by Jess Bentley
“I do… I do want it…”
“Not enough, Libby. You have to want more.”
“Yeah,” Cass agrees, “I think I need to hear you scream it.”
Before I can draw breath, I’m lifted suddenly into the air. Startled, I realize that Cass has thrown me over his shoulder and we are headed to the back of the house, back to the bedroom.
I barely have time to catch my breath before I’m falling, then landing in the middle of the soft comforter with a bounce. Will and Cass land on either side of me, arranging themselves over my limbs.
Closing my eyes, I submit to the urgent desires of both men. I feel my borrowed boxers being pulled off as Will takes my mouth in a breathless, crushing kiss. Totally exposed, my legs are spread apart, and hands explore me in a dizzying tumble of overlapping sensations.
I can’t tell who is who, and I don’t need to. They work in perfect synchrony, one kissing my mouth, while the other bites my waist. Hands massage my breasts as other hands stroke my pussy lips lightly.
I’m reduced to a throbbing collection of shivering urges, each one rising to the surface and being met immediately. As soon as I feel like I need pressure, pressure is there. As soon as I feel like I need friction, friction is there.
Fingers slide past my lower lip, opening my mouth. A new sensation startles me and I open my eyes, astonished to see a magnificent cock just centimeters from my open lips.
Looking up, I catch Will’s determined gaze. He scowls at me in concentration as he arranges his body over mine. His manhood is thick and straight, curving back slightly like a saber. The veins are smooth and thick beneath the skin. A rosy head crowns his dick, with a fat slit dripping a pearl of pre-cum that makes my mouth water.
As I watch, transfixed, his strong hand closes around his cock, stroking it expertly from the base to the tip. He slows at the end and draws the pad of his thumb across the pre-cum, smearing it deliciously across the head.
“Stick out your tongue,” he urges me, his voice foreign with the thickness of lust.
Obediently, I push my tongue out over my lower lip. Balancing his weight on the headboard, he straddles my shoulders and aims his fat cock at my waiting tongue and mouth.
“Ohhhh, fuck, yeah,” he groans as he swipes the head of his cock across my tongue.
“Uhhhhh nnnn hnnn,” I grunt encouragingly, wriggling under his weight.
My hands close around his steel-hard thighs, pulling him closer. But he holds back, only teasing me with the tip. I watch, enchanted as he fists himself two, three times, pulling back and them coming forward again when I am starving for his taste. Then, just as I get a bit of his salty nectar, he pulls back again.
“Tell me you want it,” he groans.
“I want it!” I reply obediently.
“Open your mouth!” he barks, startling me, and I have to do exactly as he says. As soon as my tongue is out he slaps the head of his dick against it and then slides in, filling my mouth until I can’t breathe. I’m choking but I still want more. My eyes water but I still want more. Even when he tries to pull out I grab his thighs and suck, hard, bringing his meat all the way to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck! Yeah, take it!” he moans, stuffing my mouth with urgent, deeper thrusts. “Yeah you want it. Yeah that’s—unnnnhhhhhhhh.”
Eyes stinging, I force my tongue to relax under the relentless assault of his meat. He begins to thrust harder, deeper, his hips rhythmically flexing like a smooth machine. Every thrust brings him closer, and I feel his body changing as he gets even harder, even thicker.
Just when I think I can’t go any more, I feel my legs pushed far apart. I can barely breathe around all the dick that is in my mouth, but suddenly I am gasping as a wet, hot tongue goes to work expertly licking my throbbing sex.
A moan spirals out of me, and the vibrations prod Will into deeper thrusting. My hips work on their own, circling, blindly searching for more friction. The combination of sensations is overloading my mind with sensory input and I feel myself spinning in space, dizzy even though I’m not moving anywhere.
Still, I can’t choke or stop sucking his cock. I want it all: every inch of me plundered. Every deep itch scratched.
