by Ruby Rowe
Her body shivers against me, and she grips my knee.
“Oh, my gosh, are you going to be inside me at the same time? You know …. elsewhere?”
“Only if you want me to be.”
“Have you forgotten how tiny I am?”
I grin. “It’ll work, but if you’re not comfortable with it, we won’t.”
“Why don’t you and I have sex beforehand? That might prepare me more.”
“Baby, that spot’s not getting wet on its own,” Elliott yells back. Sailor covers her face as Elliott and I chuckle, so I bring her to my side.
“You know you’re safe with us. If you don’t want to do something, we don’t do it. Period.”
“I know.”
“Shit, we have to stop by the drugstore,” Elliott says.
“Well, there’s one thing we might have to draw straws for. Who’s going in to buy the lube?”
“I’ll do it. You two will look like creepers,” Sailor replies, giggling. “I’ll throw in a pack of gum or something.”
“Our girl’s taking one for the team,” Jake says.
“Yes, and remember that. My back door’s taking in only one from this team.”
We all laugh, and I think about how awkward our situation could be if we didn’t look for the humor in it, but we always do when we’re trying something new together.
I’ll never forget the first time the three of us went out to eat and the hostess seated us at a booth. Elliott and I sat across from each other first, and Sailor stood there, the immediate panic trampling her. The hostess was staring at her, too, wondering why she wouldn’t sit down.
“Um, I need to go to the bathroom,” she said, and Elliott and I both knew what she was going to do–call Carrie. She sneaks off to call her anytime she’s unsure of a situation. She returned five minutes later, with newfound confidence.
“I’ve decided to sit by Elliott,” she said.
He shook his head in frustration. “We’re not on a damn playground, fighting for a kiss on the cheek. Plant your cute ass down next to Jake, and stop stressing. You can sit by me next time–or not. We can’t start keeping score.
“If we do, then we don’t stand a chance at working through the important shit, which means this relationship we formed will be doomed from the start.”
I worried Sailor would cry from Elliott’s harsh tone, but instead, she lifted her chin, gripped her hips and copped an attitude.
“I’m sitting by you because I like to face the door, so scoot over, you grump.”
Sailor’s sweet and timid until you back her into a corner. Then, she shows her strong, assertive side, and that makes her even sexier.
A good example is tonight. Our sweet, sensitive kindergarten teacher is about to partake in a threesome with her two boyfriends and experience anal sex for the first time. Fuck, I might be more nervous than she is.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sailor
Damn, I’m nervous, and it only intensifies when we step foot in the house and all our joking subsides.
“Anyone want a drink?” Jake asks.
“Sailor shouldn’t drink any more alcohol tonight.” I bet Elliott doesn’t want me intoxicated so that I can tell him if I’m feeling pain when he attempts to fit his monstrous cock in my tight a-hole.
I’ve been drinking my detox tea, one that helps me stay cleaned out, but that will have been for nothing if he can’t get his dick inside me in the first place.
I’m not sure which would be more painful–Elliott’s long cock or Jake’s wide girth. Both their dicks have individual, quite spectacular attributes, but at the moment, neither one is appealing as I imagine them penetrating my exit-only door.
“You’re trembling,” Elliott says before he brings me in for a hug. He rocks left to right with me in his arms, and it feels like we’re dancing. Maybe he’s regretting not doing this with me at the bar. Either case, it’s helping ease my nerves a little.
“No drinks then,” Jake says before he starts toward the stairs to head to the master bedroom. Releasing me, Elliott gives a knowing smile and takes my hand.
We walk toward the staircase, too, and I see a new meaning to calling the guys my anchors. My legs, the vessels to get me from point A to point B, suddenly feel like they’re chained to metal as I struggle to lift the weight of them with each step.
Counting the first threesome, which was the night we officially got together, we’ve partaken in four, and I think that’s a lot since we’ve only been in this three-member band since October.
