by Ruby Rowe
Is this really happening? As Elliott pulls back the duvet and sheet, Jake strips. My feet are glued to one spot, and I’m shaking, wondering what to do and how this will work.
They both get naked, and the room is silent other than the sounds of their clothes hitting the floor. Elliott takes my hand again and directs me to the bed. Gripping my sweatshirt, he slowly pulls it over my head.
“Try not to be so nervous. We all want this.” He bends down and removes my pants and thong. His cock’s hard, and I notice Jake’s is, as well, as he walks around to the other side of the bed and tosses a condom on it.
My mind immediately jumps to wondering who plans on fucking me. Is that when they’ll argue? Are they going to realize then that they’re not OK with this?
“Baby, relax,” Elliott breathes in my ear. “Get on the bed and spread out.”
“Shit, your serious,” I murmur as I do what he says. “Is this really happening?”
“As long as you want it, too,” Jake replies. He gets on the bed on his knees and moves close to my side near my chest.
“I do, but I’m nervous.”
Elliott moves between my legs and bends them to make room for himself. In no time, he strokes my pussy with his tongue, fingering me, too, and Jake sets back on his legs to watch. He massages my breast, and I’m about to come from this experience alone.
Sliding his fingers in and out of me faster, Elliott swirls his tongue around my clit. Jake leans over and sucks on my nipples, and I grip his hair, bracing myself as I lift my pelvis to get closer to Elliott’s mouth.
Too many sensations.
An abundance of pleasure.
Sensory overload…
I moan shamelessly as their wet mouths and hands stroke and lick … suck and bite. The hypnotic sounds are raw and taboo, their touches magical.
Jake and Elliott worship my body like no one deserves. They said they were committed to making this work, and I now believe them.
Elliott tilts his eyes up at times to look at Jake pleasuring me, and it’s reassuring to see them enjoying this, too. I stretch my arm over to take hold of Jake’s cock. He groans, and straightening his body, he stares down, watching me stroke him.
I gawk at his eight pack, and the V coming off his hips, wishing I could touch them, too. Fuck, this is erotic, intoxicating, and I can hardly breathe.
I clutch the sheet with my free hand as Elliott focuses on my clit, licking it over and over. He doesn’t stop fucking me with his fingers until I break apart around them. I squeeze Jake’s cock and convulse, the pleasure swallowing me up.
“Holy hell, this is fucking hot,” he says.
I can’t help but bask in the pleasure. I have to give back to them, and with my foggy brain, I scramble to think of how best to do it.
Since Jake had the condom, I decide to let him fuck me. Elliott gave me oral, so I’ll give it back.
“Jake, get behind me,” I bravely say as I climb on all fours and crawl toward the side of the bed. Elliott’s dragging his thumb and finger around his lips, wiping it as he watches me. I look at him and nod for him to come over to the side of the bed.
He strolls around it, and with his tall height, his cock’s in front of me, iron-hard against his stomach. I hear Jake opening the condom, and the second he grabs my hips and thrusts into me, I gasp.
As I’m being fucked from behind, Elliott guides his smooth cock between my lips, and I’m at his mercy, unable to use my hands. I suck and taste his pre-cum, my head bobbing each time I take him inside my mouth.
Jake slams into me and groans, and I also hear a hiss sail from Elliott’s lips as I cover the entire length of him. He palms the top of my head, pushing it down and burying his cock deep.
I’m once again overwhelmed by the array of sensations. The pleasure is building exponentially, but I want them to come instead of me.
If I orgasm, I’m sure I’ll have to stop sucking Elliott for several seconds, and I don’t want that to happen, so I focus on pleasuring him as Jake drives into me hard, picking up speed.
The bed’s shaking, and our bodies are slapping against each other. The sucking sounds, panting and groaning … it all creates a high–a euphoria I’ve never experienced before.
Jake grasps my hips firmly, indenting them with his fingertips while groaning wildly and exploding inside of me. Elliott loses control, too, and comes in my mouth.
They’re both buried so deep, claiming me simultaneously, and nothing has ever felt so right.
Pulling out, Jake climbs off the bed, and I swallow Elliott’s cum. His fingers play in my hair as he falls from his high.
I’m in shock and awe over what we’ve done, but I feel no regret. It was hands down one of the best moments of my life. Realizing my arms and legs are shaking, I move to my back and stretch out on the bed.
Elliott lies next to me but turns us so we’re spooning. His hand splays over my pounding heart, and he exhales with contentment, bringing me even closer to his searing body. I feel the peace, too, the relief that we can finally be together.
Jake joins us, and as he rests on his back in front of me, I cover his chest with my hand and gaze up at him. I must be the luckiest woman in the world today, having my hope restored and feeling cherished beyond belief. My happy future no longer feels like it was lost in the past.
Jake stares down at me, the relief evident in his expressive eyes, too. As we all begin to breathe easy, he skims the back of his hand down my cheek.
“You’re ours now, doll. You don’t have to choose.”
“I love you, Sailor Girl,” Elliott whispers.
I close my eyes, settling my body between my whole world.
“I love you both, too.”
