Hi everyone. I recently wrote this short story based on my book, SPELL CAT, for Amber Kell’s Birthday Bash. I thought I’d reprint it here so you can read it.
Killian’s Magic Birthday
Blaine paused in his steps just long enough for Aloysius to sail through the air from the top of the cabinet and land on his shoulder. He reached up and scratched under the sleek, black chin and got the expected purr. “Sorry guy. I know you’re not getting enough attention, but we’ve got shit to do.”
Carrying Aloysius, he walked into the kitchen where Jimmy and Lavender Janx were bending down, staring into the open oven.
Jimmy stroked a hand over Lavenders rigid back. “It’s okay, honey. I told you not to do it this way.”
Lavender stood to her not inconsiderable height holding a square pan she held with oven mitts in front of her. Okay, it was in a baking dish. Beyond that, it’s identity failed. Black, oozing some kind of gelatinous mess from its center, it looked like a candidate for the trash can.
Blaine tried not to laugh. “One of your potions go wrong?”
Lavender flashed her brilliant pansy-colored eyes at him. “I’m a failure as a woman. I can’t bake a damned cake.”
Blaine gave in to the grin. “Fortunately you don’t have to succeed as a woman — ” He made quotation marks in the air. “ — since you’re the greatest witch of your generation.”
“Humpf. If you don’t count the birthday boy.” She set the mess down on the counter and crossed her arms. “I really wanted to make him something with my own hands.”
Jimmy said, “How about you conjure him something with your own hands? Blaine needs the oven and we need to get home.”
“Ooookay.” She stared at the failed confection then up at the cat. “Come on Al, give me a boost.” She waved her hand, Aloysius’s blue eyes glowed and the burnt cake transformed into a breathtaking pillar of frosting and flowers.
Blaine shook his head. “Jesus you guys!”
Lavender gave him a look. “Sorry to be challenging your physicist convictions so blatantly, dear. But desperate times and all that.”
“Sometimes it’s tough being the only human in this gathering.” That thought had a devastating ring of truth.
Jimmy said, “We’ll see you tomorrow for the community party. We ordered a cake from the bakery for that one.”
Lavender gave him a scowl and grabbed her purse from the counter. “I hope this one tastes good anyway. You two have a lovely private birthday.” She waggled her eyebrows. “I guess I should have said you three.” She walked over and gave Aloysius a scratch behind his ears. “Night Al. See you tomorrow.”
Blaine walked Jimmy and Lavender to the door.
Jimmy said, “Do you think Killian will be surprised?”
“I hope so. He knows about tomorrow but not tonight.”
“I wish I could see his face.”
Blaine smiled. He was glad no one would see Killian’s expression but him since he planned to do some serious kissing on that face. “Thanks for the lovely cake. Killian’s going to love it.”
“Way more than the other one.” Jimmy laughed and Lavender gave him a smack on his arm. He chuckled all the way down the stairs.
Blaine closed the door and hurried back to the kitchen, still carrying Al. He glanced at his watch. Three o’clock. Killian got out of his last class at five. Perfect. Blaine took out the beef roast he’d had sitting in herbs in the refrigerator and set it on the counter.
“Yes, you’ll get some too.”
The oven was still warm from Lavender’s cake efforts, so he set it to preheat and retrieved the mashed potato casserole and the salad makings. A few minutes later, the roast was cooking, the salad was made, and the table was arranged with the fresh flowers he’d bought as a centerpiece. Champagne chilled in the refrigerator. As a piece de resistance he grabbed a package of confetti and put it on the coffee table so he wouldn’t forget it. He’d station himself beside the door and be ready with a shower of golden flakes when Killian entered. See, even humans can be tricky. He chuckled.
“Hey guy, I think we can sit for a while.” Blaine grabbed his latest physics journal, flipped off his shoes, and flopped on the couch. Aloysius jumped from his shoulders and staked out his lap. He started to read.
The sound of the key in the lock shot through him like a witch’s spell and his eyes popped open. Killian! Damn I fell asleep.
