Seduced by Three (19 page)

Grace spent the next week being spoiled and practically force-fed by her men. At Luke’s insistence, they bundled her up and sat outside with her for hours. She was being treated like a queen, and being in her own shelter while being spoiled had its perks. Her legs were shaved smooth, her nails polished, and the delicate scent of sweet flowers hung lightly in the air.

Sarge and Van were looking over the supplies on the other side of the shelter and preparing what they wanted to take with them when they all left later that night.

She lay down next to Luke, and he turned to his side, facing her. Luke ran hands over her so lightly that she giggled. “Quit it!”

“Okay, okay. But I want you to know it’s getting harder and harder to be good.” He rested his hand on her waist.

“I have to ask you a question, and you have to be honest with me,” she whispered.

“What’s on your mind, ladybug?”

“Why hasn’t anybody said anything about the baby?”

“What baby?”

“The baby.”

Luke looked at her blankly.

“Our baby…the one you guys were ‘Oh my Godding’ about when you ripped my nightgown off the first day?”

Luke lifted up onto his elbow. “You’re pregnant?”

“Duh. What did you think?”

“I…I just thought you had lost too much weight.”

She gaped at him. “Sarge and Van, too?”

“I guess. Oh shit, baby, we got it all wrong. I’m sorry.”

“Thank God.” She released a breath of relief. “I just couldn’t understand...I was starting to think we had a problem.”

Luke raised a palm to her cheek and kissed her so gently she wanted to melt into his arms and stay there forever. The relief that came from that one little action engulfed her. Her body let go of stress and tension that she didn’t even know she’d been carrying.

“You have to tell them. This has been a big misunderstanding.”

She shook her head. “What if they get mad? I don’t want Sarge mad at me again.”

“He won’t be mad.”

Grace clammed up as Sarge and Van came over to their side of the shelter with duffel bags in tow.

She got up from the bed and nervously looked over the bags. “Looks good.”

She couldn’t look either one of them in the eye. Shit. She had started to walk away when Luke caught her by the wrist.

“Tell them.”

Grace shook her head. “Later.”

Luke took her by the shoulders and turned her to face Van and Sarge again.

“Hey, Van, Sarge.”

The men looked at Luke. “What’s the gestation period for a ladybug anyway?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and caressed her baby bump.

The stunned silence of the two men standing in front of her triggered a pang of uneasiness inside Grace. They looked at each other and then turned their attention back to her.

Van walked toward her. His eyes roamed over her midsection. “You’re pregnant?”

Grace nodded while her stomach churned with the caustic feeling of anxiety.

Without warning, Van picked her up and swung her around in his arms. “Damn, woman, you never cease to surprise me.” He planted a kiss on her lips, and then another one, before he placed her firmly on the ground in front of Sarge.

Grace looked up into Sarge’s face, afraid. “Are you okay with it?”

He smiled at her, warmth and love reflected in his gaze. “More than okay, Gracie. More than okay.” He cradled Grace’s face in his hands and kissed her lips softly. He brushed his whisker-rough cheek against hers, holding her close.

He pulled away from her slightly, and she and looked into his eyes. The usual coal-black intensity they normally had was replaced with a gentleness she had never seen in him before. He was happy. She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. They were in new territory. They were both being honest about their feelings, and surprisingly, they were on the same page.

The men circled her again, surrounded her, and pressed in on her closer and closer.

“We can head back to my place tonight. In the meantime, I’ve got an itch that needs some scratching,” Sarge rumbled.

A manic giggle escaped from Grace before she could slap a hand over her mouth and silently curse the unmerciful effects of the pregnancy hormones coursing through her veins.

“Holy shit. I think Grace was girly for a second,” Van said.

Then came Sarge’s low, deep rumble of a laugh. “Couldn’t be. Our Grace is a badass.”

She smiled. They accepted her. And it seemed like they accepted each other.

As they closed in on her, the feeling in the room changed. There was an undeniable undercurrent of desire surrounding her on all sides. They loved her, and now they wanted to show it.

When the first of their caresses touched her skin, from the very first brush of lips on her shoulder, she could tell that this time with the men would be very different from the last time so many months ago. There was no crazed urgency, no aggressive dominance.

Oh there was no question in her mind that in the bedroom, they still owned her, and she knew the next hours would follow an inevitable course. They would possess her, every single part of her. But today their style had changed. There was a total reversal in their tactics. Their sexual invasion had changed from hot and spicy to slow and sweet, like she was an ice cream cone they wanted to linger over.

Hands ambled with exploring intent as all of their clothes fell away. Grace leaned back onto Sarge’s chest, and the comforting knowledge that she didn’t have to be in control of her feelings toward these men freed her. She had that thrilling, singing feeling surge inside her chest, and a weird combination of anticipation and excitement wanted to scream out of her. She could practically feel it trying to escape from her throat as the men inched her back toward the bed and laid her down gently. Any noise that came out of her mouth was swallowed up by the mouth that covered hers. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know that it was Luke’s tongue delving into the willing recesses of her mouth, searing her with his languid exploration. The fringes of his shaggy hair tickled over her face.

The slow, meandering caresses of their hands and tongues spurred her lust. They were too slow, too savoring. Grace broke the kiss. “Oh God. More. I need more,” she sputtered.

A chuckle followed. “Don’t worry, Gracie, we’ll give you what you need.” The words were delivered in hot, wet pants against the tightened bud of a nipple. Grace raised her hand and crushed Sarge’s mouth into her breast.

Another plea was about to leave Grace’s lips when she felt the needy opening of her cunt breeched. She lifted her head for just a moment to flash a peek at the man who’d answered her plea before it was even spoken.

