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Authors: Julia Kent

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And then the live wire of her entire body coalesced into one pinpointed strand of pure presence and enjoyment as he breached her tight ring of muscle and—

. The feeling of fullness was so powerful that she faded to a white cloud in her mind, existing as nothing more than pure touch. A ball of nerves, a set of lungs that panted, and an ass and pussy that throbbed with short bursts of pounding blood and roaring cravings. Dylan’s slow, shallow thrusts gave her tongue an opportunity to find the ring of his mushroom cap and to give it the languid, centered attention it deserved until suddenly he was gone, her hands itching to touch him, body one long bundle of need to give.

Receiving so much pleasure was hard. Harder than she’d ever imagined, and as Mike slowly inserted the vibrating device past her point of comfort she found a thick wall of soft pain heightened everything, making the pleasure achingly better. Ears perked, she could hear birds outside, the rustle of vibrant late-fall leaves floating to the forest ground, the wind whistling against tall pines.

Just as she began to undulate in waves, her hips moving in a perfect sine curve, Mike slid the device out of her, leaving an emptiness she couldn’t bear.

“No! Please!” she cried out, her words silenced by the voracious press of Mike’s mouth on hers. Thickly muscled arms slid under her as deft hands released her wrists from the handcuffs. Aloft in the air, she felt her self-consciousness kick in as Mike’s mouth broke away and she felt herself moving through space.

“What are you doing?”

Dylan’s voice whispered in her ear. “You up for some swinging?”

A cold terror shot through her.
? “Swinging?” she gulped.

Mike laughed to her left. “Not that kind.”

Her belly rolled in on itself and her breasts pressed against Mike’s perfect chest while Dylan held her and Mike moved her feet into some sort of odd, suspended strap in what seemed like midair. It was as if all the extra flesh on both her men had been conferred unto her and she felt it again, that familiar, slightly-sickening diminution of what should have been a near-holy moment.

Dylan tensed and stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said airily, trying to recapture the mood.

“Time to pry.” Mike’s words came out as if he’d expected to say them all along.

Blinking under the silken cloth of her blindfold, Laura was at a crossroads. She could tamp down her feelings and pretend they weren’t there, which was her default mode these days. Or, she could do what she’d always wanted to do in her heart—in her soul—and extend the benevolent, sensual wholeness that Mike and Dylan had brought into her life and trust that it would be there when she opened her mouth.

Slipping her right arm into some sort of leather belt thing, and then her left, she felt Dylan release her and she faltered, her core muscles struggling to find balance where, it seemed, there really was none.

Hands reached behind her neck and untied the scarf, revealing her lovers, still naked, now face-to-face with her as she found herself suspended in front of them, her full body on open display, legs split apart by the laws of physics and the designer who made what she now realized was a sex swing, attached to a special anchor in the ceiling near the fireplace.

“Eco-cabin?” she said, arching one eyebrow.

Mike had the decency to look a bit sheepish. “A perk of being a billionaire. I can build my own sex den.” As the words “sex den” poured out of his mouth he went from sheepish to wolfish, the transformation so erotic and entrancing.

One of the guys had lit a romantic fire, and the glow of the flames mingled with the hundreds of candles as Laura gawked in disbelief at how this night had unfolded. Her little red nub thrummed like a lighthouse beacon, screaming for attention but it was the only part of her that seemed to maintain any sense of what she really wanted.

“A swing? Seriously, guys? I’m going to rip the roof off if you don’t get me out of this,” she joked. Her hands reached for her belly, eyes focused on staring anywhere but down.

“And there it is, Dylan,” Mike whispered. Reaching for her, he splayed his palm over the curves of her breasts, her belly, her ass, making Laura inhale a slow, deep breath that came out shakier than she’d intended.

“Look at her, Dylan.” Both men raked their eyes over her now as she was completely naked, vulnerable and left with nowhere to hide.
Oh, God
. It was like that high school nightmare where you go to school wearing only your socks, except right now? She wasn’t even wearing

What the hell was wrong with her? These were her guys.

