O wen’s arms tightened around Zee’s naked form as he carried her into Simon’s bedroom, her laughter echoing through the chamber. He playfully tossed her onto the bed, and she landed with a bounce that sent ripples across the soft linens.
“Owen! You brute!” She giggled, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she looked from him to Simon. “I’m eager to see what more you two have planned for me.”
As if driven by her words, Owen and Simon exchanged a knowing glance before they tore at their clothing with an urgency that spoke of their desperation to be with her. Piece by piece, the garments fell to the floor, revealing the hard cocks they could no longer ignore.
“Xenia, you have us both wrapped around your finger... and inside other parts,” Simon added with a deep chuckle.
Owen couldn’t help but laugh, even as he felt the weight of his own desire threatening to overwhelm him. “Yes, Zee, you’ve got us both right where you want us.”
She bit her lip, watching them with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Owen wondered what she thought about the way they treated her. Did she like when Simon became bossy? He trusted her outspoken manner to say something if she was unhappy or uncomfortable.
She propped herself on her arms. “Then don’t keep me waiting. Show me how badly you want me.”
Simon’s eyes gleamed as he looked at Owen. “Restrain her wrists above her head.”
Owen hesitated only for a moment before complying, his grip firm yet gentle around Zee’s delicate wrists. He could feel the heat of her skin against his own and sensed her submission to their desires. As he held her there, he positioned himself so that he could watch Simon’s next move.
“Is this to your liking, my lord?” she purred, opening her legs to him.
“Very much so.” A slow smile spread across Simon’s face.
As Owen watched his friend take control, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
Would Simon expect to be in charge every time they gathered at his house now?
The thought made him uneasy. While watching Zee submit to another’s command was undeniably arousing, he wasn’t eager to follow orders himself.
He considered the possibility of sneaking her away to his own home, where they could make love on their own terms. But first, he knew he needed to discuss the matter with Simon.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sensual tableau before him. Simon’s powerful hands glided over Zee’s exposed, quivering flesh, her eyes half-lidded and lips parted. He alternated deep pressure with featherlight touches, judging from the impressions around his fingers.
“Tell me what you want, Xenia,” Simon said, dipping his head to taste her open cunny with a languid lick, eliciting a soft moan from Zee’s throat.
He lifted her legs gently, pushing them apart and leaving her vulnerable to his every whim.
Owen felt a surge of arousal at the sight, his heart pounding in time with the rapid beat of Zee’s pulse in her wrists.
“Please, Simon, I want... I need...” she gasped.
“Go on,” Simon urged. He traced his fingertips along her inner thighs, spreading her wetness and lightly grazing her clit in a teasing touch that left her writhing beneath his hand. “You have no trouble telling us what to do. What do you want?”
“Touch me... there,” she finally managed to whisper, her cheeks flushed at the admission. She looked as though she had bared not only her body but her soul to the two men who held her in their command.
“Such a good girl,” Simon praised, rewarding her honesty with a firmer caress of her delicate flesh. His movements were deliberate, designed to stoke the flames of her passion until it consumed her.
Simon’s eyes met Owen’s as he positioned himself at Zee’s entrance. A surge of excitement rippled through him, and Owen couldn’t help but hold his breath in anticipation, as if it was his cock going in. With a firm grip on her hips, Simon looked deeply into her eyes.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Simon thrust inside her, filling her completely. The moan that escaped her lips was music to Owen’s ears, a symphony of pleasure that stirred him to his core.
“Attend to Owen now, dear girl,” Simon instructed.
Owen released her wrists and crawled closer to her head. She stretched out her arm, her eyes heavy with lust, her fingers wrapping around his length as she guided him toward her mouth. Her lips parted, and Owen felt the warmth of her breath on his skin just before she took him into her mouth.
“God, Zee...” Owen moaned, unable to contain his pleasure. Her mouth was like velvet, soft and welcoming, but it was her wicked tongue that truly drove him mad. It danced along his length, teasing and tantalizing him with every stroke.
“Beautiful,” Simon murmured, his own pleasure evident as he continued to move within her. “You’re both so beautiful together.”
