by Sierra Brave
“Process?” Tommy laughed right in Ken’s face. They weren’t conducting a chemistry experiment.
“What would you have me call it? A three-way, or maybe a gangbang?” Ken folded his arms in front of him.
“How about a shared lovemaking session? Let’s be smart about this.”
“Excuse me?” Ken arched an eyebrow. “You are cautioning me to be smart?”
Tommy gulped, taking another step backward, ensuring he was out of Ken’s kicking radius. “Dude, calm down.”
“Well, do tell me what you mean.”
“What do you think will happen if we go in there at each other’s throats or trying to compete?” Tommy kept his voice steady and his tone serious.
The dawn of realization shone in Ken’s face. “Yikes! Yeah, that would not go over well.”
Tommy’s eyebrows lifted and a slight smile twisted his lips. “So, let’s work together to give her the night of her life. Come on, Ken. In what universe can the two of us teaming up become a bad thing?”
Ken sighed. “Spoken like a truly self-indulgent and delusional jackass.”
Tommy grinned as he shrugged. “We all have our strengths. Now bring your ass and let’s do this!”
“Fuck! Could you be any cruder?” Ken kicked him in the Achilles.
“Ouch!” Tommy jerked his knee, lifting his leg. “And yes, I’m sure I could if I tried.”
“Dumbass!”
Tommy stopped short, and Ken nearly bumped into him. “Kill that noise—no feuding!”
Ken whistled through his teeth. “Right.”
Chapter Seven
7:12 p.m.
TRISHA squirmed in the tub, propping her head on her pulled up knees again. The boys had been gone for what seemed like an eternity. Are they going to turn me down? I’m fucking dying here! How long were they going to talk this over, and what was that loud bang against the wall? They had better not be fighting! There was no time for that kind of nonsense. A damn hurricane was just off the coast, and if all the Chicken Littles could be believed, tonight could be their last. Those two better not squander our only chance to be together.
The squeaking of door hinges snapped Trisha to attention, and a smile pulled the sides of her mouth up toward her cheeks. Her boys had returned, and neither of them looked as if they were there to bow out. Hot damn!
“So...” Trisha smiled at them, lifting one shoulder seductively before bringing a cupped handful of water up to her chest, slowly releasing the warm liquid over her breasts while stretching her legs out. The droplets beaded over her skin before succumbing to gravity’s pull. Tommy stared at her body while rubbing his chest. The bulge in Ken’s pants had morphed into a pointer “Don’t be shy. I believe you two owe me two pairs of underwear.”
Ken’s face reddened to his ears. How cute! His puffy and kissable lips perfectly complemented his nose. Trisha’s breasts heaved as the exhilaration set off butterfly flutters in her tummy. She couldn’t wait to peel back all of Ken’s cautious, bashful layers to get to the ooey-gooey sweetness hidden deep inside his heart.
Tommy shed his underwear post-haste, even going so far as to twirl around to make sure she saw his backside too. Firm but squeezable, his two pert lobes of flesh engorged her nipples into tight buds. As he came full circle, Tommy swung his head, allowing his blond locks to flip back toward his shoulder while he grinned. He put most of his weight on his left leg, tilting his pelvis slightly to bring his massive cock right in front of her field of vision. Son-of-a-bitch! No wonder he always had so much confidence—the man’s carrying a concealed weapon in his pants.
She glanced at Ken, absently fanning herself with her hand as she nodded toward his boxer briefs. He hesitated, blushing as he looked away. Giving him no quarter, she lifted a finger and waved the digit in a downward motion. Ken didn’t bulge but Tommy slipped behind him, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his friend’s briefs and yanking them down with a quick tug. Ken stiffened but didn’t resist. Trisha wriggled around in the water, tired of being alone. Her cunt ached with desire. Something about the casual intimacy between Ken and Tommy turned her on. She watched with bated breath as Tommy knelt and slid Ken’s underwear down to his ankles before helping him step out of them. As Tommy stood upright while twirling Ken’s underpants with one hand, she exhaled the breath stuck in her throat.
Trisha’s cheeks burned. “Nice!” She lifted her eyebrows, nodding toward Ken’s endowment. Long and sleek, Ken’s cock could hit all the right places. The skin pulled tight, leaving no room for denial. No matter how calm and cool Ken appeared, he wanted her too. “It’s lonely in here all by myself. She pulled her knees back to her chest to make as much room as she could but wasn’t sure they could all fit.
