Sapiosexual

by Tymber Dalton

  Fuck.

  So hot and sweet, her tongue licking and sucking him down her throat all the way to the root.

  He could only imagine how good it would feel once they had gotten their medical testing out of the way and could stop using the rubbers.

  She stretched it out, never letting either go soft as she moved back and forth between them, slowly stroking one while sucking the other, playing with their balls, until Rich couldn’t take it anymore and exploded, filling the condom while she made happy moans around his cock with her mouth.

  Still, she wrapped her fingers around his wilting shaft even as she moved back to Nick to finish him off. Once his brother lay there, sated, she stayed kneeling on the floor, wearing only her cuffs and collar, her head tucked between them, her hands on their limp cocks.

  Rich reached down to stroke her hair. “I think I need to make an adjustment to our arrangement,” he said.

  Chelbie didn’t lift her head. “Yeah?”

  “I know we talked about you playing with others, but I can’t agree to that. Not orgasm play. I want to be the only one giving you orgasms. Well, me and him, obviously. I know technically this isn’t sex, but it feels like sex to me. And I want that to be special between the three of us. And I don’t want anyone giving me orgasms but you.”

  “Well I sure as hell ain’t giving them to you,” Nick quipped.

  “Asshole. I’m having a moment here.”

  Chelbie giggled. “Sir,” she said, “I’m fine with that stipulation. I kind of like that, actually.” She sat up and looked up at them. “Okay,” she softly said. “That’s a good boundary. We’re monogamous with each other. No sex, no orgasm play with anyone else.”

  Nick nodded. “Deal.”

  She crawled up on the couch and climbed into their laps, sitting in Rich’s lap with her legs in Nick’s. They’d be coming back to the club tonight, and could play at home if they wanted to.

  She’d already made it clear she wanted to give special time to Rich when she could, because of the logistics.

  And Nick had agreed to it.

  Rich surely wasn’t going to argue.

  She kissed him.

  “Blech,” he said. “That’s not strawberry.”

  She laughed. “No, not exactly. But it’s better than the normal ones. They just taste gross.”

  “So what happened to going slow?” Rich asked. “I’m not trying to be dense, here, and I’m not complaining, either.”

  She thought about it. “This is slow, for me,” she said. “We’re feeling our way through things. Setting boundaries. Like being monogamous with each other. I know this feels fast compared to vanilla, and maybe it is. But we’re building a solid foundation. That’s important to me. I trust you both, more every day. Every time we play and you take your time to learn, and I see you respecting my boundaries and not trying to push them in bad ways, that puts another brick of trust in the foundation for me.”

  She sat up. “If I was to tell both of you, okay, I want a six-month moratorium on sex. Nothing more than what we just did. Condoms, no fluid exchanges, just toys and my hand or mouth over a condom. What would you two say?”

  Rich exchanged a glance with Nick and answered first. “Sign me up.”

  Nick nodded. “Me, too.”

  “See? If you went to the average vanilla guy and said, okay, we’re going to have a personal, intimate relationship, but no sex for a minimum of six months, what would they do?”

  “Probably grouse about it a little, depending on the dude,” Rich said. “I don’t know. Most guys, if they’re really into the girl, they might be okay with it. I don’t know.”

  “Would you?”

  “To be honest,” Nick said, “we haven’t had relationships last that long over the past few years.”

  “Being in this lifestyle,” Chelbie said, “means accepting different responsibilities. Communication. Trust. But look how easily you agreed to what I just said.”

  “Do you want to wait six months?” Nick asked. “Because if you do, my answer’s still the same. It’s damn sexy watching you come. In some ways, it takes the performance anxiety out of it for me. I don’t have to do anything but help and watch.”

  Rich snorted. “Okay, cool. I was thinking that, too. Glad it’s not just me.”

