by Krista Wolf
But this… this was different. Already I could hear a compressor going. I saw the soft comforters and warm blankets we’d slept on all week, stripped from our beds and laid out over air mattresses so thick I knew my tender ass would never have to touch the ground. Maybe.
Brody sidled up on my other side, slipping an arm around my waist.
“The house is amazing and everything,” he said, “but this is tradition. We always spend our last night up here, spread out under the stars.”
“So you drive all the way up here to get drunk?” I teased.
“Sure,” he admitted. “That, and to see the most spectacular fucking sunrise ever.”
“When we wake up in time to see the sun rise,” Corey elbowed him. “Hasn’t happened the last two years.”
“Yeah, well we’re not getting drunk tonight,” said Brody, giving me a wink and a squeeze.
“Don’t wink at me,” I laughed. “I’m getting absolutely shitfaced.”
He looked at me funny for a moment, and I kept a straight face for as long as I could. Then I burst out laughing.
“I kid, I kid,” I chuckled, dodging his latest series of pinches. “You think I want to be throwing up on the plane, all the way home?”
Home. It was more bittersweet than ever. I looked east again, into the darkness. Knowing that the next time the sun cracked the distant sky, they’d be driving me back to the airport.
“Look,” I said, a lot more seriously. “It’s my last night here. I want to spend it between you, just like our first night together. Snuggled up against the three of you, flesh to flesh, skin on skin.” I sighed wistfully. “It’s how I want to remember this.”
I felt another presence; Mason, coming up behind me. He pressed his hard body against my back, his long arms sliding downward, hooking together beneath my breasts. He squeezed me against him, and already I could feel his excitement. There was an electricity in the air. It surrounded us from every direction. Bound us together.
“You’ll get whatever you want tonight,” Mason murmured, lowering his mouth to my neck. He kissed me there, sending warm tingles up and down my spine. “We’ll give you anything. Everything…”
His hands slid down over my belly, then even further, along the tops of my thighs. When he brought them up again he cupped my sex, pulling me against him, causing me to shiver.
A thought occurred to me, and not for the first time. It was a dirty thought, of course. A hot, filthy, wicked thought.
“Well if you’re willing to do anything,” I laughed suggestively. “And you want to make it really memorable?”
The three of them leaned forward, nodding expectantly. They were all ears.
“I have something in mind…”
Forty-Seven
MASON
We took her every way a man can take a woman, in the sanctity of our little hilltop world. Screwing the absolute soul out of her, all three of us, until we were sated and spent and totally drained… even as she crooked a finger, and challenged us to give her more.
I understood that part. It was the last day for her. The last day for all of us really, but for her it would be worse. Brody, Corey and I still had our friendship. We’d see each other every few months, in LA or Vegas, and we’d be back here again next year, at this very same place.
But her…
Lauren was the unknown variable. When she flew back to New York, I knew there was a very good chance she’d move on with her life. She’d forget all about us in time… or at the most, we’d become nothing but a pleasant memory. A collection of really hot moments she could draw upon whenever she wanted to get juiced up, or whenever she got bored with whichever guy was lucky enough to get her next.
Only if I were being truthful? I wanted to be that lucky guy.
And here’s the strange part: not by myself, either. No, as great as a one-on-one relationship with Lauren might be, I wanted what we had right here, right now, out in the desert. I wanted the whole thing — Brody and Corey too. I wanted the camaraderie and excitement that came with taking this smart, beautiful woman together — alongside my friends — doing her in ways that could only be accomplished in this strange, but hot new dynamic I’d discovered.
The funny part was that I was pretty sure Brody and Corey felt the same way. That they’d somehow like to continue our relationship exactly as it was. Neither of them really talked about it, but I could sense a change in the way they were treating the whole thing. Their reactions to Lauren were all new. Wholly different…
I’d seen the two of them with women before. There was always fun, and laughter, and undertones of physical intimacy… but there was always a certain disconnect, too. They’d never allowed themselves to get this close, or this deeply involved. I’d never once seen them this connected to someone, on levels that went far beyond the boundaries of sex.
Half of me was distracted, going over these things. Focusing on that dull ache in the pit of my stomach, knowing this was our last night with her. It sucked. It really, really sucked. My mind kept going back to her laugh, her white-toothed smile… the little hair-flip she always did, right before kissing me, her shamrock eyes flashing brightly… seductively…
The other half of me was more in the moment. More obsessed with what we were doing to her body, and making it good for her. Right now we were in the tent, the warmth of our body heat staving off the cold desert night. Lauren was riding me, in a soft pile of blankets. Grinding her pussy wetly against my abdomen, to screw every last inch out of my throbbing cock.
“My turn,” Brody said again, and I lifted her off me, squeezing her ass. He entered her immediately from behind. Started fucking her doggystyle, while I held her suspended just above my quivering body.
