Marie Harte - Raising the Bar

Dylan jumped to his feet and hugged them both so tight she had to squirm, for fear of being crushed. “Not bright, my ass! I love you two too. Two too. Ha.”

He sounded punch-drunk, but Freddy was beyond caring. “What?” she squeaked.

Dylan swooped down and kissed her, and she felt like a feather, light on her feet.

Then she realized Dylan had her in his arms as he carried her down the hallway.

“Why do I have the feeling that I was the only one suffering while you two carried on without me?” Dylan asked moments later, trying to sound stern but coming off as an aroused lover. He had a hard-on and his gaze couldn’t seem to stay off Harper’s now-naked chest or her pert nipples.

“I couldn’t let her suffer, Doc,” Harper excused. “Not when I knew you’d be coming back to us after you overthought everything. Told you, Freddy.”

She giggled, actually giggled, then sighed when Dylan kissed her again. He left her to kiss Harper, and she quickly got naked, in love and in lust with her lovers.

Harper groaned and pulled Dylan’s hips closer. Freddy moved behind Dylan, sandwiching him between them.

“That’s right, Dylan. In fact, Harper just fucked me on the kitchen counter in my house. He was so big, so thick. And he came hard inside me.”

Dylan groaned and reached behind him, only to feel her naked waist.

He turned in a heartbeat and kissed her, feeling her breasts and lingering on her nipples. He had a thing for her chest, and it didn’t surprise her when he laid her back on his bed and sucked her nipples into taut little beads.

“Fuck. I want you two so much. Been so hard without you,” he moaned.

Behind him, Harper finished taking off his clothes. Then he started stripping Dylan.

“I’d say you’re hard with us, right now,” Freddy teased and reached between them to graze his arousal. “Let us have you, Dylan. Right now.”

“And tomorrow,” Harper added, pulling at Dylan’s pants.

“And the next day.” Freddy had listened to Harper’s concerns about Dylan. She knew what he’d said to be true. She and Harper might have some experience with a true ménage, but Dylan was a newbie. They’d need to go easy on him.

But not tonight.

Dylan’s breath caught and she grinned. “Tell me, Doc. What’s he doing?”

“Shit. He just parted my ass, now he’s rimming me. Sticking those fat fingers into me.”

Underneath him, Freddy moaned and writhed, her nipples so friggin’ tight. Dylan stopped talking and sucked harder. The man just loved her firm, feminine body and Harper’s strong, muscular frame—or so he’d continually told them before leaving them.

“Need to fuck you,” Harper growled. “Your ass is mine tonight.” Harper had been so good, waiting. Letting Freddy take control. God, she loved him so much.

“And your cock is mine,” Freddy promised Dylan, her heart ablaze when he pulled back and looked down at her. “We missed you, Doc.”

He blinked to clear the tears misting his vision. She liked that, so much. “Not more than I missed you two. I wanted to chalk up these intense feelings as lingering effects from the newness of it all. The incredible sex. Hell, just being around you pretty people is reason enough to want more. But, Jesus, I missed you so much. Harper’s actually a funny guy.” He groaned. “When he’s not driving me out of my mind. Lube me already. I’m not going to take long to come. Not with these tits and that cunt under me,” he rasped and licked his lips. Oh, the dirty talk. He’s crazy in lust. “Freddy, you are without a doubt my every dream come true in a woman. I want to lick your tats with my tongue. I want to fuck your ass, your pussy, that mouth…”

“Yes. My mouth. I think that’s exactly what you need.”

Harper pulled him back and she scooted out from under him. She stood on the bed and spread her thighs. “Why don’t we start with a treat? You two can take turns.” She fingered her folds and spread them for her men, showing them her hard clit.

Dylan didn’t wait. He latched on to her and sucked and stroked. Then he stopped and Harper took over. Lingering caresses on her thighs and ass thrilled her, but no more than the love in their eyes when they watched her rise to rapture.

She came with Dylan’s mouth over her and Harper’s fingers inside her.

“You cheated,” she accused them when she could breathe again. Harper just grinned at her, and she vowed to make him pay. “Harper, in that chair. Get yourself nice and slick.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he intoned. “She has a thing for control, man,” he said to Dylan. “It’s so hot. She really gets into it.”

“The boots. Has she worn them again?” Dylan asked in a rough voice. His cock was so thick and flushed. Her poor man needed relief.

“Oh yeah.” Harper licked his lips. “Hell. Hold on.” He spun Dylan to face him and dropped to his knees. Then his mouth was over Dylan, and he was blowing him with loud sucking moans.

Dylan closed his eyes, and she was painfully aroused by the sound of his desperate moans.

“Harper, not yet,” Freddy insisted.

“You’re a cruel, cruel woman.” Dylan swore when Harper left him hanging, literally. His cock bobbed and was bigger than Freddy had ever seen it. “I swear, you look at me wrong, I’ll come,” Dylan threatened, sweating.

Harper laughed and sat in the chair she’d nodded to. The thing was big enough to seat him and Dylan. She saw him lube himself nice and slick, then she led Dylan by the hand to his side.

“Sit on him, facing me.”

Dylan’s breathing increased, and the pleasure on his face nearly did her in. He looked so excited, so incredibly beautiful, caught in the forefront of bliss.

With Harper’s and her help, Dylan poised over Harper’s thick cock. Freddy gripped the base of Harper’s cock, loving the feel of him so slick. And then Dylan worked himself over Harper, sliding slowly down that fat shaft, his back to Harper’s front.

“Jesus. So good.” Harper groaned and gripped Dylan’s hips, easing him down.

Dylan was moaning, pleading to give Freddy anything she wanted if only she’d let him come. And then she gave him what he wanted. As Harper slowly controlled Dylan’s movements up and down his shaft, Freddy grazed Harper’s balls.