I guess five’s the magic number for expanding our horizons … or I should say for expanding my tight hole. Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
Jake’s already pulling his green sweater over his head; it’s the one I love for how it brings out the evergreen in his eyes. I walk over to the nightstand, and after retrieving the tube of KY and condoms from the plastic bag, I lay them down with a trembling hand.
Elliott said it would be less messy for me if we used a condom for anal. I’m glad someone knows how the hell we’re supposed to do this.
When I turn around, Jake’s in front of me.
“How do you want this to go?” He rubs my arms, his powerful biceps flexing in the process. I feel cradled by his broad chest, attentive gaze, and soothing touch. How did I get so lucky? I can do this. With Jake, I always feel safe.
“I want both of you, but I don’t think I’m brave enough for double penetration on the first try.” I steal a glimpse of Elliott, who’s at the end of the bed, removing his shoes.
“OK. We’ll have sex first. Elliott can join in afterward.” He glances to him and smirks. “We know he’s the voyeur in this relationship, anyhow. We’ll give him a show.”
Elliott rolls his eyes, and I relax from the humor. Jake’s mouth falls into a straight line, heat clouding his gaze, before he kicks off his loafers and undresses the rest of the way. His cock’s eager already, and I admire it shamelessly.
Licking my lips, I slip off my heels, remove my sweater and reach behind me to unzip my dress. I gradually peel the straps over my shoulders, never letting go of Jake’s smoldering eyes as I tease him with the slow removal of the fabric.
I unhook my lace bra next and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in only my black thong that’s accented in tiny hot-pink flowers.
I keep my attention on Jake as he stalks forward to kiss me. He cups my face, slips his fingers slightly in my hair, and skims his lips across mine … right to left … left to right.
Mmm … as if he owns exclusive rights to the moves, Jake’s confident and calculating with his hands and mouth. His seduction always begins with sensual touches to turn me on … a slow simmer that builds until my stomach is coiled and my throbbing pussy is soaked.
He never stops until my mind, held hostage by a desperate state, is convinced he’s the only man on earth who could satiate my desires.
I whimper into his mouth as his tongue finds mine and starts its expedition. Jake skims his fingers down my body, and as he pinches my nipples, my whimpers escalate to moans. I thrust my pelvis forward, needing his fingers and cock in more important places.
“Do you want something even better?” he asks tauntingly against my lips. His scorching breath is the appetizer before the feast, and damn, I’m starving.
He thrusts fingers inside me, and my moan is strangled by the fullness of them. “Is that what you wanted? Or, would you prefer this?”
Dropping to his knees, he clutches my ass and opens me up with his fingertips. He blows on my pussy before he flicks it with his tongue. I weave my fingers in his thick, dark hair and yank on it to balance myself.
The stubble on his chiseled jaw rakes over my thighs, the feel of it leaving me yearning for an experience that’s raw and dirty.
These two men hold the keys to unearthing a gluttonous sexual being within me and the dark desires rooted in my soul that I never knew were present.
Speaking of guys, Elliott walks over beside us, and taking
hold of my head, he turns it and kisses me passionately. Unlike Jake, he’s rougher, devouring my mouth to the point the corners of it sting.
There are too many sensations overwhelming me, and as Jake’s relentless licks abruptly bring me to an orgasm, I break free from Elliott and fling my head back. I’m holding my breath–eyes closed–as the pleasure traps me in a prison I’d rather not escape.
“Fuck, watching you like this is too much,” Elliott says gravelly. Realizing I’m digging my nails against Jake’s shoulders, I let go and he stands. I open my eyes and find his boring into me as he wipes his mouth.
He climbs on the side of the bed, which Elliott and I never made this morning, and lies flat on his back with his legs hanging over the mattress.
“I want you to ride me,” he says commandingly.
I straddle him, and after I sink onto his cock, he grips my hips and groans, seeming relieved, like I’m right where I’m supposed to be … where he’s been longing for me to be.
I make note that Elliott is behind me with a clear view of my ass, and after I begin to move, he gathers my long hair and twists it around his hand.