With a roar, Will buries his meat in my mouth, stretching deep into my narrow throat as he unloads his seed directly into me. His thighs clench under my grasping fingers. Simultaneously, Cass begins sucking my clit, his tongue thrumming against my pearl as he lifts me off the mattress.
Shattering, spinning, the orgasm blasts through me. I am full with Will’s dick and this fireworks explosion in my sex. I blast apart into pieces, totally obliterated.
As the climax rips through me, I vaguely feel more happening. Cass is not done with me yet. Warm, golden waves lap at my consciousness, begging me to slip into the warm dark. But there’s more.
As I am floating on a pool of half-conscious bliss, Cass continues working my pussy. Back and forth, his tongue slides up and down my slit, pausing to poke gently at my entrance. Yes. This is good. This is so good.
Curiously, he pushes with only the gentlest pressure, leaving the more intense sensation for my inner lips and clit. I’ve acclimated to those sensations but this new invasion hints at a deeper pleasure, one I haven’t explored.
My pelvis rolls in unison with his rhythmic pulsing, encouraging him deeper. I feel Will’s weight shift behind me as he moves down the bed, his body wedging behind my hip.
My thigh drapes over Cass’s shoulder as they reposition me onto my side. Still blissed out, I am totally at their mercy. Wherever they want me, that’s where I will go. The pressure… that delicious pressure. I feel it now, right at the breach. I want more of it. Even if it hurts a little bit, it’s worth it to feel the pressure. It’s worth it to fill the ache that is inside of me.
And as I feel that pressure, I feel another strange sensation as Will begins to stroke the crack of my ass. His fingers are firm, but gentle. Still, I know exactly what he means to do.
Yes, is all I can think. Yes, I want it all.
The mattress heaves again as Cass crawls up next to me. He kisses me, his lips salty and sweet with my own musk. His tongue plunges into my mouth and I suck at it gently, savoring the taste of my sex on his lips.
“Tell me you want it,” he whispers into my mouth.
My hips rock against his hand and Will’s hand, letting my body feel around blindly for the ways to get them inside me. I need it so much now, I can barely hold on to words.
“Yessssss,” I manage to groan. “I want it.”
“Do you really?” he teases.
His teeth nip at my bottom lip as he finally slips a finger inside me. Just one, and it fits so perfectly. Another pulsing pressure builds inside me as a finger slips in and out, tapping on some secret passage that turns the volume up on every scream my body is giving.
“Oh, yesssss!” I moan, grinding harder against his fingers.
The next time that he enters me, I feel pressure on my ass as well. It is hard to separate the two feelings from each other, and when they happen at the same time, fireworks begin to go off.
“Beg me, Libby,” Cass commands me. “Beg me to fuck you.”
I’m insane with lust, barely able to put the words together. My mouth is dry. There’s only one thing I need. Only one thing I can conceive of.
“Fuck me, Cass,” I manage to groan. “Oh my God, fuck me now!”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he smiles, before taking my mouth.
With his hand behind my knee, he opens my legs as far as they will go. Will slides a lubricated finger in and out of my ass while Cass lines the head of his thick cock up with my tight entrance.
It’s so tight, it burns, but he doesn’t stop. Further and further he goes, plunging forward until I want to scream and beg him to stop. But no. I won’t do that. I want this so bad, I will take anything to have it.
With an audible pop he drives past my maidenhead, finally into the dark, seething void of my pussy. My body throbs
with elation as Will and Cass both fuck me, invading my borders, rendering words completely useless. All there is is naked, grunting desire. The sound of bodies sliding against each other, the irrepressible urge to fuck and fuck and fuck.
I hold on for dear life, pain subsiding and pleasure roaring through like a freight train. That’s all there is, this overwhelming sound, this wordless primal scream.
Before I know it, I am coming again, clasping my ankles behind Cass’s hips, dragging him as deep inside of me as he can get. I hear him call out, feel the gush of wetness inside me that squelches out between our bodies and puddles beneath my hip.
