by Terry Towers
Then it happened: her eyes slowly worked their way down my body and landed on the blatant erection that was pressing against my pajama bottoms. I could feel my cheeks grow warm as I looked down, as if I didn’t already know the status of my dick.
When I looked back up and my eyes met hers there was a fire in her gaze that I hadn’t seen before. I’d seen the very look she was giving me in the eyes of women in the past, but none of the other women sent a flare of desire through me like she did.
I was only human; I couldn’t have resisted if I’d wanted to. I lowered myself onto her, my erection pressing against her pelvis. Just feeling the soft warmth of her luscious body beneath me sent a surge through me. My head lowered, my lips getting closer and closer to hers. I still had time to stop this, and hesitated a moment, the conflict about what this could potentially start temporarily freezing me.
She didn’t give me a chance to make the decision on my own. Slipping a hand behind my neck she brought my lips down to hers. I groaned as our lips touched; her lips were so soft and they parted, allowing me entry.
Chapter 7
Tyler
Why couldn’t I just get her off my mind? This was absolutely absurd. She was just a woman, like every other woman who had come in and out of my life; nothing more, nothing less. Don’t get me wrong, I loved women. But to be this fucked up because of Genevieve being here for the past couple of days was ridiculous.
And to top it all off, I was hungry. There was freshly made jerky in the cupboard.
Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling—debating. Until I heard voices. My brow creased as attempted to hear what was being said. After several minutes I gave up tying and sat up in bed. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep now, not with all the chitter-chatter.
The voices stopped as I sat up, but I knew it hadn’t been my imagination. Sliding off the bed, I got to my feet and stretched. Because of the pneumonia I’d slept more than I had in months and now that I was better, I was rested up as well.
Heading to the door, I hesitated before opening it. I hadn’t heard either of them moving around. What in the hell was going on out there? Chuckling to myself, I opened the door. Chances are they were just kicking back and enjoying the fire.
Stepping through the doorway, it only took a moment for my gaze to settle on my best friend and Genevieve on the sofa. Their bodies were entangled, and his lips were devouring hers. I immediately shifted my gaze to the fire.
What in the fuck do I do now? The question blew up in my mind as I watched them. A part of me was pissed. Why Brock? What made it that she wanted him and not me? As soon as the thought entered my mind, I forced it back. Sure, I’d been attracted to her, but that was it. It’s not like I’d laid claim on her and so she’d chosen him.
“Tyler, you’re up.” Brock’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. When I looked back to them, I could see the rosy glow on her cheeks and took notice of her heaving chest. Brock ran a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Yeah, got a case of the munchies.” I hooked my thumb toward the open doorway. “But, I don’t want to interrupt so I’m just going to…”
“No. You’re not interrupting.”
That’s when I caught onto the look in Brock’s eyes as he shifted his gaze from me to Genevieve and then back again. Nope. Hell no. We hadn’t done that in years. Besides, Genevieve didn’t come across as a woman who would entertain more than one man. Not a chance.
I looked back down at Genevieve who was still lying on her back on the sofa, her elbows behind her, keeping her up and pushing her breasts forward. Fucking enticing. But it could get weird, even if she was up for it. We were going to be trapped here for days whether things went well or not. Who knew how long it would be before we could get mobile and either get her to her own cabin or to town?
Looking deep into Genevieve’s eyes, there was a connection that flowed between us. It suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks that she just might be down for it. The revelation made me anxious, my pulse accelerating. I really didn’t know what to do and was paralyzed with indecision.
~*~ TT ~*~
Genevieve
I was both scared and thrilled by the situation before me. I didn’t miss the look that both men gave each other. I also didn’t misinterpret the way they were both looking at me, or the electricity that flowed between me and Brock. It wouldn’t surprise me if the chemistry between me and Tyler were the same.
But what should I do?