The room seemed to pulse with an electric current, the air thick with desire and anticipation as the two men stroked in and out of Zee. Owen’s heart raced, his breath coming in shallow pants as he watched his cock sliding between her lips.
Suddenly Simon withdrew and crossed the room, rummaging in a drawer beside the bed.
Moaning in satisfaction, he held up a vial.
Owen’s eyes widened as recognition dawned—it was oil, and he knew what they intended to do next.
His cock twitched with renewed vigor at the thought of taking Zee in her bottom.
He’d toyed with her with his fingers, and was eager to feel that tight passage around his cock.
“Are you ready for this?” Simon asked, his eyes burning with intensity.
“More than ready. More importantly, is she?” Owen asked.
Simon nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “I told her recently that you would soon pleasure her there.”
Owen pulled his erection out of her mouth. “Is that so, Zee? Are you eager for more than a finger in that beautiful arse?”
Her eyes widened, and she looked to where Simon had resumed his spot between her legs. She licked her lips, nodding as if she wasn’t quite certain.
The wind in a tree outside cast shadows on the walls as Simon climbed onto the bed, his eyes alight with a sensual hunger.
He moved between Zee’s spread thighs. Holding the vial of oil in one hand, he poured a bit onto his fingers and rubbed his hands together, warming the slick substance.
“Grab your knees and lift your hips, dear.”
She did, and Owen could see her glistening cunny now. He licked his lips and fisted his cock.
“Are you certain this is what you want?” Simon asked softly.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
Simon’s touch was slow and deliberate as he played with her sensitive entrance, preparing her for what was to come. He teased her for a few minutes, touching her everywhere but concentrating on the one spot.
Suddenly Simon crawled up the bed and lay beside Zee, tossing Owen the vial of oil, which he caught with ease. When he was comfortable, he stroked his erection and said to Zee, “Come here.”
As she straddled him, she lowered herself onto his throbbing cock, her moans mingling with his as they found their rhythm.
Owen moved to stand near Simon’s feet and waited.
“Lean down upon me, love,” Simon said, running his hands up her back as he urged her to relax.
She complied, lying on top of Simon so that their bodies melded together. Simon wrapped his arms around her, spreading her and revealing her tight entrance to Owen. “You know what to do.”
Owen’s heart raced as he crawled between Simon’s thighs, eying the cock so deep in Zee’s sheath.
He brushed his fingertips over her back, savoring the softness of her skin, anticipating what he was about to do.
Not only would he be in her delightful bottom, he and Simon would be inside her at the same time.
He opened the bottle of oil. “I’ll be gentle, Zee. ”
“Hurry,” she urged, a sultry smile gracing her lips as she looked over her shoulder at him.
With a nod, he poured a small amount of oil onto her bottom. His large, rough fingers spread the slick substance, gradually softening her. As he eased his finger inside her, the erotic sound of her gasp filled the room. She clenched around him, her body reacting instinctively to the intrusion.
“Relax, love,” Simon murmured from beneath her, his reassuring touch caressing her hip.
Her exhale was shaky, her muscles yielding to Owen’s slow and deliberate movements. Encouraged by her response, Owen continued preparing her. The rhythm of her moans matched the tempo of his thrusts, a sensual symphony building between them.
As he continued toying with her, the pitch of her moans rose. “Owen... please.”
“Patience,” he said. “I want to be sure your body is ready for me.”
With a steadying breath, Owen positioned himself at Zee’s entrance, the tension in his body palpable as he prepared for their intimate union. “Relax, Zee. I’ll go slow... and if it hurts too much, tell me, and we’ll stop.”
“Thank you, Owen,” she whispered, peering over her shoulder, trusting and vulnerable. “I need to feel both of you inside me... at once, I want nothing more than to have you both come inside me.”
Her words sent a jolt of lust through Owen, and he clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to thrust hard into her. He knew he needed to be gentle, to give her time to adjust to this unfamiliar sensation. With a small nod, he pushed forward slowly.
“Are you all right, love?” he asked, his gaze searching her face for any sign of discomfort.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, her fingers digging into Simon’s shoulders.