  Chelbie grinned. “Why do you think Doms love forced orgasm torture? It gives them a chance to level the physiological playing field. Especially older guys who might have trouble getting it up. They can keep their sub well orgasmed and then perform when they feel like it. It’s a win-win.”

  “You didn’t answer his question,” Rich said. “Do you want to wait six months? Like he said, I’ll still say yes.”

  “Hell, no,” she said. “If you guys keep this up, I’ll probably be wanting to take the next step with you once we get our test results back and are cleared that way. Why do you think I said I wanted to be monogamous?”

  Rich kissed her, then Nick caught her collar and pulled her in for a kiss. “Seriously, it’s your call.”

  “Little hint,” she said. “Once we get to that point, I reeeallly like being held down and fucked.” She grinned. “Just sayin’.”

  “Is that topping from the bottom?” Rich teased.

  “Nope. That’s communication. If I told you how to tie me down and fuck me without you asking for input, that could be topping from the bottom.”

  “What if we tied you down, filled you full of dildos, and then sat and watched a game on TV?” Nick joked.

  She leaned in, nose-to-nose to him. “Then you’d better be using the Hitachi on me to wear me out, or you’d better make sure you have a running start before I get loose, buddy. That’s just not right, denying a woman her orgasms once you’ve started. I’ve seen men come close to losing their balls over that shit.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  The men’s willing acceptance to wait on sex if Chelbie wanted to meant, ironically, that Chelbie didn’t want to.

  But she didn’t tell them that.

  Not at first.

  She waited to reveal that little fact to them after they’d gotten their test results back. It was a Tuesday night, not yet the two-week mark since they’d taken Rich to the club.

  And she didn’t want to wait anymore.

  She went over to their apartment to cook dinner for them in cuffs and collar, since Rich had the night off. Only when they were getting ready to play after dinner did she break the news to them.

  “I have an idea, guys,” she said.

  “What?” Nick asked.

  “How about I’m dessert?”

  Rich looked understandably confused. “Huh?”

  She knelt in front of him, where he stood in the kitchen after helping her clean up the dinner dishes. She unfastened his shorts and fished his cock out of his briefs. It immediately came to life, and before he could react, she looked up into his eyes and swallowed him to the root.

  He let out a groan.

  Nick walked around the counter. “You saying what I think you’re saying?”

  She waggled her eyebrows at him in reply and didn’t release Rich’s cock while she crooked a finger at Nick to call him over.

  With his help, she got his cock free, too. She kept one hand on Rich’s cock while she moved over to Nick’s and deep-throated him.

  Then, with her hands around both their cocks, she sat back and said, “I don’t think we need to wait six months to have sex-sex.” She smiled. “I don’t think I can wait that long. You guys have proven to me that you’re trustworthy. With everything we’ve done, you would have been pressuring me before now if you were jerks.”

  The men exchanged a glance before identical smiles filled their faces. They each grabbed a hand, carefully peeling her fingers from their cocks, and pulled her to her feet. They started leading her to Nick’s bedroom without further discussion.

  She giggled as they tossed her onto the bed. She’d half expected them to pounce, but here they pleasantly surprised her, too. Nick climbe
d between her legs first, burying his face in her pussy, his talented tongue spearing her, flicking her clit, making her moan.

  Which was okay, because Rich stretched out next to her, put her hand back on his cock, and proceeded to fuck her mouth with his tongue, kissing her deeply.

  Then he moved down to her breasts, going back and forth from one to the other, licking, sucking, biting.

  They knew what she wanted, and were obviously willing to give it to her. Why would she want to be an idiot and not take them up on it?

  She didn’t want to be an idiot.

  It didn’t take Nick long to pull the first orgasm out of her, especially when he inserted first two, then three fingers in her pussy and slowly finger-fucked her.

  The men immediately swapped places, Rich now eagerly eating her out, sucking on her clit and making her eyes roll back in her head.

  And those talented musician’s fingers…

  Holy…crap!

