by Dizzy Hooper
Because everything is terrible. Nothing good can come of any of this.
Unless—
What if it can?
I can stay here on my knees, letting humiliation swamp me, letting my career slip down the drain just like the water that washed me clean.
Or I can seize on the naked hunger in Sal's gaze.
I can take the obvious friendship between these two men and I can parlay it into something that makes them stronger instead of letting it tear us apart.
Panting, my body a quivering mess of conflicting sensations, I stare up at Sal. I force the tears back and lick my lips.
And I ask, "You just gonna watch? Or do you want to join in?"
My heart stops, my breath freezing in my lungs.
Possible futures spin out in front of me, and holy shit, the bad ones are really bad. Most of the good ones take a turn for the worse as soon as we all get off, too.
Even if Sal takes me up on this offer—even if Jaquan decides to keep going after the change in plans…
As soon as they're done shooting their loads off in me, then what? They could still tell all the guys. I could still lose my job and what respect I'd earned in my time here so far.
I could be setting the worst, best precedent imaginable.
Instead of firing me or writing me off as the firehouse slut, the rest of the guys could just…demand their turn.
A powerful spasm rocks my body, and I clench down unconsciously around Jaquan.
But it's not entirely a good thought. Becoming the station's resident come-dump might be fun in my fantasies, but real life would be something different entirely. I would happily do any of the guys on my shift, but not like that. Not out of obligation. Not just because I'm a convenient hole to put their cocks.
I care about them too much.
And that right there is a whole other minefield I'm not prepared to deal with right now.
Forcing all thoughts of the future from my mind, I focus on the here and now.
Here. Now. On all fours in a locker room shower stall, one guy buried to the hilt in my dripping cunt. One guy gazing down at me with eyes as black as midnight, his erection obvious in his pants, his hands curled into fists at his sides.
All three of us stay there, hanging on each other's decision. Sal's expression is hot with arousal, but conflict plays out in the set of his mouth, the lines on his brow.
In the end, Jaquan is the first to speak.
"Come on, man." His fingers digging into my hips punctuate his words. They're not quite a plea—it's more like a guy egging his buddy on, and fine, that's entirely all right by me. "You know you want to."
Something in Sal seems to break. "Walker is going to kill us."
But even as he says it, he's reaching for the waistband of his pants.
"Nah," Jaquan says, rocking his hips and sending lightning up my spine. "I think he's gonna be just fine with it."
What? I shake my head. "You can't tell him—I—"
"Don't you worry about it," Sal says.
With that, the decision has apparently been made. I still have about a thousand questions, and their discussion about what our lieutenant is going to think if he finds out about us having a filthy three-way in the locker room is only giving me more.
I can't dwell on any of them, though. Not when Jaquan starts up a slow rhythm again.
Not when Sal is dropping to his knees before me and taking my face in the palm of his hand.
I shudder, squeezing Jaquan's cock and moving into Sal's touch.
"Hungry, kitten?" he asks, rubbing his thumb across my lips.
I lick at his skin, then suck his thumb into my mouth. Salt bursts across my tongue. I meet his dark gaze, then release him with a pop.
"Starving."
And I am.
On one level, this whole threesome thing kind of came out of nowhere. I didn't plan on making a move on Jaquan, but after the moment we shared today, it felt so natural to fall into him, to give in to his sexual magnetism.
But I've shared just as much attraction with Sal. The last time I was on shift, I swear we were about this close to going at each other over by the lockers. Today, after I pulled Jaquan out of that fire, Sal came to me with his thanks, and the air was so charged, my flesh hot with awareness of him and his voice and the depths in his gaze.
So when he leans in and captures my mouth with his, it almost feels natural.
The angle is awkward as hell, but I can't bring myself to care. I open for him, letting him possess the kiss. Behind us, Jaquan groans, and I flush. The new exhibitionist in me loves putting on a show for him, even as I'm letting him fuck his thick cock into me.
