by Never , M.
“Delicious. Everything in this establishment is surprisingly delicious.” Shane’s tone is deceptive. He isn’t referring to just the food.
“I don’t think you’ve sampled everything.”
Holy shit, did I just say that out loud? I’m completely playing into their little game, whatever that may be. But I can’t help it. I’m curious by nature, and these two are a whole new territory to explore.
“We’d be more than willing to sample whatever you put in front of us.” Shane’s gaze turns ensnaringly dark, inducing blood to rush to my head. Thank god, I’m sitting down because if I were standing up, I might just fall over.
Before I can sink deeper into their chasm of enticement, I hear Janine scream as the opening chords to Lady Antebellum’s Bartender plays through the speakers. I turn around to find her twirling in the middle of the room. It’s her absolute favorite song so, of course, I had to add it to the playlist. Like the beacon of light she is, she draws a crowd right to her, infecting the room the same way the music is infecting her. As soon as she zeros in on me, she curls her finger in a come hither way with a devilish look in her big blue eyes.
“No,” I mouth, shaking my head obstinately.
“Yes,” she mouths back sashaying right toward me.
“Janine!” I yell as she yanks me off the stool and spins me right into the dancing crowd. She’s on me in a nanosecond, rubbing up against my side as she belts out the lyrics at the top of her lungs. I have no choice but to give in. She’s way too much fun to deny. Together, we bellow, “Heyyy bar-tender!” And then dance our asses off. It is a party, after all. I flick my eyes over to the two men I just abandoned to find them watching me intently. Their gazes trailing my every single gyrating move. The way they’re both looking at me makes me feel sexy as hell, which in turn makes me dance sexy as hell. Janine isn’t blind to what’s going on, and just to add fuel to the fire, she grabs Chase and Shane from the bar and hauls them onto the dance floor.
“No wallflowers at my party!” She bops around us before she gets scooped up by Jack. “See ya!” She waves as they get lost in the crowd, leaving me to fend for myself with my two new acquaintances. Fuck it. I’m feeling a buzz and looking to have some fun, so I throw caution to the wind and wedge myself between them. The two of them respond immediately, trapping me between their bodies while exploring mine with enthusiastic hands. The three of us quickly find a comfortable rhythm, and fuck me, can these two move their hips. It’s easy to get lost in the dim lights and possessive caresses and building attraction. I don’t entirely understand what’s happening here, but I don’t need to. I just go with it. I follow their lead. These two men, the likes of whom I’ve never met before—strong, assured, confident, enticing, and heady. I met them only a few hours ago, yet somehow, they make me feel things I’ve never felt in my life. Unequivocally desired.
Physically stimulated.
Compulsively wanton.
The night moves along, and with the passing time, the party and music and cravings collide.
“Have you ever been with two men before, Jenn?” Shane traps my hips and tickles the shell of my ear with his lips.
I drop my head to look up at him. To look up at both of them. They tower over my five-foot-three frame. “No. Have you ever fucked a bartender with pink hair before?”
“Never,” Chase rumbles from behind me, both his hands planted firmly on my rib cage, a provocative centimeter below my breasts.
“Then it’s a first for all of us.” I nearly moan as I rub up against two hard chests. I’ve never been so confused, conflicted, or turned on in my life. But I want these two men, and it’s scaring the shit out of me. It’s one thing to hook up with one complete stranger, it’s something else entirely to hook up with two. But my adventurous side is emerging, and the idea of being with the both of them, just once, is way too tempting to pass up. I can’t say no. I won’t say no.
“Let’s get out of here.” Chase yanks on my hand, but I jerk it back.
“I can’t leave. I have to lock up.” My sound side is such a downer.
“Is there someplace we can go? Disappear?” Shane seizes the back of my head, a yearning look in his eyes and a straining bulge poking me in the thigh. I breathe heavily, trying to get my bearings. I’m overwhelmed, excited, and terrified. It feels as if I’m about to jump off a twenty-story building.
“There is someplace,” I utter over the music, loud enough for only them to hear. “Wait a few minutes then follow me.”
