by Nicole Dykes
I don’t want to hear this. I can’t hear this.
“How the hell do you know?”
We make jokes sure, but we haven’t really come out and told her details and shit. “I’ve heard you and Dane talking about it many times.”
“Creeper.” I try to joke, but she’s not having it.
She drops her arms to her sides in frustration. “It’s not fair, Carter. You guys act like I’m this fragile little girl that you need to protect from everyone, even you.” I can’t argue because that’s definitely true. “No one else will touch me.”
“Good.”
“Not good.” She shoots back with an angry glare.
“Yes, it is. You’re worth so much more than being used by fuckboys that will break your heart.”
“Maybe I want to be used.”
I hate how serious she just sounded. “No, I know you better than that. You can’t do this. Even a simple blowjob would take a piece of you when there’s nothing else attached to it. And I’ll be god damned if I ever let anyone do that to you. Especially me.”
“So that’s it?” She tosses her hands up and drops them angrily. “I can’t ever have sex? I just have to continue to touch myself forever?”
I let out an audible groan at that image and rake my fingers through my hair. “You can’t say shit like that.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Oh right, I mean I’ve never done that before.” She pokes out her bottom lip feigning over the top innocence while twirling her hair. “I’m totally sweet and innocent. I’ve never let my hand drift down below my panties and…”
“Stop.” I barely get the word out.
Her eyes drop to my crotch and then drag slowly up to my face. “You’re hard as hell.”
“Of course I am. I’m seventeen, you’re half naked and talking about fingering yourself.”
She nibbles on her lip and looks down again. “So let me help you out.” She lets her hand drag down my stomach and I grab her wrist stopping her.
“Don’t.” I lock eyes with her, fury burning in mine for her being so fucking tempting. “You will never pay me that way.”
She jerks her hand away from me, clearly pissed as she spins on one foot grabbing the bag with clothes she brought and leaving, I’m assuming to change.
I sit back down on my bed, my fingers grasping at my hair.
Fuck me, I’m losing control and fast.
“Holy fuck, I’m high.” I turn my head to look at Dane, giggling from his words and the weed he talked us into.
It’s New Year’s Eve and I don’t have to work tonight or tomorrow. So, we’re celebrating the new year this way. All tucked into my bed, watching the ball drop on television.
“Yeah…” Carter runs a hand over his face. “This shit you got is damn good.”
Dane laughs and it’s a beautiful sound. Masculine and deep, yet free. “No shit. They always have the best stuff.”
I don’t even have it in me to lecture him about his job.
I lift my hoodie over my head, wearing only a tank top underneath, but I’m hot. Maybe I shouldn’t have had the whiskey before the weed. They took off their layers a while ago.
“I can’t believe Shaw gave in.” Dane nudges me in my side with his elbow.
Carter takes a long hit of the joint, holding it in and then lets it out slowly. “You’re such a bad fucking influence on her.”
Dane takes the joint and inhales deeply. “Fuck that. Shaw’s a dirty girl at heart.”
I roll my eyes, but don’t argue. Carter definitely holds me up on a much high pedestal than I deserve or want. “That’s right.”
Dane puts the joint into the ashtray next to the bed and then turns all his focus on me asking, “Are you still a virgin, dirty girl?"
A blush creeps over my cheeks and Carter shakes his head at Dane before looking at me. “Don’t answer that.”
“Yes.” I think I answered out of defiance.
Dane’s mouth moves to my ear, but he talks loud enough for Carter to hear him as his hand drags over the bare skin of my arm. “Do you want us to fix that?”
My skin heats and tingles from his touch and the words coming from between his lips. The alcohol and weed may be clouding my senses a bit too, but it feels good.
“Dane.” Carter barks in a warning.
I turn to look at him, licking my lips to wet them. I watch his eyes track the movement. Dane just laughs effortlessly, his finger trailing over the sliver of skin where my tank has ridden up. “I’m just asking her.”
“Don’t.”
“You baby her.” He says easily, “You should feel her skin. It’s so soft.”
