When Love Comes Calling: Two Short Stories (10 page)

Clari needed no more encouragement. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and leaned in, sucking the heart-shaped head into her mouth like a treat. Her tongue ran over it inside her incredibly hot, wet mouth and Dom grabbed the elaborate knot of hair on the back of her head, pressing his cock deeper into her mouth. She resisted for a moment, struggling, and Dom felt his desire spike at her weakness, his dominance of her. He imagined how much he was going to like tying her up, spanking her before she sucked his cock while she lay helpless, her lush bottom stinging from his blows. He threw his head back and thrust into her mouth with pleasure at the thought.

Clari made a whimper of surrender and opened her mouth wider. Dom shuddered at the feeling, at the hot saliva in her mouth surrounding his cock, the slight scrape of her teeth. “Yes, Clari, like that,” he murmured, pulling out until only the head was still in her mouth and then thrusting again. She knew the dance now, she was ready for it. “Relax your mouth, Clari, and your throat. I can go deeper that way, fuck your mouth without hurting you.” He felt her immediately follow his instructions, and loved the power of it.

“Good girl,” he praised her gruffly, and watched his cock go in and out, fucking that full, sweet mouth. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed. “Do you like it, Clari?” he murmured, directing her head to start moving on him with the hand in her hair. Her eyes flew open, and she looked up at him, never hesitating as she began to bob her head in time with his thrusts. “Jesus,” he whispered, overcome at the sight of her with her mouth stuffed full of his cock, her eyes hungry. Her hands slid up his legs to grip his thighs and pull him closer. “You like to suck it,” he said in awe, “you like it when I fuck your mouth.”

Clari moaned in response and angled her head so his cock was deeper in her throat with each thrust. Dom moaned her name and gripped her hair so hard he knew it must hurt her, but she didn’t protest. He was trying to stay in control, not to fuck her tender, virgin mouth too hard. “Suck it now, Clari,” he ground out, feeling his orgasm building as his balls grew tight and pulled in. “Suck it and swallow it when I come.” She gave a tiny little nod and Dom’s head nearly exploded when she drew deeply on his cock, her cheeks hollowing with her effort. His thrusts into her mouth got shorter, so that most of his cock remained in that tight, hot, wet cocoon, and Clari’s arms snaked between his spread legs to press her hands against his arse and pull him closer. The brush of her arms on his balls, the sight of her rapturous face as he fucked that incredible mouth pushed Dom into orgasm. He came with a growl, pressing his cock deep in her mouth with the hand on the back of her head as he felt his release shoot out in wave after wave of pleasure. Clari whimpered, but she swallowed around his thick length, drinking him down. He watched her with narrowed eyes, his sight dim and unfocused for a moment. He saw some of his cum leak out of the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t take it all, but she was trying, and he loved her for it.

When the aftershocks were over, Dom carefully pulled his cock out. Clari tenderly closed her mouth, wiggling her jaw to ease the ache of having it pressed wide for so long.

“I’m sorry,” Dom told her as he tried to close his trousers with hands still shaking from one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.

“I’m not,” Clari said, and they smiled at one another, both clearly struck by the redundancy of this conversation. Dom leaned down and kissed her softly, then licked salty residue of his pleasure from her chin and cheeks as her breath trembled in the air.

After they had redressed and tidied up a bit more, Dominic tucked her hand into the curve of his elbow. “We’d best be getting back. We’re going to be missed soon.”

Clari sighed and walked slowly next to him, their hips bumping gently as they were in no hurry to leave their little corner. “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” she asked teasingly.

Dominic stopped and looked at her seriously. “You’re going to marry me, you know,” he told her. How like Dominic not to ask, Clari thought with a sigh. She decided now was not the time to argue.

“Yes, I know.” Dominic grinned at her easy agreement.

“Did you mean it when you said you would do anything I wanted?” he purred as he pulled her close again, his arms holding her tight as he nuzzled the hair they’d only just put to rights.

“Yes,” she sighed, snuggling against him. His arms tightened.

“I like to watch, Clari,” he breathed, “and I like to share.”

Clari went still for a moment. Did he mean what she thought he meant?