He leaped from the couch getting a wail from Aloysius, grabbed the confetti package and ripped it with his teeth as he took two giant leaps toward the door and felt his legs crumbling under him. Clearly the most asleep part of him. Flailing like a windmill, he glanced up into Killian’s surprised blue eyes as he fell in a heap to the floor, simultaneously throwing a handful of confetti in a move that rivaled a major league pitcher – but with far less effect. It plopped to the rug in a damp wad as a crash sounded behind him.
“Blaine! Gods man, are you okay!” Killian fell to his knees beside Blaine, his mane of pale hair whirling around him. Killian even looked good when he was about to have a coronary.
Blaine nodded. “Shit.”
“Baby, what happened?”
He sighed. What a loser. “I wanted to surprise you and I fell asleep – mostly my legs fell asleep.”
Killian’s lips pressed together. Clearly he was about to split a gut – the witch. “Well, you certainly surprised me.”
Blaine reached up, wrapped his hand around Killian’s neck and pulled him down until they were nose to nose. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you. This will be the happiest – uh, do you smell something burning?”
“Shit!” He leaped up, slamming their noses together.
“Damn, I’m sorry.” He looked closely at Killian’s beautiful, straight nose. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” He rubbed his nose.
“I’ve got to save my roast!” He jumped to his feet, found them working again, and ran to the kitchen. A trail of wispy gray drifted out of the oven door. “Shitfire and damnation!” He pulled open the door, smoke pouring out. He reached for the vent just as the fire alarm started blaring. “Crap!”
The phone rang and Killian ran to grab it. “No, no. I’m sorry. It’s just a burnt roast. False alarm. Yes. Thank you.”
Just a burnt roast. Stupid, but he kind of wanted to cry. His beautiful dinner, wrecked.
Killian walked up beside him, Aloysius on his shoulder, and stared into the oven at the remains of the meal. “That just needs a little magic.” He waved his hand and the roast returned to browned perfection.
Blaine sighed. “Why do I even try?”
Killian wrapped his arms around him. “But I love that you tried. I could never have cooked that roast in the real world.”
“Obviously, neither could I.”
“Blaine, what’s wrong?”
Blaine looked at Killian, his eyes glancing over his shoulder and – no! “My table.” Somehow in the melee, something had hit the flower vase he’d used as a centerpiece. Wilted flowers lay across the plates and on the floor, water dripped from the tablecloth.
Killian followed Blaine’s line of sight. Without taking his hands from Blaine’s shoulders, he flicked his fingers and the table rearranged. Even the flowers looked fresher. “Come on.”
Killian wrapped an arm around Blaine’s waist and walked him into the bedroom. Leaving Blaine standing, Killian ambled into the walk-in closet and pulled off his shirt revealing his smooth, white skin molded by subtle musculature.
Blaine couldn’t contain the grin. “Can I help with that?”
“How about you remove your own shirt – very slowly?”
“Gee, do I have to do all the work?” He chuckled.
“No. Actually, you don’t.” Killian raised a hand and Blaine’s shirt untucked, unbuttoned and flew to the corner chair where it lay itself down.
Blaine laughed. Killian didn’t show off his magic much. They mostly lived like humans. But it was pretty impossible for Blaine to forget his husband was the most powerful male witch in ten generations.
Killian shook his head. “Still too many clothes.” Blaine’s belt unwrapped itself from his waist like a skinny python and flew to the chair, followed by his jeans that slid down his legs then seemed to wait patiently for him to step out of them before joining the shirt and belt.
“Here I am. What are you going to do with me?”
Killian had stripped to the skin and walked toward Blaine, his body showing an interested but not demanding condition. He pulled him down on the bed and rolled him to his back. Killian lay over him, peering into Blaine’s face. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“No fair. You’re wearing your most persuasive outfit.”
“Well, it is my birthday suit.” He smiled.