Ken flinched as Tommy’s hand settled on his back. “You go ahead, Ken. I bathed before Trisha showed up. I’ll hang out here beside the tub and help you guys clean any hard to reach places.”
Trisha smirked. “Sounds good to me.” Without a word, Ken strode forward, eagerly stepping inside the small pool of water.
The tight fit might have been a problem, but Ken eyeballed the dimensions and had probably done the math before he instructed, “Spread your legs.” A heated flush warmed Trisha’s skin from her face down to her chest.
“Okay.” With all eyes staring at her, self-consciousness set in, and she placed her hand over her mons. Perhaps Ken noticed because he offered an alternative. “Unless you want to turn and sit between my legs, but the stupid faucet will stick in my back from this side of the tub.”
I started this so time to ante up. As she leaned against the porcelain, Trisha bristled at the chill against her back before settling to distribute her weight better. She peeped at Tommy, and her eyes widened as she noticed his line of vision and realized he was waiting for her thighs to part.
Ken seemed more patient, his gaze on her face. Her upper body quivered as she placed one hand on each knee and pulled them apart, dragging out the reveal by taking close to twelve seconds before her legs touched opposite sides of the tub. She held her breath, staring down at the water. As nerve-racking as the situation was, allowing the boys to take a good look was only fair. She had certainly gotten an eyeful of both of them. Her pulse raced, and her tummy felt as if a rolling boil had begun inside. She averted her gaze, panting as she waited for a reaction. What if one or both of them don’t like my pussy? She had never taken a gander at her slit and hoped everything looked as expected.
After sucking in her breath, Trisha squeaked as Ken reached into the water and trailed down her inner thigh until his fingers traced her pink folds. “Beautiful.” His husky voice spoke in a whispered tone. Trisha exhaled with relief.
“Definitely.” A hint of excitement colored Tommy’s voice as he dropped his hand into the tub and nudged the aching apex. “I want to lick it!”
Trisha gasped, and Ken reached out and smacked his friend on the back of the head.
While jerking back and leaning away from where he was sitting on his knees, Tommy shrugged. “What? Just being honest.”
Ken stepped into the water. He sat down before scooting backward until he was wedged between Trisha’s legs, effectively blocking Tommy’s leering. Trisha took the washcloth Tommy offered. After lathering the square-shaped fabric, she washed Ken’s shoulder blades before scooting the washcloth down the indention between the two. Ken jutted forward as the warm cloth ran down his spine and lingered in the small of his back. She leaned forward, pressing sensual kisses against his nape. As she closed her eyes, she drew air through her nostrils, filling her senses with his fresh scent and the sound of his breathing. The sensation of being cocooned inside his aura drew her pelvic muscles tight and made her squirm. I can’t believe this is finally happening!
Tommy appeared to have his own agenda, forgoing a washcloth in favor of soaping up his own hands. One of his large mitts manhandled her chest, working in circles over her breasts, his rough fingertips teasing the pink nubs while his other palm trailed down
the side of her arm. Trisha’s breath hitched, delighting in the subtle tingling of her skin everywhere Tommy touched. Her fingers lingered over Ken’s tailbone.
“Whoa.” Ken clenched as Trisha’s washcloth delved lower.
“What’s the matter, Kenny? Don’t you want me to clean you completely?” Trisha tried her best to imitate Jessica Rabbit’s voice.
“Clean is fine but no penetration.” Ken sounded nearly breathless.
The corners of Trisha’s lips curved upward. Tommy leaned toward her, his gorgeous face less than an inch from hers before his soft, smooth, and kissable lips claimed hers. He applied the perfect amount to pressure, and Trisha felt as if a spark of pure energy united them. Delicious and carnal, Tommy’s tongue snaked in between her lips, striking hungrily, twisting and turning within as if to taste her very essence. She closed her eyes, savoring the texture of the nimble muscular organ pairing with hers. As she breathed through her nose, their swollen lips moved with hungry intent as if to devoured one another. She slipped her hand into Tommy’s hair stroking the soft mane while the fingertips of her free hand gripped Ken’s shoulder. Their mouths parted with a shared moan. Her open lips yearned for more and her abdomen tightened with the heaving of her chest.
