failed to astonish her how similar their touches were, their
caresses.
Taylor
was home for a week and they were determined to make the most of it. Not just
sex, but fun things. They’d watched a kite flying contest in the park, gone to
a favorite Mexican restaurant on the
Riverwalk
for
dinner and taken the short cruise in the boats that motored up and down.
She
was so thankful that Hunter had sensed what she needed, even when she didn’t
realize it herself. At first she worried that possession or jealousy might be a
problem, but they meshed so well it quieted all her fears.
Taylor
swished a washcloth over her, rinsing off the soap,
then
hoisted himself out of the water.
“
I
don
’t know about the
two of you, but I’m exhausted. Good sex will tire you out.” He winked.
“Me,
too,” she agreed. “Let’s get to bed, Hunter.”
When
they were all out of the tub and dried off she brushed her hair out and
followed the two men into the bedroom. They’d special ordered the bed, just
like they had with the tub so there was plenty of room for the three of them.
She took her place between the two men, nestling her head on the pillow. Hunter
placed a hand on one thigh, Taylor on the other and every nerve in her body
settled.
“Good
night,” she said in a soft voice.
“’Night,
babe,” Taylor told her.
“’Night,
sugar,”
Hunter echoed.
“We’ve
got it made, you know,” she told them.
“Three of a kind.”
They
echoed her
words,
she closed her eyes, and fell into
the best sleep of her life.
*The End*
About the Author
Referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic
romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published erotic romance
author. A graduate of the University of Michigan her earlier careers include
agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice
president of university advancement, public relations, and economic
development.
She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a
winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner
of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well
as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the
Ellora’s
Cave Golden Ankh and winner of the Holt Medallion
for Excellence in Romance Literature.
She has been featured on
CBS
Sunday Morning
and in
The Village
Voice
,
The Daily Beast, USA Today,
The
(London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington
Post
and numerous other national and international publications. Currently
she has signed on as a blogger for
The
Huffington Post.
She is also the Authors
After
Dark 2014 Author of the Year.
“Desiree
Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more
fulfilling then the last.” (
Romance
Junkies
)
“
Holt knows what her fans
will love.”
(RT Book Reviews)
“Holt delivers with delicious love scenes, a
believable story and characters you care about. “
RT Book Reviews
“
Well-written erotica filled with modern-day
cowboys.—John
Rodzilla
, Emerson Univ., Boston
The
Library Journal
“
Desiree Holt
delivers
smoking hot alpha heroes and red hot romances.”
Lea
Franczak
, USA
Today Happy Ever After blog.
“I have read many stories by this author and she never disappoints. She
knows how to bring out the best in her characters that help you connect with
them.”
Romancing the Book
“Ride the Mustang by Desiree Holt is everything you come to expect from
Ms. Holt.”
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