by Megan Hart
Jack put both his hands on my hips, one a little higher than Dan’s. He leaned forward and kissed my belly. My muscles leaped, but their hands kept me still. His lips skated the edge of my panties, just below my belly button, and I tensed further.
Arousal had beaten anxiety, but anxiety was making a comeback. Jack was too close to putting his mouth between my legs. I didn’t want that, didn’t like it, couldn’t have it, but I couldn’t move.
“Shh, Elle, shh.” Dan soothed me.
Jack kissed my hip bone. Then my thigh. Then…my knee. A giggle shot out of me as his hands closed around my calf and he stroked downward, lifting my foot to slide off my shoe. Then the other one. He looked up at me with that grin, a pretty boy on his knees in front of me.
“We’ll take care of you,” Dan said. “See?”
Jack nodded. “Are you scared?”
“No.” I wasn’t, then.
Jack grinned again. “Good.”
He kissed my other knee and got to his feet. He took my hand. Dan left me for a moment to strip the comforter off the bed and then he took my other hand, and together they led me to lie down, my head on the pillows.
“Look at her,” Dan said. “Fucking gorgeous, right?”
“Helluva hottie,” said Jack.
Dan pulled his sweater and shirt off over his head. Jack did the same. They kept their eyes on me as they undid their belts, slid jeans over hips, kicked off their briefs and peeled off their socks. I envied their comfort with their bodies. If either of them worried about the other’s pecs or abs or length, width and girth, they didn’t show it. They simply stood naked it in front of me like they were offering themselves for my approval.
It was easy to give. Dan, a little shorter but with a broader build and more hair on his chest, was already familiar. Jack, taller, decorated with ink on his pale, smooth skin and the nipple rings I’d guessed at, had almost no hair at all.
But he had something else.
“Oh, my God.”
Jack laughed, looking down at his cock. His pierced cock. The ring, large enough to look scary, lay against the side of the head.
Dan looked down. “Jesus, man. Why would you do that to yourself?”
Jack laughed again and stroked himself, up and down, hand passing over the ring. “I’ll let her figure that out.”
I blinked, fascinated. “Come here.”
He obliged, crawling up the bed to kneel next to me. I got up on my knees to look closer. I touched him, and he made a little noise. I stroked him, up and down, the way he’d done. The ring rubbed my palm, the metal warm and smooth.
He sighed and put his hand over mine, pumping it up and down. “That’s good.”
Dan joined us on my other side. He unhooked my bra and took it off, then covered my breasts with his hands and kneaded them gently. He teased my nipples erect, his mouth hot and wet on my shoulder blade.
Dan put his hand down the front of my panties, rubbing me in circles while I stroked Jack. I moaned when Dan touched me, my clit already swollen with desire. With subtle movements of his other hand, Dan shifted me so I was no longer on my knees but sitting between his legs, my back against him, his hands making magic with my breasts and cunt and his mouth sucking gently on the side of my neck.
Jack’s breathing had quickened and I looked up at him. His grin was no less bright, though his eyes were a little glazed, and sweat had beaded along his hairline. His hips pumped forward, into my fist. He put his hand on my hair, tangling and tugging it a little, which made me cry out and arch further into Dan’s touch.
Dan’s penis throbbed against my back. He let his finger slide lower, then up again to rub my moisture on my clit. Jack put his hand over mine, squeezing the fingers closed over the head of his cock, stopping me.
“Slow up,” he whispered, that smoky voice making my body contract with pleasure.
“Gonna lay you down,” Dan murmured.
He did, moving from behind me and pushing the pillows beneath my head to make certain of my comfort. The two men shared a look, and both reached to hook their fingers in my panties and ease them down. I lifted my rear to help them. Jack tugged the lacy material over my knees and tossed them on the floor, then knelt in front of me and bent my leg at the knee to rest my foot on his thigh. Dan caressed my other leg, then my hip and belly, his eyes on me, his smile reassuring.