Blaine snorted but then he gazed into Killian’s eyes. “You and Jimmy and Lavender, even Sammy, are so amazing and capable that I feel kind of inept sometimes. Don’t mind me. It’s a human thing.”
Killian tucked his head into Blaine’s neck and spoke softly. “Listen my human, there’s only one true magic in the world and you’re the master of it. Everything we see, touch, taste and hear is made of love, the fabric of the universe. Your love quickened me, made me the witch master, and shapes every power I have. Nothing in my world is stronger.” The sound of thunder rumbled above the building.
Blaine’s heart wouldn’t fit in his chest. “I love you, Killian. You opened my eyes and showed me the true wonder of the world. “
The thunder rumbled louder.
Blaine laughed. “You’re playing Killian’s symphony.”
“When I’m with you, nothing holds back the power.”
Blaine smiled. “I’d like to take this symphony to new heights, but I seem to remember a perfectly cooked roast and a perfectly set table waiting for us.”
Killian laughed. ”I’ll bet I can reheat it.”
Blaine joined in. “Or I can call for pizza.”
Their lips met as Aloysius calmly chewed his next bite of roast.
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©2011 Tara Lain
Em, or as she was known at work which she’d just left, Doctor Emmaline Silvay, leaned over in the car seat and gently caressed the hard-muscled thigh of her lover, Jake Martin. Doctor Jake Martin. He was her husband in all but the legalities, but since she actually had two husbands, the legalities were a bit complex, even in liberal Connecticut. “Tired, love?”
He glanced at her, his beautiful blue eyes crinkling. That gorgeous face. He was so much a part of her she barely noticed the age difference any more, except on those occasions when the three of them played their “boy toy” games.Hello, young man, are you looking for work with this company? Well, you’ll have to convince me of your qualifications. She smiled to herself.
Jake’s focus had returned to the winding road that would soon give way to their long drive and take them home.”I’m a little tired. Dealing with the compliance department is a bitch.”
She laughed. “Yeah. I had the fun this week. The new steps in the gene sequencing should take us where we want to go in terms of a commercial product. Poor baby, you got the fuzzy end of the lollipop having to deal with the lawyers.”
He grinned again. “But I’m not too tired to celebrate. I made reservations at the Bull and Bear so we can go do a Valentines Day dinner. You up for it?”
Was she? She had a Valentine’s gift she wanted to give them, but she knew she ‘d have trouble keeping it secret if they went out to a romantic dinner. “You know what, love? I think we should wait for Roan to get home. He said tomorrow, right? Why don’t we miss the crowds and celebrate Valentine’s Day one day late.”
He looked at her with that special glow she noticed he got whenever he thought about their beautiful lover, Roan Black. Jake and Roan had already been a couple when they asked Em to “be a part of them”.Roan had been Jake’s first serious male lover and the wise, extraordinarily beautiful supermodel, held a special place in both their hearts. “Thanks, Em. I know Roan would love that.”
“Okay. Done. We do our ménage Valentines Day tomorrow. I’ll make something for us tonight.”
“When does he get in?”
“He wasn’t sure. The flight schedules from that part of Indonesia are a little erratic. He said he’d have William pick him up.” She was happy about William. He took good care of their lover. William was Roan’s chauffer, although his self-effacing employer never called him that or even thought of William that way. As the world’s top male supermodel and a hugely successful real estate investor, Roan was filthy rich, but aside from their gorgeous home, no one would ever know.
“Maybe we can plan something really fun to welcome him home?” She smiled when Jake gave her a quick leer.
The ride down the long drive to their home was like a decompression chamber for Em. From the high-stress world of cancer research to their private oasis of love. Of course, most of the people at the company knew about their unique living arrangements. That had been one of the stipulations of Em and Jake moving over to the new firm – no hiding like they’d had at the University. But still, they really got to be themselves at home.
As they pulled into the circular drive that surrounded a modern fountain, Em noticed soft light coming from the house. “Did you leave a light on, love?”
Jake looked up. “No. Maybe it was Marsha. She sometimes does a little extra cleaning when she knows we’re going to be late several days in a row.”
