A Desconian Happily Ever After (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page B

cock into her body, her pussy pulsing around him as he built a gentle rhythm. It felt truly amazing. She was trapped, she knew she couldn’t go anywhere if Kallum didn’t want her to, but the trust she felt for both men made her feel safe, cherished, loved.
    Nasty flashes of memory beat at her brain, but they no longer had any power. They could no longer hurt her. She had so many more positive experiences that overlaid the trauma that the fear was absent, the familiar spiral toward panic almost completely gone.
    She lifted her legs, wrapping them around Kallum’s hips, grinning when he gave her a startled look that melted into one of pure pleasure. He moved faster, starting to pound into her the way Drew had done in the kitchen earlier. But this time, when her peak came and pleasure threw her into the abyss of pure sensation there were no tears, only love, and wonder, and a sense of peace she’d never believed possible.
    Kallum held her close, murmuring words of love as she slowly came down from such an incredible high. Eventually he rolled off her, his grin widening when Drew rolled her onto her side and then reached for the lube.
    The slippery pressure against her anus was strange, not quite painful but not very appealing either. She held still, trying to relax, remembering all the times she watched Drew and Kallum make love. She gasped when Kallum slid down the bed and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hard peak, the sensation sending lightning bolts of pleasure to her clit, her ass pulsing in response. Drew pushed a single finger inside her back passage, the gentle invasion nudging all of her nerve endings to vivid life.
    The second finger hurt more than she expected, but the gentle bite on her nipple distracted her, the strange pleasure-pain giving her a new understanding of the world and her own desires. She giggled as she pushed back, the needy response completely unexpected.
    “That’s it, baby. Soon it’ll be my cock sliding into your ass.” Drew moved her closer to Kallum, urging her to rest her head on his chest and her knee over his legs. It opened her wide, her ass and pussy throbbing as she imagined the sight she made for Drew.
    He wriggled his fingers inside her ass, the muscles seeming to loosen, accepting his invasion more easily, her anus opening to his attentions. She was pushing back, unable to control her own responses when he removed his fingers. She whimpered at the loss, uncertain how to fill her incredible need.
    “Just relax,” Drew said as he rolled her fully onto her stomach. Kallum made room for her to be comfortable and then lay down at her side once more.
    “You’re going to love this,” Kallum said as Drew’s cock, slippery with lube, pressed against her back passage.
    He took his time, driving her pleasure higher as he eased in a little, pulled back, and then gently pushed in a little deeper, his cock seeming to drag against nerve endings she’d never really noticed before. Finally he pushed to the hilt, his cock deep in her ass, his moan of arousal sending an echo of his pleasure through her as well.
    He held still, letting her adjust, waiting for the incredible pleasure that Kallum had once told her about. Slowly the feeling changed, the slight discomfort melting into something more beautiful than she had words to describe. Drew groaned, starting to move inside her, pulling away only to thrust back in, his own need seeming to override his control.
    She tightened her muscles around him, deliberately squeezing his cock.
    “Baby,” he said on a gasping breath, “don’t do that.”
    “Why not?” she asked in a voice that she hoped made it clear that she knew exactly what she was doing.
    “Because I can barely hold back now.”
    “Don’t hold back,” she said, feeling the last of her fear melt away. “I love you. I trust you, and I want you to fuck me hard.”
    He made a strangled noise, apparently looking to Kallum for reassurance.