by Krista Wolf
“Oh yeah,” Corey winked. “Really good care.”
The suggestion put a new flutter in my belly. A whole host of wicked thoughts raced through my brain, as Brody’s hands slipped lower, over the globes of my ass.
“See you tomorrow baby,” he said, lowering his lips to mine. He squeezed, and a bolt of lightning rocketed through my body.
Forty
LAUREN
“So you guys are really going for it?” I asked, reaching for the dice. “The two of you are going in on Floyd’s place?”
Corey nodded from where he was lounged out on the floor beside me. He looked incredibly sexy, lying there in his boxers. I couldn’t tell if his too-tight T-shirt was for my benefit or if he’d just packed the wrong one.
“We’re splitting it down the middle,” he confirmed. “All of our savings. If the finances go through, we’re splitting the loan too.”
“Shit, that’s brave,” said Mason. He sat back down in his spot, handing us each a fresh beer.
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” said Corey.
“Nothing lost either,” Mason pointed out.
Corey grunted as he brought the bottle to his lips. I’d started rattling the dice, but stopped to watch the cool liquid slide down his sexy throat.
“Fuck it,” he said, letting out a gratified sigh. “You can’t take it with you.”
He looked cool and confident, but I could tell there was an underlying nervousness there too. It was a big step. A huge move. Luckily he was undertaking it with someone else. Someone who was like a brother to him.
“You guys must do well for yourselves,” I said. “Saving up enough money to open your own place.”
“As dancers?”
“She was about to say strippers,” Mason teased, “but yeah, I think that’s what she meant.”
Corey looked at me smugly and only smiled. He tipped his beer back again.
“It’s not as glamorous as you’d think,” he told me. “Or fun.”
“Oh no?” I chuckled. “Two super-hot guys dancing in front of a bunch of horny girls?”
“Yeah but 90% of them are drunk. Ever been the only sober person at an all-drunk party?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Well it’s just like that,” said Corey. “Seems like it would be fun. But then you get there, and… no.”
I looked at him carefully, watching his expression. For some reason I was still skeptical.
“Seriously?” added Mason. “You’re in Vegas, man! Everybody’s cutting loose, no?”
I nodded in agreement. “Stripping in front of all those eager bachelorette parties? All those bridesmaids, on vacation?” I stopped rattling the dice long enough to poke him. “Shit, you must have your pick.”
“We don’t,” Corey said simply. “I mean we do and we don’t.”
“Do and don’t what?”
“We could have our pick, but we don’t do… that.”
Mason cocked his head. “Don’t do what? What are we talking abou—”
“We don’t shit where we eat,” Corey jumped in. “That’s what I’m saying.”
I threw my hand forward and rolled. The dice came up with a total of 10. Two fives. I started moving my little dog around the board.
“I guess that’s why we came up with the flyer,” Corey went on. He was talking to no one in particular now. “It gave us an outlet. Something to spend our energies on. I mean, we’d have girls rubbing up on us all night long. Getting us going, getting us excited. But not being able to rub back…”
“Awww… girls rubbing up on you all night,” Mason groaned, rolling his eyes. “Sounds brutal.”
I laughed. So did Corey.
“It must be absolutely terrible,” Mason went on. “All those eager women. I’d be so sick and tired of—”
“FUCK!” I shouted.
The guys whipped their heads around to look at me, then followed my gaze down to the board.
“North Carolina Avenue?” Corey laughed, whistling low. “Man, you’re screwed.”
“Hang on,” I said, scrambling around with my play money. “How much is it with—”
“A hotel?” Mason finished for me. He squinted at the little card in front of him. “Twelve hundred seventy-five dollars.”
My shoulders slumped. I dropped my money. “Okay, now I’m screwed.”
“Not yet,” Mason grinned.
Forty-One
LAUREN
I glanced around at my depleted resources. My money was down to twenties and tens. Half my properties were already mortgaged, including the utilities.
“Fine,” I sighed finally. “What do you want?”
“Well let’s see…” said Mason. “You went down on me for two minutes, to get out of paying for St. Charles place.”
“Three minutes,” Corey admitted. We looked at him and he shrugged. “I fudged the timer.”
“Even better,” Mason grinned.
I bit my lip, hoping to look innocent. It didn’t seem to be working.
“Look, I only made you massage my shoulders when you landed on my property.”
“Yeah, but that was Baltic Avenue.” He glanced down at my little dog token, standing in front of his bright red hotel. “So for something like this…”
I stood up with a sigh. Feigning my best resignation, I strutted across the room — dressed only in my underwear — and placed both hands on the arm of the couch.
“You sure your roommate’s not coming back tonight?” I asked.
“One hundred percent,” said Mason.
“Alrighty then…” I purred, in my sexiest voice. Reaching behind me, I pulled my G-string off to one side. “Three minutes.”
Mason gulped hard, like he was swallowing a golf ball. “Five,” he said, leaping to his feet.
“Four,” I countered needlessly. Widening my stance, I swung my ass back and forth at him seductively. “Start the timer.”
Corey laughed and hit the stopwatch button on his phone. Mason started moving faster.