“Whoa, well then.” Trisha’s words spilled out between labored breaths. “Lift up on your knees, Ken so I can gain access to the main event.” Casting a look over his shoulder, Ken leaned back, pressing his back against her breasts. As his mouth collided with hers, Trisha wrapped her arms around his torso and leaned into the lip-lock to encourage more than a sheepish peck. Separate-but-equal was a fallacy, but unless these two were ready to make a true triangle, she would have to keep everything as congruent as possible and make sure her first kiss with Ken was as magical as the one she had shared with Tommy.
His lower lip brushed against the bottom of hers as his upper lip snared the supple flesh. He nibbled sweetly before opening his mouth to form a seal between them. Connected, their breath mingled first. Ken’s tongue flickered against the seam as if asking for entry. Trisha parted her lips, allowing him to delve inside. Their tongues paired, stroking in rhythm. She moaned into his mouth. Fluttering her lashes, she closed her eyes, her body buzzing with arousal as their saliva blending. They separated and Ken faced forward, lifting enough for Trisha to use the washcloth on his undercarriage.
She lathered his sack and then washed the underside and the small bit of flesh separating his balls from his rimmed hole. Moving onward, she lathered the opening, testing the boundaries with a slight nudge. “Hey now!” Ken squawked, squeezing his butt cheeks together to avoid further violation. Trisha offered a pouty whine while rinsing and wringing out the cloth before lathering it again. After reaching around his waist, she loosely wrapped the washrag around Ken’s cock and stroked his shaft around the terrycloth material.
“Mmm, that’s better.” He almost sounded like a happy cat purring.
“Now, I’m feeling left out.” Tommy pointed to his dick as he leaned in to kiss Trisha’s shoulder. She mewed as he trailed kisses up to her neck. She ran her palm down Tommy’s buff chest, lingering to finger through the patch of coarse curls below. Her gaze darted up and down his form, feasting on Tommy’s hard body while her hand caressed his dick. She played with his long thick shaft as if she had a new toy, measuring the weight in her hand before running a fingertip down its generous length to test for sensitivity. Surprisingly light despite its log-like mass, Tommy’s cock felt smooth and supple against her palm with a few veiny vines here and there. She moaned, enjoying the sensation of having a cock in each hand.
Tommy’s warm and heavy breath covered the column of her neck and collarbone as he leaned in and peppered their juncture with kisses. Enraptured, she tightened her grip on both of their shafts. Ken’s fit nicely in her grip and twitched in gratitude. Tommy’s girth strained the stretching capacity of the ligaments between her thumb and forefinger, but all the same, his dick obediently danced to the beat of her rhythm, trembling against her fingers. Tommy sat upright, his eyes hooded as he stared at her. Both men seemed to have relaxed into the groove, allowing their energy to flow freely to her and merge. The implication sent a wave of arousal straight between Trisha’s legs.
“I think we’re all clean.” Her voice sounded different due to her ragged breath. After grabbing a towel for her, Tommy helped her to her feet and out of the tub. Ken followed, reaching for his towel. Before she knew what was happening, the two men had surrounded her, four hands hungrily stroking her body. Tommy stood behind her, cupping her ass, pressing his fingertips into her plentiful flesh. Nearly a foot of distance separated them, but his erect cock nudged into her back. Ken held her around the waist pushing his lips against hers. She clung to him, filling herself with his breath as her breasts crushed against his chest and the heated, skin-to-skin contact melded them together.
Trisha encircled Ken’s neck with her arms while breaking the kiss. She leaned her head back onto Tommy’s chest. “Ah, I could get used to this.” She cooed for more. After taking her hand, Ken walked backward, leading her into his bedroom. She smiled. “I like where this is going, but it’s dark.”
“I’ll grab the candles and condoms.” Tommy lingered behind to take care of business. Her skin still a tad damp, Trisha relied on Ken to know his way around his room in the dark. As he sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand trailed down her arm toward her trembling palm. She whimpered as their fingers entwined unable to stop her legs from wobbling. Like jumper cables connecting two batteries, a jolting current seemed to flow between them. Her engine had been revved up and her hips absently bucked as she quaked. She placed her palm on the mattress before climbing aboard on her knees and taking her place beside him. Tommy entered with three lit tealights balancing in his large palms, and the corner of the last wrapper on a long train of condoms clenched between his teeth.