  “So what do you want tonight?” Nick asked. “You want us both in you at the same time like with the stunt cocks? Or do you want a little more traditional?”

  She actually wanted them one at a time this first time, but wasn’t quite in possession of the brain cells to verbalize it while Rich was blowing her mind with yet another orally induced orgasm.

  She held up one finger.

  Nick smiled. “One at a time it is. Rich, why don’t you do the honors since you’re down there already?” He slid a hand down her body, finding her clit as Rich sat up. “I’ll keep you distracted.”

  Rich’s hair fell forward and brushed against his cheeks as he carefully positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. “I honestly don’t know how long I’ll hold back,” he hoarsely said. “So apologies if this one is fast. I know I can get it up a second time, don’t worry, and I’ll make it up to you then.”

  Chelbie stared up into his blue eyes as he slowly slid his cock deep inside her pussy. She reached up to stroke his cheek as he began fucking her.

  “Yesss!” she hissed, the feeling way better than the stunt cocks. They were okay, but they were no substitute for a warm, living, loving cock.

  Especially these two warm, living, loving cocks.

  Nick’s finger coaxed another orgasm out of her before Rich’s strokes sped up.

  “Can’t hold it,” he grunted, then his body went rigid, his eyes dropping closed with his cock deep inside her.

  She pulled him down for a kiss, then crooked her finger at Nick. “Next?”

  He grinned and switched places with Rich. “Like he said, I might not last long.”

  “That’s okay,” she said. “I think I want a spit roast after this.”

  “Oh, holy crap, that’s hot,” Rich said.

  She arched an eyebrow at him. “Then you’ll love the hell out of the other ideas I have. Maybe not for tonight, but definitely soon.”

  Nick’s style was different than his brother’s. Despite practically identical cocks, he managed to hit different places inside her body that his brother hadn’t.

  But she really didn’t have time to contemplate that. Rich used his fingers to give her an assist, and pretty soon her next orgasm was triggering Nick’s. He sped up, shaking the whole bed with the force of his strokes before he finally fell still inside her.

  When he leaned in to kiss her, she knew. She was in love with both of them, deeply, madly. Whether they’d last long-term remained to be seen, but her heart belonged to them.

  After recovering for a few minutes, Chelbie rolled onto her hands and knees and sucked Nick’s cock into her mouth while she wiggled her ass.

  Rich laughed and climbed into position behind her, between her legs. “I think we’ve been given our instructions.”

  Nick cradled her head in his hands. “I think so. Don’t see me complaining.”

  Rich slid his cock inside her, feeling so good, filling her. “Didn’t say I was complaining,” he said. “But I think I need to coax at least one more out of her.” He reached around her and found her clit.

  Her eyes dropped closed, her moans muffled by Nick’s cock in her mouth. She loved this, and the reality was far better than her fantasies about it.

  Thankfully.

  Part of her had worried that, when the reality hit, it might be a disappointment. Another reason she didn’t want to wait. If it turned out they didn’t have chemistry when they got to this point, it would be easier to gently let them down.

  Fortunately, they were now stuck with her for as long as they’d have her, unless they did something spectacularly stupid. Which she doubted.

  The tingles of her next climax started, swelling and rolling from her clit to the rest of her body.

  Rich sucked in a sharp breath. “Holy crap, that feels so damn good, making you come on my cock like that.”

  “You should feel it at this end,” Nick said.

  “Ooh,” Rich said, finally starting to fuck her again. “I think next time we use the Hitachi on her while we’re doing this.”

  She whined, the mental image shoving her over the edge again in combination with the feel of Rich’s cock fucking her.

  “Excellent idea,” Nick said. “Sounds like she likes that idea, too.”

  After she came down from that orgasm, both men got into it and before long, she felt Nick’s cock grow even harder against her tongue.

  “I’m nearly there,” he hoarsely said.

  “Don’t wait on me,” Rick said. “I’m almost there, too.”

