by Eileen Green
When did he do that?
“Hi,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Reaching up, Carrie placed her hands on his chest. She marveled at how cut he was there, and he was hers. She flicked his nipples with her thumbs, drawing a groan from him.
“You said you were a virgin, and I haven’t been active in over six months,” Thomas informed her. “But I’m going to use a condom until I get tested.”
Carrie looked down at Thomas’s hard and ready cock. It was clad in latex, and again, she had to wonder when he had done that.
“The same with me, sugar.” Gerard was lying next to her now, his head resting on his hand. “Neither one of us can wait until we’re able to feel you with no barriers.”
Tears smarted at her eyes at their thoughtfulness. Even though Thomas was a Dom, he was thinking of her and not his own needs and desires. Unable to speak around her emotions, she nodded.
Needing them desperately, Carrie wiggled her hips against Thomas, feeling his hard length snuggled between her pussy lips. Thomas moved his own hips, this time pulling away slightly until she felt him nudge her opening. Then he pushed inward slowly and then stopped after just a few inches.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, “but it will.”
Bracing herself for the small bite of pain she knew would occur with the breaking of her virginity, she said with bravery, “I know.” She wound her hands down and around his waist. “Make me yours.”
Thomas leaned in and captured her mouth with his. She ceded to him this time and let him take control of the kiss. He slid his tongue across hers as he surged forward with his cock.
The pain was a tearing sensation, a minor pain that soon subsided. Thomas was still as he waited to see how Carrie was going to react. When the pain was gone, Carrie move her hips, beckoning him to do the same. He slid the rest of the way, filling her beyond what she pictured him doing.
He felt much larger than he looked, but Carrie liked the feeling of him, of the fullness. Thomas pulled out of the kiss and look down with concern. “Are you all right?”
“Fantastic,” she admitted with a smile. “But I need more.”
Gerard leaned in and licked the closest nipple to him while his hand moved to her other breast. He pinched at the tight bud as he began to suck on the one at his mouth.
Thomas pulled out of Carrie until just the tip of him remained at her opening. The feeling of emptiness washed over her, but it was short-lived. He thrust back in, lighting up her nerve endings. His pelvis became flush with hers, his coarse pubic hairs tickling her clit.
Slowly Thomas moved in and out of her pussy. With each pass, he slid across that special spot that sent electrical currents throughout her cunt. She never imagined how good this would feel.
Tendrils of pleasure ran from her nipples to her pussy, mingling with the fire that was building there. She held on tighter to Thomas. Faster and harder Thomas plowed into her. She lifted her hips to his, to gain more of him. The feel was a fullness along with the fire that was burning so hot within her, Carrie began to move, meeting Thomas thrust for thrust.
Droplets of perspiration dropped from Thomas onto her face, mingling with her own. Gerard continue to suckle hard at her tit which ratcheted her pending orgasm even higher. She hung on the precipice of the strongest climax these men had given her, .With each pass, with each bit of suction, she felt as if she was going to be consumed. She heard Thomas say something, but with a pounding of her blood in her ears nearly deafening her, she didn’t know what was said, until Gerard shifted his hand between hers and Thomas’s bodies and then pinched her clit and she went soaring.
Electricity shot out to all parts of her body. Her pussy tightened and sizzled. Her breath caught in her throat. Above her, Thomas held himself within her and appeared to shout something to the ceiling, and then she felt heat surge within her, and she knew he had come.
Languishing in the myriad of feelings that had consumed her, Carrie let her mind clear of everything and just let herself feel, until her body and her brain relaxed, and blackness took over.
* * * *
There hadn’t been a lot of women in his life, or men, but not once had one ever passed out on Gerard. It worried him when she didn’t come around quickly. He looked up at Thomas who was watching her also, concern written on his face. Finally, she stirred.
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at Thomas and smiled. She raised her hand up to his cheek and held it there as she whispered, “That was fantastic.” Her gaze slid to Gerard. “I need you, too.”
Thomas leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly. “Thank you for giving me your gift, little one. You’ve filled my heart.”
Pink covered her face and body as Thomas withdrew from Carrie, stood carefully, and headed for the bathroom. Gerard pressed a kiss to Carrie’s shoulder. “Do you need time, sugar?”
Shaking her head, Carrie smiled and ran her hand over his shoulder.” “I want you. I need you. Now!”
Gerard reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He ripped open the package and quickly slipped on the prophylactic. Pushing up to his knees, he made his way between her legs. Looking down, he saw her honey-slick cunt. She was ready for him, and that pleased him and spoke to his hard, needy cock.
“Are you sure you’re not too sore?” he inquired, praying her answer was yes as he lay over her.
She slid her hands down his arms, then his sides, and then down and around to his ass cheeks. Her fingers dug into the globes as she pulled him down flush to her hot pussy. “Make love to me.” Her voice was gravely as she gyrated her hips against him. “Make me yours.”
Balancing himself on one arm, Gerard slid his other hand down between them and positioned his cock at her opening. He braced himself back up on both arms to keep her from letting her take his weight, and then he thrust into her hot slick depth.