Lauren moaned, leaning down to kiss me. We’d been doing this for a while now, trading off on her pussy, entering her again and again a few minutes at a clip. It made us last, that was for sure. Gave us a chance to calm down and not lose it, the way Corey already had…
“Mason…”
She was whimpering now, into my mouth. Repeating my name over and over again, softly, while Brody fucked her.
“What, baby?”
“I… need you…”
I could barely hear her. She moved her lips to my ear, nibbling on it for a moment as her breathing went faster and faster.
“I need you both… to…”
I held onto her tightly, my hand sliding up to her breasts. I thumbed her nipples, causing her to groan.
“What do you need?”
Her hair was cascading down, framing my face. Tickling both sides of my cheeks, as it swayed back and forth with each of Brody’s deep, penetrating strokes.
“DP me,” Lauren breathed, and I felt her melt in surrender at the words. My cock jumped. My entire body stiffened.
“W—What?”
“I need you to DP me,” she grunted again, this time over her shoulder. This time so Corey could hear it too.
“Oh God,” she cried, rolling her hips. She’d never looked so beautiful, so absolutely perfect. Her skin was flush with excitement, her eyes practically glowing with lust.
“DP me please…”
Forty-Eight
LAUREN
The urge was overwhelming — to have them both inside me, together… at the same time.
Oh, fuck yes.
It was something I’d been seriously considering, since the day this whole thing started. Since that first night they’d taken me together, all three of them, from in front and behind.
I wanted to feel their bodies against mine. Sandwiching me. Pinning me between them. Their muscles, their flesh. Their strong arms wrapped around me, their hands, manipulating me, molding me…
I wanted one lover behind me, and one beneath me, also. Two hard cocks drilling into me at once, filling me in ways that I’d only read about in magazines, or seen only occasionally, in the dirtiest of pornos.
Yet as filthy hot as I knew it could be, it was the closeness I wanted. The feelin
g of being enveloped by them. Of pleasuring two of them simultaneously, with every gentle bounce, every backward thrust.
“Go slow,” I pleaded, although it was a needless thing to say. I trusted them fully. Completely. Of course they’d go slow.
And they did…
I’d already been riding Mason, the head of his magnificent dick poking pleasantly into my most favorite, innermost of places. He held me steady, hands on my hips, pulling me downward until we were face to face, our lips touching. We shared every hot breath between us. My eyes fluttered open, and his smiling expression was a promise of all good things.
“Enjoy this,” he whispered, and then kissed me.
I gasped as Brody entered me from behind, but it was more a cry of ecstasy than of pain. There was a moment of discomfort, then pressure. And then as I relaxed… nothing but that insane, magnificent feeling of fullness and completion.
Oh God…
They fucked me in glorious unison, plunging in and out of my shuddering body at just the right angles, just the right speed. I went to heaven for a while. My brain left my body behind, soaring to places of overwhelming contentment and sheer gratification that had me crying, literally, in pure happiness.
It was everything I’d ever expected it would be, and even beyond. The raw personification of every secret fantasy or forbidden thought I’d ever had, only it was happening for real, and it was happening to me.
I don’t know how long it went on. How long they kept me writhing between them, their hands roaming my body, their hard cocks plundering me from beneath and behind. I went delirious with pleasure. Yelled incoherently into the empty desert, until a strong, calloused hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my screams of bliss.
I came so hard I temporarily blacked out. I know this only because I was still coming when I regained my senses, my body still convulsing and contracting around the two hard lovers buried inside me. They held me even tighter after that, as the aftershocks of my orgasm sent my arms and legs trembling. Holding me and fucking me and then coming inside me together, somehow simultaneously, as if the orgasm of one lover had triggered the other.
They passed me around at will. Took turns fucking me and using me and making me their own. I screwed them back as best I could, until the air in the tent was thick with sex and come. Until every inch of my body was slick with a mixture of perspiration and excitement, and my hair was plastered against my face with pure adrenaline and sweat.
Sometime in the middle of the night I sat up, to find them slumbering around me. Each of them sated and deep in sleep, snoring blissfully as I rose and left the tent.
I pulled the blanket I’d taken with me tighter around my shoulders, as I made my way to the edge of the ridge. Everything below was inky darkness. Above us however, the sky was a billion, brilliant stars.
“You don’t see that in New York…”
I didn’t have to turn to know it was Mason. I could tell by the depth and resonance in his theater-trained voice.
“No,” I sighed happily. “You sure don’t.”
“Too much light pollution,” Mason went on. “Same for LA.”
He took my hand as he stared into the sky with me. Everything was silent. Even the wind had died.
“In the mountains upstate you can see most of this,” he said, “but not everything.” He sighed heavily. “When it comes to stargazing, nothing beats the desert.”
He squeezed my hand. I wanted to squeeze back, to fold myself into his arms and hold him one last time. But I was too deep in thought. Too contemplative.
“How the hell am I ever going to go back to my normal life?” I asked without thinking.
