Sharing Hannah

My body recoiled in confusion. My eyes fluttered open, and I could see the others had left the couch and were standing beside us.

“Or you could stay…” offered Adam, staring down me. “We could take you into that bed,” he pointed, “and spend the night with us.”

I swallowed hard, to get past the lump in my throat. It wasn’t working.

“But you have to want it,” said Trey, his big arms folded across his gorgeous chest. He was still wearing the plain white T-shirt that was beneath his button-down. “That’s our rule. You have to tell us, just to be sure.”

Dante had stopped for a moment, bringing me back to reality. Leaving me sitting there in his lap, staring at the three incredible men surrounding me in a little triangle. They were waiting on me now. I could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, their hearts thundering away in their thick chests.

“I want this…” I said, my voice breaking. “But forget about telling you.”

They stared back uncertainly as I abruptly stood up. Then I took Adam and Trey, each by one hand.

“Let me show you…” I finished, pulling them toward the open bedroom.

Eight

“HANNAH”

I made it halfway to the bedroom area before they took me. Suddenly I was being lifted; carried by not two, but four strong arms. Deposited onto the bed and stripped bare by six eager hands, all moving in different directions, but all with the same sizzling intent.

The bed was soft, the loft darkened. I felt my feet go up and my legs spread impossibly wide… a pillow placed gently beneath my head just as a hot, hungry mouth lowered itself over my dripping pussy.

Are you out of your fucking mind, Brooke?

The voice in my head was sounding more and more angry with me. By this point, I was far past caring. I’d surrendered to the idea that I was trying this, if not with my mind, at least with my body. That knowing the pleasure of three men — all at the sam

e time — would make my article on polyamory that much better.

Yeah, right.

I sucked air through my teeth in a hiss of pleasure as two new mouths closed over my bare breasts. Trey was between my legs, devouring me with all the enthusiasm of this being his first time. He was licking… sucking… dragging his tongue over my swollen womanhood in broad, sweeping strokes before spreading me gently with two thumbs and plunging back inside me.

God…

Inwardly I knew the truth: that my succumbing to these three ripped, musclebound men had nothing to do with my article and everything to do with me. In truth I was lonely. Horny. And after long months where I’d only let my fingers do the walking? Desperate for some hot male attention.

It apparently didn’t matter to me that the attention came in triplicate. I’d resigned to take every last ounce of pleasure from these guys that I could. Every penultimate moment before my aching release, every screaming orgasm. I wanted to be breathless and spent and sated. Left delirious with the surge of those wonderful endorphins, swimming through my brain.

And when I’d finally finished taking what was mine? I wanted nothing more than to spread myself wide for them. To give each one of my three lovers any part of my body that they wanted.

Right now I was focused on the three warm mouths giving me pleasure. Two swirling tongues tasted the rims of my stippled areolae, flicking wickedly across my two nipples as Trey added a finger to the mix.

I was writhing. Twisting. Pulling their heads against my chest while trying to squeeze my thighs shut against the thrumming of my swollen clit. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt the shift of a body climbing onto the bed. Trey lifted my legs over his shoulders, positioning the head of what felt to be a very thick cock… right at my glistening entrance.

I craned my neck up so I could see him. I wanted to watch. To visually enjoy the moment, so I could forever burn it into my memory. The others sensed this and stopped, leaning back to watch as well.

“You ready?”

I bit my lip and nodded. His cock looked absolutely incredible; all thick and straight and hard. Gripping it by the base, he dragged it up and down through my dripping slit a few times, soaking it in the process. By the time he finished, the head and shaft looked coated in warm honey.

“I’m read—”

The rest of my sentence ended in a whimper, as Trey thrust forward and impaled me with his cock.

“OHHHHH…”

It was just like coming home.