by Krista Wolf
Up on our balcony, I felt a pair of hands smooth themselves over my naked ass. It was a cool spring evening, but the hands were warm… as were the two strong thighs pressing up against the backs of mine.
“Soo… who gets me next?”
I felt a stubbled chin, tickling my neck. A set of teeth began tugging gently at my ear, sending shivers of warmth rocketing all the way down to my toes.
“It’s Trey’s turn,” I heard a voice whisper. “But uhh… he stepped out for snacks.”
I sucked in a breath of the crisp night air and let it out as a chuckle. “So he loses his turn?”
The hands on my ass lifted my T-shirt up, then slid downward, to the insides of my thighs. Insistently, they forced my legs slightly apart.
“Oh yeah.”
I felt the shimmy of hips, as my lover pushed up against me. He adjusted me for his height. A hand pressed down into the small of my back, forcing me forward, where I looked dizzily out over the amazing view.
“Gotta love New York City,” I sighed, as Adam sank all the way into me.
I could tell it was him, just by the hands. And by the precision of his thrusts, which always managed to pierce me to the very core.
Besides, Dante had just gone. There was no way he’d have recovered. Not already. Not after having gone twice so far…
“God,” Adam whispered, nuzzling my neck. “No matter how many times I fuck this pussy…”
“You’ll never get tired of it?” I purred.
“I’ll never get enough of it,” he corrected.
I sighed happily. “It’s never tired of you, baby. That’s for sure.”
He was pumping me steadily now. Screwing his hips forward, every time he bottomed out.
“So now Trey gets to go twice in a row?” I asked, only half-intrigued.
“If he can, sure. Otherwise one of us will jump in, somewhere.”
I laughed. “I wouldn’t want to break any of your ‘rules’ of course.”
“You let us worry about that.”
It had been a fun little game, until I realized they were serious. To mark this wonderful and momentous occasion, the guys had promised to screw me ‘dusk till dawn’. At first, I wasn’t sure what that entailed. But so far they had more than kept up their end of the bargain.
“What’s been your favorite part so far?” asked Adam.
“Of the trip?” I asked innocently.
“Of the sex,” he grunted.
I moaned a little louder as he began screwing me more intensely. He was still going slow, though. Still savoring the feeling of taking me deep.
“Mmmm… hard to say. I really liked it in the hot tub. That was nice and relaxing.”
The room the guys had rented for us was as amazing as the view. We were high up in the Renaissance Times Square Hotel. Lost in a sea of leather and marble, of luxurious couches and pillowy loveseats. Of soft, feathered bedding adoring three separate bedrooms, complete with a fully-stocked bar, a jacuzzi hot tub, and oh yes… an amazingly fun balcony.
“But I have to admit,” I went on, breathlessly. “When you took turns going down on me? I mean, over and over, until I’d come for each of you?”
Adam lowered his lips to my shoulder. He pushed hard, shoving me firmly against the balcony as he continued kissing me from behind. Screwing me deeply, while dragging his hot tongue along the nape of my neck.
“That was intense,” I gasped, closing my eyes. “So unbelievably intense…”
My lover shoved harder. Took me deeper.
“And it made me soo fucking wet.”
My words affected him as they always did. Adam’s fingers curled, digging into my ass. His cock throbbed and pulsed with the threat of a crushing orgasm, and for a few seconds he had to stop moving completely.
“What’s wrong?” I called back wickedly over my shoulder. “Too much for you?”
I squeezed down hard on the last few words, clenching him tightly. Somewhere inside me, I felt his massive cock, thumping back.
“Don’t come yet,” I warned, turning my gaze back over the City. Everything was so beautiful at this hour. So serene. “Fuck me slowly. Make it last.”
Adam’s hands relaxed a little. He pushed more gently against me, and I did the same.
“After all, you promised me until dawn, remember?”
Gradually we got back into a slow, steady rhythm. His long cock, gliding in and out of me. Filling me perfectly. Touching me deep.
I smiled happily as the City rolled beneath me, beautifully silent.
“There we go…”
It had been six months now. An entire half year since the whole thing started, and I’d been hired as a freelance writer for the biggest woman’s magazine in the world. Six months since I’d ditched Chloe, and Mythic Daily. Six months since I’d heard a single peep from Chris, in person or otherwise.
Fuck yeah.
Most important of all though, six months since I’d started dating three of the most amazing men in the universe.
“Yes, honey,” I purred in satisfaction. “Just... like… that.”
Adam was moving a little faster again. If he didn’t stop, he was going to make me come. Right here out on the balcony, with the whole world watching.
Should you really be complaining?
My lover felt incredible inside me, but so did Dante and Trey. All three of them had come with me this time. The four of us, finally in the City together, as one.
That’s only part of what made it so special.
I was here in New York for the second time in as many months, for one of my creative meetings with Cosmo’s writing team. I absolutely loved these trips. Their corporate headquarters on 57th street was a beautiful mix of stone and glass, that also just happened to overlook Central Park.