“No potential for that to end badly.” Ken chuckled, shaking his head. Tommy shot him one of his irresistibly charming smiles, allowing the condoms to fall on the bed before distributing the candles between the nightstand and dresser and then hurrying back to the bathroom for the rest. Once Tommy returned, he arranged the rest of their lighting before he scooted onto the bed next to Trisha.
She tensed her stomach muscles while licking her lips. “How should we start?”
You just lie back and relax. Ken and I live to serve you.” Tommy’s voice brimmed with confidence. Trisha reclined backward between her two lovers, studying their faces as best she could in the dim candlelight. Ken’s intense stare devoured every inch of her, whereas Tommy lowered his chin as if bowing his head, his lips everted in a seductive pout. Her entire body trembled, craving their hands and lips on her flesh. Her breath hitched as the building expectation grew nearly intolerable. They moved on her simultaneously in a flurry of movement. She shivered as they attacked, their lips, fingertips, palms, and tongues lavishing her with attention, a mix of sensations feeding her desire.
Ken caressed one of her stiffened nipples between his thumb and forefinger while his tongue lapped at its twin, his lips engulfing the swollen bud and eliciting a sensual prickle over her skin. Tommy’s taste buds tickled against her navel before he peppered fluttering butterfly kisses down her tummy. She tightened her quaking abdominal muscles. He puckered his lips forming a small O and his breath breezed over the small patch of light brown curls decorating the mound above her pussy. Pinprick-sized chill bumps raised on her arms, leaving the thin, barely visible hairs standing on end.
She whimpered, her legs trembling as she awaited Tommy’s next move, silently willing her sexy, blond Adonis to trail down further and devour her pussy. Tommy slid his hand along her leg before placing his palm underneath to bend her knee and part her thighs. A current of sexual yearning buzzed through her needy clit. She drew a breath, holding the air in her lungs, waiting, quivering and anticipating until his lips brushed against her clit for a fleeting tease. After releasing a long breath, she groaned and pur
red as ecstasy and agony dueled within her.
As fierce lust stirred her senses, heat seared her skin and her heartbeat flew. The hypnotic rhythm overpowered any rational thought. Touch me; taste me; fuck me! The words stuck in her throat between the irrepressible moans and the oxygen she drew in through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. She combed her fingers through Tommy’s wavy locks. Any slight touch from either man offered bliss, but if Tommy didn’t soon make his way to the target, he risked having his hair yanked out. Wasn’t he the one who bluntly declared his desire to eat me? What the hell is he waiting for then?
“Oooh!” she squealed as Ken’s suckling lips applied more pressure to her nipples, tweaking the erogenous zone. Her eyes rolled back as she released her breath in strained, broken bouts. Before she could recover, Tommy dipped his head and sampled her juices. The tip of his tongue traced an inverted V over her pussy, sending a shiver slithering up her spine. “So good.”
Tommy heightened the intensity, lapping her needy nub up and down before flipping the script to stimulate the area from right to left. A strong hand, whose she wasn’t sure, pushed her other thigh, splaying her legs further before pulling both of her lower limbs to rest over Tommy’s broad, masculine shoulder. Oh yeah! Now that’s more like it! Tommy burrowed down where he needed to be, working his lips and tongue with expert precision.
Trisha’s muscles tensed as she readied for the oncoming surge of pleasure building steadily but teetering just out of reach. Tommy’s head swayed back and forth, raining wet bliss over her tender, pulsating cunt. She laced her fingers through his soft hair, more to hold on for the ride than to keep him in place.
A thin layer of perspiration clung to her skin as her body temperature shot up like a clay disk at a skeet shoot. While clamping her thighs against his checks, she moaned loudly. Her rear clenching, she lifted her hips, pushing her pussy toward his mouth. Her shoulders hugged the mattress as she arched her back. Ken’s tongue danced from one taut peak to the other, his hands pushing her breasts close together. The euphoria created by their combined efforts took over, and she squealed with delight, shaking like a ragdoll as her body quaked in climax.
