A genuine smile washed over Xander’s face. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“But –” Hannah stopped herself, then bit her tongue.
Xander was having none of it. He simply raised an eyebrow, forcing her to continue.
“It’s just that it would be nice if there were adult books, too. Most of the kids are brought by their parents and they’ll never admit it, but I’ve seen them looking at the books, wishing there were some for them.”
Xander studied her interestingly, then nodded. “I will make it my priority to rectify that. Now, I’ll take this into the kitchen and you go change into something that will satisfy my imagination.”
Hannah left him and headed to the stairs, smiling as she did so. She was so focused on their conversation that she almost didn’t see Cole and Paris leave their office. Cole was there to steady her on her feet, his hands lingering even as she regained her balance.
“Where are you off to in such a rush, sweetheart?”
“Swimming,” she gushed eagerly. “Do you want to come?”
“Only if you find the tiniest bikini to wear,” Cole winked.
Hannah laughed, then looked to Paris. “Sounds perfect,” he agreed. Hannah smiled again then went to move up the stairs.
“Sunscreen, Hannah,” Paris called after her. “Head to toe.”
Upstairs, Hannah went through her closet, ridiculously filled with far too many clothes, until she found a drawer with bathing suits. They were all two pieces and indeed fell under the category of scraps of fabric. There was a purple one with small, white polka dots on it. The top was two triangles of fabric held together by strings but the bottom was slightly more modest in a bikini cut.
As she put it on, she was relieved to see that her shaving job from the morning had worked. Not at all willing to think about somebody waxing her, she had taken matters into her own hands and had shaved and trimmed her hair into something she hoped was sexy.
In the bathroom, Hannah found the sunscreen and was just finishing up when Paris came in. He had on bathing shorts, black that hung mid-thigh. His chest was inviting and she itched to feel his muscles, itched to run her hands through his hair.
“Could you help me, please?” she asked as he surveyed her. His hands were warm on her back and she leaned into his touch as he applied the sunscreen to her milky white skin.
When she looked into the mirror, however, there was a frown on his face. Perhaps she wasn’t the sexy person she had hoped to be.
“You’re too skinny,” Paris murmured as his fingers smoothed down her back running over each vertebra, until his fingertips hit just under the elastic at the top of her ass.
“Oh.”
Paris must have heard the hurt in her face because before she knew it, Hannah was whirled around, her front pressed against Paris. “But still so fucking beautiful.” His hands cupped her face and gently he moved his lips to reach hers. Hannah stood on tip toes, her hands reaching out to bring Paris even closer as he kissed her hard, his tongue moving with hers, his lips scalding with desire.
All that day, what was to come had been at the back of Hannah’s mind but as neither man had made much of an overture, she had allowed herself to simply exist with them and as a result, she was more comfortable than ever. But now, she knew she wanted more. She wanted Paris, and by extension Cole and Xander, and she knew that while her men had been patient, they wouldn’t be able to sustain that patience for much longer.
As if reading her mind, Paris drew away before bringing Hannah into a solid hug. His erection pulsed between them, through the bits of fabric.
“Right now, Hannah,” Paris said, his voice silky, “we are going to go swimming and then we’re going to have dinner. And after dinner, Me and Xander and Cole are
going to be buried in that supremely gorgeous pussy of yours. Okay?”
Hannah swallowed and nodded. “Yes,” she breathed out, barely a whisper. Yes, that sounded more than okay with her.
When they were out swimming, Hannah felt like a kid again. Carefree, full of laughter. Even Xander, who was definitely the more stoic of the three, was quite happy to laze around in the warm water. They brought a volleyball out to play in the water and then Hannah timed the three men to see who could swim the fastest. Paris won and as he was the first to reach Hannah, he gathered her in his arms, kissing her fiercely in celebration. Hannah wrapped her legs around his waist, more than happy to help him celebrate.
After that, Cole, Xander, and Paris took turns to see who could throw Hannah the farthest. She laughed and shrieked as they tossed her into the air, their hands lingering longer and longer over her body as they positioned her as they wanted before launching her.
There was an undercurrent through dinner and Hannah was keenly aware of it. There was still conversation and Hannah, atop Paris’s lap, felt more comfortable to join in. But it was clear they were waiting for a signal. As Hannah placed her fork down on the table, fully sated from dinner, that seemed to be it.