Maybe I black out, but maybe I don’t. The three of us join together in an animal space, complete at last.
Chapter 16
Cass
Nobody thinks it’s weird when I decide to head out for a run. Just regular military training, after all. Nothing unusual.
But it is the middle of the afternoon, and it is hot. Usually I would wait until the sun went down. Not today. I am full of energy. I am practically invincible.
As my heels pound the asphalt, I center myself, finding that dopamine calm in the middle of my swirling thoughts. This is good. This is what I want.
Amazing.
It is almost too much having Libby in the house. She is both perfect and perfectly shocking. I mean, what more could I really ask for?
Well, I could ask for better timing?
But then again, what would better timing even mean? After I take the job in New York? Or after I turn down the job in New York? I don’t even know what I am going to do yet.
The fact is, there are a lot of things that Will and I haven’t talked about. We are both trained now. We’re both coming to the part of our career where we are supposed to make a decision. Find a career. Take a path.
Training is over and it is time to begin putting it to good use.
Will has that degree in history and all his military experience. He can do anything he wants. As a matter of fact, he could probably do any of a thousand different things. He could teach. He could go into politics. He could go into private security service. Or he could stay in the Army and probably rise to colonel, maybe be a general by the time he is done.
The world is his oyster.
Without a degree, my options are more limited. I know that the offer in New York is one of the best offers I will ever get. Outside of private security, management opportunities for enlisted men are sometimes difficult to find. I could go back to school and get a degree too, but to be honest I am not that guy. I don’t see myself sitting behind a desk watching someone fill up a whiteboard for the next four years of my life.
I’d rather go on tour.
Still, I don’t feel like I can make this kind of decision without Will’s input. As twins, we have a certain bond. Certain things I just expect we will do together. A certain way of living.
In other words, I don’t think I can go there without him. I could. I don’t want to.
And as soon as I think about that, Libby comes right back to the front of my mind. That was another lifelong fantasy. Though Will and I have had girlfriends separately, something was always missing. It didn’t match up right. It didn’t feel like it was supposed to feel. This is what feels right.
This felt so amazingly right.
The look in Libby’s eyes when she begged me to fuck her… Oh my God. I won’t be able to think about that while I’m running or I’m likely to terrify people in cars with my hard-on.
But then again, how can I stop thinking about it now? Now that I’ve seen it, I want to see it again. The naked desire. Totally without artifice. Absolute and sincere. No sense of anything being hidden away. She just opened her legs and let us fuck the living daylights out of her until she squealed and came in buckets all over my cock.
Seriously. I cannot think too hard about this.
Okay. I’m not going to think the word “hard” again.
Running! I need to think about running. Breathe in for three steps. Breathe out for three steps. That’s better. Look at the trees. Look at the…
Oh. Sweeney’s.
I let my pace slow to a stop at the raggedy line of trees at one end of the parking lot. There are no cars here right now. The rest of the strip mall is vacant anyway. Only Sweeney’s is here, with its dilapidated shingle façade and hand-painted sign. Actually, it’s missing the apostrophe. I didn’t even notice that.
Also it says steaks, seafood, cocktails. An old-fashioned side. I wonder how long this business has been here?
Since there is no one around, I jog to the back door and scope the place out. There don’t seem to be any cameras. It wouldn’t be too difficult to find a way in, probably.
The question is, what would I do if I got inside? Steal some frozen fried pickles?
No. If anything else is going to happen here, it’s going to have to be when everyone is around. It doesn’t have to be violent or anything. But Libby does need her ID back.
And if Ty gets taught a lesson in pursuit of that object, how am I going to stop that situation? Seems like that would be up to Ty.
All of a sudden, rage blooms in my mind like drops of blood in water. Exploding outward, filling the space. A stain.
That fucker thought he had complete control of the situation. He thought he could do anything. He thought she would just obey whatever outrageous demand or threat he made.