Carter’s eyes drop to where Dane is touching me right above the waistband of my sweats. He looks up at me, his torture apparent. “We’re all way too high for this.”
Dane stops touching me and moves his mouth back to my ear. “I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to. Do you trust me?” I nod my head because I do. I trust these two men with everything and always have. I can feel him smile against my ear. “Do you want us to fuck you?”
I shake my head slowly from side to side. The thought exciting but also a little intimidating. “I…ummm….I don’t…” I’m a bumbling moron in this moment and my whole body feels hot.
“Stop,” Carter says. He has seriousness down.
Dane ignores him, moving so I can see his eyes. “What do you want?”
I don’t know very much about sex. Just what I’ve seen in movies and I’ve only been kissed twice by Carter. I look over at Carter, sitting stiffly next to me, leaned back against the headboard. “I trust you both.” I meet Dane’s eyes and he offers a warm smile. He’s so damn good looking.
They both are.
Maybe I should let them have my virginity. I’m sure there are plenty of girls who would love to be in my position. I know they would be careful with me. Probably too careful. But I’m also kinda messed up at the moment and so are they.
I know Carter would regret it no matter how okay I told him I was.
“We’re not taking her fucking cherry.” Dane and I both look at Carter and I feel the rejection bubbling its ugly surface. But then he smirks, “Not like this. High as shit and on a whim.”
“It’s not like I need candles and romantic music,” I offer weakly.
He moves away from the headboard to kneel in front of me when I pull my legs up to my chest nervously. He rests his hands on my knees. “We’re not going to fuck you. Not tonight. Not like this.”
I swallow the disappointment, trying not to pout, but I catch him grinning at Dane before he looks back to me. “But we can make you feel good.”
“You can?” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s strained with need and nerves.
Carter nods his head slowly, his eyes gliding over me and I see the hunger in them. “Yes, but you have to tell us if it’s too much for you. If you want us to stop.”
Dane agrees, his lips dragging over my exposed throat, “Your safe word is ‘stop motherfuckers’.”
“That’s two words.” I say it as his lips slide over my collarbone and I feel Carter’s strong hands sliding down my calves over my sweats.
“I mean it, Shaw.” Carter’s eyes lock on mine.
I nod my head slowly. “Don’t baby me. If I didn’t want this, I would stop it. I’m not afraid to tell you guys to fuck off.”
“You’re high though.” He examines my face and grins. He never really fully smiles, it’s always this half grin that I love. “And feeling pretty damn good.”
“So are you guys.” I place a hand over one of his. “Make me feel even better.”
Dane lifts his head and I turn to look into his pretty brown eyes. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I smile, feeling a blush creep over my cheeks as he moves forward, his lips impossibly close to mine. “I’ve never wanted to kiss a girl before.”
My eyes widen as I look at him. “Never?”
He shakes his head as if it’s bizarre to him. “N
ever, but I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss you for a while now.” I nibble on my bottom lip and his eyes drop to look at them. “So fucking kissable.”
His voice is gravely and sexy, my heart is racing. “So kiss me.”
I risk a glance at Carter, whose eyes are burning through me as he watches us from his kneeling position in front of me. Dane cups my chin with one hand, turning me toward him and captures my lips with his.
His lips are soft and feel even fuller than they look pressed against mine. I lean into the kiss, my hand reaching up and letting my fingers drift though his hair, enjoying the feel of him. His tongue slips inside my mouth making me moan.
I’m lost in the kiss but feel Carter’s rough hands sliding my sweats off slowly down over my hips and then my legs. I kick them away. Wanting whatever they want to offer me.
Dane pulls out of our kiss and lets his forehead rest against mine. “God damn, Shaw.” He’s breathing hard and I smile knowing how worked up he is.
Because of me.
I see his lips quirk up into a wicked smile as he looks down. “Tits. Another thing I’ve never had any interest in.”
I can’t help the giggle that escapes my mouth. It sounds girlish, but I blame the weed. “Never?”