I feel his lips on my back as I ride Jake, and once again, having them both touch me is intense. Nerve endings I didn’t know existed spark to life as Elliott pulls my hair and skirts his searing mouth along my shoulder blades.
“I can’t wait to slide my cock inside your tight, little ass,” he mutters in my ear, the seduction managing to resonate in his deep range of voice.
Getting tired, I lean over and plant my hands next to Jake’s head, and this must give Elliott the green light to my ass because I feel his finger swirl around my hole, and I hear his growl.
I stare into Jake’s eyes and revel in his heated breath on my face and how his hands feel as they clutch my hips. Elliott pushes a finger into my asshole, catching me off guard, and I squeeze around it.
Shit, all the pleasure. I don’t deserve it, but I can’t help but absorb it all, basking in it like it’s the most radiant sunlight, warming me down to my core.
I’m contracting around Jake’s cock, too, as Elliott plays with my ass. The feel of my pussy tightening is Jake’s undoing. He digs his fingertips deeper in my hips, thrusts upward and pumps into me.
Feeling his cock pulsing inside my pussy without a condom to dull the experience is intimate, only strengthening our bond. I fall onto him, and Elliott immediately pulls me to the edge of the bed, causing Jake to slip out of me. My ass is almost hanging off the mattress as I press my head to Jake’s chest.
While listening to his pounding heart, I also hear Elliott retrieve the condom and lube. The sound of him squirting the slick liquid onto his cock and down my crack causes my body to tense. Feeling my muscles stiffen, Jake clenches my arms and lifts me to where he can see my face.
“Don’t break eye contact with me. I’ll help you through the rough part.”
Giving him a kiss, I whisper, “I love you.”
He brushes hair off my face, and the way his affectionate gaze bores into mine makes me feel something deep from him.
“I love you, too. So fucking much.”
Elliott pushes his finger into my ass again, and I fight the urge to force it out. My chest is almost flush to Jake’s–my ass sticking out for Elliott to conquer, and the starting flag has been waved.
“You have to breathe and relax your muscles,” Jake says. I nod and try to do as he instructed. I feel it … the tip of Elliott’s cock penetrating me. He pushes in an inch or so, then pulls out … pushes in gently again … and pulls out.
He massages my ass cheeks, and I manage to relax further, giving him the ability to sink a few more inches into me. I gasp from the sting and feeling of fullness.
“So fucking tight,” he mutters through what I’m sure are gritted teeth. I can picture his towering, intimidating stance and a set of eyes glazed over from his animalistic urges.
He begins to move again, and I whimper from the stretching of my asshole and how he keeps managing to bury himself deeper inside it. Loosening up a little, I stare into Jake’s eyes and begin rocking back against Elliott.
He lets me take over, which I like. I control how hard he’s fucking me and how deep I can handle him going. Grasping my hips, he fights the urge to slam into me. I feel it from the indentions of his fingertips on my skin.
Jake snakes his hand between our bodies, maneuvering it down to my clit. He starts to rub my drenched bundle of nerves, and it’s all I need to relax my ass and feel a pleasure I’ve never felt before.
“Look at me,” Jake commands. He slips his hand into my hair as he plays with my pussy, and I feel him getting hard again.
I stare into his fixed eyes, and I feel protected in a tunnel of bliss. It’s as if one guy is at each end of it, keeping me safe between, and no one else can enter. They make me feel as if they asked the creator for my existence solely for them.
These two men make up for all the years I felt alone.
I’m loved.
I’m beyond lucky.
I’m coveted.
“I can’t hold on any longer,” Elliott says. “You feel too fucking good.”
His added hiss gives Jake the cue to speed up his touch. He rubs circles on my pussy while Elliott rocks into me faster and harder. The pleasure is beyond measure, and I gasp for breath as it ricochets throughout my being. Stopping, Elliott growls loudly as he comes.