“Yeah, probably so.”
Jake parked the car out front, and came around to help Em out with the briefcases and laptops they seemed to carry everywhere. Wow, she was glad to be home. Maybe they could take part of tomorrow off to really plan a homecoming for Roan.
She hurried up the steps, hunching against the cold. Connecticut was still very much in winter no matter what the groundhog had said. Jake unlocked the door and they both stepped inside where it was warm — and stopped dead. What on earth. She pushed the door closed to keep the cold air out, but couldn’t take her eyes from the tableau in front of them.
The entire entry to the house was aglow with candles – the little votives in glass cups. They formed a pathway around the modern fountain through the hallway. Sprinkled here and there along this path of light were rose petals, and flowers floated in bowls of water strategically placed at intervals on the edge of the path. No other lights were on, just the path of flame.
Jake chuckled. “I think Roan’s home.”
Oh, that was so true. Because this – this amazing, beautiful gesture – was so Roan. “Who else would go to this much effort? That’s our boy.”
They set their bags on the floor beside the entry table and pulled off coats. She passed hers to Jake who hung them in the closet. He held out his hand. “Let’s see what the guy has cooked up, shall we.”
She felt like a kid on Christmas morning. They followed the pathway, holding hands and giggling. The lights led to the wide stairway. On the stairs, vases of flowers were tucked against the wall, highlighting the flickering route. Ah, but route to what?
Up they went, stair by stair. The beautiful landing area was awash with flowers and candles. Soft music played in the background through the house-wide sound system. On the table in front of the hall window was a display of something she could barely make out in the soft light. She pointed. “What is it?”
He laughed. “Not sure, but I’ll bet it’s something to eat.” He pointed toward their bedroom. “The door is closed.”
She giggled. “I noticed. It feels half like my birthday and half like a fun house. I’m not sure what happens next.”
“I doubt it will involve scary goblins.”
As they got closer, she could see two glasses and some fruit and cheese on a plate. “Do you think he’s telling us we should eat because we’re going to need our strength?”
Jake pounced on the fruit. “Oh, I hope so.”
She lifted a glass, already red with a splash of wine. Jake lifted his and they clinked. She smiled over the rim. “To the three of us.” She looked toward the door. “Do you hear that, darling.” Since their doors were extra heavy – they needed the sound-proofing when they had guests – she knew he couldn’t. She set down the wine glass and took a nibble of gouda and apple. “I’m too excited to eat … food, that is.”
“Shall we see what our Valentine Master has in store?”
She really was breathless. “Can’t wait.”
They approached the door. Jeez, she was shaking. Jake reached for the door handle and pulled back. “Look.”
She looked down where he was pointing. A strip of red ribbon lay on the floor and stretched back under the door. Oh my God, what was he doing in there?
Jake pulled the door outward reaching down to grab the ribbon. He motioned Em to walk around him into the room.
She stopped inside the door, vaguely aware that the room was ablaze with candles. Not just the little votives like outside, but beautiful tapers and pillar candles. Some of them must have been scented, because a soft fragrance like lilac filled the room. But her eyes couldn’t take in the details of the room because they were riveted on the big bed in the middle of the far wall. The red ribbon stretched across the wood floors and Persian carpets, snaking up onto the bed where it attached to a huge erect cock that could belong to no one but Roan. There it formed a big red bow.
Roan lay completely nude and spread-eagle on the bed, his legs tied to the base of the bed frame with more red ribbon. He had managed to tie one of his wrists to the headboard, but the other hand was free to keep that big dick in a state of perfect erection. His long, lean body arched against the restraints. Good Lord, how long had he been lying here? His eyes were covered with a red scarf. His soft, silky voice whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Her first instinct was to run across the room, jump on the bed and kiss him from head to foot, but she glanced at Jake who was licking his lips. She knew that the boys played a bit at taking advantage of Roan’s submissive nature, but this was clearly the furthest that the game had gone. The press of Jake’s cock against his slacks conveyed just how thoroughly he liked what he saw.