“I want you on my bed, Hannah. Naked.” Paris’s voice dripped with arousal. He used what she had termed his commanding voice. It was still soft enough that she didn’t feel intimidated by him, but there was no questioning his voice carried authority.
“Yes, Paris,” she responded, happy it didn’t come out as a squeak. She kissed his cheek and nodded to Cole and Xander, both of whom hardly blinked as she left the table. She could feel their eyes on her as she left the room, and while Xander had stated he wasn’t the big bad wolf, she certainly felt like she was the prey, although being devoured took on a whole new meaning.
Lying on the bed, Hannah looked around the room. Her head was propped on the pillows and she felt calmer than she would have thought possible. At no time had she ever felt unsafe with either man and while she knew her first time would hurt, there was the certainty that she would find just as much pleasure from it.
“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Paris’s voice filled the doorway. He took a step inside and was followed closely by Cole and Xander who closed the door behind them.
“Stunning,” Cole agreed.
Hannah knew they discussed her when he wasn’t around. Paris had made enough comments to know that he was in charge of what they could or couldn’t do with her, mainly because she knew he worried about her. So, when Paris moved to the chair that sat to the side of the bed and Cole and Xander proceeded to the bed, Hannah knew some part of the night must have been orchestrated.
“Scared, little one?” Xander asked. He kept his shorts on but with deft fingers, flung his shirt over his head, messing his hair up even more.
“Just a little,” she whispered.
“Nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart. We promise to make this a night you won’t forget. In a good way.” Cole unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his expanse of muscle. He was quick to smooth her errant hair from her forehead before leaning in for a kiss. She kissed him back eagerly.
As Cole moved back, Xander’s mouth replaced him. He was sure of himself, almost forceful, but it was easy to simply let him take over. The heat from his mouth spread through Hannah and she reached out, finding Xander’s back and Cole’s arm to hold onto. They had just gotten started and she was already ready.
“Patience, little one, patience,” Xander chuckled. His mouth found her neck and he kissed her, sucking on the flesh, biting, and then licking his way down her body.
Cole was back to kissing her, soft rolls of his tongue as his hands found her breasts. He was so warm over her body and the way he tugged gently on her nipples had her melting into his touch.
“Yes, this will do just lovely,” Xander purred, his kisses now covering her hip bone. He licked down the inside of her thigh then up the other one before teasing her softly with his tongue.
“Mmm,” Hannah moaned, her voice muffled by Cole’s mouth. Her hands held tight to Cole’s biceps and she knew he would always anchor her.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Xander’s breath radiated through Hannah’s clit, pulsing through her body. He flicked her, a tease, and her hips shot off the bed. In response, Xander’s hands held her down. They were firm but not overwhelming and instead, Hannah felt that sense of security wash through her again.
“You’re so flushed, sweetheart. So absolutely sexy. No wonder Paris is content to just sit there and watch you. You’re like a piece of art.”
Hannah wanted to debate Cole’s sense of her but when she looked over to where Paris was watching, it was clear he was absorbed in the scene. His cock bulged in his pants but he made no move to release himself. Instead, he kept his eyes on her, his hands on the armrests. His eyes were another anchor and she maintained eye contact as long as she could until Xander slipped one finger inside her pussy and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
Together Cole and Xander built her up. They moved her to new heights and then held off until she wanted to scream in agony. She was a sweaty, mumbling mess, until there was almost no sense of where she existed.
“Shh, Hannah, I know. But trust me, this is how I want you to be.”
Somehow, Paris was next to her and she opened her eyes as Xander’s masterful fingers left her, swirling her clit one last time, just shy of enough pressure to bring her over the edge.
Paris kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, before taking her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers again as he covered her body with his, now naked, she realized.
“I have been in agony, wanting you so badly, Hannah.” His voice was raspier than normal. His usual thread of control was gone. Paris gently took her hand, which had been balled in the blanket, and moved it to his cock. He groaned as she stroked it, moving the pre-cum down his length. He was so hard, he almost shook in anticipation.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Hannah. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Paris. Please,” she added.
He nodded, then grabbed a pillow to place under her hips. He angled her how he wanted, then guided his cock to her pussy. She was so wet and the tip of his cock went in easily.
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