But then there was the second part. The part we were celebrating. The opportunity I’d been waiting for, ever since I started doing some writing, editing, and social media for the giant publication:
They were giving me a bi-monthly column, too.
In Hannah’s Head would run six times a year, and would deal only with the most complicated of relationship questions. This of course included thruples and people in the poly lifestyle, as well as a host of other uncommon ideologies that I could explore, while not writing for the magazine itself.
My original article was such a success it had made me insta-famous. So wildly and hugely popular, it had given ‘Hannah’ a whole new level of internet infamy. Getting hired to my dream job came with the responsibility and pressure of keeping that ball rolling. I worked hard on every project Cosmo gave me, and even on some they hadn’t.
That sort of initiative got me noticed, as it had with Mythic Daily. Only this job had a hell of a lot more room for growth.
“Aww, man! You took my turn?”
Trey’s voice sounded only marginally disappointed. From the way I’d drained him not so long ago, I’m pretty sure he was secretly grateful for the extra rest.
“Don’t worry,” I said, bucking back into Adam. “He’s nearly finished.”
I started fucking him again in that slow, circular way that always made him come. Screwing my ass into his body. Letting it bounce and jiggle a little, right at the edge.
Trey came over and slipped a champagne flute into my hand. He began pouring, and I saw a little strawberry float to the top.
“You guys… think of… everything,” I gasped between thrusts.
He kissed me, and I swooned. It was the one thing I never got tired of; being kissed while being fucked. It gave me such a sense of ownership, of wanton possession. Like I was a part of their cooperative. Like I was really theirs.
“Fuuuuck…”
Adam’s hands turned to claws again, digging deep into the supple flesh of my tender ass. He shoved himself home one last time, then erupted inside me, filling me with his hot seed.
“Damn that’s sexy,” I heard Trey say. He waited another dozen or so strokes, for his friend to finish every pulse, ev
ery throb, before finally growing impatient. “Alright already, that’s enough. Now move over.”
Adam withdrew, and I felt myself being shifted onto my toes to account for Trey’s height. He plunged into me, hard and ready, breathing a sigh of pleasure mixed with relief as his hands went to my hips.
“You good, baby?” he whispered, nuzzling my neck.
I took a slow sip of champagne. The bubbles tickled my throat, as the crisp, delicious liquid slid its way down. “Better than good.”
Trey began fucking me, slow and steady. I felt deliriously depraved, looking out over the City, as the sliver of strawberry bounced against my lips.
“I have the most amazing job. The most incredible life…”
Trey’s cock felt thick and enormous, like he’d been stroking it for hours. Normally I’d have to be careful. But right now I was taking it all the way to the hilt… thanks to Adam having just finished so fully inside me.
“And I have the three most wonderful men in the world taking care of me,” I said.
Trey kissed my neck. He did it hotly, fiercely, before his lips finally brushed against my ear.
“You’re goddamn right.”
His big hands slid around my body, lifting my shirt even more. They cupped my breasts. Kept them safe in his warm palms, as he pulled me tighter, fucking me harder.
“What more could a girl ask for?”
Nothing.
For once, the little voice in my head and I were in total agreement.
Nothing more.
“Do you want to come live with us?” Trey whispered abruptly.
For a moment I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. When my brain finally processed it, I was in complete shock.
“W—What?”
“We were going to ask you later,” he said. “The guys and I. But I couldn’t wait. I can’t stop thinking about having you with us, every day, every night…”
I gasped and turned, to look over my shoulder. My eyes locked on his, and I saw passion there. Excitement. Love. And throughout it all, he never stopped moving. Never stopped bouncing against me.
“Seriously?” I breathed. “You… you really want me to—”
“Yes.”
He thrusted upward as he said the word, burying himself deep. His fingers were on my nipples now, rolling them gently. Driving me absolutely crazy…
I’d known they were looking for a place: all three of them, together. A bigger place. A better place. Their loft apartment had been charming, but as Adam said, ‘one day that elevator is gonna kill us all.’
I thought about my little apartment, cramped but neat. It never fit us all comfortably when the guys came over. Besides, it was filled with its share of bad memories. Memories of Chris…
For more than a few weeks now, I’d been casually looking for something else.
“We want you,” said Trey, his voice thick with lust. “You’re our girl, Brooke. You should be with us. Imagine coming home to us, every night. Or cooking dinner, while waiting for us. Or us cooking dinner for you…”
I laughed a little, squirming back against him. “You mean bringing home take-out?”
“That too,” he chuckled in admission. “Mostly.”
“That sounds better,” I sighed.
One hand slid sexily up along my neck, before moving over to my cheek. Trey tilted my head back, to kiss me some more. We kept kissing and fucking… kissing and screwing our bodies together, right there on the open balcony, high above the city. Right there in the cool midnight air, for the whole world to see.