Before long, Sal pulls away. He finishes dropping his pants to his thighs. His cock springs forth, even longer than Jaquan's—if maybe not quite as thick. The hard flesh is red with need, his slit glistening. A big vein runs up the side, and I open my mouth, leaning forward, eager for a taste.
"You really are hungry for it, aren't you?"
I should probably be ashamed about that, shouldn't I? On some level I am, but I'm also turned on as hell—and in the end, it's not as if he's wrong. It's been so long since I've been properly touched. I've been keeping myself to myself, and I'm soaking in every bit of these guys' attention.
And I seriously cannot fucking wait to feel that huge dick in my throat.
"Yeah," Sal groans, wrapping his fist around the base of his cock. He angles it toward me, and I strain, leaning forward, aching for it. "Yeah, go on. Suck me."
I finally manage to swipe my tongue over his fat crown, and God, yeah. The bitter, salty taste of his pre-come floods my mouth, and I want more.
He feeds me his cock an inch at a time, and I take it happily. Before I can gag, he pulls back out. I purse my lips around him, giving him that tight, wet suction, and he fucks back into it, deeper this time.
"Jesus," Sal groans.
"Right?" Jaquan shoves his cock into me harder. "Fucking amazing, isn't she?"
"Damn right."
Sal threads his fingers through my wet hair, cupping the back of my head and guiding me into a rhythm as he starts fucking my mouth in earnest.
Before I know it, they're properly spit-roasting me, moving in tandem. Jaquan shoves in hard as Sal pulls away. Jaquan draws back, and Sal nudges my throat, and it's overwhelming and amazing.
My reservations and fears remain, but they're hard to keep track of as my body lights up, pleasure building fast now. I give in to it, blocking out the worry about what happens when this is over.
For now, I have two gorgeous men giving it to me hard. I throw myself into their movements, chasing their cocks as they fill me up. Sal thrusts a little too deep, and he pushes into the entry to my throat. It's all I can do to suppress my gag reflex, but I let him in. As I choke on his cock, my head goes floaty. Pleasure barrels down on me harder.
Jaquan's strokes start to go erratic, his speed punishing. He pounds into me faster and faster.
And then he reaches underneath my body to get his fingers on my clit.
And that's it.
My orgasm crashes over me without warning, carrying me out to sea. I shudder to my bones, and it's relief and ecstasy all in one. Fuck—it's been so long since I've had a real cock to squeeze down around as my pussy explodes. Liquid heat fills my blood, and I scream around my mouthful of dick.
Apparently, that was all Jaquan was waiting for. He fucks into my pussy a half dozen more times, then grunts out, "Gonna—can I—?"
I yank myself off Sal, drool and pre-come running down my chin. "Yeah, God, yeah, fill me up—"
Jaquan hauls me back onto him. His huge cock throbs inside me as he slams home.
His hot come flows into me, and yeah, Jesus. It feels so good, having him shoot inside me. I pulse around him, milking him, wanting every fucking drop.
"Shit, she let you…?"
"Yeah," Jaquan groans, shuddering, more thick seed pouring into me. "Fuck, it's unreal, her pussy."
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sp; I look up at Sal, delirious. "You wanna find out?"
He doesn't hesitate this time. "Damn right I do."
With a wet, filthy sound, Jaquan pulls out. I groan at the gush of come that leaks from my body, at the sudden ache of being empty again.
Still on his knees, Jaquan staggers to the side, leaving room for Sal between my thighs.
But instead of shoving right in, Sal grabs me by the shoulder and rolls me over. I whine at the cold tile on my skin as he puts me on my back right there on the floor. He fits his hands to the backs of my knees and splays me open, putting my used cunt on display. I shudder, my pussy throbbing, more of Jaquan's come pouring out of me. God, he filled me so good, he pumped so much of himself into me.
How wet will I be after Sal's done fucking me?
I don't have to wait long to find out.
Sal shoves one of my legs over his shoulder, then takes himself in hand and lines himself up. The fat head of his cock drags along my slit, and I can just picture him coating himself in the mess of my juices and Jaquan's spend. All slick now, he nudges himself against my gaping opening.