“All right then. We’ll take it slow, together.”
Owen fought to not move too quickly, and Simon lay still beneath Zee, but she wriggled between them. “Owen... Simon... I love you both. Don’t stop.”
Sweat beaded on his brow, and despite the intense pleasure coursing through him, he focused wholly on going slowly, ensuring her comfort.
“Easy now, love,” he whispered, pushing in just a little more, then withdrawing slightly before sinking back in.
Each time he did this, he went deeper, her body gradually relaxing around him until he was fully sheathed within her.
Zee panted, her eyes glazed over with desire as she adjusted to the sensation of having both men inside her simultaneously. She tilted her head back, baring her throat, as if offering herself up completely to their shared passion.
“Are you ready?” Simon asked, his voice laced with concern as he met Owen’s gaze.
“More than ready,” Owen replied, his chest tightening with anticipation.
He could feel Simon’s cock through the thin barrier separating them, and again, the knowledge that they were both buried inside her sent shivers down his spine.
Sharing Zee this way was everything to him, a perfect solution to both of them loving her.
“Then let us begin,” Simon murmured, his hands gripping Zee’s hips as he began to move within her.
The three friends moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that seemed almost natural, as if they had been doing this for years rather than minutes. The wet, sloppy sounds of their union filled the room, punctuated by her moans and gasps of delight.
“More... please,” Zee begged. “I need more.”
Owen met Simon’s gaze, and they shared a silent understanding, increasing their pace. One sliding in as the other slid out. Zee threw her head back, her moans growing louder with each thrust from both men.
With a shuddering cry, Zee succumbed to her orgasm, her body quaking with the force of it. Owen and Simon continued their quest for release, and when Zee’s utterings became squeaks, he wondered if she came again.
The idea broke him, wrenched all control from him, and he thought he would black out. His body trembled, and he heard Simon cry out as he came, too. He held himself above Zee to keep from crushing her, then rolled to one side, where he lay until he could draw in a complete breath again.
He went to the basin and dampened a cloth, and wiped himself before cleaning Zee’s glorious body. He could spend hours just looking at her, especially when she was languid and well-loved. “Are you well, Zee?”
“I’m delighted.” She practically purred, her smile drowsy and content as she cuddled against Simon’s chest. “I never imagined it could be like this.”
“Neither did we,” Simon admitted, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.
“Promise me we’ll never lose this,” she begged, looking from one man to the other.
Owen and Simon exchanged a glance before answering in unison, “We promise.”
Setting aside the wet cloth, Owen returned to lie next to the others, content to just savor the moment. He might have drowsed, he wasn’t sure, and the others were so quiet he thought they napped, too. At some point Zee had shifted to lie between them, resting her head now on Owen’s chest.
He gazed at the flickering shadows cast by the fading sunlight on the bedroom wall, feeling Zee’s steady breath against his skin and Simon’s arm draped over her waist. The serenity of the moment wrapped around them like a warm embrace, providing a haven from the world outside.
Not checking to see if anyone was awake, he mused aloud. “Have you ever thought about what it will be like in the future? We three, together like this?”
Zee shifted slightly, resting her chin on his chest to meet his eyes. “I think about it all the time. The laughter, the love... the understanding we share.”
Simon’s hand smoothed over Zee’s back as he added, “It’s not something I ever would’ve imagined, but now that we have it, I can’t imagine living any other way.”
A smile tugged at the corners of Owen’s mouth as he looked from Zee to Simon, his heart swelling with affection for them both. “We’re lucky, you know? To have found each other like this. To have built this trust, this connection, between us.”
“More than lucky,” she agreed. “Destined, perhaps.”
Ever the voice of logic, Simon said, “We must tread carefully. There’s too much at stake if we’re discovered. But there’s no doubt in my mind that we’re worth fighting for.”
Owen nodded. “We’ll navigate whatever challenges come our way, side by side.”
“Or sandwiched between the two of you,” Zee teased lightly, drawing a chuckle from both men.
But at that moment, Owen wasn’t concerned about the unknown ahead of them. He was content to simply enjoy what they shared.