“I like to watch other people fuck.” Dominic’s words had her heart pounding. “I want to watch you fuck, Clari. Fuck someone else.”

The thought was shockingly arousing. She thought she knew who, but she asked anyway. “Who, Dominic?”

He pulled back and put his hands on her shoulders. He hunched down a bit so he could see her face. “Benford.”

Clari’s breath caught in her throat as her body reacted to the image her mind immediately conjured.

“And I want to fuck you with him. Both of us, like my fingers in you tonight.”

Clari couldn’t catch her breath. He meant one cock in her cunny and one in her bottom. She was sure that was what he meant.

“Does that arouse you?” he asked, his voice husky. He obviously knew the answer, saw it in her reaction.

“Yes,” she whispered, and Dominic grinned as he took her hand and placed it back on his arm. He began walking again as if this were a normal conversation.

“It won’t be all the time, Clari,” he explained quietly. “Only once in a while. I have a feeling just fucking you is going to be more than enough to satisfy me most of the time. But I do like those other things, Clari, and I think you will too.” He stopped and faced her, his look knowing. “I know you’ll like it. Ben is very good.”

Clari reacted with only minor shock, a testament to how far she’d come in just one night. “Is he your lover?” she asked.

“No.” Dominic shrugged. “But when the mood strikes we share a woman. What you need to know is that I like it all, Clari. I like to experience sexual pleasure, and feel no embarrassment about the things that give it to me.” He put his hand over hers on his arm and squeezed. “I don’t want you to either. I always want you to feel free to try whatever you like—with me.”

Before Clari could answer they heard a voice quietly calling his name.

“Over here, Ben,” Dominic called back just as quietly. Benford came around the corner ahead of them.

“I was getting worried. Someone is going to note your absence soon.” He was looking at Clari as he spoke, and she blushed as she thought of what Dominic wanted. Dominic let go of her hand and she turned her head sharply toward him. He took two steps away, watching her with hooded eyes. She turned back to Benford to see the same look on his face, and she realized this was it, the test. Was she daring enough to give Dominic what he wanted? What she wanted?

“They’re going to know,” Benford said quietly as he began to walk in a circle around her.

“Are they?” Dominic asked, leaning against a tree in a cavalier pose.

“Know what?” Clari was surprised at the sultry note in her voice.

Benford stopped in front of her. “That he’s just satisfied you.” He stepped closer and put a finger under her chin, raising her face to the moonlight. “Your lips are red and swollen from his kisses.” He leaned down and delicately sniffed her neck, not quite touching her. Sensation skated down her back, making her shiver. “And you smell of sex,” he whispered in her ear. He nuzzled his nose in her hair. “Did he fuck you?”

Clari was breathing hard, aroused by Benford’s inspection. His last question made her sex throb.

“No,” Clari answered, her voice a whisper. “No, he didn’t fuck me…Ben.”

At her words, he pulled back and stared at her. “Why not?” he asked after a moment. “I would have.”

Clari smiled. “I think you mean you will,” she told him, and Ben smiled back as he leaned down and kissed her. His lips were softer, fuller than Dominic’s, not so aggressive. It was a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue invading and filling her mouth, making her think of his cock doing the same. They didn’t touch except for that kiss, the deprivation itself a sort of sexual game that made her tingle. Ben pulled back and looked at her hungrily. “You taste like Dom.”

She looked at Dominic. He was smiling—the wolfish, aroused smile that made her inner muscles clench, made her feel every nerve there left sensitive by their previous play.

“The banns will be read this Sunday,” he said quietly.

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lari arched her back
, taking the hard cock fucking into her with practiced ease. She felt like she was melting she was so aroused, so wet. She’d already come, but he was merciless, fucking her just the way she liked, rubbing that sweet spot inside over and over.

“Stop.”

The voice came from the chair in front of the hearth. Dominic sat there, clothed, his pose relaxed as he watched Ben fuck her.

They’d been married for five months. After a brief wedding trip to Italy to visit some of Dominic’s mother’s relatives, they’d returned and begun their life together. Ben was an important part of that life.