Just because I wrote about women being with two men didn’t mean I’d experienced it before. Not that I wasn’t curious about it. I was very curious, but at the same time it was an intimidating concept—especially with two men who were both sexier than anyone I’d ever been with before. But I’ll admit, Brock’s kisses—and the feel of his hard body—were blurring my state of mind and causing a deep-seeded need to grow within me. What would it hurt anyhow? Why couldn’t I just have a night, or several nights, of wild abandon?
“Join us,” The words came out of my mouth before I even knew what was happening. I was tempted to try and take the words back, but it wasn’t possible, mostly because I didn’t want to. Every part of me wanted this; the fear of the fallout of the three of us together couldn’t shake the need.
My gaze remained locked onto Tyler’s as Brock took my hand and pulled me up and into a seated position. Fuck the man was strong; his body hard and tight, the ultimate alpha male that I wrote about in my books. I turned my head to look up at Brock, who was straddling my waist as his lips came crashing down on mine.
Oh my God! I sighed inwardly. Do something wild for once in your life! A voice at the back of my mind screamed at me.
What could it hurt? I returned his kiss with enthusiasm, slipping my arms around his neck and pressing myself up against his broad chest. Parting my lips, his tongue slipped between them seeking out mine. As our tongues touched a jolt of pleasure raced through me causing my core to clench and my pussy to grow moist.
As the heat intensified between me and Brock, I felt Tyler come to kneel behind me on the sofa. Oh God! I tensed a minute. This was real, it was going to happen! Something I had written and fantasized about for years was finally going to happen.
Brock leaned against my back, sandwiching me between them, the heat from their bodies radiating through me. It was such a good feeling; it felt like I was being worshiped, by two amazing tattooed Gods. I smiled against Brock’s lips. My smile quickly disappeared, and I moaned when Tyler’s lips brushed the side of my neck, sending another tremor through me.
Breaking the kiss, I tilted my head and let it fall back against Tyler’s shoulder, giving him better access to the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck. The strength of the two men pressing against me was invigorating, turning my body into an inferno of need.
Brock’s hand slid down my side, grazing my breast before grasping the hem of my tank top. There was a moment’s hesitation before he began tugging the shirt up. My heart rate accelerated as my breasts, covered in a half-cup satin bra, became exposed to his gaze.
Tyler’s lips left my neck, causing me to groan in protest. Lifting my hands over my head, I allowed the tank top to be pulled up and over my head. Brock tossed the top onto the coffee table.
Slipping a hand behind my head, Brock lowered his lips to mine while urging me toward him. I accepted his kiss eagerly, feeling Tyler’s hands on my shoulders gently massaging the muscle and working his way down until he reached the clasp on my bra. The clasp sprang open and the bra loosened over my breasts, no longer offering its previous support.
Tyler’s hands moved back up to my shoulders and gently pushed the satin garment off them as the kiss with Brock deepened, sending jolts of electric passion through me. I tossed the bra in the direction of the coffee table but couldn’t tell for certain if it made it there or not. In any other situation I’d have been self-conscious; not only one beautiful man was undressing me, but two. It felt like a fantasy. It had to be a dream—had to be.
Reaching out, I placed my palms flat against Brock’s chest, tracing the hard muscle with my fingertips. His pecs flexed under my fingertips. So beautiful and exhilarating. I’d never been with a man so perfect.
Covering one of my hands with his, Brock slid my hand down his magnificent body, over his six-pack abs to the massive erection that was protruding against his pajama bottoms. My hand slid down the length of his flannel-covered dick to cup his balls and gently squeezed. He groaned softly, looking down at me with a feral look in his eyes.
He lowered his head and his lips came crashing down onto mine with a passion I’d never felt before. My lips parted and he nipped playfully at my lower lip before deepening the kiss as Tyler’s fingers pinched my nipples, making me cry out against Brock’s lips.