You know, teaching him a lesson is probably a good idea.
A small voice in the back my head tells me that any lesson I taught anybody would probably interfere with my New York prospects, but I swiftly tell that voice to shut up. After all, I haven’t entirely decided to go, right? Plans can always change.
But it probably isn’t safe to be here. Resuming my run, I circle toward the county road that cuts back toward the townhouse. Nothing to see here. I even pass some privates who are also running. See? Totally normal.
Running does help to quiet my mind. It helps me to organize my thoughts. At least, it helps me to prioritize. What is important, after all? God, country, family. That’s all I need.
Chapter 17
Libby
Everything feels different now. I feel so alive. Confident. Serene. Filled to the brim.
Cass and Will even look different now to me. Now I see the potential there. The first moment I saw them, I felt something, but I didn’t know for sure. Now I know. Now I know why being around them felt like falling forward into space. It’s so natural, I can’t believe I never felt it before.
Maybe I was waiting for them. Maybe every body you see is not a body for you. Maybe there are only certain ones out there, like keys fitting into locks.
We fit together exactly. It feels like we were meant for each other.
I sit on the sofa, flipping through a coffee-table sized picture book of Japan after World War II. The architecture and landscapes are beautiful, but I can barely concentrate. Instead I find ways to watch Will as he walks around the house. Just observing, just appreciating.
I wonder what he does for the Army, though I know it is completely inappropriate to ask. Sometimes people will tell you, but otherwise you just don’t bother to ask the question. Special ops? Could be. He is definitely smart enough. I get the feeling that he has some education by the books on the bookshelf. Or maybe that is Cass? No… My guess is these books belong to Will.
There is a history of the Civil War, then two more. In fact, there are books for each war our country has been in, and thick anthologies of historical philosophies. I wouldn’t know that, except it says “historical philosophy” on the spine.
Not a math major, definitely. There is a book on economics, but it seems to be a general knowledge sort. No real science. In contrast to my bookshelves, which are almost entirely filled with medical textbooks and fiction from when I was a teenager, this collection seems quite masculine.
No literature either, outside of a few anthologies that seem standard issue. He kept those, but he didn’t keep his ma
th textbooks. So definitely a humanities guy.
And what a piece of humanity he is. Dressed in long basketball shorts and a tank top, I can watch his muscles move underneath the fabric. He’s thick and broad, not wiry like a teenager. He has been strong for a long time. He looks settled in his body. Solid.
Cass is the same way, thick in all the right places. I bet they were heartthrobs in high school. Probably played the same sports. Maybe even dated the same girls.
To my surprise, that thought irritates the crap out of me. Dated the same girls. As if.
Am I jealous? That’s a new one.
“What’s so funny?” Will suddenly asks, interrupting my train of thought.
When I startle and look up at him, the book slips from my hands and lands on the floor.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” I babble, reaching for it.
He swoops in before me to snatch it up, giving it an appraising look.
“Japan, huh?” he asks with a smile. “Are you interested in travel?”
I shrug one shoulder. “I haven’t really had a chance to give it much thought, to be honest. Yes? I mean, why not?”
He smiles, settling onto the sofa next to me and sending a thrill of butterflies flapping wildly through my core.
“Have you gotten to travel a lot with the colonel?”
This is a safe question, worded carefully. I appreciate the way he is asking me.
“No… We lived in Seattle for most of the time I was growing up. I have family out there. He has always gone off on trips for a few days… A few weeks. He doesn’t take me with him.”
“That’s too bad,” Will nods thoughtfully. “I think travel teaches you things about the world you can’t learn from a book. I think it’s important.”
I can’t help but smile at his words. This is quite a personal conversation for a soldier. Actually fairly deep.
“Where would you travel, if you could go anywhere?” I ask him gently. “I mean… You don’t have to tell me. I know that is kind of personal —”