He’d fucked her before tonight. They’d done just about everything together, with a few exceptions, while Dominic watched or participated. One of her favorite memories was the night they’d gone to the opera. Ben had slowly slid to the floor during the performance, hidden by the drape over the banister of their box. He’d lifted Clari’s skirt and licked and teased her endlessly while Dominic had watched, absently stroking Ben’s hair. To anyone observing them it would have looked as if Dominic was simply talking to his wife, his hand on her knee. She’d come two or three times, and was so wet and boneless they had to leave during the intermission. Dominic had been so aroused that as soon as they got in the carriage he’d fucked her roughly from behind while Ben watched. That was the first time they’d tied her up, after they got home.

Ben stopped thrusting into her soaking cunt, his breathing labored. “Dom,” he panted, pleading. He’d been about to pull out and come, Clari could tell. Dominic could as well.

Dominic rose from his chair and walked over to the bed, lord of all he surveyed. Clari loved it when they played this game, when she and Ben had to do everything Dominic told them to. He looked at Ben and Ben pulled slowly out of her, groaning.

“Are you ready, Clari?” Dominic asked, his voice soft and tender. They had discussed this today, before Ben arrived.

Clari rolled over and laid her cheek on the bed. She reached out a hand to Dominic. He took it and raised it to his lips for a kiss. She nodded as he held her hand and looked into her eyes. She was ready, more than ready. She’d been fantasizing about this for months, begging them to do it. They hadn’t told Ben yet.

“Ready for what?” Ben asked, his voice still breathless.

Dominic let her hand drop and began to unbutton his waistcoat. Clari looked over her shoulder and saw Ben’s eyes narrow in speculation as he watched Dominic undress. He looked down at Clari watching him and his face split into a big grin.

“Damn me, is he finally going to let us all fuck?” he exclaimed, his excitement evident.

Clari laughed. “Yes, he is.”

Ben licked down the curve of her back, making Clari moan, then he nibbled on the cheek of her bottom and she cried out in mock protest. “I get this,” Ben purred, stroking both hands over her arse, placing kisses along the curve of it, licking the crease, wet with juice from their earlier fucking. Clari shivered at the erotic sensations.

“Did I say you could fuck my wife’s arse, Ben?” Dominic asked silkily.

Ben froze. He knew what Dominic wanted. They were still playing the game. “Please, Dom, please,” he begged in a low voice. “You’ve never let me before. I’m begging, please.” He leaned down and rubbed his cheek over her round bottom, his beard scratchy, his eyes closed with a look of adoration on his face. “I’ve watched you fuck it, Dom, listened to you tell me how tight and hot and marvelous it is.” He opened his eyes and leaned back on his haunches. “Please, Dom.”

Dominic’s smile was filled with anticipation. “Since you beg so sweetly, Ben, I will let you fuck Clari’s gorgeous bottom.” He placed both fists on the bed and leaned over until his lips were at Ben’s ear. “I’ll let you see for yourself how tight it is, how it hugs your long, hard cock and squeezes it until you beg for mercy. You’ve seen how much Clari likes it in the arse, Ben.” He turned his head to look at Clari. “And I know how good you are at fucking one.”

Clari shivered with lust. Dominic and Ben had alluded to the fact they’d fucked women together in the past. But they hadn’t fucked her together. Tonight she wanted both cocks inside her. Dominic had promised.

“Mine,” she whispered possessively, rising to her hands and knees, and gently pushing Dominic back until he stood with a grin. “Both cocks are mine tonight.”

Ben’s arms went around her waist and he hugged her tight as he kissed her back. Dominic just laughed.

“We’ve made you a greedy little thing, haven’t we, Ben?” Dominic asked as he whisked off his shirt and threw it to the floor.

“Thank God,” Ben breathed, licking and kissing the smooth skin of her back, his hands kneading her aching breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned in delight. He was so good, almost as good as Dominic.

When Dominic removed his pants Clari knew it wasn’t going to be a long fuck, which was fine with her. She was ready, so sensitive from her earlier orgasms she knew she would probably come as soon as they both entered her. Dominic’s cock was at its hardest, as long as it could get, and moisture was leaking continually from the slit in the full head. Watching her and Ben fuck, and knowing what was coming, had him as aroused as she and Ben were.