As our kiss intensified, sending delicious jolts of pleasure though me, my hand slid back up his shaft and under his pajama bottoms to grasp his length. My God it was so long and thick; beautiful, with a drop of precum that had formed at the tip, I swiped at the cum and used it as lube to begin stroking him.
Brock broke off our kiss and grunted, his body becoming tense before me. As I stroked him, I felt the sudden absence of Tyler behind me. Curious, I looked back to see he’d shed his pajama bottoms and was standing naked. I stopped stroking Brock a moment to feast my eyes on his partner.
My gaze locked with Tyler’s. I was so intent staring into Tyler’s captivating blue eyes that I didn’t notice Brock completely undressing before settling back onto the sofa and pushing me backward onto my back. It was then that I realized I was the only one of the three of us with any type of clothing on.
That didn’t last long.
“You’re goddamned beautiful, Genevieve,” Brock growled, making me focus on him once again as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and pulled them unceremoniously down my hips, legs, and off. They joined the growing pile of clothing on the coffee table and floor.
I felt a blush color my cheeks at the compliment and the lust in his voice as he voiced his appreciation for how I looked. “Thank you,” I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper.
The absence of bottoms made me realize how wet I was between my legs; the sheer white panties were damp and the slight chill of the cabin sent a rush through me that caused me to shiver.
“And as sexy as fuck,” Tyler added with a growl, leaning over me from above and kissing me. I’d never been kissed by a man whose face was in the opposite direction to mine but it somehow worked.
As my tongue frolicked with Tyler’s I felt my panties being slid down my legs to eventually join the rest of our clothing. Moments later, I gasped against Tyler’s lips as I felt Brock’s fingers spread my pussy lips and run his fingers along the length of my slit.
This was happening; it was really happening! A part of me suddenly panicked. Who did this? What would they think of me in the morning? But those thoughts quickly evaporated when Brock replaced his fingers with his tongue, running his tongue along the length of me from my pussy to my clit, lingering a moment at my clit to tease the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue.
I bucked against his teasing tongue as Tyler’s lips pulled away from mine. Tyler stood once more and came to stand beside my head, his dick bobbing before my lips. Reaching out, I grasped his shaft, which was longer then Brock’s but thinner, and began to gently stroke him.
“Oh baby,” Tyler groaned as he began to thrust into my hand working with the rhythm I was setting, slipping a hand into my hair and gently fisting the locks between his fingers.
Tyler’s dick thickened as I stroked him from head to base. As I stroked Tyler, Brock slid two fingers deep into my core, stroking the inner wall, causing me to buck and grind against his hands, soft pleas and whimpers escaping my lips.
Taking one step closer to the sofa, Tyler’s cock pressed against my lips. I moaned, parting my lips and taking his shaft.
“Holy fuck!” Tyler groaned, staring down at me, our gazes locking.
As I worked his dick, my tongue and lips moving up and down his shaft with expertise, Brock removed his fingers from within my core to replace it with his tongue.
“You taste amazing baby,” Brock whispered then set back to work, driving me to near insanity.
I had no choice but to pause my effort to please Tyler in order to bask in the feelings of Brock’s tongue diving deep into my core. His torturous tongue refused to let up, despite my pleas to release me from the building agony. But my release was coming, the coil in my core was growing tighter every second, threatening to snap at any moment.
In an attempt to distract myself from the pleasure I resumed my taunting and teasing of Tyler’s shaft. If I were to be honest, it quickly became apparent that somewhere along the way I lost control of the situation and it became more of a matter of him fucking my mouth then me controlling the pace.
But that was fine because my mind became fully focused on one thing—my impending release. The intense ache between my legs was hitting its breaking point. I was moments away.
Oh God, I don’t know if can handle it! I began to buck frantically against Brock’s mouth. I couldn’t handle it another moment. And then I was there. Oh God! Finally. The dam broke and my entire body trembled as a flood of my juices greeted his greedy tongue.