Mason continued to stare silently with me for a while, into the valley below.
“I don’t know,” he said at last. “Maybe you don’t.”
I turned to look at him. “What do you mean I don’t?”
“Maybe you stay a little longer,” he shrugged. “Or maybe—”
“My boss is already going to chew me a new asshole,” I jumped in, with a little more anger than was needed. “Trust me, I’m already fucked six ways to Sunday, the moment I get back.”
Mason looked back at me with his gorgeous, movie-star good looks and cocked his head. “Can I give you a little advice?”
He was so gorgeous it was distracting. I nodded slowly.
“You’re only as fucked as you allow yourself to be.”
I opened my mouth again, this time in indignation. I wanted to tell him he didn’t know Lilith. That he had no idea what I was in for, and that I had to take it on the chin or risk losing my job. I wanted to tell him he doesn’t pay my rent, or sign my paycheck, or even have a clue as to what it takes to make it in New York City. Only maybe he did. Maybe, having already done this in the two biggest cities on the east and west coasts, he knew better than any of us.
“You know you could stay,” another voice called out. I whirled, and Corey was standing there, huddled like a caterpillar in a sleeping bag. “You could come back to town with us. Help us take the next few steps toward our club, our place…”
His voice trailed off into nothingness, the words dying in the cool night air. Almost as if halfway through, he realized the selfishness of what he was asking.
“Oh sweetie,” I said, walking over to him. I laid one hand against the side of his stubbled face.
“If only I could…”
Forty-Nine
LAUREN
I left the elevator the same way I did every morning: chin up, hair swept back, last night’s work clenched tightly against my chest. I took the same route, through the same hallways. Ducked through the same two doorways, and passed the same long row of cubicles.
Three months…
I used to sit in one of these cubicles. Four of them, actually. They’d moved me twice with each promotion, and another two times just for the fuck of things. But hey, that was the firm. That was the way things went. Either you lived with the craziness, or you tried not to let the door hit your ass on the way out.
Actually two months and three weeks, and four days. But who’s counting?
I was counting, that’s who. More specifically, I was counting the days and weeks until I was entitled to my next vacation.
Of course, I had more than enough time saved up. Technically I’d banked several whole months of vacation time. But company policy for essential personnel dictated I had to wait four to six months before putting in for another leave greater than three days. Which meant four months of course, because I wasn’t waiting a single second more than that.
Lilith knew it too, but that was okay. All the better when I had to eventually bring it up, and not be accused of ‘springing it’ on her. She’d been absolutely furious when I got back from Vegas. But it was a silent fury. A cold, passive-aggressive anger served alongside tons of tedious new work and very few — if any — words on her part.
In fact, my boss had spoken no more than a dozen words to me in almost a quarter of a year. She used underlings to talk for her, and emails to dole out tasks or demand updates. She’d also taken a good deal of my better clients away, and redistributed them all over the office. Half of them had gone to her, and the other half had been sprinkled amongst my co-workers, much to their chagrin and discomfort.
It didn’t matter, though. I endured it all. I took everything she sent my way with a warm smile and happy words — even when she announced she was taking Esteé Lauder. That one had been my baby, my first big score. An account I’d worked hard to wrestle from a poorly-positioned competitor, and one I’d built up through the years into a multi-million dollar, money-making machine.
Yeah, that one really hurt, I had to admit. It stung for a few solid days. But most of the jobs Lilith took away were portioned out to people directly beneath me, and that part made me smile. Our department wasn’t big enough — there was simply too much work. And not only was I handling most of it, but the people working for me were handling a good chunk too.
All of t
his made working at the firm a lot more tolerable. Getting up every morning and dragging my ass into an office that didn’t know how to approach me, or whether or not even talking to me would put them on the big boss’s shit list. And by now, Lilith had a very long shit list. A long, detailed list of resentments and enemies… with Noelle and I positioned at the very top.
So I worked, I ate lunch, I worked some more. And when it was finally time to leave that hellish sea of cubicles and locked oaken doors?
I headed home… to where the guys were always waiting for me.
Not in person, of course — that would simply be too good to be true. But they were there in spirit, and messages, and phone calls. And best of all they were there on my big 72” television screen every night, when I locked the door to my apartment, stripped down to something sexy, and Skyped them from the privacy of my own living room.
Most nights it was Brody or Corey, and sometimes even the both of them together. Other times it was Mason, all the way from LA, Skyping me later rather than earlier due to his long Hollywood days.
Once or twice it was even all of them, brought in to the same call together. And those times were the most fun of all…
It was awkward at first, learning to relax. I’d never done phone sex with anyone, much less the things we were doing over video chat. The first couple of times I’d hung blankets over the curtains, just to make sure no one could see. But eventually I got more comfortable with the idea, especially as the clothes came off and the guys stretched out — each in their own room, of course — and I began letting them tell me exactly what they wanted me to do to myself…