Staring at Roan, Jake walked toward the bed, unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his shirt as he went. His golden hair shimmered in the candlelight. She stood back by the door, slowly taking off her clothes and watching the play unfolding before her. Voyeur? Oh yeah.
When Jake got to the bed, he was totally nude having kicked his shoes to the side and tossed his shirt, pants and underwear onto a chair.His hard-muscled buttocks flexed and relaxed as he knelt beside his beautiful lover, and she just drooled and watched.
“Hi, baby.” Jake’s voice was hoarse. “Are you our Valentine? All ours?”
“Oh yes, Jake, yes. I missed you both so much. I had to come home …”
“Shhh. No talking, Valentine. I think we have some serious eating to do.” He removed Roan’s free hand from its good work. “Let us take over.” He tied it to the headboard with the ribbon he’d carried from the door. The other end still circled Roan’s cock several times, almost encasing it like a gift. Oh, yeah, that was a serious gift.
He held out a hand to her, never taking his eyes from Roan, and she approached the bed. Closer, she could see that Roan’s chest, belly, thighs and groin were covered with the little candy hearts that gave messages – Be Mine, Hearts Desire, and such. Jake gestured to the other side of the bed. She padded around and crawled up next to her beauty, the man who had won her heart in what seemed like one night.
She also saw that on the night table next to the bed, Roan had staged an array of goodies – whipped cream, chocolate-covered strawberries, and champagne on ice.
“Em.” The soft voice whispered.
“Hi, my darling. What can I do for you?”
The Angelina lips smiled. “Have a heart?”
She laughed and leaned over to begin her sugar rush. She nibbled a candy heart from beside his nipple, already erect. Taking the hard, sweet candy morsel in, she licked the other hard, sweet morsel with her tongue.
He moaned. “Oh, yeah.”
She saw Jake begin his dessert-before-dinner down at Roan’s groin and got a louder moan for his efforts.
Roan was anything but quiet in bed, so she figured they would be very happy this house was far from the nearest neighbors by the time this evening was through.
Leaning over, she grabbed the aerosol whipped cream container. “You naughty boy. You never use anything but home-made whipped cream.” Roan was a gourmet cook and did things the difficult, delicious way.
The yummy lips grinned. “Yeah, but the aerosol is just so much fun.”
She squirted some white, sweet cream on his nipple and he jumped a little, maybe at the sound, maybe at the coolness against his hot body. Jake came up quickly and the two of then began to lick the cream, allowing their tongues to slide over each other. Yum. She never wanted to eat dessert any other way.
The champagne called. A quick scoot brought her to the edge of the bed, where she took the bottle from its ice bucket. The icy drips hit her bare thigh and she giggled.
“You’re having too much fun alone, baby.” Jake grinned at her. She quickly removed the cage and metal from the top of the bottle, then turned the cork until she was rewarded with that satisfying pop. A little of the bubbly foamed up and she leaned forward so that it fell on Roan’s taut belly.
“Whoa!” His hips lifted at the surprise.
“Oh, boy. I could use a drink after the day I had. What do you say, darling?” Jake leaned down and began to lick the clear liquid from that smooth skin.
“Oh yes, but I always use the proper container.” She poured a little champagne into his belly button and he laughed. Balancing the bottle, she sipped and licked at the little puddle of wine. Roan was wildly ticklish, and he began to twist trying to escape the torment. Jake held his shoulders, and then took possession of his mouth. She could see Jake’s tongue pressing deep into the man’s hot mouth. Jake was a serious kisser.
Roan’s escape tactics quickly turned to pleading as his body bucked against Em’s tongue as she continued to lick and nibble the candy hearts. His arms pulled against the restraints, clearly wanting to embrace his lover. But he’d made his bed, literally.
She set the champagne on the table, then came back to inspect their prime target. The huge, red-wrapped cock stuck straight up against Roan’s abdomen, bouncing with his struggles against the ties. Funny, it looked a little fatter than usual, and that was saying something since Roan was nearly ten inches long and two inches in diameter.