“Yes,” I breathed into his mouth finally. “YES! I can’t wait to live with you…”
A slow clap from the others turned me in their direction. Adam and Dante stood on the balcony, filling out their boxer briefs very nicely, while passing the champagne bottle back and forth between them.
“We knew you’d tell her,” they laughed, admonishing Trey. “You really can’t keep anything to yourself.”
Trey grinned sheepishly, still slowly rolling his hips. “It was too important.”
“It is too important,” Adam admitted. “Which is why she needed to say yes.”
They gathered on either side of me, with Trey still inside me from behind. One by one they kissed me, turning my head left and right.
“You really want to be with us twenty-four seven?” Dante asked.
“Yes,” I smiled happily. “Oh God, yes!”
“And you’re sure you won’t get sick of us?”
I bucked backward, shimmying my ass against Trey’s hard stomach. “Would you get sick of me?”
“Not a fucking chance,” said Adam.
“Good,” I said, reaching back with both arms. Arching my back, I slipped one around Dante, the other around Adam. “Then the feeling’s mutual.”
I started kissing them again, this time for real. Sucking their tongues into my mouth. Running my hands up and down their chests, while Trey kept screwing me with his magnificent, unstoppable cock.
“Alright,” I heard Dante say. “You’re hogging our girlfriend again, and I’m getting antsy.”
Trey flipped him off. Adam laughed.
“At the very least, can we bring her back inside? Stretch her out on a bed?” Dante pleaded. “Do this the right way?”
A new place, a new life. A dream job, and three of the most important people in my world to share it all with me.
It was enough to make a girl feel spoiled.
“That good by you?” asked Trey, giving my tits a firm squeeze.
“It sounds like a compromise I could live with,” I sighed dreamily, as my lovers picked me up and carried me from the balcony.
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Chapter One
LAUREN
The sun woke me up more than anything else, kissing my skin warmly through the hotel window. It contrasted perfectly with the cool sheets, as I stretched diagonally across my king-sized bed.
Las Vegas.
It was the first vacation I’d taken in years — an entire week in the City of Sin. Seven nights of freedom, of letting loose. Of being free from work, and commitment, and everything else.
Seven wonderful nights with five of my closest friends…
… who as of today, were already on flights back to New York.
Damn.
It had been fun, at first. Dinner, drinks, dancing. Staying up all night and laughing as hard as we used to, back in the carefree days of zero responsibility.
But somewhere around day three, everything fell apart. It was a long, sad story filled with husbands and kids and homesickness. Overprotective fiancés and jealous boyfriends.
All except for me — happily divorced for over a year now. Stranded in Vegas, wondering what to do now that the others had all gone home…
I sat up, dizzily. I wasn’t exactly hungover, but the taste of last night’s wine still lingered at the back of my throat. How much did I drink at the hotel bar? And then afterward, back at my room?
You went out, remember?
Oh yeah, I had. I’d gotten dressed to kill and decided to walk the strip, or at least as much of it as I could without getting into trouble. And then…
My hand sifted through my hair as I glanced down at the floor. There was a piece of paper there. Crumpled halfway into a ball.
No, not a piece of paper.
A shiver of fear shot through me. Slowly, gradually, bits and pieces of last night came floating back.
It’s a flyer.
My arm shook as I reached out to pick it up. I remembered now. On the way back to the hotel, I’d pulled it from one of the street poles along the strip, and taken it with me.
I unfolded the sheet of paper apprehensively, like I was solving some great mystery. But somehow, in the back of my mind, I already knew exactly what it would say:
ATTENTION:
All Visiting Ladies!
Looking for a wild night of
DOUBLE
the carnal pleasure?
~ YOU are attractive, open minded,
sexy, and not afraid to fulfill
your wildest, deepest fantasies.
~ WE are handsome, clean, physically
fit, and willing to make those
fantasies a reality!
As college-age best friends, we’ve done
this before and it’s always amazing.
In fact, we’re pretty damned good at it.
Take it from us (literally!)
NO STRINGS NO MONEY
NO GUILT NO PRESSURE
Just two unbelievably hot guys…
and you.
Double the pleasure.
Twice the enjoyment.
WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS
STAYS IN VEGAS!
(but the memories go home with you forever…)
At the bottom of the page was a contact number, and a pair of very sexy names: Brody and Corey.
HOLY.
SHIT.
I scrambled for my phone, on the opposite nighttable. Swiping it open, my worst fears were realized.
You didn’t…
Oh, but I did. As sure as the memory came rushing back, I saw the three-word text-message I’d sent to that number, in all caps, somewhere around two-o’clock in the morning:
MIGHT BE INTERESTED.
I swallowed, but nothing went down. My mouth was too dry. There were a few short responses beneath my text — three of them, in fact. But of way more interest to me were the two photos above my message.
Photos of myself.
I scrolled up fearfully. There I was, taking photos of myself in the hotel suite’s full-length mirror. I was smiling back in my slinky green dress, one leg poking seductively through the slit in one side. Two quick shots, one from the front — with my tits pushed together — and one from the side.