“I’m looking. She’s even hotter than the day we met for the first time.” Like Mike, he reached for her and began caressing her, hand tracing the swell of her hip, the curves of her waist and ribcage, the smooth flow of palm across her torso like warm honey. Melting into it was not what she thought she would do. The involuntary reaction allowed a new layer of tension to disappear, her body sinking into a little more peace, a deeper connection with these two amazing men who were looking at her like she was eye candy.

Gloriously nude Mike stood before her like a god at Asgard, his height perfectly matched to her position in the sex swing. He grasped her shoulders and looked down over her nude body, eyes lingering over each inch, the rock-hard need in his cock—and moreso in his expression—making her tighten and release with a rhythm within her own core that connected with a deeper tone in the universe, as if she were becoming less defined, more integrated, and more a part of something so much larger and more primal than herself.

“You,” he said in a hoarse tone, “have always been perfect.” His torso pressed against her open legs, the shaft of his cock aligning perfectly with her wet lips, swollen slit so sensitive she jolted. “You will always be perfect, and your lush body is exactly what I want.”

,” Dylan interrupted, suddenly behind her, his own rigid manhood pushing against the cleft of her ass.

“We,” Mike whispered. His eyes were magnetic in the candlelight, golden skin made luminous as he consumed her completely, her skin alight with the feel of Dylan behind her, warm and eager, with Mike at the helm. Being enveloped by their bare skin on both sides was an all-too-familiar reminder of the importance of
in this moment, of the blending of three souls, hearts—

And bodies.

“This,” Dylan whispered, moving his hand from the side of her breast down to her belly, “is the most amazing body in all creation. You were sensual and sexy as fuck long before you had the baby, but knowing you built an entire baby, and that you nurture that baby from here”—he touched her breasts—“is the sexiest damn thing I can imagine, and all you do, honey, is make me want you more and more with each day that we spend together.”

He was a thick wall of hot muscle behind her, her shoulder blades pushing against his pecs as his arms wrapped around her and roamed over her breasts and belly, joy and wanting obvious in the way he relished each line, every bend and turn of her skin. “Not being able to have you ride me every single day is torture,” he added in a murmur that made her shiver. “We want you, Laura. The whole you. Every damn day. And we need to show you that and love you enough that you believe it.”

“I do!” she cried out as Mike nuzzled her neck. “Of course I believe it!” God, it had been so long since she’d had this much flesh on her, surrounding her, wrapping her in complete abandon. The swing made her feel naughty, like a wilder Laura she wanted to explore. Whatever else Mike and Dylan had in that magic box of devices, she’d love to find out—but later.

Right now she wanted to make love to Mike and Dylan and let loose. It was high time, and the old Laura, the woman she had been before the baby, came roaring back, fast and hard.

And really in need of a good fuck.

Arching her back, she let go of all her inhibitions and lifted her pelvis as high as she could, leaning back against Dylan for leverage. His chin brushed against her neck and she swore she could feel his smile. His cock—
she most definitely felt, nudging against her ass. Would they be up for a quickie after all that build-up? Was it fair to ask them to—

“Ready?” Mike asked, hands cupping her face, his lips coming in for a kiss.

“For what?” she asked, starting to tremble.

“Me.” Centering his thick pole in front of her wetness, he slowly entered her as Dylan held her in the swing, then began to rock her forward and back, inch by inch.

“Aren’t you,” she gasped, “supposed to hang this swing in front of a,”—

the door,” Dylan hissed, now placing his rigid cap right at the base of her tight ring. Mike filled her, the slow thrusts and the gentle rocking motion of the swing making her clit feel like it would burst if she didn’t come right this very instant.


Cold metal and lube licked against her hot mons in random starburst of explosions as Mike stroked her red nub with a small, bullet-shaped silver vibrator. Gripping his shoulders, she screamed in extraordinary pleasure, imbued with the relief of knowing she could be as loud as she liked, and tightened, releasing just as Dylan slowly, steadily entered her ass, the fullness slow and sensual, the feeling unlike anything they’d shared before.