It wouldn’t look weird or anything if the three of us walked off together and disappeared behind a door that blatantly reads ‘Do not enter.’
With a lingering look at both of them, I walk backward off the dance floor, my heart beating a mile a minute. I steal a bottle of whatever I can get my hands on from behind the bar then slink into the stairwell. I take two large swigs of the Bacardi rum before Shane and Chase appear before me and crowd the tiny space. It’s a free for all after that. Everything that has been festering over the last few hours combusts. I close my eyes and suck in a fitful gulp of air before a pair of lips is touching mine. I don’t know whose they are, but at this point, I don’t care. I just open my mouth and accept whatever is about to happen. A moment later, searing robust kisses are being trailed up my neck, and my nerve endings erupt. Two men, at the same time, touching me. Kissing me, caressing me. I reach for both of them, a frenzy of tongues lashing at each other, all fighting for control. I pull away, desperate for air, and open my eyes to witness a clash of mouths directly in front of my face. Holy fucking shit, the world grinds to a screeching halt. I watch with morbid fascination as the two men who were just kissing me are now kissing each other. Not just kiss—devour, swallow, ravage. I mean, I knew. I pegged them from the very beginning, but I wasn’t prepared to experience it firsthand. I wasn’t prepared for the way it was going to affect me. The way it was going to loot my senses and dismember my control.
Shane and Chase separate, and the only thing I can do is lean against the wall in shocked silence.
“What’s the matter? You’ve never seen two men kiss before?” Shane asks, winded.
I fight to shake my head. Fuck, I fight to force out words. “No, I can’t say that I have. Not two inches in front of my face.”
“You’ll get used to it. We’ll desensitize you.” Chase licks my neck, and I start to spiral all over again. I grab onto Shane’s thick wavy locks as my knees turn to Jell-O. I don’t know how to navigate these waters, but I’m more than willing to be dragged out with the tide.
“Do you want us, Jenn? Tell us you want us. Tell us you want us as much as we want you.” They both attack me again with angry tongues and possessive hands.
“Yes, I want you. I fucking want both of you.”
It’s as if I recited magic words, because as soon as I declare my consent, I start to spin. We don’t even make it up to my intended destination, the spare room at the top of the stairs where there’s a pullout couch and guaranteed privacy. That small room has housed so many strays. Me included. It was my home for so many years. In some ways, it still is.
Shane and Chase don’t seem to be bothered with the location, because they strip me naked right in the stairwell. My cutoff shorts and tank top becoming a crumpled ball in the corner.
“No one but us is going to see this body.” Chase blockades the door with his broad stance. The landing of the stairwell is literally three feet by three feet. Barely enough room for one body, let alone three, but somehow, we make it work, shifting into a manageable position. Shane sitting on the stairs, me situated between his legs, Chase standing directly behind me. I’m enclosed in wall-to-wall man. A totem for them to take advantage of. To touch and fondle and finger without interruption.
“Are you nervous?” Shane asks as he runs his fingertips up my inner thigh.
“Yes.” I sigh at his soft touch. “I’m also excited.”
“Let’s see how excited.” He pets my clit before easily sliding two fingers in
side me. He pumps his wrist, and I have to brace myself by placing my hands on the walls beside me. I look like a sexual sacrifice on a cross.
“Are you wet, little one?” Chase reaches around to get in on the action, stroking my sensitive clit while Shane relentlessly fingers me.
“She’s so wet.” Shane withdraws his hand and sucks his fingers into his mouth. “And so sweet.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I nearly pass out watching him indulge on the juice glistening on his finger.
“How sweet?” Chase leans in over my shoulder.
“See for yourself.” Their mouths meet once again, and once again, I watch in a drug-induced haze as their tongues roll and jaws stretch and eyes flutter. I touch my hand to where their faces join, wanting to be part of their connection, somehow, someway, even if minutely. They break apart and Chase nips at my finger. “We won’t leave you out,” he assures me in a lustful tone.
“Good. Because I was beginning to get lonely.” I lean in and tentatively kiss the corner of his mouth.