Jack kissed my knee again, and I giggled again, the sound breathy and hoarse. He moved a little to kiss my calf, then the bone of my ankle. He took my foot between his hand and massaged it, then pressed a kiss to my instep. My whole body jerked, but his hands had closed around my ankle and kept me from kicking him by accident.
It had tickled, that kiss, but also sent a bolt of sensation so strong it felt like he’d slid his cock inside me. My thighs parted and my hips lifted in reaction. I bumped Dan’s nose with my hand, and he winced, proving once again that really good sex needs choreography.
“Warn me next time you make her do that,” Dan said.
Jack laughed, his eyes locked on mine. “I think she liked it.”
I should have cared, maybe, that they spoke of me like I couldn’t respond, but I didn’t. There was something sexy about it, the two of them talking about me the way I imagined men might talk about women when they think we can’t hear. If they’d softened their words, tried for romance, attempted to woo me, the situation would have seemed ridiculous.
“She’s got pretty feet.” Jack kissed my sole again, letting his mouth linger, and again I moaned. “See how it makes her squirm?”
Dan nodded as he passed the flat of his hand down over my breasts to my belly. “She’s wet. Touch her.”
Jack put my foot down carefully and leaned forward to touch me. He licked his lips and again I saw the tongue stud flash. “I bet she tastes sweet.”
Dan looked at my face when Jack said that. I must have looked panicked again, because he reached up to brush the hair from my face and cup his hand on my cheek.
“No,” Dan said. “That’s not for you.”
Over Dan’s shoulder, I saw Jack nod, as though he’d expected an answer like that. Dan looked into my eyes and then kissed the corner of my mouth. Respecting without complaint the distance I felt ridiculous for enforcing. I put my hand on the back of his neck and held him for a moment to stare into my eyes.
Whatever he saw there must have satisfied him, because he smiled and kissed the tip of my nose, then took my hand from the back of his neck and kissed the palm. He sat up.
“Suck her nipples,” Dan offered. “She likes that.”
Jack nodded and slid up my body to take my nipple between his lips before I even had time to take a breath. I’d been right about the tongue stud. Like the ring in his penis the metal was warm and smooth, and I gasped as he worked it against my flesh.
Dan took my other nipple in his mouth, and I looked down. One dark head, one fair, so close together but focused both on me. I wondered if they would kiss each other, or touch, and the thought of that made me gasp again, so Dan looked up at me.
I licked my mouth, and he smiled, glancing at Jack, who looked up from what he’d been doing. They shared a look, then both started laughing. It made me laugh.
“She’s got a sexy laugh, doesn’t she?” Dan asked.
“She’s got sexy everything.” Jack suckled my nipple again as his hand slid between my legs.
Jack stroked my clit, his touch different than Dan’s. Less sure. I found the skipping hesitation of his fingers unbearably arousing. Everything in my body had begun to draw together, tighten, contract and tense. I had to force myself to remember to breathe.
Dan put his hand between my legs too, for one moment holding me while Jack kept up his uneven pace. Then I felt a finger slide inside me, followed quickly by another, and I made a noise.
“Fuck,” Jack muttered. “Let’s see if we can get her to do that again.”
They had taken away from me the need to speak. They didn’t expect me to answer, or to reciproc
ate. They took care of me, Dan sometimes murmuring direction to Jack, who took it without seeming to bristle. Two men working together to bring me pleasure.
I opened my eyes. They were both looking at me, but not my face. Their expressions of concentration would have made me giggle if I’d had the breath for it. They both stared at my cunt like it held the secrets of the universe. Dan fucked me with his fingers while Jack kept his attention on my clit, but both seemed fascinated by my body and its responses.
It should have made me self-conscious but I was too close to coming to worry about whether or not they liked the way I’d shaved my pubic hair. My hips lifted, pressing harder against both of them. Dan looked up at me and withdrew, making me sigh in protest.
“Sit up, baby,” he said tenderly, and helped me.
Together they moved me to the edge of the bed so my feet met the floor. Dan slid around behind me, straddling my back and pulling me to rest against his chest. Jack, who’d been busy putting on a condom while Dan arranged me, settled between my legs and put his hands on my hips.