We both groan as he presses inside. I was right—he is longer than Jaquan and almost as wide. It doesn't matter. Being full again feels too good.
He keeps me spread, leaning forward to brace himself with one hand on the floor beside my head. I'm practically bent in half, with no leverage to do anything except faintly rock into his thrusts. Helpless and overwhelmed and barreling toward a second climax, I hold onto his arm, and Jesus. He's still fully dressed except for his pants around his knees, while I'm naked, getting fucked raw on the floor by the second man inside of ten minutes, and is this real?
It feels like a fantasy, only it's too good, even for that. Sal smells like heaven, and his cock feels even better, jackhammering in and out of me. He batters my G-spot, and I'm so fucking close.
With my free hand, I reach out toward the side toward something, anything to ground me.
And what I find is Jaquan. His big hand closes over mine and squeezes. I look to the side, meeting his wide eyes.
"Look at you," he says, low and deep. "So fucking gorgeous when you're taking it."
He shifts closer. He seals his mouth over mine for a hot, wet kiss.
Then he moves down. He takes my nipples between his lips and sucks hard, teeth nipping at swollen, oversensitive flesh. Sal growls and leans past him to claim my mouth, and I don't even know where either of them starts and where the other ends. All I know is the hot pressure of their mouths, their hands, the quickening pace of Sal's huge cock pounding into me. I arch into it all, closing my eyes, tilting my hips, seeking the tiniest hint of friction against my clit.
When I find it, I tense all over, straining toward the release that's building within me.
Until blissfully, brilliantly, it sweeps me away.
Hot pleasure blooms inside me. I pulse around Sal's thick length. Jaquan pulls away from my breast, exposing that flesh to the cold air, and Sal takes up all the space left in his wake. He holds both of my legs wide and slams into me, shoving me across the tile. My orgasm hits a second peak, and I scream, my vision flashing black.
Sal drives home one more time, hard and deep. My whole body spasms as his cock kicks inside me. Another hot load of come fills my cunt, and I groan. Stilling over top of me, he drops his head into my neck. His lips press to my pulse, and I pull him close.
Jaquan squeezes my other hand tightly. I dig my nails into the back of his palm.
For a few minutes, I float along on the sea of happy sex-hormones moving through me. Sal seems to need a little time to compose himself, too. Jaquan gives it to us, sitting there patiently while we come down from our high.
Finally, I open my eyes. Through blurry eyes, I stare at the institutional, white-paneled ceiling above.
The partially open curtain right beside my head.
Shit.
The insanity of my situation comes back to me all at once. Sheer panic threatens to paralyze me. Sal's heavy weight feels less like a comfort and more like a restraint. I swing my gaze around wildly.
It lands on Jaquan, who's got this blissed-out, shit-eating grin on his face. Right. Easy for him to be happy and self-satisfied. He gets caught and everyone will high-five him for his conquest.
While I'll get labeled as a filthy slut.
I reverse my grip on Sal, pushing him away. He props himself up on his elbows over top of me, blinking slowly. His smile is soft and slow, and it couldn't be a bigger mismatch for the anxiety clawing at my chest.
But then he puts his hand to the side of my face. He leans in to press his lips to mine. "Shh. It's okay."
"It is?" I croak.
"Way, way better than okay," Jaquan says, rising gingerly to his feet.
How can they be so calm?
"I have to get dressed," I insist, pushing at Sal again.
He lets me go, his softening cock slipping out of me. A mix of both their come gushes out of me, and I try to close my legs, the shame rising in me now, but Sal stops me.
Holding my thighs open, he reaches up. Jaquan is standing over us. He hands Sal a towel, and he takes it, bringing it to the sore, fucked-out place between my legs. I wince at the press of scratchy cloth to my battered cunt, but I let him clean me up.
Once he's done, he helps me up, and great, I appreciate that. But it doesn't change the fact that I just let two of my crewmates double-team me in the locker room shower. I accept another towel and wrap it around my chest—as if they haven't already seen everything there is to see.