I gasp when his thumb swipes over my puckered nipple through my tank top. “I bet yours are nice.”
My heart might actually escape my chest at this point, but I’m not chickening out. My hands move to the hem of my shirt and I whip it off and over my head before I can change my mind.
I’m sitting there with my breasts completely bare in front of Carter and Dane. Both who have their gazes locked on my chest. Neither saying nor doing a damn thing.
“Fuck, Shaw.” I turn to Carter, my breathing insanely rapid, pushing my breasts up and down at their ravenous observation.
“Damn, I was right,” Dane says and then dips his head down to capture one of my nipples into his hot mouth, making me groan and shamelessly thrust my chest forward, loving the feeling.
He moves to my other nipple and I squeeze my thighs together, the pressure between them building to an uncomfortable level.
Dane kisses up my bare chest, licking a line from my throat to my ear lobe. “You wet for us, Shaw?”
I whimper with need, “Yes.”
“Find out if she’s telling the truth, Carter.” Dane instructs as he kisses me again, his hand cupping my breast and his thumb rubbing over my nipple driving me crazy with a want I can’t articulate.
“You can tell me to stop anytime, Shaw.” I hear Carter’s voice and feel his hands on my panties, sliding them down my hips. When they’re off, I gasp into Dane’s mouth as Carter’s fingers slide through my wet folds. He groans, sounding like he’s in pain almost. “Jesus, she’s fucking soaked for us.”
I feel Dane smile against my mouth. “I knew you would be, dirty girl.”
“It’s really not fair that I’m totally naked and you’re both completely dressed,” I whine.
Dane pulls back and must agree because he removes his shirt. My eyes dart over his carved, large muscles, my throat feeling instantly dry at the sight. His body is a work of art, no doubt. Bulky, masculine, and beautiful. Pure power.
“Wow,” I say in my high stupidity.
He chuckles then nods over to Carter, “Don’t make her wait.”
My eyes drift over to Carter who looks a little more hesitant but lifts his shirt from his torso and tosses it behind him. I think my jaw is touching the bed as I stare. Carter’s a little smaller than Dane, but still is defined and cut. His muscles are sinewy and lean. He has that sexy V, with a light dusting of hair all pointing down below the waist.
I look between both men, my hands itching to feel them. “I’m still naked. You’re both just shirtless.”
“Damn girl, I had no idea you were so desperate for the D.” Dane chuckles and I roll my eyes. Even though my body feels like it’s on fire, I still find him charming.
He tugs the button on his jeans loose and then unzips them. I’m parched as I watch in awe, his large hands pushing his jeans down before he stands up and kicks them away. He’s wearing briefs that don’t hide the size and shape of his hard cock.
“Wow.” I say it again, breathless as I stare at my friend’s junk.
He grins and I turn to Carter, watching him climb off the bed, his eyes never leaving me. “We’re not fucking you,” he emphasizes as he pushes his jeans down and my eyes zone in on his own impressive bulge.
Guess all the chicks that were talking about him at school weren’t lying.
My tongue darts out, licking over my dry bottom lip and I watch him climb back onto the bed. His hands going to my bare knees that are still closed.
Dane moves back to my side, his hand floating over my stomach, his finger dragging lower and lower. “Open your legs, Shaw.”
I want this. I do. Even high and maybe a little drunk.
I’m still here in the moment. I know I want this, but my body isn’t cooperating. My back is against my wooden headboard and it feels cold against my skin. Carter leans forward, his hand sweeping over my cheek and I can feel his hard cock pressed against my calves. “Do you want us to stop? We can watch movies.”
I shake my head from side to side slowly answering him, “No. I want this.”
He studies me and I notice his eyes are a little bloodshot from the weed, but they’re still so beautiful. He presses his lips to mine, softly kissing me, keeping me right in the moment with them. His tongue slides inside my mouth, dueling with my own, fueling the desire that was already there.
My knees fall apart, letting his body between them, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. There are no hands on me. I don’t feel rushed. He just kisses me, his tongue worshiping my mouth.