“Doesn’t it rip?” I had to ask.
He grinned and shook his head, that silky hair falling over his eye. “Nah.”
My heart pounded in trepidation but I let Dan pull me back against him. My head fit on his shoulder, his lips at my temple, his hands clasping my ribs just below my breasts.
“Are you ready?”
It was sweet of Jack to ask, and I wanted to give him an answer but my throat had closed and I could only nod. He shifted his feet and gripped his cock at the base, guiding it to my opening. He didn’t push inside me right away.
“Shhh.” Dan whispered into my ear, brushing the hair off my neck so he could kiss me there. “Relax.”
Jack pushed inside me, bit by bit. I tensed, expecting pain from the metal piercing his penis, but felt only a different sort of pressure. He was longer than Dan, and when he pushed inside me to the hilt I squeaked at the sensation. Jack looked up, brow furrowed in concentration.
“Christ, she’s tight.”
Dan’s cock, pressed to my back, leaped at the words. “I know.”
Jack swiped hair from his eyes and put a hand on my shoulder. He looked at me. “You all right?”
The solicitude from both of them touched me. Aroused me. They could have made this such a bad experience, but they weren’t.
Again, I nodded, not trusting my voice. Jack smiled. Dan kissed my neck.
“Fuck her now,” Dan told him.
Jack nodded and looked at me for confirmation. I licked my mouth. “Yes, Jack. Fuck me.”
At the sound of my voice, hoarse with longing, Dan shuddered. Jack throbbed inside me. Then, with deliberate concentration, he began to move.
With Dan behind me, I didn’t need to worry about falling. He supported me. His mouth on my skin transported me even as Jack’s cock inside me did the same. Jack fucked me slowly for a few strokes, then hooked his hands beneath my knees, bending them, pushing me back harder against Dan and deepening the angle.
I cried out. Jack didn’t stop, but he did murmur, “Okay?”
“Yes,” I managed to say. “Oh…yes.”
Dan’s penis, hot and hard, rubbed my spine with Jack’s every thrust. Dan’s breath got hoarse in my ear. He slipped a hand around to caress my clit while Jack pumped in and out of me, and the dual pleasure clawed my fingers into the bedclothes, scrunching the fabric in my fists.
I had imagined different ways two men would fuck me. One in my mouth, one in my cunt. One in each hand. One entering me from behind while I sucked the other one off. I had never imagined this, being held snugly from behind, my every need anticipated and granted.
I looked to the side, at the mirror over the dresser. As neatly as a painting, it framed us within it. Three people, a woman caught between two men who held her like she was something precious. I had to blink to make sure it was me.
Sweat from Jack’s brow dripped onto my belly. His face contorted, but he kept his pace steady, not losing himself in climax just yet. The three of us rocked together. Dan took his hand from my clit for a moment to hold it in front of my mouth.
“Spit.”
I filled his palm with saliva. He slid his hand between us and I felt his fingers close around his cock, lubricating it with wetness from my lips, and the thought of what he was doing excited me even more. In another moment he’d pulled me back against him again and returned to stroking my clit, but now his penis slid more smoothly against my skin. It fit into the groove of my spine as neatly as Jack’s cock fit into the cleft of my cunt, and I thought of my body accepting and surrounding both of them and bringing them pleasure, and my cunt bore down in its first pleasure spasm.
Jack let out a grunt. His fingers dug into the backs of my knees. His thrusts got harder, jamming me against Dan. I was close. Jack was close. Dan seemed to be getting the short end.
“Dan?”
“Shh, baby,” he whispered, fingers never ceasing their perfect circling. “I’m almost there.”
I know we could have gone on for only a few more minutes, but I lost track of time. Everything became focused on the pleasure between my legs. Sights. Sounds. Smells. Sex.
We moved harder, faster. Skin slapped and sucked. Someone moaned. I cried out. Someone said my name, my real name, but I didn’t care, too caught up in what was going on.
“I’m gonna come.” Jack panted the words. He thrust harder. His eyes closed and his head tilted back. The smooth line of his throat mesmerized me.