“More,” he demands. So I crane my neck and press my lips firmly against his. He’s such a dominant kisser. Demanding my mouth widen and my tongue dance for him.
“That’s so fucking hot.” Shane fondles my breasts, plucks my nipples, and massages my clit all while Chase has me trapped in a heady kiss. I moan, splintering rapidly as Shane teases my tender points with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh god, please.” I’m reduced to begging. I’ve never begged. Never been with a man who knew how to touch me in the most perfect way. And these two do.
They know exactly how to touch me. How to excite me. How to have me eating out of the palm of their hands.
I’m so wet, my arousal is literally dripping down the center of my thighs.
“Do you think you’re ready?” Shane toys with me.
“What the fuck do you think?” I huff uncomfortably. “My pussy’s so wet, you could swim in it.”
They both laugh. “That’s exactly what we plan to do. We’re going to swim in you all fucking night long.” Shane unbuttons his pants and lets loose the raging erection he’s been concealing the whole time. I fight the urge to jump on it and ride it until the torturous ache between my legs extinguishes.
“Have you ever had anal sex before?” Chase asks as he sweeps some of the moisture from my pussy up to my ass.
“Yes. Many times. I love it.”
The two of them pause.
“Well, you really are full of surprises.” Shane snatches my face and forces me to bend forward. He kisses me with extreme vigor as Chase uses his fingers to stretch my tight and eager little hole. I want him so bad. Both of them so bad. He scissors me open a little too quickly, and I shiver. The pain shocking me in a pleasurable way.
“Fuck, hurry,” I murmur against Shane’s swollen lips. “I need you. Both of you.” I latch onto his face, so ready to be fucked.
“Jesus, woman,” he utters between our lust-fueled kisses. I grab his cock and jerk, which seems to push him over the edge. “Fuck, man, is she ready?”
“I’m so ready,” I answer for Chase, pushing my ass back. Wanting so much more of what he’s giving me.
“I hope that’s the truth.” Chase smacks my backside after he removes his hand. Free, I climb onto Shane’s lap, pinning him to the staircase.
“Fill me up.” I pant like a bloodthirsty dog. “Please, fucking fill me up.” A fleeting thought of protection skirts across my subconscious, but it’s too late. I’m too far gone to bring it up. I want them now. I’ll stupidly take the risk. At the very least, I’m on the pill.
“You only have to ask once.” In three swift steps, Shane grabs his cock, lines it up, and impales me onto him. The initial breach forces a high-pitched moan from my throat. The second breach causes me to all-out scream. I wasn’t prepared for the toll two men were going to take on my body, but the bliss is absolutely blinding. Two of everything—hands, cocks, mouths—all raining down on me. All consuming and demanding. The thump of the music outside magnifies the animalistic grunts bouncing off the walls in the tiny stairwell. Nothing has ever felt so primal. A hedonistic act, boiled down to pure carnal desire.
Shane and Chase ride me hard, testing my limits and pushing me over uncharted boundaries. The two of them together feel indescribable. I try to revel in each thrust, memorizing the way my body responds, the desperate squeeze of my pelvic muscles fighting to keep them both inside. I don’t want to come. I fight it for as long as I can, surfing a wave of pure ecstasy. I know this is a one-time deal. A reckless night stripped of sexual inhibition. But I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to be left with just a memory of Shane’s lips or Chase’s hands. Not yet. It’s too good. Too wrong. Too illicit.
I love it too much.
I realize I’m in way too deep.
And I don’t fucking care.
“You going to hold out on us all night?” Shane grinds his hips upwards, demanding my climax.
“Yes.” I throw my head back as Chase tunnels deeper into my worked little hole.
“You love it that much?” Shane’s voice is strained, his own orgasm dangling by a thread.
I’m disinclined to answer. I don’t want them to know how much I’m enjoying this. Enjoying them.
Yes, I love it. I love the burn of their bodies in the enclosed little space. I love the way they grab me, possess me, even protect me. I love the way they overtake me and power over me, fill me up until I almost burst, leave me empty with remnants of a sweet ache, then repeat the spine-tingling process all over again.
