Chapter 3 #2
He does. He probably says no to more than the other two combined. Michael is our voice of reason, always. We affectionately call him our group’s dad. But he will only say no to me if it’s to keep me safe.
I have no doubt that he’s going to say yes to everything I have in mind right now.
I climb into his lap, straddling his thighs. His hands rest hot and heavy on my thighs. I lay my phone on the cushion next to us and hit the button to call Crew.
Crew answers after only one ring.
“Hey, Dani girl. We are on our way. As soon as we get a hold of someone who can charter a flight for us, we’ll know where and when we’re gonna stop.”
It’s the middle of the freaking night. It’s not a big surprise they’re having trouble getting someone on the phone to arrange a flight for them.
“Okay. But there’s one more thing I need from you tonight.”
“Anything.”
I knew that would be his answer. But what I’m going to ask him for Crew will always say yes to with enthusiasm.
“I need an orgasm.”
There’s a beat of silence. I clearly surprised him. Then he says, “Of course. Where’s Michael?”
“He’s right here. I want you to be a part of this. And I want you to put this on speaker so that Nathan can hear. But he doesn’t get to say anything.”
Crew gives a choked laugh. “Dani, he feels really bad about this, you know. That’s just mean.”
“Well, it’s kind of like when one of you watches at home. You know how much I like that.”
We have had sex in just about every single location, combination, and position we can think of. With three men, there is a plethora of things I get that a typical woman with just one man simply doesn’t. I am beyond spoiled. And I take advantage of that as often as I can.
One of the hottest things is when two of my men take care of me while one watches.
I also enjoy it when that one directs the scene.
But that’s not what this is going to be. I am going to torture Nathan a little bit. I’ll admit it.
Yes, I am a little pissed at him. And yes, this will make him sorry.
But also, this will be fun for all of us. Him included. Oh, he’ll be on edge and growly about this while it’s going on, but deep down he’ll enjoy it.
“Since you’re not here for any hands-on fun, you’ll have to use your words,” I tell Crew. I run my hands up and down the side of Michael’s neck. He’s watching me with a heavy lidded, hot stare. “Michael will do whatever you tell him to.”
Crew clears his throat. “And what about you? Will you do whatever I tell you to?”
That goes without saying. They all know that I’m very obedient. Unless the evening calls for me to be a brat. That can be fun too. But tonight I’m feeling very tell me what to do.
“Of course.”
“Then let’s switch this over to video.”
I hit the button as I hear Nathan growl, “You have to be fucking kidding.”
“Just ignore us, Nathan,” I tell him.” You know, like you ignored the plan to come straight to Aspen after the game.”
“Danielle,” he says. His tone is a mix of exasperation and pain.
“Can you see me Crew?” I ask, cutting Nathan off.
“Down a little.”
I position the phone against the arm of the couch where I’m straddling Michael.
Then Crew says, “Damn. Yeah, I can see you. What are you wearing?”
“One of the new things I bought for the trip. That Nathan won’t get to see.”
“Your tits look fantastic in that,” Crew says.
I arch my back slightly and turn toward the camera. “They do, don't they?”
“Goddamnit,” I hear Nathan mutter. Though obviously it’s loud enough I can hear it over the phone.
“This isn’t our shy little bookworm,” Crew says to him.
“I don’t want to know,” Nathan says. “I’m trying to fucking drive here.”
“Fair enough. I won’t tell you how she’s straddling Michael on the couch, in a mostly see-through black negligée with her tits exposed, nipples hard, sweet ass cheek just right there begging to be pinked up.”
“Crew,” Nathan says, with warning in his tone.
“How are you just sitting there and not sucking on those gorgeous nipples, Doc?” Crew asks. “Get busy man.”
Michael grips my waist in his big hands and lifts me slightly so that my breasts are right in front of his face.
“Are you sure you want Crew directing the scene?” he asks in his deep voice.
I grin down at him, my hands resting on his shoulders. “For sure,” I say. “I’m going to have you deep, fucking me hard. But we can share it with Crew. The poor guy.”