“Come with us,” Dan said. “C’mon, Elle. Go over.”
I would have, even had he not urged me toward it, but hearing him speak helped me along. For one instant the universe had become a giant fist, closing. Then it opened, tossing out the stars and moons and planets and comets, and I went with it, surrounded by the cosmos. Pleasure so fierce it left me breathless arched my back and I heard myself cry out, wordless.
Slick heat spurted against my back and Dan’s hand on my hip bore down hard enough to leave red marks. He groaned and thrust against me.
Jack thrust inside me once more with a shout, then stopped, shuddering. He moved a second later, once, twice, then stopped again, head bowed. More sweat dripped onto my skin. He shook a couple times, then loosened his grip on my knees and let them gently down.
We stayed like that for a moment, a tableau of satisfaction. Muscles in my back and legs ached, but not unpleasantly. Dan kissed my temple again and smoothed his hands up and down my sides, then cupped my breasts. Jack withdrew a moment after that and left me cradled in Dan’s arms.
I wasn’t quite sure what to say even after I’d regained the capability. I watched Jack take care of the condom with practiced ease. He turned, gave me that grin again.
“Mind if I take a shower?”
I shook my head.
“Toss me a towel, would you?” Dan asked.
“Sure thing, man.”
Jack disappeared into the bathroom, tossed a towel toward Dan, who caught it, then went back in. The shower started running. I sat up, and Dan wiped my back with the towel using slow, gentle strokes.
I turned to look at him. He’d settled the towel across his lap. He smiled.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” I answered.
He reached out to smooth my hair from my face. “You all right?”
I was all right, but I paused for a second, waiting for guilt or anxiety to arrive. They didn’t. All I felt was content and a sense of wonder as in “Did that really just happen?”
“I’m fine,” I said.
“Good.” His hand on the back of my neck, he pulled until I leaned toward him so he could brush his lips across my cheek. “I’m glad. Was it what you expected?”
I laughed. “No.”
“No?” He frowned. “Not good?”
“Better,” I told him and let my hand touch his face for a second.
He grinned. “Well…that’s good.”
I chewed my lower lip for a moment. “Next
time, we can get a girl. If you want.”
He laughed and pulled me toward him again, into a hug I allowed but didn’t really return. His hands caressed my back, and he breathed in against my hair. He held me like that for a few moments, then let me go.
“We’ll see” was all he said.
Jack came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, hair slicked back. He headed for his clothes, lifting them and shaking them to begin putting them on. He took off the towel and rubbed the rest of his skin dry, then rubbed his hair, tossed the towel to the floor and pulled on his boxers.
“You heading out?” Dan kept his hand on the back of my neck.
I, naked, suddenly wished for something to cover myself with. I stood, meaning to head for the shower myself. Jack gave me another of those brilliant grins, which made me feel less naked and more like giving him another try. He had a real talent, that pretty Goth boy.
“Yeah,” he said to Dan. He laughed a little, shaking his head. “You were right, man, she is smoking hot. You two call me anytime, okay?”
I caught Dan’s gaze. He didn’t bother looking ashamed. Stunned, I watched Jack dress and leave the room, closing the door behind him. I backed into the bathroom, still steamy from his shower, and I turned on the water again.
“Are you mad?” Dan said from behind me as I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped inside.
I said nothing, just let the water cascade over me. Dan came to the shower, silhouetted through the plastic. He pulled it open, mindless of the water spraying onto the floor.
“Elle, talk to me.”
I turned the tiny bar of soap over and over in my hands, creating palmfuls of lather. Jack had used this soap before me. Jack had fucked me. Jack had fucked me because Dan had asked him to.
“Should I be mad?” I asked finally, not looking at him. I rubbed my hands over my body, replacing the aroma of sex with the scent of harsh hotel soap.
“You told me you’d never done a lot of experimenting. I thought you’d like this. You did like it.” He spoke without accusation or defense of his actions.
I looked up. “How did you know I would?”
He smiled. “You’d have told me no. We’d have gone home and left him there. No big deal.”