EPILOGUE
Elliott
“Oh, my God, how did you two get the nerve to do this the first time?” Sailor asks Jake and I after the young tattoo artist starts up his gun inside the small room we’re in.
I chuckle and rub Sailor’s shoulders. “The same way you’re going to get the nerve.”
“We’re not supposed to have visible tattoos at school.”
“And we already bought you the best makeup to cover it.”
“Baby, if you don’t want to get it, we’ll understand,” Jake says.
The young male artist tilts his eyes up and flits them between the three of us. He huffs a breath upward to get the hair that’s fallen from his dirty-blond ponytail out of his face.
“No, I want this. It’s ceremonious, officially binding the three of us together.”
The artist, I think he goes by Levi, looks at us again as I lean over to whisper in Sailor’s ear.
“I think the three of us already joined together … a few times actually.” She shivers and snickers.
“The last month has been amazing,” she murmurs.
“I concur.”
Levi slides his chair back, and I notice the old Avengers movie poster on the wall right behind him.
“OK, I have to ask. Are you three together? Like together, together?”
Jake smirks. “Yeah, do you have a problem with it?”
“No. I think it’s fucking awesome.”
We all laugh. “All right then. Let’s get this anchor finished up on my arm,” Jake says.
“Sure thing, and then we’ll see if your girl here can go through with it,” Levi replies, winking at Sailor.
“Oh, I’m getting it. It’s too important.” Moving closer to the table Jake’s sitting on, she grasps his hand and nervously plays with her necklace.
“We’re anchored together, all three of us, and this will only solidify it further.” There’s excitement in Sailor’s voice like she’s happy to have another person to discuss our arrangement with.
“Anchors keep their ships from drifting away,” she adds. “These tattoos will be another reminder for us to stay grounded and trust each other in our unique relationship. We’re determined to never drift apart.”
“Poetic, chick. I have a feeling these
two guys are lucky to have you.”
“I’m the lucky one, getting love from two remarkable men at once, and I made a vow not to take it for granted.”
Jake stares at Sailor affectionately as I lean around to kiss her cheek. The last month has not been short of challenges. Jake and I occasionally want Sailor when we can’t have her, but we ensure she never knows it.
We trust each other more every day, believing that the other one won’t try to take all her love. Sharing Sailor has had its unexpected perks, too, in and out of the bedroom.
We’ve made our own family and are not naive to the fact that there will be tough decisions to make in the future when it comes to matters like having children. But for now, we’re worshiping Sailor, and it’s the best feeling in the world.
ADRIFT
BOOK TWO OF THE CRASHING TIDES DUET
CHAPTER ONE
Sailor
“Are you still out of breath?” Elliott asks with a sly grin. He and Jake are sitting on opposite ends of the leather couch, staring at me as I stand before them. While heaving for air, I fan my face with the paper in my hand.
Elliott’s referring to the ass-kicking he gave me in the home gym. Yes, I found out what was in the second room on the right upstairs.
He and Jake don’t play around when it comes to working out, and I think they’re determined to increase my stamina so I can keep up with them sexually.
“You made a list?” Jake asks me.
“Have you forgotten my profession?”
“No, I’m only surprised you have that many issues to discuss.”
“It should go fast. First, could you two be more mindful when you shave? All your little facial hairs not only end up in the sinks but also all over the countertops of the vanities.”
Jake smirks, and Elliott furrows his brow. They’re the exact responses I expect from each of them.
“Um, second … could you put your dirty socks in the hampers? I don’t have an issue with clothes occasionally being left on the floor, but dirty socks are gross.”
“Anything else, Princess?” Jake asks. I drop my arm, and the paper in my hand makes a snapping sound.
“Shit, I just earned a new nickname, didn’t I?”
“Yep.”
“Elliott, say something,” I murmur as I bite the corner of my lip.
“You sound like a mother scolding her kids right now.”
“I’m sorry. It’s the teacher coming out in me. I’ve never lived with guys before, and it’s different. I imagine you two think it’s different living with me, too.”
“What else?” Elliott asks.
“Toilet seats… Please, put them down for me. I wasn’t blessed with a big booty, so when I fall in, I really fall in. I’m sure you’ve heard my gasps when this has happened to me in the middle of the night.”
“Why can’t the rule be that you lift them back up each time you’re finished? I mean, there are two guys and only one girl,” Elliott says.
I scrunch my forehead. “I never thought about it that way.”
“Baby, I’m kidding. We’ll work on it, right Jake?”
“Right.” They glance to each other again before Jake scratches the back of his head. “Uh, if we’re going to talk about stuff that’s bugging us, we have a few small issues, too.”
“Oh, OK. What are they?”
“Doll, your long hair is clogging the shower drains. Like, where does all that hair even come from? How does it shed so much?”
“Your hair does the same. You just don’t notice because it’s short.”
He shakes his head. “No, your long strands find each other. That shit congregates. Piles of it even float along the hardwood floors.”
I grasp my hip. “Well, then maybe we need to have the housekeeper come twice a week, seeing how I have no control over my hair shedding.”
Jake holds his hands up. “Hey, I’m not coming down on you any more than you were coming down on us.”