Van. Raw intensity reflected on his face as he looked down at her from between her legs. He slid his fingers in and out of her. His pace was agonizingly slow.

Grace tossed her head back onto the mattress. Son of a bitch, they were procrastinating their way to this orgasm.

“I love the look on your face. You’re so desperate for more that it looks like it hurts,” Luke said as he brushed a lock of hair away from her face. “Does it hurt, ladybug? Do you need us so bad that it aches?”

“Yes,” Grace groaned. “Oh God, yes.”

Before the last syllable passed through her lips, Grace felt eager mouths seal over her pussy and her breast. Her clit screamed to be feasted upon, throbbed for just the slightest graze of teeth or tongue. But she got nothing. Van teased her, gliding and circling his tongue up and around, going everywhere except the place that would send her tumbling from the precipice she teetered on. The presence of his mouth so close to her need seemed cruel.

But luckily, Luke wasn’t teasing her nipple. He was alternately sucking and biting on the puckered peak with enthusiasm.

“Please,” Grace whined to Van.

“Shhh, Gracie.” Sarge stood at the head of the bed and pulled her a few inches toward him so that her head was hanging upside down over the edge. “Let me fill that mouth so you won’t feel the need to beg us. It’s so…distressing,” he said, smiling wickedly, as he stood in front of her. The tip of his cock was mere inches from her as he guided it and pressed the head against the seam of her lips. “Open,” he ordered.

Grace’s defiance grew in proportion to her frustration, and both had been escalating with the slow, lazy teasing she’d been enduring. If they wouldn’t give her what she wanted, she definitely wasn’t going to suck cock, no matter how much her mouth watered for it.

“Open!”

She pressed her lips together and shook her head. With inner satisfaction, she reveled in her defiance. But her victory was short-lived. Van snaked out his fiery hot tongue and flicked her clit, just once.

“Oh!” Grace’s response of surprise and pleasure was met with Sarge’s cockhead sliding smoothly into her mouth and the taunting of his chuckle floating down to her ears.

“It’s three against one, Gracie. You won’t win this. Take me all the way. I want to feel you swallow on my cock.” Sarge’s powerful voice rumbled through her, commanding her, soaking into her skin and ordering her muscles to do what he wished as he held her head in place with his hands.

The angle of her head gave his cock excellent access to glide deeply in and out of her mouth. Grace raised a hand and circled the base of Sarge’s shaft and pumped in unison with his glides while the other hand cupped and fondled his balls gently. She had an inner sense of satisfaction when she heard a long moan of pleasure from him.

Grace relaxed into a rhythm as her attention turned to the barrage of touches her body received. Van maintained a slow campaign with his tongue. He ran it through her swollen slit, still avoiding her clit more often than not, spurring profound frustration in her. But soon, it wouldn’t matter anymore. The minutes of slow, steady finger fucking she’d had to withstand had coiled her unbearably tight, primed her so thoroughly that just the slightest contact with her clit would bring her violently to orgasm.

She groaned a guttural noise that was so deep, so low, it couldn’t have possibly come from her. The pads of Van’s fingers curled inside her and smoothed across her most sensitive place. Her muscles tightened in small increments around his fingers, squeezing every scrap of pleasure out of the agonizing game he was playing with her. Just as her orgasm began to rise out of her, Van suckled her clit hungrily.

The immediate tidal wave of pleasure that washed over her had her arching her back and gripping Luke’s hair. She smashed his face into her breast and wailed against the smooth intruder that continued to probe her mouth all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck, Gracie, those wails feel good against my head. Keep going, baby. Keep screaming for me.” Sarge thrust one last time, throwing his head back and bumping the back of her throat. He growled as his cock released into her.

She swallowed his cum eagerly, adding her own groans. Knowing that she pleased him so thoroughly filled her with overwhelming feelings of pride and contentment.

Grace lay there panting as Sarge withdrew from her mouth. Then, for a split second, none of the men were touching her.

She opened her eyes to find Van standing above her. He smiled the sweetest smile. “Don’t worry, Grace. We’re not done yet.”

Behind him, Grace could see Sarge walking toward the supply area of the shelter. His cock was softening and swayed with each step.

Before she had time to speak, hands rolled her over and repositioned her body. She ended up on her stomach, lying on Van’s chest, straddling him with her ass jacked up in the air. She felt the cool air waft across the wetness of her pussy and his hard cock poking the softness of her stomach.

“Can you take us both, Grace?” Van whispered in her ear.

She was still in a daze as she searched for her words. “I…I don’t know. If you go slow, maybe.”

She felt Luke kneel on the bed behind her. “Heaven help me, Grace. I’m going to come just looking at you,” he groaned. She felt his finger trail through the damp pussy she proffered him.

From her position on Van’s chest, she spotted Sarge walking back toward the bed with a bottle of cooking oil in his hand. Her speculation as to what he was up to was cut short when Luke spread the cheeks of her ass and licked the little starburst entrance there. Surprised, a short squeal jumped out of her throat.

That was a first.

It was exquisitely taboo, and it elicited a complete release of any inhibitions she was holding on to. Luke was relentless in his exploration, circling and probing, raising chills on her skin. When his tongue retreated, Grace whimpered. He still held the cheeks of her ass apart, and then she felt the slippery drip of something on her lower back. It slid down the crack of her ass, followed by a hand rubbing it over the globes, in the groove, over the tight entrance of her anus, and down.

As one hand worked her ass, penetrating, spreading the oily substance inside of her, another hand traveled lower and coated the lips of her cunt and her clit.

Strong hands held her cheeks apart as the tip of Luke’s cock teased her anus. He continued the up-and-down motion in the groove between her cheeks, pausing and lingering over the tight little hole again and again.