“I hate you so fucking much, man. You have no idea how bad it’s been.”
John snorted. “Oh, shut the fuck up. If you’re in blue ball hell, you only have yourself to blame.”
My eyes widened incredulously. “Are you serious? How is it my fault?”
“You’re the one that only bought her slutty clothes to wear.”
He was right. Walking around the house and seeing her only in a tiny dress or a short little mini-skirt and knowing I couldn’t touch her was the sweetest kind of torture I’d ever known. But it was my fault.
The worst time though was when Amber had been cleaning up the mess in the bedrooms and decided only to wear panties and one of John’s t-shirts to do it in. There were three times when I walked in to find her bent over a piece of furniture, that supple ass poking out from beneath the hem of the shirt and just begging to have my cock in it.
It’d been a rough two weeks.
“Be honest with me. How much time did you spend jerking off while I was at Jim’s?”
“You don’t want to know,” I muttered as I pulled the car into the parking lot. “All that matters now is that you’re up and running again. Which means we can go back to normal.”
“I’m not cleared to fight for another week or so,” John added as we got out of the car.
“Doesn’t matter. What does matter is that Jim cleared you for ‘other physical activities.’ As soon as we’re done here, you better fucking believe that we’re going straight home to Amber.”
“Did you tell her I was coming back today?”
“No. She thinks you’re still staying with Jim for another week.”
John nodded and slammed the passenger door shut, slowly walking towards the store as I stepped to his side. He was moving slowly and I could tell he was a little unsure about how much he could handle.
This was the first day Jim had allowed him the chance to move around without the assistance of a cane. I stayed directly beside him in case he needed something to steady him, watching his reactions carefully as he took each step.
John turned and gave me a weird look. “I’m good, man. So stop fucking staring at me like that before people get the wrong idea.”
I rolled my eyes, wondering why he hadn’t already considered what it was going to look like when we actually walked into the store together.
I held open the door for him—ignoring the irritated growl he gave me—then stepped inside behind him. We were swarmed by a saleswoman immediately.
“Can I help you gentleman find something?”
“We’re here for a pickup. Last name is Fredrick.”
The woman smiled and gestured for us to follow her to the counter. After a few taps of her fingers on the keyboard, she located the order and nodded.
“You have good timing, it looks like they just arrived this morning. Give me just a moment to grab them for you.”
Once she was gone, John raised an eyebrow and asked, “You put them in your name?”
“You were on your deathbed.”
“Bullshit! I wasn’t dying, I was healing.”
“Well, I’m the one who came in and placed the order.”
“But I picked them out online!”
The woman came back but faltered in her steps, her eyes wide because our voices had risen to the point of almost shouting. We were both slightly embarrassed as she hesitantly moved forward and placed the four small boxes on the counter in front of us.
“Here you go, sir. I just need to see your ID and get your signature to confirm that you’ve picked them up.”
I handed her my driver’s license as John and I opened the boxes to inspect their contents. She came back a moment later with a receipt that I quickly signed, my attention still focused more on the boxes John and I held.
“Are you satisfied with them?” the woman asked, drawing our attention back to her.
“We are,” John said as he slammed the box closed. “They’re perfect.”
The lady smiled as she bagged up our purchases and wished us a good day. We left the shop in silence and stayed that way all the way back to the house, our thoughts both revolving around the girl who was waiting there for us.
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Amber
My favorite part of when Allen left me alone in the house was that it meant I was free to hop in his humongous shower and sing terrible pop songs as loudly as I wanted.
I was belting my way through an old favorite when I finished shaving my legs, then stood back up to grab my favorite body wash and wrap up my long shower. I was worried that the water would run cold if I stayed in much longer, so I did a quick scrub of my body before I turned the water off.
As I wrapped my body in a fluffy white towel and dried off, I allowed my thoughts to drift back to the last time Allen and I had been in this shower together.
Which also happened to be the only time we had been in this shower together.
For every reason imaginable, including the purely selfish ones, I wished that John would recover soon. I could tell that Allen was being tortured by my presence in the house, but what he didn’t seem to realize was that I was equally frustrated.
We still shared a bed, neither of us willing to give up that selfish need. But instead of heated embraces and passionate, sweaty sex—we stuck with chaste cuddling and sweet, quick kisses.
But every morning when I woke up with his hard length pressed against my back, it was becoming more and more difficult to roll out of bed and away from him.
After I was fully dried off, I grabbed the fresh pair of underwear and tugged them up my hips, pulling one of John’s clean t-shirts on next. I hung the damp towel over the rack and stepped out into Allen’s bedroom, freezing in place when I realized I was no longer alone.
“Oh my god, John!” I squealed when my eyes landed on his prone form lying on the mattress, looking like he never left.
I sprinted to the bed and crawled up beside him, my eyes scanning over his jeans and the black button down shirt he was wearing. His eyes were dancing with mischief as he smiled up at me and I cocked my head to the side, pursing my lips together for a brief moment as I considered his presence.
“What are you doing here?”