“This isn’t right,” he said, taking his place behind me. “I’m not ready.”
“Too bad,” I teased. “A deal’s a deal.”
His hands went to my hips, adjusting me for the height difference. It was so hot, the way he controlled me. The way he moved and shifted my body, in any way he wanted.
“I’m still… I’m still not…”
I could feel him rubbing himself up and down now, through my warm furrow. Dragging the silky head of his cock through my slick entrance.
“You expect me to just go from zero to sixty?” he protested. “The time really shouldn’t start until I’m hard.”
“Hey,” I called back with a shrug. “I could always mortgage some railroads…”
After less than a minute he slipped inside. It was amazing, feeling him grow hard inside me. Sensing every new inch of his budding arousal, as he took those first few tentative strokes.
“Mmmmm…” he growled, somewhere low and deep in his chest. “There we go.”
Both hands were on my ass now, the fingers curling into claws as he pumped me. It made me feel possessed by him. Almost bought and paid for, using my body to pay my bills. I closed my eyes and went with it, enjoying the role play. Mason was my filthy landlord, taking out every last dollar of play rent money in our dirty little game.
“Two minutes,” Corey called from the floor. He was watching more intently now, his voice thick with lust. I could tell our little Monopoly game wouldn’t go on much longer.
“She’s so tight,” Mason grunted, bearing down on me. He was moving faster now, screwing me harder. The sound of the slapping of our bodies filled the whole apartment. “I—I bet I could come…”
It always turned me on when they talked to each other. There was something sexy about it I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Something that made me feel like their plaything, which had always been part of the fantasy for me.
I imagined his roommate coming home right now and walking in on this. The
shock on his face, the surprise of seeing me bent over his couch, Mason drilling me from behind… while his friend watched from the floor, awaiting his own turn.
“Three and a half,” warned Corey.
I started bucking back against him, screwing my ass in a circle. Fucking him with purpose, with the intent of getting him off. It was like a whole new game. Beating the timer…
“Annnnd time!”
We finished just short of him coming. He took a few bonus strokes, maybe five or ten more seconds, and then we were face to face again. The look in Mason’s eyes was desperation, fueled by lust. But there was also something else too. An underlying… restraint.
“You stopped yourself?”
His cock jutted straight out from his magnificent body; hard, wet, throbbing. God, I wanted to push him to the floor and just impale myself on it! To feel it slide all the way up inside me, as I sank the full weight of my body downward…
“Roll.”
Somehow he had the dice again. He pushed them into my hand.
“What?”
“You rolled doubles,” he said. “You roll again.”
I knew that part. What I didn’t know is why he was so intent upon—
“If you roll a seven,” he said evenly, “you land on Boardwalk. And then… we’re taking you into that bedroom, and taking it out on your ass.”
A sudden thrill shot through me, mixed with a little bit of fear and apprehension. But mostly, excitement.
“I am not rolling a seven.” I declared.
Mason smiled back at me smugly. Corey was beside him now, too.
“You’re stalling,” he said.
Forty-Two
LAUREN
They took good care of me first, before the big deed. Made sure I was sopping wet and beyond willing, as well as a very, very happy girl.
What happened of course, was that I rolled a seven. I moved my game piece, landed on Boardwalk. And not just Boardwalk. Boardwalk with a hotel…
At that point the game was over. Corey threw me over his shoulder and carried me into Mason’s bedroom, with his friend following closely behind.
Taking it out on your ass…
“You ever done this?” Corey had asked, stepping out of his boxers. His body looked hard and smooth in the flickering shadows, his chest and shoulders all rippled with muscle.
“Yes,” I admitted. “A couple of times.”
He arched an eyebrow. “And?”
“It wasn’t Rob’s thing,” I replied with a shrug. “But for the minute or two we did try it…” I said breathlessly, “I really, really liked it.”
They’d smiled, and then dropped down naked on either side of me. From there they took turns kissing me, while grinding their hard cocks against the warm flesh of my outer thighs.
It felt almost sacrilegious, mentioning my ex’s name. Talking about him with these two gorgeous guys, who were hellbent on making me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.
But hey, they’d asked.
“Lay back,” Mason had murmured softly into my mouth. “We’re gonna make you really relaxed first.”
Their hands roamed, their fingers probed… all while they kept kissing me, nibbling on my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. The sensations overwhelmed me as always, sending me to cloud nine. Giving me shivers and shakes that I couldn’t possibly control.
God…
I kissed them back but it wasn’t fair; I was outnumbered, outclassed. They went on kissing me until I was crying with pleasure. Went on touching me until my pussy was thoroughly drenched and my legs were trembling.
“Easy baby…”
When Corey slid between my thighs I sucked in a quick breath. I let it out as a long, slow hiss as he slid further downward… and I felt his hot mouth close over my dripping sex.
I sifted my hands through the near-crewcut of his hair, wishing he were Brody, only so I’d have something more substantial to hold onto. Instead I clenched his head, shoving it downward. Using it to grind myself against his face until I was ready to come, and this time Corey devoured and fingered me through a monster orgasm, without stopping or teasing or slowing down.