My eyes roll back while I relish in the high. My nipples are rigid and tingling, and I feel the flush of heat across my skin. When I open my eyes, Jake’s are glassy. What the hell? Are those tears? His erection has disappeared, and after removing his hand from between us, he takes hold of my face.
“I’ll be right back,” Elliott says as he eases out of me. I hear his footsteps to the adjacent bathroom, but all I can see is the profound emotion in Jake’s gaze.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. He begins to speak but chokes on his words. Blinking fast, he swallows, and I down the knot that has formed in my throat.
“Only a few days after meeting you, I thought I was going to be your whole world.”
“Jake, you are.”
Shaking his head, he swallows again. “No. I’m only half, and doll, I think I love too hard to live with that.”
Tears flood my eyes in a heartbeat, the panic stunning me to attention.
“Jake, no.”
“I’m wiped out,” Elliott says as he strolls back in the room. “That was un-fucking-believable. You were a champ, baby.” He kisses the top of my head, so I blink fast to will away my tears. Jake shifts me off him and gets out of bed. He grabs his clothes off the floor…
“I’m exhausted, too. I need to stretch out, so I’m going to crash in the spare room.”
I jump from the bed and follow him into the hallway. I’m naked … feeling vulnerable and ashamed for a different reason.
“Jake, wait.”
Stopping, he turns to me. “Sailor, I need space.” I wince from the coldness in his voice. He’s trying to shut off his emotions, along with shutting me out.
“You may feel like you’re not my whole world, but I love you with my whole heart.”
“That’s not possible, and you’re wearing blinders if you think so.”
Fisting my hands, I dig my heels against the floor beneath me.
“You started all of this.”
He huffs out a breath. “You’re right, so maybe I’m the one who should man up and finish it.”
I struggle to breathe as I glare at him. A hundred obscenities are racing through my head, several of which are names I want to call him for shocking me with this heavy shit after I thought he was my safety net, my protector, and a man who’d love me forever.
Instead of responding with something I could regret, I do what my heart wants and hurry to him. I fling my arms around his neck, and after a few seconds, he gives in and hugs me.
“Don’t leave me, Jake. Please…”
“I need time to think, and you need to
go back to Elliott.”
Angrily, I jerk free and shove his chest before I stomp to the master bedroom. Elliott’s under the sheet, rubbing his forehead. I discover liquid’s running down my legs, so I slam the door and trudge to the bathroom.
When I return from cleaning myself up, Elliott’s on his side, facing me.
“He’s pissed about something, right?”
“He’s saying stupid shit, and I want to punch him in the face for it.”
Elliott begins to smile, but realizing in a hot second that it’s not the wisest decision, he pats the bed instead.
“Come on. It’s late, and we’re all tired. He’s a momma’s boy, and his mom got in his head, but we’ll talk him straight tomorrow.”
Sighing, I crawl in next to Elliott and rest my head on his chest.
“I love you, Sailor Girl, along with your amazing tight ass.” I guess it’s his brazenness and worst timing ever that causes me to giggle.
“You’re shameless.”
“No disputing that. You know, I should’ve insisted that Jake do it first. I don’t understand why he didn’t want to.”
“I think he was looking for a reason to believe what his family said was true. He wanted a reason to think you and I are closer. He wants out.”
I begin to cry, and my salty tears coat Elliott’s sturdy chest. He envelops me in his arms, and I think about how odd it is that he’s the secure one, no longer self-loathing. He’s content with our relationship, and now, Jake’s the one in his own head, obsessing too much.
It’s freaking me out. He’s my happy, positive guy, and seeing him hurting and doubting us is crushing me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Elliott
Hearing cries, I roll over in bed. The other side is empty … the haunting sounds distant. I pull on some pajama pants before following the persistent noise downstairs. Sailor’s slumped over at the kitchen island where she’s sitting on a stool.
Only my grey sweatshirt covers her bare, tanned skin, and I think about how there’s probably nothing underneath besides one of those taunting thongs she often wears.