"Look," I start. I fumble for words, but white noise blares in my head, blocking out all rational thought.
"It's okay," Sal insists. He steps in close—maybe too close. Again, he takes my face in his hand and leans in for a kiss, but I turn away. Undeterred, he puts his lips to my temple, then rests the top of his head against mine. "We got you."
And I want to accept that. God, do I ever. But how can I?
While I continue losing my mind over here, Sal addresses Jaquan. "You sticking around?"
"Nah, man. They put me on leave for two weeks."
"Heading home then?"
"Yeah."
"We'll meet you there?"
"Hell, yeah."
It takes a second for his meaning to filter through my overheated brain. "We?" I finally manage.
"We," Sal confirms. His warm breath washes over me, making me shiver. "Come home with us."
The shiver turns into a full-body tremble.
No. They can't. Can they?
"I—"
"We are so fucking far from done with you," Sal growls. Reaching under my towel, he grabs my ass. My pussy clenches, and more of their come drips down my thigh, and that's so dirty.
I just got fucked within an inch of my life—twice. But it's like I'm already primed and ready to go again.
"You done with us?" Jaquan asks. He's leaning against the wall, standing on one foot to keep his weight off his ankle.
And maybe it's that detail that breaks me. That absolutely insane image of this gorgeous, naked man, hobbling around in this shower, trying to reassure me. Trying to get me to come home with him.
A bubble of a laugh rises to my throat. And it feels good—to laugh. To give in.
If only for a while.
The tight, anxious place in my chest loosens.
I may still be screwed, literally and metaphorically.
But that's for future me to worry about. For now, I have the rest of my shift to finish up.
And then I have an invitation standing in front of me. Accepting will only keep my worries at bay for another few hours, but those are hours that I'll take—happily.
"No." I pull away from Sal to look at Jaquan. His eyes sparkle. Newly reassured, I sway toward him. We kiss softly, gently. But the kiss is full of promise. Releasing his lips, I shake my head. "Definitely not done."
"Good," Sal says. "After our shift, you're coming home with us."
Jaquan licks h
is lips. "And we're going to finish what we started here."
19
The rest of my shift passes without incident.
Sal and Jaquan and I were pretty loud while we were fucking in the shower area, but the walls must be crazy sound-proofed. I hold my breath on my way out, but none of the other guys so much as looks at me weird. As far as I can tell, they don't have a clue.
True to his word, Jaquan heads home to rest his ankle and enjoy his PTO.
As we finish up our evenings, Sal doesn't treat me any differently than he did before I sucked his cock and let him shoot his load in my pussy. There are a few heated looks, but that's not exactly anything new.
Walker just nods at me and smiles, and tells me to have a good night as I head upstairs. Street is nowhere to be found, as usual.
And Corey…
He's already in his bunk by the time I toss myself into mine. He glances at me over the top of the book he's reading, and maybe his expression is a little softer than usual. A little more intimate.
Or maybe I'm just imagining things.
Finally getting the good, hard fucking you've been aching for can go to a girl’s head, apparently.
It can also leave a girl wrung out and exhausted and actually relaxed for once.
Pulling up the scratchy covers, I roll over and bury my head in the pillow.
The next thing I know, it's morning.
I rise to the sound of my alarm instead of the station’s this time. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and glance around. Street is sacked out in the top bunk in the corner. Corey's stripping his bed. The other bunks are all empty.
I rise, and Corey looks over to me, shining another soft smile. I return it with a bleary wave and try not to read too much into it.
I splash some water on my face in the bathroom and brush my teeth, then clean out my bunk and head downstairs.
Walker and Sal are chatting by the coffee pot. Something hot and wanting turns over in the pit of my abdomen at the smoldering look Sal shoots my way.
I swallow hard. Memories of last night surge through me, making my pussy clench. I cleaned myself up well enough, but I'm still wet from taking his and Jaquan's cocks.