It felt as if every bit of energy had been drained from me, but I wasn’t about to be let off the hook so soon. I became abundantly aware that Tyler’s shaft was beginning to throb as my mouth attempted to milk his beautiful dick.
Grasping his balls with my free hand, I gently gave them a squeeze and that was his undoing. He groaned as he thrust his hips, slamming the head of his dick against the back of my throat nearly making me choke, as a stream of his cum filled my mouth and throat.
Swallowing down his seed, I didn’t have a moment to even consider what had happened as Brock had slid my legs over his shoulders and was positioning himself between my legs, the head of his shaft pressing at my entrance.
Tyler backed away from me, his cock slipping from my lips. Looking up and into Brock’s eyes all I could see was pure hunger—for me.
Looking down at his glorious dick, I couldn’t stop the plea from escaping my lips. “Please. Give it to me.”
Brock grinned as he shifted, grabbing the back of the sofa for stability and lowering himself to me until my ankles were nearly to my ears. It was only then when we were staring deep into each other’s eyes, our breaths intermingling that he slammed into me, making me scream out.
He remained balls deep within me for a minute, savoring the feeling of my pussy wrapped around his manhood. He refused to move until I bucked up against his pelvis, silently begging for him to bring me along on his orgasmic journey.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held tight to him and whispered. “Please. Fuck me.”
A slow, smile touched his lips, so fucking hot that I nearly came just by seeing the feral hunger in his expression. Slowly he withdrew just far enough that all that remained within my warmth was the head of his dick. Once more he left me suspended in need.
“Say it again, baby,” he demanded.
“Fuck me, Brock. Please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” With so much force that I was down on the sofa an inch he slammed back into me. If I’d expected slow loving I was sorely mistaken. Brock was ruthless, his thrusts coming fast and with force, each time he thrust inward he slammed into my G-spot, making me scream out and my breasts jiggle. It wasn’t going to be long before he had me hitting my brink once more at this pace.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…’’ The word was muttered from my lips over and over.
A thin sheen of sweat began to appear on Brock’s chest. He was getting close; I could feel his cock prepare itself. And God, I was going to come with him. Our moans and whispered words became like a sy
mphony of our passion.
It wasn’t just his cock that was my undoing. Glancing over to the chair I’d been sitting in originally, I saw Tyler. His cock was in his hand, rock-solid again and he was watching us and stroking himself.
Gripping Brock, my fingernails sinking to the hard muscle of his shoulders, I bucked up, meeting Brock’s thrust and released for a second time, my pussy clenching and then relaxing around his cock.
“Holy fuck!” Brock yelled out, thrusting into me a final time before a forceful burst hit into the back of my core, filling me with his offering. I moaned, my pussy clenching one more time and giving me my third orgasm of the night.
I can’t take any more! I can’t! Tyler…
Glancing back at Tyler, my gaze locked onto the motions of his hand onto his shaft. I was hypnotized watching him. It wasn’t until I felt Brock pull out of me, leaving me feeling empty, that the fog within my mind began to slowly clear.
It was as if Tyler was waiting for me to watch again. The moment I laid my eyes on his dick once more, he came. His groan was loud and feral and his cum surprisingly forceful, considering that he’d just reached orgasm not long ago once already.
Closing my eyes, I let my head sink into the cushion beneath my head.
Ohmygod, what have I gotten myself into? I was slightly concerned that what had just happened between us would cause serious awkwardness. But there was another part of me that didn’t think so, as much as I’d like to think I was the first time they’d shared a girl, my gut was telling me that was hardly the case.
They’re just fun…. That’s it. Stress relief. No one is falling in love with anyone here.
Chapter 8
Tyler
I groaned as I stretched. Why in the hell was the bed so hard? Where were all the blankets? The answer came to me almost as quickly as the question. Slowly opening my eyes, I glanced over to my left to see Genevieve curled up against Brock. We’d all passed out on the bear fur rug in front of the fire.