“Jake, don’t you think it’s time we unwrapped our package?”
He pulled his mouth from Roan’s reluctantly, but turned with an avaricious grin toward his next target. He gestured to the ribbon. “You do the honors.”
She untied the bow.
“Can I watch?” The soft voice pleaded.
Jake nuzzled Roan’s neck. “Would that please you, Valentine? Do you want to see us lick and suck our big prize until it explodes?”
“We love our naughty boy, so we will uncover his eyes.” Jake removed the red scarf and the wide, green eyes, fringed with heavy black lashes, blinked against the soft flickering light. He grinned, showing the one famous, slightly crooked tooth. “I thought I’d like the blindfold, but I love watching you both so much. You’re so beautiful.”
Jake kissed his belly. “Look who’s talking.”
Em began to unwrap the ribbon, and it quickly became clear that the gift was a bit more than just their usual all-day sucker. “Oh my God, Roan, these are beautiful.” Surrounding his cock were three hammered gold circlets, bracelets she thought, each with a small gold chain attached to the clasp. And each had a lock in which was inserted a tiny key. She pulled them off the erect cock that held them and gave that rod a good couple rubs to keep its enthusiasm high. Clearly, one bracelet was meant for her – the smallest – and the other two were sized for the men.
Roan beamed. “Put them on, please.”
Jake took the smaller gold circle and clasped it onto Em’s left wrist. He turned the key in the lock.
Roan gestured with his chin. “There are chains for the keys on the table.”
Jake found a small silk envelope and opened it, pulling out a slender chain.
Roan nodded toward Jake. “I thought you might wear Em’s key, I’ll wear your’s, and Em will wear mine. Does that work?”
Jake grinned and clasped the chain around his neck. “Perfect.”
She put the bracelet on Jake. Funny, it didn’t look feminine at all on his corded wrist. Em fastened it and wrapped the chain and key on Roan. Finally, Em unfastened Roan’s left arm and placed the circlet on it.
The hammered gold glowed against his alabaster skin. She placed the key around her neck.
Roan reached out his one free hand and caressed first Jake’s leg then Em’s. “I love you both so much. We have our wedding rings, but I thought it would be nice to have another token of our love.”
Was there a sweeter human? She wiped at an errant tear.
Jake, however, got them back to business.”And now I suggest we do some serious eating of that cock.”
Roan’s big dick, that had softened a little when the lust turned to romance, leaped back to attention. Jake grabbed the whipped cream, squirted enthusiastically, and began serious licking. Em jumped in and licked the other side.
“Oh, shit, you guys. That’s what I dreamed about every day of that damned photo shoot. Oh God, suck it, please.”
Jake looked at Em over the trembling cock. “What do you think, darling? He has given us very good dinner and beautiful presents. Shall we suck him senseless?”
“Oh yeah.” She swallowed as much of the huge appendage as she could. Lots of practice had trained her to get it into her throat so she could swallow. She swallowed once, twice.”
“Oh shit, yesssss.”
She popped off and Jake took her place. One of her favorite things was watching the men suck and fuck each other. It turned her on so completely, she could come just watching. Oh, shit, she wished she could get that much of Roan into her mouth. Jake bobbed up and down and she watched that beautiful cock disappear into that hot hole.
Oh God, speaking of hot holes. “Let me fuck him, Jake. Please.”
Jake pulled back and looked at Roan who was thrashing his head. “Roan, baby, we have her begging. Want to give her a cowboy ride?”
Roan shook his head, gasping. “Untie me. I want you both, please, both.”
Jake caught the urgency. Quickly, he unfastened the arm restraint and Roan sat up, untying one leg while Jake did the other. Quickly, the beauty got on hands and knees. He reached out with one arm for Em. “Come on, baby, hurry. Gotta get in you.”