“Fine, I’ll buy something that catches my hair in the drains, and I’ll clean it out. I’ll also keep the floors swept. What else?”
The guys steal glimpses of each other again, and I need to learn the secret language they have going on with their gorgeous eyes that I’m suddenly ready to poke out.
Elliott picks up one of my foil chocolate truffle wrappers from the end table.
“These little wrappers are everywhere. They’re on both of our nightstands, the end tables, the dining room table, the kitchen counters and inside our cars. It’s cute you want to eat candy all the time, but we’re constantly having to throw away the wrappers.”
I sigh. “I’ll make sure I dispose of them. What else?”
“Since your face is turning fire-engine red, I think that’s enough for today,” Jake replies before he turns his head to look at Elliott–again. “I guess it’s not a good time to bring up that other thing,” he mutters.
“You think?” Elliott replies rudely. “You’re a moron.”
“What thing?”
“Nothing. Jake lacks tact.”
“I want to know.”
“Not important,” Jake says.
“Bullshit, or you wouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“This is all on him,” Elliott replies with his hands up. “I have enough sense not to bring it up at a time like this.”
“Spit it out, Jake. Now.”
“OK. Elliott and I were wondering who you’d choose first to have access to your, uh, back door.”
I swallow as my eyes round.
“Jesus, you’re an idiot,” Elliott mumbles.
“You two actually had a discussion about who gets to fuck me in the ass first?”
“Damn, our vulgar talk is rubbing off on her,” Jake replies. “A couple of months ago, she wouldn’t say the word pussy.”
“Jake!” I throw my paper at him, but it only drifts to the floor. “Answer my question.”
“OK, OK. One night while we were watching a game and had too many beers, the topic came up.”
“Did either of you consider that my back door might have an Exit Only sign above it?”
“Yeah, we discussed that possibility, but since we’ve already been inside two of your orifices at once, we figured the odds were in our favor.”
“Oh, my God!” My faces flushes, the heat spreading over my body. He’s too honest. “Sometimes I wonder what the hell we’re doing.”
“See, you’re freaking her out,” Elliott snaps.
Blowing out a breath, Jake shoves the sleeves of his green and brown flannel shirt up.
“Look, we weren’t joking around about it like we want to use you in some vile way. I guess we look at it as another opportunity to make you ours.”
“Do you discuss the sex I have with you individually? Because I feel like that should be kept private. We already share so much as a trio.”
“No, we don’t,” Elliott replies, “but this is one thing we knew we’d both want to share with you, so it came up.”
“I don’t know how I feel about it, so I’ll have to get back to you.” Flustered, I pick my paper up off the floor. “Back to business. Condoms… Since I’ve been on the pill for years, all three of our STD tests came back clean, and I believe none of us would cheat, I’m willing not to use them.”
“That’s the best Christmas present ever,” Jake says with a wink.
I roll my eyes. “Speaking of Christmas, are we still in agreement on the schedule?”
“I’m fine with it,” Elliott says with a sigh. He’s ready for this meeting to be over with, and I know why. Jake’s heading out to spend time with his cop buddies, which means Elliott and I get the house to ourselves tonight, and I just told him he doesn’t have to wear condoms.
I stifle a giggle and say, “OK, so Jake and I will share Christmas Eve together, and most of Christmas Day, at his parents’ while Elliott works. Then, Elliott and I will visit our parents separately that evening.”
“I still want to meet your parents,” Ja
ke says.
“You’ll only think that until you do. They’ll make you feel small and inadequate, which you don’t deserve. I know this since I’m their daughter and they live to make me feel that way.”
“I have to meet them eventually.”
“I know, but this is my first holiday season with you. It’s special, and I don’t want my parents ruining it.”
“OK, but soon.” Looking at his cell phone, he walks over to me and kisses my cheek. “I’m late to meet the guys. Have fun, but don’t have too much fun without me.” He scowls at Elliott. “Shit, you’re going to have sex with her when I leave so that you can go without a condom first.”
“Did that ten years ago,” Elliott replies with a cocky grin.
“Better not knock her up this time.”
“He won’t,” I reply assertively. Soon after we agreed to this unconventional relationship, the guys started pressuring me not to use condoms, and I was hesitant.
Since I’m having sex with two guys who have strong sexual appetites, I’m having sex a lot. If I were to get pregnant, there’s a high probability I wouldn’t know who the father is, and that would take complicated to a whole new level.
The front door shuts, and Elliott and I gaze at each other.
“You wore me out exercising, and I’m starving,” I say.
“Shower first–food second.” Standing, he takes my hand and pulls me toward the staircase.
“Are we showering together?”
“Yes.”
CHAPTER TWO
Sailor
Once we’re in Elliott’s room, he goes to his dresser and pulls out a white sock. Oh, damn. He disappears into his walk-in closet next and returns with a tie.
“I need a new black tie, so it won’t hurt for this one to get wet.”
“What are you going to do with it?”
“I’m going to use it to tie your wrists to the shower nozzle like I once said I would do.”
“Oh…”
He nods toward the bathroom, so I pad inside and begin to strip. Since my clothes are still damp from working out, I have to peel them off my body.