  She didn’t know who came first, but a little orgasm flowed through her as she moaned at the taste of Nick’s cum hitting her tongue and rolling down her throat. She swallowed every drop while Rich filled her pussy with the third load of the night.

  Sated, the three of them collapsed onto the bed with Chelbie in the middle.

  “Good?” Rich asked.

  She nodded, a smile on her face.

  “As good as you’d hoped?” Nick asked.

  She smiled and nodded even harder. “Better,” she whispered. “Much better.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Over the next two weeks, the three of them spent a lot of time together, mostly in the evenings. Although there were a few days Chelbie went over during the day while Nick was at work—with his knowledge and blessings—to spend alone time with Rich when her class schedule allowed it. She got more time alone in the evenings with Nick because of Rich’s schedule, so it was only fair.

  She wouldn’t deny she loved the way Rich smelled after he got home from working a shift at the pizza shop, or the way his car always smelled like garlic, but she wouldn’t admit it to him, either, unless directly asked. She knew he wasn’t happy having to work there, but she gave him credit for it.

  I guess my luck has changed for the better.

  Finally.

  Even Alexis had calmed down, according to Rich. She’d stopped giving him the silent treatment and had started tagging him on Facebook again. He’d started parking closer to the building, too, and his car wasn’t tampered with again.

  The snotty waitress fell from Chelbie’s radar. She had more important things to think about and keep her occupied.

  Like not one, but two guys, sexy guys, smart guys, smart in different ways. Each speaking to a different part of her soul, the creativity, and the intelligence.

  How lucky am I?

  She was having fun teaching them kinky stuff, too. There were some women, she knew, who’d be put off by that. It wasn’t topping from the bottom. Both men were naturally dominant in bed. They just had to learn the skills to amp the kink to a higher level.

  They also weren’t assholes outside of bed.

  Bonus.

  And the fact that they had medical stuff out of the way and were fluid bonded meant they were now free to do whatever they wanted, however they wanted, without worrying about condoms.

  And boy howdy, were they boinking each other’s brains out at every opportunity.

  Her parents were leaving late that Friday afternoon to drive u
p to Tampa for the night. They had tickets for a concert and would spend the night up there rather than driving back late that night.

  Chelbie kept her mouth shut, silently begged them to hurry the hell up, and hoped they got out of there soon.

  She wanted to get over to Nick and Rich’s place. Rich had to work, but they could have time together after he got home. She’d be able to drag her tired and hopefully sore ass home before her parents returned the next morning.

  Then she wouldn’t have to explain or make excuses. She hadn’t exactly lied to them about the guys, but she hadn’t had the whole hey, I’m poly discussion with them yet. Her parents had apparently taken a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy with her love life once she turned eighteen.

  She figured as long as she held up her end of the chores that they asked her to do, kept up with her schoolwork so she graduated on time, and didn’t get herself pregnant, it really wasn’t their business what she was doing, or with whom.

  The holy hat-trick of keeping her parental units happy.

  Once she moved out into Kel and Mal’s apartment, then she would think about broaching the subject of her relationship status with the ’rents.

  Nick and Rich hadn’t asked her to move in with them. Which was fine, because she was actually looking forward to living on her own. Being alone didn’t scare her. Because of her creative pursuits, she actually needed some alone time, thrived on it. Craved it at times.

  After returning home at three that morning, Chelbie thought about grabbing a quick shower and then decided no, she wanted to go to sleep smelling like her guys.

  And garlic.

  Mmmm, garlic.

  She wouldn’t deny she loved the garlic knots.

  She left her bag on the bed, the one with the implements in it.

  It also contained Rich’s work shirt, which smelled like him…

  And garlic knots.

  After using the bathroom and returning to bed, she’d just dropped off to sleep when a noise outside woke her up. When she heard the garage door going up, she groaned.

  They must have changed their mind. Her parents, home early.

  Thank god I’m home already.