Tymber Dalton - Safe Harbor

He might be slammed with work and I can still bring him his coffee and take care of him. I can be busy trying take care of things with the boat and still submit to him in ways that don’t interfere with what I need to get done. That’ll happen with you, too.”

“So what are we doing right now?” she asked as she rolled over on top of him.

He smiled as his cock hardened against her. “I’m making love to my wife, that’s what I’m doing.” Splaying his hands across her ass, he shifted his hips and his cock slid home. “Mmm, that’s what I wanted,” Mac said.

She slanted her lips across his and, kissing him, met every slow thrust of his hips. He rolled them over without breaking contact and slowed his strokes even more.

His eyes searched her face. “I love you so much,” he said. “I can’t believe I get to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. You give me good dreams, baby. You make my bad dreams go away.”

Sully had told her a little about that, not wanting to spill all Mac’s secrets and confidences, but wanting her to know more about the man.

She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels in. “I hope you’re only dreaming of me. And Sul,” she quickly added.

He rubbed noses with her. “Of course.” He took long, languorous strokes inside her. “Can you come for me like this, baby?”

She ran her fingers through his hair. “I want to.”

Mac stilled his movements and lifted himself. He reached between them, found her clit, and gently stroked the sensitive nub of flesh.

As her eyes dropped closed, he lowered his mouth to her left breast and gently sucked her nipple between his lips.

A breathless, wordless gasp escaped her as her hand tightened in his hair. “Yes!”

He lifted his head. “Right there?”

“Yeah!”

He latched on to her other breasts and teased the nipple into a similar taut peak as his fingers gently drew her closer to release.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, gently coaxing, not commanding.

With her muscles gripping his warm, stiff cock, it felt different from all the other times. The men had figured out how to damn near make her head explode from passion, but this felt even better. This was a connection to her men. Well, to one of them, at least.

His eyes held hers as she felt her climb begin. He touched his forehead to hers and kissed her. “Give it to me, baby. Don’t tease me.”

Unlike all the other orgasms he’d given her, this one was gentle, coasting, and even sweeter because he was inside her.

“That’s it, sweetie.” He started stroking again, trying to prolong her pleasure.

She kissed him, muffling her soft moan with his lips on hers.

Matching him thrust for thrust, she urged him harder, faster.

With both hands on the bed for leverage, he took hard, strong strokes as she held on to him, her rock, her man. Then his eyes closed as he cried out, thrusting even deeper before holding himself still inside her.

Clarisse dug her heels in even more, never wanting him to leave.

He kissed the base of her throat. “Oh, Jesus, that’s amazing.”

“It sure was.”

Sully’s voice in the doorway startled them. They looked to find him standing there, naked, leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face, his arms crossed, and his cock rigid.

Mac laughed. “How long you been watching?”

“Not long enough.” He walked over to the bed and climbed in with them. “That was…beautiful.”

A moment of fear passed through Clarisse. Would he be mad?

Jealous?

Sully leaned in and kissed Mac, then her. “I could watch the two of you together all day long.” His smile softened his face. “You’re gorgeous together.”

“New spectator sport for Master’s amusement?” Mac quipped.

Sully arched an eyebrow at him. “Don’t give me too many ideas, buddy.”

He looked at Clarisse and stroked her cheek. She slipped her hands down Mac’s back, around his waist, hoping he wouldn’t move just yet. She enjoyed the feel of his body on top of hers.

“If our girl isn’t too tired,” Sully said, “there’s one more thing I’d like to do.”

“What?” she asked.

“If we can get His Royal Horniness hard again, there’s still one place I get to lay claim to.”

Mac grinned and rolled over, taking her with him and surprising her, making her laugh. “How about that?”

Sully laughed and reached over to the bedside table for a bottle of lube. “Yeah, that’s good.”

“Kiss me, babe,” Mac said. “I get fucking horny just looking at you.”

She kissed him, his tongue gently sweeping across her lips, parting them, tasting and exploring her.

Carefully, so she didn’t dislodge him, she started a slow grind against his hips. A moment later, she felt him start to stiffen inside her again.