“You don’t have to answer. I know you love it.” Shane grips my hair as Chase subdues my body. “We can feel how wet you are. How fucking tight. How fucking needy.” He grinds his pelvis against my clit until it’s unbearable. He wants me to come, and he’s going to make me one way or another. “Tell us how much you love it,” he demands.
“No,” I protest, my tendons as taut as a drum.
“Prideful little pixie.” Chase spreads my ass cheeks and burrows deep. So deep I gasp at the cavernous place he reaches inside me. A place I was unaware existed until this very moment. A place where the physical and emotional blur together. My resolve snaps as the two of them together kick me over the edge. A tag team effort to make me scream—and scream I do as my clit catches fire, my pussy fitfully contracts, and my stomach muscles twist.
“That’s it. That’s so fucking it.” Shane tenses beneath me, cords of veins bulging in his neck as I shower both him and Chase in a downpour of forced arousal.
I seize over and over, not one inch of my body left in my control as they garner every ounce of fluid, using it to propel their own release. They both growl and grunt viciously as they come. Like two wild animals ripping apart their prey.
Once the attack wanes and the prolonged tremors subside, I collapse forward onto Shane. The only ability I’m left with is to simply breathe.
With blurry vision, I make out Shane and Chase’s hands clasped tightly together against the stairs. Unconsciously, I place my hand over theirs and close my eyes, drifting off into a sex-induced coma.
2
I wake with the sun shining in my eye. It’s peeking through the windows from the room at the top of the stairs. I don’t move straight away. My head is pounding, my body is stiff, there’s an ungodly ache between my legs, and two strange men are cocooning me in warmth.
What did I let happen? I fucked two strangers in the stairwell of the Corkscrew, and I’m not even ashamed. I should be, right? Isn’t that the way a respectable woman would react? Shocked she let something so lewd and scandalous happen?
But I don’t regret it. Especially now, waking up next to the two men who cracked my world open like an eggshell. In the sunlight, I can appreciate each of their features. The blond stubble on Shane’s chin and Chase’s long, black eyelashes fanning over his cheek. Little details I didn’t get to investigate last night. I commit this quiet moment to memory. I know it’s a brief hiccup in time. Last night was the only
performance, and this morning is the final bow.
Shane stirs first, a soft moan escaping his throat. A moment later, he flutters his eyes open and looks around disoriented until his gaze lands on me. He unexpectedly smiles. “Morning.”
Wow, he is really gorgeous. His irises are a striking hazel with brown flecks, and his hair is a warm golden blond glowing under the sun’s rays.
“Morning,” I respond coyly, knowing my cheeks are flushed from just him looking at me. I’m still naked, and still tangled in both his and Chase’s arms. I have no idea how we slept like this. On the stairs, in the most awkward position ever.
“Never again.” Chase groans, wincing as he turns. “Bed, table, floor, beach, couch, shower, hell, even the backseat of a car, but never, ever on the stairs again.” He pops his eyes open and ogles me. They’re just as dark as they were last night, with a bit of mischief this morning.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s just cranky when he wakes up.” Shane reaches over me and shoves him. “I say fuck on the stairs, just don’t sleep on the stairs.” Shane sits up and stretches, his muscles clearly stiff.
“I can go along with that.” Both men zero in on me. I suddenly feel like I’m under a bigger spotlight than the sun.
“We’re very happy to hear that.” Shane’s velvety timbre caresses every inch of my bare body. My naked flesh starts to roast as all the things they made me feel last night come rushing back in a carnal wave.
But just as quickly as my body responds, it contests as I catch a glimpse of the time on Shane’s mammoth watch. I grab his wrist for a better look and panic when I see it’s ten to eight.
“Shit. I have to go.” I jump up and collect my clothes, dragging them on as I barrel out of the door into the main room of the restaurant. I have an extremely important meeting in exactly one hour.
I take a quick survey of the place. Not nearly as bad as what I was expecting. I wonder what time everyone cleared out? I grab my purse from behind the bar and search frantically for my keys when I hear a very loud, “Ah-hem?”