“Picking up where we left off,” he replied, reaching for my hips and pulling me to straddle him. “But we’re a little overdressed, aren’t we?”
“Wh-What?” I questioned breathlessly as he tugged me down to his chest so he could kiss my neck. I carefully placed my hands on either side of his head to avoid putting any weight on him. “Are you well enough to be doing this?”
“My cock certainly is,” he mumbled against the skin of my neck as he angled his hips upwards and ground his heavy erection against my core. “Let’s get this shirt off.”
I sat up enough for him to drag the garment over my head, his eyes darkening once they landed on my tits.
“Come here baby, let me suck them.”
As I leaned over to bring my breasts closer to his mouth, I felt the bed dip behind me and glanced back at Allen as he crawled towards me. He grinned when he saw me looking, then crouched down and plucked the string of my thong aside to lick my sex from behind.
I moaned and arched closer to John’s mouth, shivering as he bit and twisted my nipples while Allen drove me wild with his tongue. They were both licking at me like starving men—desperate for every single taste they could get.
Allen pulled my ass back to get a better angle and the movement pulled my tits away from John. He made a noise of protest that I silenced by kissing him and undoing the buttons of his shirt, my hands shaking with each one. When I finally got them all undone, I pushed open the sides of his shirt and ran my hands up his abs, pausing when I got to the bandaged area where the bullet had come through his chest.
“Are you okay?” I asked, searching his eyes for any discomfort.
“I’m fine, I promise. The bandage is just to keep it from getting infected.”
“You’re sure?” I asked, wiggling my a
ss away from Allen as I tried to be serious.
He caught the hint and stopped, straightening up behind me and glancing over my shoulder at John.
“You better not be lying,” he said warningly. “But you better not make us stop either.”
“No fucking way,” John agreed, reaching beneath me to undo the button of his jeans and shove down the zipper. “If we’re going to pick up right where we left off, I do believe I was inside that tight pussy of yours, sweetheart.”
I grinned and moved back to help him pull the jeans down his hips, then straddled him again the moment I saw his cock spring free. I gripped his length in my hand and pushed my thong to the side, taking him deep inside my aching sex.
“Fuck, it’s been way too long,” he panted once he bottomed out. “Please move.”
“Not so fast,” Allen said from behind me. “Neither of us are going to last long. Let me get inside.”
I nodded and John groaned, but accepted my lips when I leaned down to kiss him, making sure to brace myself on my arms.
“Don’t do that,” he whispered, pulling away a mere fraction of an inch. “Don’t act like I’m going to break. I’m fine, I swear.”
I allowed a little more of my weight to rest on his chest and lowered myself to my elbows until he seemed satisfied. Our bare chests pressed together as we continued to kiss and wait for Allen to start prepping my ass.
Every now and then, I’d purposely flex my internal muscles around his cock just to hear his strangled groan. I grinned against his lips, then tensed when I felt Allen’s hands tugging at the string of my thong.
The band suddenly snapped and I realized he was actually cutting them off of me, the act making me shiver with desire. Once he cut both sides, he eased the fabric away and tossed it beside him on the bed before a slick finger went right for my unoccupied hole.
He pushed past the tight ring of muscles and I willed my body to relax, letting out a long, slow breath as he flexed a little inside then buried his digit down to the knuckle. He eased it in and out a few times before he squirted a dollop of lube right where his finger was connected to me, the coolness of the liquid making me shudder.
John’s arms tightened around my back and he shifted me slightly upwards, just far enough so he was able to direct attention to my neck, kissing and biting the tender skin.
Allen’s finger slipped out for a brief second and a moment later, I felt it return with a second one. I let out a sharp cry of pain as he forced both fingers in at once, only able to remain still thanks to John’s tight hold on my body.
“You alright, baby?” Allen asked, pausing with only the pads of his fingers inside.
“Y-Yeah. Keep going.”
His two fingers sunk deeper into me and I winced a little, wondering how on earth I was going to be able to take his thick cock there without it splitting me open.
But Allen and John were patient with me and after ten minutes of continuous foreplay, I had three of his fingers roughly pumping in and out of my ass in time with the slight rocks of my hips on John’s cock. The pain had morphed into a warped sense of pleasure, but I was sure that John’s finger slowly working my clit had something to do with that.
“I’m ready,” I announced, unable to wait any longer to feel them both at once. The ministrations had already gotten my skin slick with sweat and I could feel the sparks of pleasure going from my clitoris to the rest of my body as my climax approached. “Allen, I’m ready.”
“I heard you,” he muttered before his removed his fingers and popped open the bottle of lube.
The sound of his fist working his slick cock made me crane my neck to look back and I moaned at the sight. Allen grinned and purposely fisted himself tighter, jerking himself faster as I watched.
“You like?”
“I want,” I breathed, pushing my ass back a little further towards him. “Please.”
He groaned and moved forward, spreading my cheeks with one hand while directing the head to my opening with the other. The feeling of his huge head pressing against my hole made me tense up, but after a few calming breaths, my body relaxed again.