Michael gives a little humming noise that is, I suppose, acquiescence. Then his hot, firm lips close around my nipple. He licks, then sucks.
I groan. “Yes.”
“Play with your other nipple,” Crew tells me.
I lift my hand and start toying with the nipple closest to the camera.
“Oh you like it harder than that. Come on sweet girl. Make yourself feel good. Do it like I was there,” Crew encourages.
He’s right. All of my men know me very well which makes the sex amazing every single time. Even when we’re trying something new, they inherently know exactly how hard, how fast, how much I can take.
I pull on my nipple and then twist, imagining that it’s Crew’s hand on that side while Michael works my other side with his mouth.
“Is your pussy clenching?” Crew asks.
“Yes,” I tell him, slightly breathless already.
“Hand in your panties,” he tells me. “Don’t play with your clit. Just one finger in your cunt. Show me how wet you are.”
I watch Michael sucking on my nipple, look over at Crew and also imagine Nathan, his jaw, tight, gripping the steering wheel, listening to all of this.
I trail my hand down the front of the negligée and into the barely-there panel of the thong. I bypass my clit as instructed, and slide my middle finger into my pussy.
After three years of being very well fucked regularly by three very well endowed men, one finger is nothing more than a tease. But I am very wet. I slide it deep, then drag it out, making a little purring sound. I hold it out in front of the camera for Crew.
“Good girl,” Crew praises. “Now lick it clean.”
I knew that was coming. I lift my hand to my mouth and slide my finger slowly past my lips. I suck then pull it back out, running my finger over my bottom lip. “Wish that was someone’s tongue,” I say.
I hear three groans.
“You gotta lose the outfit,” Crew says. “It’s gorgeous, but I need to see you. Get her naked, Michael.”
Michael’s hands go to the bow between my shoulder blades and he pulls it loose. I let the silky material slide off as Michael tugs the silk free from my breasts. I shift to one side then the other as Michael works the thong down my legs.
He tosses it all on the couch beside us, and I settle back on his lap completely naked.
“Well there’s really only one way to do this if I want to see everything. Which I do,” Crew says. “You’re gonna have to take Michael deep while facing out so I can see your pretty cunt spread around his cock, your tits bouncing, your gorgeous face when you come.”
“Jesus Christ!” Nathan swears in the background.
I lean down and kiss Michael. His big hand encircles the back of my neck, holding me close as he deepens the kiss.
“Thank you for this,” I tell him when I lift my head.
“Cookie,” he says tightly. “This is hardly a favor.” He squeezes the back of my neck. “But I need to be inside you.” He drops his hand to my ass and squeezes. “Unless you want me in your ass. We can fill your pussy with a vibrator.”
My whole body clenches. I swallow hard. “I…” I take a breath. “I have a plug in.”
I hear Crew groan and Michael’s eyes flare with heat. His hand steals around, his thick middle finger running between my ass cheeks, finding the bejeweled head of the new butt plug I bought for tonight. “It looks like a Christmas tree ornament,” I tell him.
He taps it and my pussy clenches.
“Let’s see.” He lifts me up off his lap and turns me.
“Me too!” Crew yells from the phone.
“You fuckers,” Nathan calls.
Grinning smugly I turn in front of Michael and bend, bracing my hands on the coffee table.
“Oh, that’s fucking gorgeous,” Michael says. He runs a hand over my ass.
“Our good dirty girl,” Crew praises.
“Sending you a photo, Nathan,” Michael says.
I gasp and quickly look at him over my shoulder.
He shrugs. “He does not deserve to miss this sight. No matter what he did.”
“I kind of want you to tease her and drag this out,” Crew says. “But if I was there, she’d be full of cock, in her pussy and mouth, immediately. You want it bad, don’t you sweetheart?”
I nod. “I do. I’m so ready.”
“I can see how wet you are from here.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I admit. “I’ve been wet since I got on the plane.”
“You didn’t beg Doc to take care of you on the flight?” Crew asks. “Because I guarantee he would have eaten you out right there on those expensive leather seats.”