She was tight like a glove, and she took all of him and then clamped down on him like a vice. Merriment flooded in her stormy gray eyes as if she knew what it did to his dick.
His balls we’re full and needed to be empty, so he began to pull out. She tried to keep him in.
“She’s so tight, isn’t she?” Thomas asked as he came back and lay next to her.
Gerard grunted as he thrust back in. “Yes, she is. I could live inside her forever.”
Carrie giggled. “That would be awkward,” she teased. Both men chuckled. “Now, fuck me, Gerard!”
“As you wish. Now, hold on!” Gerard said through gritted teeth.
He began to piston in and out of her, making sure he hit that spot within her that he knew would lead her towards her orgasm.
Shifting, he moved down so his forearms rested on the bed on either side of her. He leaned in and ran his tongue over her lips. She opened to him and let him plunder her mouth. She tasted like mint, most likely from her toothpaste, eggs, and her own unique flavor. He wanted a lifetime of tasting her.
Her hips continued to gyrate against him. He twisted his hips so that he struck her clit. They continued to kiss as a ball of fire began in his lower back. He knew it wouldn’t be long, and he needed Carrie to go over before him. He pulled out of the kiss. “Help me,” he ground out.
Thomas moved his hand between Gerard and Carrie. When he grazed Gerard’s sensitive cock, Gerard felt the fire move down to his balls in an instant. He wasn’t going to last.
Carrie’s cunt walls began to flutter around his prick. He watched as her face tightened then her eyes glazed over. Her face flushed as her body bowed under him and her pussy clamped down on him.
Lava shot from his sac then up his shaft and out his cock, his jism shooting into the condom with such force, he thought his insides would be ejaculated from him.
His heart pounded in his chest as fireworks exploded behind his eyes. Jet after jet spewed from him for what seemed like forever until it finally stopped. He couldn’t catch his breath and felt himself fall upon Carrie, his body weak.
Carrie
had wormed herself into his heart, and her body reacted to his for it knew who it belonged to. He wanted to fall asleep each night with Carrie and Thomas, his new family.
Chapter Ten
Six fucking hours! That’s how long he had been sitting in his car across the street from the house she had entered. Why she would go there at the hour she did was the question.
People were beginning to go about their day in this suburb, and he was going to need to leave so someone didn’t realize he was watching the house. He wanted to keep his eyes on her, but that wasn’t going to happen today.
The previous evening, he had followed her home from work but discovered she had a roommate. He had wonder when the best time was to take care of her without anyone around. When he had dispatched the cunt, he would go to the house he thought he would raise his family in, but that was no longer an option, and take care of the bitch who claimed abused her and the kids, and then he would take his kids far away from her. They would be a family again, minus his ex-wife.
When a woman in black yoga pants and a black tank top emerged from the house he was sitting in from of and gave him the twice over, he knew it was time to leave. He would catch up with the woman later in the day, hopefully.
He drove away, cursing his luck.
* * * *
Carrie woke with a start. She needed to get going so she would make some decent money today. At first, she was unsure of where she was, but looking around the room, she realized she was at Gerard’s.
Heat abounded from both sides of her, both men still asleep. Thomas was lying on his stomach with his arm across her stomach while Gerard was on his side against her, his hand on her thigh. It warmed her heart that even in sleep they wanted to keep her close. However, it meant she couldn’t make her escape very easily.
Trying to push herself up towards the headboard, she hoped to extract herself from their hold. Gerard stirred first.
“Where are you going, sugar?” he asked sleepily, his eyes opening. “Are you okay?”
“I have to get to work,” she whispered, hoping he wouldn’t make a fuss. Both men had expressed their dislike of her driving, but she still had bills to pay.
“No, you don’t,” came Thomas’s words, slightly muffled for his face was half in the pillow. “I don’t want you driving anymore. It’s dangerous.”
And now the Dom made his appearance.
Carrie released a breath in a huff, trying to keep her rising anger at bay. “I already told you why I have to do this.”
Removing his arm from her, Thomas pushed himself up and then twisted around so that he was sitting up. He didn’t bother to pull the covers up to hide his morning erection which made Carrie hunger for more sex.
Damn! I’m becoming a nympho!
“Carrie, we care about you so much, and we don’t want you in danger. I just feel like your chancing fate every day you’re out there. With this relationship being so new, we want the time to bond.” Thomas swallowed hard and placed his hand on her thigh. “If you drive, you’ll be digging into time we can have with you.”
“I know it’s early, sugar,” Gerard began. “When we show you that this will work, we can pay off your loans. I have money saved away.”
“As do I,” Thomas said. “You no longer have to be alone or do things by yourself.”
Flustered by their words, Carrie tried to concentrate on them instead of the hard-on that was inches away from her. She had to wonder if Gerard had one also.
Trying to clear her mind of what both men looked like aroused, she said with a touch of sadness, “I can’t take your money. I made the debt.”
The look of sadness on Thomas’s face hurt her. She knew they meant well, but this was something she had to stand her ground on. Besides, what if things didn’t work out between them?
“At least stay the day with us until we have to go to work, little one,” offered Thomas. “Then you can go driving in the evening.”