Allen took advantage of the moment and surged forward, the pressure as he fought past the tight ring of muscles nearly enough to make me scream. I cried out when he finally pushed past the barrier, my muscles squeezing him so tightly that he couldn’t even move forward.
“God damn,” Allen hissed, then quietly murmured, “Just relax, angel. Relax for me.”
I shuddered and tried my hardest to do as he instructed, calming a little as John’s hand soothed over my back while Allen lovingly caressed my hips. I focused solely on those two sensations and when I was relaxed again, the pain started to subside and Allen pressed his hips forward.
Thankfully, he had thoroughly slicked both my hole and his cock with a ton of lube, so bottoming out inside me was a lot easier than I thought it’d be. After the pain of the initial penetration was over, I realized that anal was far more pleasurable than I expected.
Allen shuddered behind me and waited— his fingers twitching on my hips as he used the last shred of control he had to not immediately begin fucking me.
I knew it was torturing him to stay still, which was one of the primary reasons why I waited as long as I did before I twisted my neck back and said, “Fuck me.”
His cock eased out and back in, setting a slow, fluid rhythm that was just barely enough to move me on top of John. I made my hips move in tandem with Allen’s— every time he pulled out, I’d move up and off of John’s cock, then eased back down when he pushed into my ass.
The feeling of having them both in me at once was indescribable. I was gushing all over John’s cock as he stared up at me with a tight jaw, the muscles in his face ticking with every tiny movement I made.
“Are you close?” I whispered, smiling a little at his obvious struggle.
“You know I am,” he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut and his head tipping back on the pillow. “You’re so fucking wet, it’s unreal.”
“I’m not going to last much longer either,” Allen said from behind me, thrusting a little faster into me and sending me down hard on John’s cock. “It’s too tight—too fucking hot.”
“Tilt your hips forward a little, sweetheart,” John ground out between clenched teeth.
Once I was in a better positon, he snaked his hand between us again and pressed the pads of two fingers firmly against my swollen clitoris. My eyes slammed shut and I tensed up, right on the edge of climax as he began to flick his finger rapidly back and forth.
“Faster, faster! Wanna come,” I moaned, the words trailing off into a scream as Allen took the lead and began to fuck me harder and faster.
The slick sounds of our sex was overpowered by the three of us moaning and grunting as our climaxes approached. When my orgasm finally slammed into me— I literally screamed from the force of it.
My entire body writhed wildly between them and John grunted, pounding his hips upwards as much as he could in our current position while I soaked his cock with my juices. He let out a strangled groan of release as his cock began to pulsate and he buried his face against my neck while his entire body shuddered. Allen came seconds later, burying himself to the hilt before letting out a loud roar as he spilled his seed deep in my ass.
For a second— it felt like the entire world froze. My muscles flexed around them both, deep groans of pleasure pulling out of their throats as my body finished milking them.
A part of me was aware that I had gone slack against John’s chest, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain. His hands ghosted up and down my back as he panted up at the ceiling, Allen doing the same thing on his knees behind me.
After a long moment of just enjoying the afterglow and steadying our wild heartbeats, Allen pulled himself out of my ass and helped me lift my hips off of John. I immediately felt their juices running out of my stretched holes, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as Allen gently laid me down in the middle of the bed.<
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“I’ll be right back,” he whispered before easing himself to the floor and making his way to the bathroom.
He returned a moment later with two wet washcloths, passing one to John before he used the other to gently clean up the mess between my legs. I knew I’d likely still be a mess when I woke up later, but I appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
I turned on my side to curl up against John and Allen chucked the dirty cloth to the floor and took his place behind me. I sighed happily as I started to drift into sleep, my body so exhausted that I didn’t even want to try to fight it.
“I love you both so much,” I whispered.
“We love you, too, baby.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Allen
Once Amber was asleep, John and I shared a look over her unconscious form.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, his eyes briefly darting to Amber’s content face.
“Let her get a little sleep.”
“I don’t know if I can sleep. Too wired.”
“Same here,” I admitted as I caressed her bare hip. “But she seemed so tired.”
“We’ll give her an hour, yeah?”
“Sounds good,” I agreed with a nod, then settled my body back down and mentally ran over the carefully planned speech for the hundredth time.
* * *
“Allen. Allen!”
“Hmm?” I murmured, jerking awake when I felt something wet land on my arm. “What is it?”
“Wake up, man. It’s been an hour.”
“Oh, shit. Did I fall asleep? What did you—oh, what the fuck?” I shouted, my tone alarming Amber and making her jump in her sleep. Now awake from my outburst, she rolled to her back and looked up at me with wide, confused eyes.
“Shit, I’m sorry, baby. John threw his wet jizz cloth on my arm.”
For a moment, I thought the words went over her head until her face scrunched up and she said, “Gross.”
A loud yawn followed the word and a full body stretch after that, one that pulled the sheet down and exposed her breasts. My dick twitched with interest and I mentally cursed at myself.
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