It’s happened before. But I shake my head. “I was waiting until we were all together.”
“Goddammit,” I hear Nathan say again.
“But you’re not going to wait anymore?” Crew asks.
I pout. “No. I need to be fucked, Crew.”
“That’s my girl,” Crew says as the other two men groan. “You’re gonna ride Michael’s cock so good for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
“Prop the phone on the table,” Crew orders.
Michael hands me the phone and I lean it against the bottle of wine.
Michael’s hands are on my hips a moment later, pulling me back into his lap. He got rid of his clothes at some point. “How’s that look?” he asks Crew as I spread my legs straddling Michael’s thighs, facing the phone.
“Fucking gorgeous.” I can see Crew perfectly on the screen. He runs a hand over his face. “This is such an amazingly hot, horrible idea. I’m going to be so damned uncomfortable until we can stop somewhere and I can jerk off.”
“Jesus, shut the fuck up,” Nathan says.
I want to see Nathan too, but it’s also sexy just being able to hear him.
I brace my hands on Michael’s thighs and lift myself. “I need you,” I tell him.
“I’m all yours.”
I feel him grip his cock underneath me. I lift a bit higher, shift back, then lower myself on his hard, thick length.
“Oh, God,” I moan as I sink down.
“Fuck, Cookie,” Michael groans as I take him.
“Yes, good girl,” Crew says.
Michael is a big man anyway, and the plug makes the fit even tighter. Exactly as planned. It feels amazing. Not as good as when I’m filled with two cocks, but pretty great. I close my eyes and lift and lower myself again.
“Sit up. Let me see you,” Crew orders. “I want every inch on display.”
I push up. Michael helps with hands on my waist. I stare right at the phone as I cup both breasts, pinching my nipples. Then I drop a hand to my clit and circle. “Like this?” I ask Crew.
“Fuck yes. Now move. Fuck him, Dani. Use that cock and make yourself come.”
I do as I’m told.
Michael’s hands replace mine on my nipples and clit.
He works me in all my most sensitive places while I move and Crew says filthy things about what a good girl I am, how hot and slutty I look, how great I look fucking my husband while another man watches.
It doesn’t matter that the other man is also my husband.
The very naughty part of my brain that these men brought to life loves when they talk like that.
It’s only a few minutes before my orgasm starts to coil.
“Oh, God, Michael.”
“Fuck, Dani, baby, I’m almost there,” Michael tells me tightly.
“Yes. Me. Too,” I pant.
“Oh, you’re going to come for us,” Crew tells me. “And then you’re going to take all of Michael’s come deep in your pussy.”
“Oh God!” My whole body clenches.
“That’s right, dirty girl. Come on that cock. You can scream it out. There’s no one to hear you except me and Nathan.”
The reminder that all three of my men are “here” with me, and that Crew and Nathan are probably hard and aching, sends me over the edge.
“Yes! Oh, God! Yes!” I come hard, screaming the way I can’t at home now with the kids down the hall but the way I always loved to let go before.
Michael grips my hips hard and hammers up into me. He comes less than a minute later.
“Fuck! Dani!” His fingers dig in as he holds me through his climax.
Then pulls me back against his chest and kisses my neck.
I loop an arm around his neck and take a deep breath.
“Feel better?” he asks, gruffly.
I laugh. “Much.” I look toward the phone.
“Did you enjoy that?” I ask Crew.
“Fuck yes.”
Michael is running his hand over my stomach. He murmurs in my ear. “You look very pleased with yourself, Cookie.”
I grin, pleased with myself. “Was that hot?”
I’m really asking all of them.
“Oh, yeah,” Crew says.
Nathan swears. “Fucking hot and frustrating.”
“That was very hot.” Michael nuzzles my neck. “You know we all love you very much.”
I nod. “I know.”
“And you know that you’re going to be very sore by the time we leave this cabin. You were going to be anyway, but now Nathan will feel the need to make some things up to you.”
I take a deep, contented breath. “Yeah, I’d better be.”