Dominic crawled onto the bed and propped his shoulders up on the pillows at the head. “Fuck her, and then I’ll enter her.”

Ben needed no other encouragement. He grabbed Clari around the waist and lifted her up, moving her so she was straddling Dominic. Clari was continually amazed at the strength of the two men. She knew she was not a small woman, but they made her feel almost delicate when they loved her.

Ben ruined her sweet thoughts when he unceremoniously shoved her facedown on Dominic’s stomach, pulling her hips up roughly so her behind was in the air. She grunted at the force of it. “And here I was thinking how strong and gentle you were,” she mumbled, and Dominic laughed. He ran a hand through her hair.

“You can’t expect him to be gentle now, love, not when he’s finally going to fuck your delicious bottom.”

“With you,” Ben growled, as he pressed his cock into her cunny. “I just need to get wet again, sweetheart,” he told her softly, thrusting deep several times, making her gasp. “I finally get to fuck her with you, Dominic. I get to feel your cock rubbing on mine as we both fuck her. God! I’ve been dreaming about it. Fucking Clari with you, sharing your wife, it’s been the most amazing sexual experience I’ve ever had. This is the ultimate gift.” He stopped for a moment, deep inside her, his breath ragged again. “Do you both understand how much it means to me, to be a part of your love? I see how much you love each other and the chance to be even a small part of it…” his voice faded, choked with emotion.

“Ben,” Clari said, her voice wavering, tears filling her eyes. “We love you, Ben. You are our best friend.”

Dominic’s hand caressed Ben’s at her waist, then rested on it. “Yes, Ben. You have been my best friend for a long time. Helping me to give Clari this, to watch her sexuality grow and develop, knowing that I never have to worry because you are there to help us, to share with us, to help me protect her and pleasure her. It means a great deal to me. More than you can ever know.”

“I hope you know one day, Ben,” Clari whispered. She rose to her hands and knees, closing her eyes as she imagined Dominic fucking a mystery woman with Ben, Ben’s wife, sharing the same intimacies Ben shared with them. She knew that she could accept that, perhaps even participate in it.

“Clari,” Ben whispered, his voice raw with blatant need.

Dominic rose, his weight on one arm as he reached up and stroked Clari’s jaw. “Yes, darling.” When she turned back to him he kissed her, at first tender, but their arousal was too close to the surface, their need too rough, too volatile. His kiss turned hard and demanding and his hand fisted in her hair, twisting her head to fuck her mouth better with his tongue, to bite her lips until she cried out.

Ben pulled out of Clari’s sheath and she felt the tip of his cock nudge her tight rear entrance as he positioned himself. She gasped against Dominic’s mouth, unconsciously relaxing her muscles, preparing to take Ben inside. He pressed and she moaned as the plump head of his cock breached her.

“Yes, Clari,” Dominic breathed, looking over her shoulder, watching Ben stroke into her. His hand trembled in her hair and she could hear the wonder in his voice. He wanted this as much as she and Ben, more probably. The waiting had been deliberate. He’d made them all mad for it by denying them this last pleasure. Perhaps it had been for the best. Clari felt as close to Ben now as Dominic did. This was truly a sharing between the three of them. If they hadn’t waited, it might not have held the special meaning it did tonight.

With one hard thrust Ben pushed into her to the hilt and Clari cried out at the pleasure of being filled. She loved to feel a cock there. Ben felt different than Dominic, longer, but not as thick. She’d noticed the difference when she’d first fucked him, first sucked his cock. He felt like…well, Ben. Just as Dominic felt like Dominic. Ben pulled out and stroked in, deep, but not too fast, the way she liked it.

“You’ve been studying Dominic’s technique,” she teased breathlessly. He thrust into her again and she bit her lip as her head fell back in rapture at the sweet assault.

“I’ve memorized the way he fucks you, Clari,” Ben whispered. “I fist my cock and come shouting when I’m home in my bed alone, remembering how you two look when he fucks your bottom for me.”

“Oh God.” Clari’s arms trembled and she started to lower herself but Dominic stopped her.