He shoved up into Dylan so hard Dylan cried out. She spotted the small burst of seed jetting from Dylan’s slit and knew he’d nearly reached his peak.

“I love you, Dylan.” She put her hands on his thighs and took him into her mouth just as Harper cried out and came.

And Dylan was with him. He filled her mouth and her heart, a rush of pleasure that tasted like the perfect mix of desire and ecstasy. Awash in the scent and feel of her lovers, she sucked Dylan and licked him clean, then nuzzled Harper’s balls and stroked his thighs until he stiffened again and moaned.

“Harper, you’re impressive,” she purred.

Dylan lay limply, and she scooted closer to him to hug him tight. She smothered him against Harper, but he didn’t seem to mind. Sprawled over Harper, his ass still speared by that thick shaft, and replete with his own orgasm, Dylan’s angelic smile had her falling in love with him all over again.

“This won’t be easy,” he said without opening his eyes. “I’m sure to annoy you both at some point in our lives.”

“Oh, I’m sure of that,” Harper said on a groan. “But, man, you can do whatever you want if you let me tap this ass. You too, Freddy. Ass or pussy, your choice.”

“Try her mouth. She’s got a wicked tongue,” Dylan rasped.

“True.” Harper and Freddy slowly worked together to pull Dylan up and off of Harper.

Dylan wobbled, but Freddy caught him.

“Bathroom,” she and Harper said as one.

Dylan’s shower was big enough to fit the three of them, if not comfortably, at least without them being plastered against the walls.

After a quick shower together, they moved once more to his bed and slumped into it together. “I love you guys so much,” Dylan said on a sigh.

“Me too, Doc,” she and Harper said at the same time. They laughed.

“You’re bound to think too hard about shit,” Harper warned.

“And I’m a really perky morning person,” she admitted. Both men groaned. “But I’ll try not to be too cheery before nine a.m. How’s that?”

Harper answered, “That will work. But I have to tell you, this living arrangement isn’t going to work. I want to be with you guys more.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah,” Dylan agreed and snuggled closer to Harper and Freddy. He lifted her to lie on top of him, so that Harper and he could stroke her together. They had to throw off the comforter because the guys gave off too much heat. “But I know this agent that could help us find the perfect house. I have family connections, so I’ll make sure she doesn’t rob us on commission.”

Harper chuckled. “Sounds good to me. Freddy? You okay with finding a place together? I mean, this is pretty sudden.”

“I don’t care where we live, as long as it’s together. And FYI, we’re going to take it slow with marriage and babies and stuff.”

Both men stiffened. “Babies?” Dylan asked.

“Not yet.” She snickered at the pair. “But someday I’d like a kid or two. Or three.”

“I like three. Just think. You could have twins.” Dylan grinned.

“Um, Freddy?” Harper sounded apologetic. “My mom was a twin. So I guess that ups the odds.”

“Forget I mentioned babies.” The guys had the nerve to laugh. “But something we need to discuss. Dylan? Do you want us to keep quiet about our relationship? Harper and I are okay with going public, but we don’t want to put added stress on you.”

“No. I’m good. We don’t need to wear a sign or anything. But I’m not going to hide how I feel about you two.” He paused. “My mom wants to meet you both. And I’m sorry to say, she’s rabid about grandkids.”

“You told her about us?” Harper asked, stunned.

“Yep. Derrick knows too.” Dylan burst out laughing. “Shit. I almost forgot.” He explained the conversation about “My Harper”, and Harper cracked up.

“I’m missing something.” Freddy kissed Dylan’s chin.

“You’ll see. I have an invite to a party this Friday, and my brothers have been invited as well.

Freddy cackled with glee. “Oh yes. We have to meet your brothers at my brother’s party. I think my father might be there too.”

“You want us to meet him?”

Harper snorted. “I think she wants us to freak him the hell out. From what I’ve heard about the great Judge Goode, I’m inclined to freak away.”

“Wait. Judge Goode?” Dylan stared hard at Freddy. “Oh shit. You’re that Fredericka. No wonder I feel like I’ve known you forever.” He started laughing again.

It took Freddy a moment to understand. “My father is one of your patients?”

“Not anymore.”

Harper kissed him, which stopped Dylan from laughing. And then the whispers and pleas for more turned hot and heavy again, and the three of them loved one another into the night.

Brian glared at his sister, and Harper knew all was right with the world. Only a few days after their make-up, and it was as if he, Freddy and Dylan had never parted. They alternated their nights at each other’s houses, but he couldn’t wait until they were finally living together, in their own place.

They continued to work out the kinks in their relationship, though the mundane day-to-day chores had pretty much evened themselves out. Dylan and Freddy took turns cooking. Harper had dish duty, though Dylan’s attention to detail when cooking bordered on OCD. Freddy made a mess, plain and simple. But, man, could she cook.

He smiled at her, watching her talk with animated gestures to her brother. Together they looked enough alike to be twins themselves.

“She’s just…ours.” Dylan sighed.

“Yeah. Such a pain the ass, but lovable.”

“I thought that was your description.” Dylan leaned closer to whisper, “You know, for Christmas I thought we could give Freddy a show. Maybe I fuck your ass really slow, and we let her watch. She’s dying to film us.”

“No way in hell.” Harper pulled back to glare at him. “The filming part, I mean.”

Dylan’s smile widened. “Sure thing, handsome. No cameras.” He leaned closer and added, “Or condoms.”

Harper groaned. “Cut it out, Doc. We’re in public and I’m sporting wood. Oh shit, is that Derrick coming over here?”

Dylan chuckled and moved to stand in front of Harper. The dick.

“You know I’m gonna make you pay for that.”