When he was finished, he slid back up and kissed me, letting me taste my nectar on his tongue. He was right, it was sweet. Sweet and musky and totally hot, as his lips churned sexily and drank from mine.
Then I felt another mouth, another tongue… and my eyes rolled back into my head.
Holy. Shit.
They took turns going down on me, their talented tongues working me over while I squirmed my naked asscheeks into the soft, warm bed. The ambiance was perfect, even romantic. The room had been lit by candles before the game, in anticipation of exactly this.
“She’s ready,” Mason declared eventually. “Turn her over.”
Boardwalk had been his property, his hotel. He’d already declared ‘first rights’, a phrase which somehow made the whole thing even hotter for me, if that were possible.
Corey held me steady as his friend slid into me from behind. He told me he wanted to watch every line in my face, every part of my expression.
“You good?” he asked sweetly.
I nodded through the ecstasy, reveling in the slow, steady rhythm of Mason screwing me from behind. He was in my pussy now. Getting himself all wet. Getting ready.
This is it.
I could feel his thumb, probing my asshole in gentle circles. Getting it all wet and lubricated, testing its boundaries as he continued to fuck me.
Oh… oh fuck.
Corey looked up over my body after a while, to stare at his friend. He mouthed two words. “Do it.”
Mason pulled out and re-entered me slowly, this time pushing his hard cock straight up my ass. It was so incredibly hot, so wet and willing, the head slid right in.
“Ohhhhhh…”
He stopped short, but I reached back to clench his hard, tight ass. “It’s okay,” I said. “Just… go slow.”
I felt him relax, and in turn my body did as well. Little by little, he guided his way in. I took him inside me inch by inch, remembering that amazing, heavy feeling that had always turned me on so much.
Fuck yes…
He filled me perfectly, all the way in. I gasped as he bottomed out, my eyes growing heavy with arousal. Then Corey started kissing me again, and I nearly lost it.
“You love it, don’t you?” he whispered.
I nodded slowly, biting my lip. Mason was screwing me steadily now, fucking me in the ass. Overloading the pleasure centers of my brain with that glorious sense of weight and fullness.
FUCK it felt good.
Mason slid closer, angling his body to present me his cock. I grabbed it from the base and lowered my mouth over it, still focusing intently on the feeling of being plowed from behind.
God…
I’d been in this position so many times over the past four or five days, but this was wholly different. Every movement I made was amplified. Every push and pull, sandwiched so tightly between them, sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my very core. For the first time, I saw how someone could climax like this. How a woman could reach orgasm strictly this way, based on the intensity of the feelings alone.
I sucked on Corey for a while, giving myself over to Mason. Letting him take me where only one other man had ever been, and in a situation that hadn’t done me much in the way of justice, either.
But this…
Oh my God, this!
When my climax finally hit, it started in a whole different place in my body. My orgasm felt so different, too. It rose up from an all new source; one more heavy and complete, one that made me stop blowing Corey and cry out loud — not in pain, but in total, wanton ecstasy — while every muscle in my body seemed to contract inward, all at once.
I came so hard I didn’t even feel it: Mason, climaxing along with me. Reaching the same shining pinnacle as me, but on a much different mountaintop…
Fuuuuuck!
Corey was on his knees now. He grabbe
d my face, turning it to meet him.
“He’s coming inside you, isn’t he?” he growled.
“YES.” Oh God, yes.
“And where’s he coming?”
His fingers tightened, hollowing out my cheeks. I could barely function over the haze of my own euphoria.
“In me…” I gasped. “He’s coming inside me.”
I could feel the pulses, the rhythmic contractions as he filled me from behind. But Corey wasn’t satisfied.
“Inside you where Lauren?” he grunted. “Say it. Tell me where—”
“In my ass,” I gasped abruptly. “He’s coming in my ass…”
Corey’s eyes flared. He was enjoying this way too much. Staring back at me with all new levels of heat and desire, as Mason collapsed backward against his own headboard.
I fell sideways, into the fluffy comforter bunched up beneath me. The blankets were warm and inviting. The perfect place to just curl up into a ball and sleep.
Suddenly a pair of strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me roughly in the other direction. I gasped as a hand went commandingly to the back of my head. In no time at all I was face down. Ass up…
“My turn,” I heard Corey growl.
Forty-Three
LAUREN
The ride back to Las Vegas — and the desert beyond — seemed a lot longer than the ride in. Maybe it was because we were tired. Or maybe because we’d stayed up most of the night fucking around in Mason’s apartment, fixing snacks and playing games… generally laughing our asses off, while the guys took turns screwing me senseless.
It was more than a little strange, how easily we’d all hit it off. How quickly we’d become friends who knew each other, rather than new acquaintances who were just hanging out. We talked so much, we discovered a lot about each other. Our likes and dislikes. Our far-flung hopes, our stupid dreams.
Mason talked at length about his experiences in Hollywood. The highs, the lows, the craziness that followed showing up for pilot season one year and finding out he might have a future clear on the other side of the country. I admired him for dropping everything to chase his dream. For being willing to take the plunge into something totally unknown, knowing he might not succeed, and then eking out some measure of success anyway.