Breasts molded against Mike’s bare chest, his face intense and jaw tight, the languid strokes of the vibrator brought her to a gasping mess in seconds, the push of a massive orgasm making her pussy and ass push out, then pull in, long and tight, luring Dylan’s cock deeper in her, adding to the sense of an enormity within her that was now connected to everything else.

Simple touches, like the push of Dylan’s flexing thighs against the bottom of her glutes, how his lightly-stubbled cheek grazed through her hair, the mingling of her breath and the feel of his gasps against her closed eyelids—all made time stand still, made love seem stronger than she’d ever imagined, blended with her sense of self and purpose as rays of pure pleasure radiated down her body, making her mind leap into the unknown and trust that what they shared would transcend all.

And then Dylan’s groan and Mike’s own grunt as both tightened, the thin line of skin separating them becoming something otherworldly within, like a second clit as Mike thrust a little faster into her, Dylan touching some spot in her so deep she had no words, and then Mike took the vibrator and pressed it against the thin sliver of skin and she bucked against him, kinetic force turning her into a pendulum that swung between their throbbing shafts, each plunging into her as the buzz of the metal bullet made her climax roar up and claim her.

“Harder!” she called out, Mike bowing his head down and gritting his teeth, neck muscles standing out as he stayed with her movement, Dylan behind her and rock hard, the only sound he made now a grunting keening of animalistic desire.

The wave hit all three at the same time, Laura
babbling in some language she didn’t know she knew, the words nonsense as the vortex of pain and pleasure and entirety slammed into her, making a burst of color appear behind her opened eyes, as if she were transported to a different dimension, secured to reality by their joined bodies.

“Ah, God!” Dylan shouted from behind, driving deep and fast into her in a way that should hurt but that instead felt like a homecoming, her muscles expanding to accommodate him, her body shocked by the ferocious need and wanton drilling—yet perfectly happy and eager for more. Mike arced his back, hips pointed in between her spread legs, the sum total of their combined movements mere inches and yet the thrusts of two cocks inside her felt like miles of friction.

“Oh, Laura,” Mike rasped, his voice coming out through parted lips, eyes unfocused now as he came, the luscious slide of his rod in and out of her made slick by his orgasm. At that same moment, her abs tightened into a ball, then a long, twisting knot inside her, as if every muscle from pussy to upper back coordinated in a fluid motion, rolled in and up, body then letting go in a microburst.

Waves of pleasure poured out like huge ripples, carrying whatever remained of consciousness out in emanating circles, love driving her to come again and again, over and over, too many orgasms to count all blending into complete acceptance, complete love, complete ecstasy.

Complete abandon.

Dylan’s body loosened behind her, his arms now stretched around her shoulders in embrace, and Mike leaned against her body, still in her. Without their tight control the threesome swayed, listing forward and back as Laura felt her own core muscles adjusting to the rhythmic motion.

“Sex den, huh?” she whispered in Mike’s ear. He looked up, hair tousled, eyes so deeply pleased she felt like a better version of herself simply from being looked at that way.

“You like it?”

Her calf began to cramp, and a stretchy piece of leather cut into her ass. Shifting, she tried to get comfortable, but to no avail. “I do, but—”

“Let me help you,” Dylan said, moving quickly. Between the two men she was soon down from her perch, under the soft covers, and the three nestled in bed, bodies aglow from the fireplace and candles.

A quick glance at the clock told Laura they’d only been here for a mere two hours. “Two hours!” she whispered to herself.

“Two hours what?” Dylan murmured into her right breast.

“We’ve only been here for two hours!” she marveled. Desire rushed back into her. Bring it on. Sexapalooza.

“Then we have plenty of time for more,” Mike mumbled.

“More what?” Laura’s body shook with the muscle memory of what they’d just done. And yet, she found herself warming to the idea of more. Already?

“More sex. But first,” he yawned, Dylan copying him within seconds, “let’s nap.”

“Nap?” she asked, incredulous. “We get an entire night together, alone, and have mind-blowing sex and you want to nap? Why are you so tired? Jillian’s been sleeping through the night.”

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