Oh, God, she couldn’t move fast enough. Five days of no Roan cock was way too much. Plus, she and Jake didn’t fuck as much when Roan was gone, feeling the loss of their third part. She flipped onto her back and scooted under him lifting her legs on either side of his slender hips. He looked down, grabbed his cock and fit it against her dripping vagina. One, two, three pushes got the big rod inside her, and she moaned, it felt so damned good. Hot and stretched as only Roan could stretch her. He set up a rhythm and began pumping into her.
She saw Jake move around behind Roan holding a tube of lube he’d pulled from the nightstand. He squirted some onto his fingers and she saw the hand disappear behind Roan’s pumping ass. The beauty paused and made a soft keening noise. “More, more, Jake. Please.”
“Yes, baby, yes.” She could see Jake’s hard-as-iron cock sticking up as he lubed it, then he moved behind Roan and all she could see was her beautiful lover’s face as she knew Jake was penetrating his ass. The look of ecstasy was indescribable. The fact was that fundamentally, Roan was gay. He loved fucking her, but Jake’s cock in his ass simply did it for him in ways nothing else could replace. And she loved that. Loved being a part of it. Loved them both helplessly.
Jake pushed into Roan as the dark beauty pulled out of her and vice versa until they had that perfect rhythm they’d developed over their months together. Oh shit, how good could life be? How perfect could anything feel?
Roan began to gasp and cry out, talking as dirty as he could until, “Oh shit, I’m coming, Em, I’m coming in you, my darling.”
He pushed into her frantically and the friction was so intense, the pressure on her clit so perfect, she exploded. “Yes, baby, me too, oh yeah. All the way to my heart, my love. All the way.” And heat flooded her from her sex to the top of her head until she felt like she was exploding with love.
“Em, Roan!” Jake threw back his head, gritted his teeth, his golden hair flying while his hips just kept pumping into Roan’s perfect ass. “Oh, baby. Yes.”
Em watched Roan. The perfect bliss of feeling his lover’s cum pouring into him made that always lovely face even more radiant.
Jake collapsed over Roan’s back and the sweet man had enough consciousness left to roll to the side so she didn’t get the weight of both men. The move pulled Roan’s softened cock from her and she felt the loss. He must have too, because he pulled her tight against the two of them, wrapped in his strong arm.
When she knew that she could breathe on her own, she pulled back from the two catatonic bodies and padded to the bathroom for some warm washcloths. On her way back she spied the chocolate-covered strawberries. Lifting the plate from its ice bowl, she slipped onto the bed.
By now, they were both on their backs, and Em gently wiped the very satisfied looking cocks. Lifting the fruit from the crystal plate Roan had so beautifully arranged, she placed one of the plump, chocolate-covered berries against Jake’s lips. Eyes still closed. He opened his mouth and bit. “Ummm. That’s good.”
She did the same for Roan and got the green eyes gazing up into hers as she placed the strawberry next to his lips. Hard to tell which was plumper. His tongue snaked out and licked, then he bit, catching a little chocolate on his lips. She leaned down and licked it off. “Thank you, my darling, for this wonderful Valentine’s surprise.”
Jake sat up slowly and looked down at Roan also. “Yes, thank you, love. This was so much fun. And we thought we were going to prepare a Valentine’s surprise for you tomorrow.”
Em smiled. This was her moment. “How about I give you my Valentine’s Day present now?”
The two men looked at her, grinning, glancing for a hidden package or card.
“Actually, my loves, this is the last Valentine’s Day menage a trois we’ll ever have.”
Jake frowned, probably remembering how slow and reluctant she had been at first to become a part of the threesome. Then she saw a huge smile spread across Roan’s face.
“Em, is it because ménage a trois means group of three?”
“Yes, dear. You see, that sip of champagne from Roan’s beautiful belly was the last i’ll have for a long time, and next Valentine’s Day we’ll need a very small gold bracelet. Because next year, we’ll be four.”
This time she got the full weight of both men piled on top of her. She lay there pinned to the mattress being kissed and licked from head to toe by two laughing, joyous men. Lovely. She was ValenTied.