Reasonable. She knew at some point the discussion would be brought up again, but for now, she might as well enjoy herself.
Gesturing towards his dick, she asked in the most un-embarrassed voice she could muster, “Would you like me to take care of that?”
“Only if you want to. Just remember, we will only ask you to do things that you are comfortable with. As with any relationship, we’ll get to know each other’s desires and wants. We’ll only do things that you wish to do.” As Thomas spoke, Carrie looked at the spot where she knew his cock was under the sheet. The sheet moved with the throbbing of the organ, and a wet spot had developed from his pre-cum. She licked her lips. “Move the sheet gently, Carrie.”
Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, Carrie slowly pulled on the sheet, trying not to let it drag across Thomas’s burgeoning cock. She had never been sensual before, and she hoped she was doing a good job of it. By the look on Thomas’s face, she must be for he was watching her closely, his eyes half-lidded, and his lips separated slightly.
She reached out and ran two fingers across the top of his beautifully sculptured penis, smoothing the bead of liquid across it. A hiss escaped Thomas.
Behind her, Gerard moved. He maneuvered around until he was kneeling next to Carrie, his own dick standing at attention. Carrie swallowed hard.
“Taste him, sugar,” Gerard encouraged her.
Awkwardly, Carrie laid herself out next to Gerard, her face and neck across Thomas’s left hip, and came face-to-face with Thomas’s cock. Leaning in, she licked up the length of it, surprised when it bobbed before her. She held back the shriek that threatened to emerge. She did it again, this time dragging her tongue over the head of it, tasting Thomas for the first time. Salty and musky. Thomas groaned.
She reached out her hand and wrapped it around his dick, marveling that her fingers barely met. He was well endowed. Moving her hand up and down, she drew more sounds from Thomas. Again, she licked at him, repeatedly.
Thomas moved his hand up and threaded it through her hair, cupping the back of her head. Carrie was coming to love that gesture. He had done it several times during the night when they had made love. It was a caring gesture, but she found comfort in it also.
Being with both men was affording her something she hadn’t had before in her life. Love, compassion, and a sense of security. She prayed all this would work out.
Gerard placed his hand on her back between her shoulder blades. “Put your mouth around him, sugar.”
Doing as instructed, she positioned her mouth over the mushroomed head and then lowered her head. She closed her mouth at the beginning of the stalk and lazed her tongue around the bulbous tissue. Thomas’s hand gripped tighter in her hair, creating sparks of pain which Carrie found she liked.
Flattening her tongue, she moved her head down, feeling Thomas’s cock slide across it. When she had taken half of him in, she pulled back until just the head remained. She repeated the move several times before she took him in further. He touched the back of her throat while her lips met her hand. He was so big.
Carrie fought back her gag reflex as she pulled her mouth back, letting out a cough.
“It’s okay,” Gerard soothed. “Sometimes it just takes some getting used to. You have to relax your throat.”
Repeating the motion, she did as Gerard suggested. This time it was better.
Picking up a steady pace, Carrie bobbed up and down, taking the cock as deep as she could without nearly gagging. She moved her hand down until she was playing with his balls, rolling them gently.
She must have been doing something right for Thomas was now thrusting his hips upward and holding her head still. He was becoming wild and erratic, hitting the back of her throat. Pre-cum was now plentiful, getting her to try to swallow around his cock. Moans were coming from him as she continued to play with his sac.
It wasn’t long before he was pounding into her mouth. She felt him swelling and pulsing, and it was only a matter of moments before he held her down to him, his hips still, and he began spurting cu
m into her throat.
Swallowing as much as she could of the salty tangy liquid, she knew some leaked from around her lips. She hoped Thomas wouldn’t be upset about that, but this was her first time and she was trying hard.
Finally, when he stopped and released her head, although his hand remained in her hair, and she pulled off him. She licked him clean before she looked up at him. His eyes were closed as his chest rose rapidly. A smile graced his lips. She laid her head on his stomach, not caring that the head of his dick was now in her hair.
“Thank you,” Thomas whispered. “That was wonderful.”
Satisfaction consumed her as she let herself drift off to sleep with one man under her head, and one at her back.
Two men she was really beginning to fall for.
Oh, who are you kidding? You know you already love them!
* * * *
Loneliness filled Carrie as she walked back into her apartment Monday evening. She had spent her weekend either with Thomas and Gerard or working. Saturday night, she had gone back after her shift driving and the guys had gotten off work where they had made love several times. Sunday, Gerard had made them breakfast, and then they spent the afternoon enjoying movies, Carrie agreeing to not drive.
Monday morning, they parted so she could go to work. Thomas had arrived after her last client to take her to dinner. When she pointed out that Gerard wasn’t there, Thomas told her that there was no jealousy in a ménage relationship, and there would be times that she would be alone with Gerard too.
He had seen her home, making sure she had gotten inside safely, for she told him she felt she was being watched.
“Why haven’t you said something sooner?” Thomas inquired, concern in his voice as he wound a tendril of her dark blond hair around his hand.
She had shrugged nonchalantly. “I didn’t feel it until tonight when we were at dinner. I looked around but didn’t see anyone out of the ordinary, so I thought it was just me.”