Sully caressed her ass, his fingers gently working cool lube into her. Technically she was still a virgin there, if you didn’t count playing with toys.

To have both her men taking her at the same time…She pleasantly shivered in Mac’s arms.

Mac tenderly stroked her back, brushing his fingers up and down her spine as Sully prepared her. When she felt his warm cock press against her back entrance, she wiggled her hips.

He laughed and gently swatted her ass. “Who’s in charge here, kiddo?”

“Just trying to help out.”

He slowly slid inside her and waited for her to adjust to the feeling.

Mac softly moaned beneath her. “Oh…fuck! I can feel you, man.”

This was way better than playing with toys. She didn’t know if she’d come again like this, as tired as she already was, but it felt fantastic.

Sully took his time, slowly, gently thrusting, until his cock was tightly sheathed inside her. “Sit up, baby,” he coaxed.

Mac played with her nipples while Sully wrapped his arms around her waist. “Lean on me,” he said.

She let her head relax against his shoulder as the men found a slow rhythm, deep alternating strokes that felt so fucking good, better than any toy ever could.

Her men.

Sully dropped one hand between her legs and started playing with her clit. “I want another one from you, baby,” he said, his tone growing deeper, dominant. “I want you to let us feel you come with both our cocks inside you.”

She found her own place in their rhythm, slowly rotated her hips as Sully’s fingers teased her closer to release.

“Be a good girl, pet,” Sully coaxed. “Come for us.” He rolled her clit between his fingers as he bit her shoulder.

Clarisse came unhinged as one more climax spiraled through her.

Sully’s fingers clamped onto her clit as his voice grew stronger.

“That’s it, pet. Keep coming for us.” He fucked his cock deep as Mac drove his hips into her from below.

She reached behind her and held on to Sully as her back arched, sensuous explosions arcing through her.

Sully lowered her to Mac’s chest as the men quickly thrust, harder, faster, until they both came. Panting, Sully stroked her back, kissed her spine. “You all right, sweetie?”

Beyond speech, she raised her arm and rotated her wrist.

Both men laughed.

“Guess that means she’s okay, Sul.”

Sully carefully withdrew and walked into the bathroom. Mac rolled them over so he could untangle himself from her, then carried her into the bathroom where Sully was drawing a warm bath.

The men climbed into the huge sunken tub with her, cradling her between them. She snuggled against Sully as Mac massaged her feet.

Sully brushed a wet strand of hair out of her face. “You all right?”

She didn’t open her eyes as she smiled, held up her hand, and rotated her wrist again.

“Green’s good, baby. Green’s real good.”

Clarisse didn’t try to keep track of time. Sully went light on protocol, and the three of them spent most of the week in bed. Until Saturday afternoon, when Sully told Mac to help her get ready for the play party.

The men had kept most of the details from her, but she had an idea that something special would happen that night. Mac massaged her feet and painted her toenails. Her leather collar was exchanged for a new silver necklace, similar to Mac’s, with a small, delicate silver charm hung from it. Engraved on it were Sully’s initials, with Mac’s in lowercase letters beneath them.

She looked at Sully questioningly.

He smiled. “Because at least one thing in our lives can accurately tell people you belong to both of us, pet.”

Sully instructed Mac what to dress her in, and as they prepared to leave, Sully laced his fingers through hers. “For the rest of the evening, unless I say otherwise, we are back to Master, Sir, and pet.

Do you understand?”

Her heart raced. Thrilled, she enjoyed this part of their routine.

She felt cherished and protected, even more than when they were just vanilla together. “Yes, Master.”

“Very good, pet.”

The men helped her navigate the stairs in her high heels. They safely tucked her into the backseat of the Jag and Mac drove. When they arrived at the party a little after nine, she felt a different tone from the men, caught hints of shared glimpses between them.

It might have made her nervous…before. Now, she understood they would do anything to protect her.

If whatever happened was too much, she could always call red.

Somehow, she didn’t think that would happen. Not with these two men.

At least, not tonight.

Sully carried her across the grass to the barn where the dungeon lay waiting. Their friends had already arrived, and they applauded when Sully and Mac walked in with her, each holding one of her hands.