“I’ve got to get inside you, Clari,” Dominic whispered, his voice filled with desperate passion. “Ben…”

Dominic lay down and let Ben take over. It showed Clari more than anything how overcome Dominic was by this experience. Ben wrapped an arm around her waist and supported her against his chest as Dominic slid down and positioned his cock underneath them. Ben slowly lowered Clari, moving with her, within her, as she sheathed Dominic’s penis in her cunt. It was tight, tighter than it had ever been.

“God,” Dominic groaned, voicing her thoughts, “you’re so tight, Clari. Christ!” His back arched of the bed as he slid the last inch until he was seated fully within her.

Ben was breathing hard behind her, his arm locked around her waist, holding her still. She felt so full it was just this side of pain, the good side. How she loved the sting of it. She wanted to ride these two cocks until she screamed. She tried to move but both men protested, Ben’s arm tightening, Dominic’s hand flying to her waist to grip her there.

“No, Clari!” Dominic’s back arched again when she squeezed him with her inner muscles, her vagina clamping tight around him. He fell back to the bed with a groan. “I’m not going to last, it feels too good, it’s been too long since I’ve been inside a woman with Ben.”

“Don’t last,” Clari cried out. “I want to feel you fucking me. I want you both to come inside me.” She fought them. “Please, Dominic, please.” She was sobbing, and she didn’t care.

Ben spoke, his voice guttural with the effort to hold back. “She’s right, Dom. Christ, let’s fuck her hard and fast now. We can fuck her again later, slower. But right now I’ve got to give her what she begs for.”

“Do it,” Dominic’s voice lashed out. “Fuck her.” He pulled out and then slammed into her as Ben pulled out and she screamed at the pleasure of it, the pain of it. Ben slammed into her as Dominic pulled out, and Clari sobbed. The two men fucked her roughly, but their movements were smooth, choreographed, as if they’d done this dance before, many times. Clari reveled in their skill and expertise.

Dominic reached down and pressed his thumb against her swollen clitoris, each thrust of their cocks driving her against that pressure.

“I’m going to come, Dominic, I’m going to come,” she chanted, her breath panting, her voice hoarse.

“Yes, angel, do it, come,” he urged her. “I want to feel you squeeze us both as we fill you.”

Clari sobbed out his name as the spasms overtook her, like a wave gaining speed as it sped to shore, only to crash violently upon it. When the peak hit, she screamed again, the sound rough and desperate. She could feel her cunt and her rear strangling their cocks with the force of her orgasm, and both men cried out. Ben came first, slamming into her and shouting. It was the first time he’d come inside her while fucking her. He’d come in her mouth, but he wouldn’t risk it in her cunny, wouldn’t risk impregnating her, the scandal it might cause. But she could feel the heat of his semen as it filled her behind, and it made her clench tight on them again.

“Ben,” she keened, “God!”

Dominic’s neck arched and he gasped. “Christ! I can feel it.” And then his shoulders hunched as he cried out, and Clari felt his cock jerk inside her over and over, felt his cum run out of her and down her thighs as he filled her to overflowing.

It was darkest night when Clari woke to find herself cocooned between the two men. She didn’t remember much after she’d come again from Dominic’s climax. She didn’t feel sticky, so she guessed they’d cleaned her up. She smiled in the dark. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“What are you smiling about, minx?” Dominic whispered in the dark, and she looked up to see him smiling at her. She lay on his chest while Ben spooned her from behind.

“How you two take care of me,” she whispered back, and laid her head down again, listening to his heartbeat.

Dominic stroked her hair tenderly. “The first time I saw you, Clari, a little lost debutante hiding in Merwell’s woods, I knew you were the woman for me. I don’t know how I knew it, I just did. My soul must have recognized yours, seen a spirit and passion that could match my own. By the time I asked you to marry me—”

Clari laughed. “You didn’t ask, you told me I was going to,” she reminded him.

She could feel his smile in the dark even though she wasn’t looking at him. “Fine. By the time I told you you were going to marry me, I wanted you so much, I loved you so much…even if you couldn’t accept what I wanted. I hoped you would be strong enough, brave enough to be free with me, but even if you weren’t, I meant to have you.”