“I want to make you guys feel good too. Don’t baby me.” I breathe against his mouth.
He nods and kisses down my jaw to my throat and then over my breasts. Dane pulls me into a kiss and my mouth moves with his effortlessly, soaking it all in.
When I feel Carter’s warm mouth meet my clit I hiss in surprise when my body jolts with electricity, but Dane doesn’t let me free from his mouth’s hold. He only intensifies the kiss as Carter’s tongue slides through my fold.
He lets out a moan against my pussy that sends vibrations through me, making my hips buck up. My hand grasps the back of Dane’s neck, keeping him right there with me. He groans when I slide my hand over his taut abs, but he doesn’t pull away. Not even when I slide my hand into his briefs, gripping his hard, large cock.
“Fuck your hand is tiny,” he says through kissing and I laugh. “It still feels good though, pretty girl.”
I moan into his mouth when Carter’s tongue circles my clit, his hands on my thighs, spreading me apart for him. I feel the moisture on the tip of Dane’s cock with my thumb and swirl it around, smiling when he groans into our kiss.
I stroke him slowly and my hips jolt forward, bucking with each sweep of Carter’s tongue.
“Are you going to come, Shaw? I want to hear the noises you’ll make.” Dane’s words should make me blush, but I just moan embarrassingly loud, but oh so real when the pleasure starts building impossibly high.
I feel a finger enter me and it feels large, stretching me, but not so uncomfortable that I want it to stop. Especially when he curls it at an angle that nearly makes me scream with pleasure.
Dane’s fingers pinch my nipple, only adding to the sensations and it’s all too much. I feel the orgasm throughout my entire body, making my fingers dig into Dane’s neck, I freeze. Unable to move as I ride out the intense surge making my toes curl and my fingers clench. “Oh fuck,” I moan.
Carter doesn’t let up, his tongue and finger are relentless while Dane kisses me cupping my breast and teasing my nipples. It’s all too much and just right.
They’re tender and punishing.
When I finish, Carter leans back on his heels, his gaze roaming over my body flush with my orgasm. “Fuck, you’r
e beautiful.”
I blush again. He’s never said it before and I smile shyly. “I want to make you guys feel good.”
He looks nervous now, but Dane of course takes control. “Take him out, Shaw. Taste him.”
I swallow, looking over at Dane, my nerves coming back. I’ve never even seen a dick up close. “You do not have to.” I turn to Carter and of course he wants to let me off the hook.
“You can’t do a fucking thing wrong, Shaw. You aren’t going to hurt him,” Dane laughs, “Unless you use your teeth. Don’t do that.”
I laugh at that, thankful for the weed, the whiskey, and my best friend. “I want to.”
I move to my knees, in front of Carter, and Dane moves to kneel beside us. “This is fucked up,” Carter says with a laugh, and I agree, but I don’t care.
My hands are shaky when I pull his briefs down and I do let out a total virgin gasp when his cock bobs out, thick and heavy, ready for me. I lower my head, his sharp intake of breath only spurring me on when my tongue licks the tip already glistening with precum. “Fuck, Shaw. I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
I take the swollen head in my mouth and let my tongue swirl over the sensitive tip, loving the way his hips move. My hand works its way into Dane’s briefs, freeing him and stroking him again. He groans, “Don’t worry. I won’t either. I think our hot little friend has us both worked up already.”
Carter moans in agreement when I push down as far as I can, gagging when his cock hits the back of my throat. I move back a bit, giving myself time to breath, licking up over the side.
“I’m close, Shaw.” Dane’s voice is a harsh whisper.
Carter’s voice sounds labored and I can tell he’s taking it easy on me. Not thrusting into the back of my throat. I try to take him all in again but decide that’s going to take practice and pull back a little. He still seems to enjoy it.
“Touch yourself, Shaw,” Dane instructs as his hand wraps around mine on his cock and we stroke him together.
I don’t have time to feel any shame and reach between my legs with my free hand. Carter’s hands are holding me up. One on my shoulder and one in my hair.
