Pulling out a pair of jeans and a conservative blue blouse, she tossed them on the bed before grabbing a pair of panties and a bra out of a drawer. She quickly put them on. Once she was dressed and had wound her wayward hair into a knot at the back of her neck secured with a hair clip, she sat down on the bed for a minute to gather her thoughts.
She could have just gone to bed, she had wanted to, so why was she dressed and ready to go back and face them? Being dressed made her feel better. Not that all three men didn’t know what she looked like without clothes. The thought brought a flush to her face. Tyler hadn’t even tried to hide the fact that he admired her body - while Brent had at least tried to look somewhat uncomfortable even though his eyes had devoured her too.
She should be furious at Connor for not protecting her from their eyes and them for not at least looking away, but something inside of her had liked being practically naked in front of them. And if she had gauged his reaction correctly, Connor had been more guilty than shocked to see his Tyler and Brent.
Lifting herself from the bed, she ran her hands down her hips. She felt a surge of excitement run through her body at the prospect of spending time with all three men again. How could one sexual experience change her so completely? Or had she always been just on the cusp of her sexual nature, fighting what she feared could consume her until Connor had broken through her defenses? My mother wanted men’s eyes on her. That’s why she danced naked for them. I can’t be like my mother? I just can’t be. But what if I am?
* * * *
When she entered the kitchen, Tyler and Brent were devouring the pizza with full glasses of wine in front of them. Connor was now in a pair of jeans and T-shirt. For a moment she just stared at the scene in front of her, taking in the full impact of the three handsome men and how her heart was beating more rapidly from just the sight of them. They were well above average in looks in every way possible. Fact was, they were downright movie star handsome. She was still trying to not be overwhelmed by Connor but now with the other two in attendance, she found herself slightly dazzled by the male testosterone that swirled around her in abundance.
Connor smiled as she sat down. “I wasn’t sure you would come back to us. I thought Tyler and Brent had scared you off.”
“Before you say anything, Laurel,” Tyler said holding up his hand, “I just want to say I’m sorry for how we barged in on you and Connor. Although I must say, you handled it very well.”
“I think she was in total shock,” Brent said and smiled. “Possibly paralyzed with fear that we were a couple of degenerates that were breaking and entering.”
Laurel looked gratefully at Brent. His brown eyes wrinkled up at the corners as they connected with hers. She could like this guy. He had a kindness about him that made her feel more comfortable already.
“Thank you,” she said softly, tearing her gaze from his to concentrate on Tyler. “Not knowing who you were at first definitely put me at a disadvantage. And wearing just a towel wasn’t how I would have envisioned meeting you. Surely you can understand my embarrassment.”
“You’re absolutely stunning, Laurel. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. And as far as being at a disadvantage, believe me when I say you’re not. If anything, I think you have an advantage over every woman I’ve ever met.”
Feeling slightly flustered, she watched him take the wine glass and bring it to lips, and his blue eyes that were so much like his brother’s that never left hers. Was he trying to make her feel better or was he laughing at her? She wasn’t quite sure how to respond when Connor spoke up.
“I think you should know that up until tonight, Laurel was a virgin. So she’s not at all used to your kind of bantering, Tyler.”
Mortified, she gasped. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you just told them that.”
“Why? They need to know.”
“Why do they need to know?” She asked, feeling even more embarrassed than she had earlier.
“Because, my dear Laurel,” Tyler said, placing his empty glass of wine on the table, “the three of have no secrets. We share everything.”
“Are you going to hurt me?” she asked, wondering if maybe they were more than she could handle.
Tyler caressed her shoulders. “It may hurt, but we won’t take you beyond your limit. All you have to say is “Red”. Remember, that’s your safe word.
“Why do we like to use a crop?”
“I don’t understand.”
“We’re not sadists, Laurel, but we have found that it’s much more pleasure for us and for the woman we’re fucking to be tantalized with the crop. I can’t just tell you, you have to experience it.”
“And if I say, no?”
“Then we won’t use it. It’s your choice.”
“But you want to,” she whispered.
“Yes, we do.”
She thought for a moment about what they wanted and with some trepidation, she nodded her head. “If that’s what you want, I’ll try.”
“That’s all we can ask,” Brent said from behind her.
Connor was still on the bed. Tyler looked down at her and brought her lips to his. It was a tender kiss. It left her breathless all the same.
“Now,” Tyler said, “I want you to straddle Connor and put his cock in your pussy.”
She turned toward Connor and climbed back up on the bed. This part would be easy. When Connor’s cock was embedded inside her pussy, she let out a ragged breath.
Connor grabbed her breasts and held them firmly in his hands. “I’m going to hold you in position, baby. Just relax and lean into my hands.”
She did as he asked, letting her weight fall into him through her breasts. His hands tightened. She wasn’t only being held in position, she was captured. She couldn’t move.
Tyler’s voice was in ear. “That’s it, Laurel, just let yourself go.”
She felt his hands caressing her ass cheeks in a circular motion. It felt good when without warning instead of his hands she felt the leather straps of the crock snap against one and the other cheek. She would have jumped except Connor had her secured. She bit her lip but didn’t yell out.
Again Tyler’s hands caressed her and again the bite of crop followed. She lost count of how many times they repeated what now had her squirming with desire. She felt her pussy dripping between her thighs. It hurt, but each time the crop touched her, she felt Connor’s cock press hard against the walls of her pussy. The sensations of pain and pleasure were driving her to an orgasm. The groaned. “Please do it again, Sir.”
“Oh, Laurel,” Brent said as the crop hit her again. “Tyler has taught you well.”
Tyler moved away from her and came to stand by the side of the before he kneeled down beside her. “Brent’s going to fuck your ass now, Laurel and I’m going to fuck your mouth this time.”
She felt Brent’s cock at her entrance. She tensed slightly, but tried to relax as Tyler had told her was necessary if she were to do this with the pleasure he promised. Brent pushed slowly, his fingers kneading her ass cheeks. Deeper he plunged causing her to cry out. He stopped and allowed her to adjust to his length and girth. With a final push he had reached his goal and she let out the breath she had been holding.
Brent began to move his cock back and forth gathering momentum. The pain had been minimal compared to what she had expected. The movement of his cock was being more and more forceful. She moaned as Connor continued to hold her in place. The crop had somehow been more than a toy to heighten her pleasure, it had been a tool to ready her for Brent’s cock. She moaned again.
“Ride Connor at the same time,” at the same time Do it, now,” Tyler ordered, as he grabbed her hair and wrapped it around his hand, pulling her head upward.
At first she wasn’t sure she could with Brent’s cock pounding her ass, but with Connor’s help, she found her stride. When the three of them were moving together, Tyler lift himself and held his cock in front of her mouth that she opened immediately.
He was big and he stretched her mouth, but now she was complete. With all three men’s cocks deep inside her, it was all she could do to hang on as wave after sensational wave flowed through her body shaking her to her very core. She was flying through particles of light that burst upwards and onwards flinging her body with uncontrolled abandon. Nothing mattered. Nothing would ever matter except what was happening between them.