“I let you and Derek have your time out here. But I want my turn,” he said. I wondered what he meant, if there was a double meaning. If he wanted me the way I wanted him. If he thought of me at night the way I had imagined his body over mine a hundred times. I knew I was wet for him, just from his words. Then he leaned in, nuzzled my neck. I shivered, and he felt it.
“You like that?” he said softly, his mouth closing on the slope of my neck. I felt a dart of pleasure at that, and I moaned a little.
He moved me to the music, but it was just that. Him moving me. I wasn’t dancing. I was holding on for dear life. The pleasant fuzziness of the alcohol smoothed the edges of everything around me. I stroked the back of his neck, his shoulders. His knee insinuated itself between my thighs, so his leg pressed against the heated, needy part of me. I ground against him, getting delicious friction, biting my lip. He bent his head and kissed me. Not like the soft kiss I’d given him in the kitchen that time. This was filthy, deep and wet, his tongue in my mouth until I thought I’d scream and beg for him to take me right there on the dance floor with everyone watching. I was ready to reach for his zipper, to take him in my hand, to whisper that I wanted him inside me, that I wanted to ride him, to feel him deep.
Derek joined us on the dance floor, his body hard behind mine as I kissed Brett back. I reached behind me, looping my other arm around back around Derek’s neck. His head dipped toward me, his hand pushed my hair to one side and he kissed my neck while Brett plundered my mouth, his knee still between my legs. I was overwhelmed with arousal, desperate, ready to take either of them, both of them.
“Let’s go home,” I managed to say, dragging my mouth from Brett’s with effort, “Take me home.”
11
My body tingled with anticipation. I knew in the swirl of color and noise in my brain that we weren’t going home to pretend this never happened. We were going home together, the three of us. Somewhere that made sense to me, through the haze of tipsiness, I knew what I wanted. I wanted Derek and Brett. All the way.
Brett got behind the wheel. Derek turned to me in the cab of the truck, a steamy look on his handsome face.
“I want a taste of that,” he said, his mouth lowered to mine. I kissed him as easily, as eagerly as I’d kissed Brett, arms around his neck. We made out for a few minutes, breathing heavy, steaming up the passenger side window.
“You taste like mint,” he said with a slow smile as he lifted his head.
Brett reached over to pull me to him at a red light, rubbed his mouth against mine. My nipples hardened in response. He brushed his thumb across a tight peak, his tongue pushing between my lips as he pinched the taut bud. I moaned. The light changed and he withdrew from me, eyes on the road and hands on the wheel, leaving me so frustrated I could have kicked and screamed.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’ve still got me,” Derek said in my ear, his palm cupping my breast through my dress, his fingers stroking my nipple. He kissed me, “That pout. You wanted him to keep doing that didn’t you? Your lips are still pouting. I can’t resist it,” then his mouth was on mine, insistent and sweet.
When we reached the firehouse and climbed the stairs, Brett said he wanted his turn with me, picked me up and kissed me. I was messing up his hair, my legs around his waist while Derek opened the door.
“Come on, you two, don’t do it in the hall,” he said, his voice grouchy. I laughed.
“Are you ready for this?” Brett said seriously. I nodded.
“I need to hear you say it,” he said, putting me down.
“Yes. I want both of you. I need you both tonight,” I said, “I feel like it’s all I’ve wanted since the night we met.”
“The water bill’s gone way up since you moved in,” Derek said.
Confused, I apologized, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s not you. I’m taking two showers a day like a teenager, jerking off thinking about you,” he said. His filthy words heated my cheeks, heated my body. I blushed.
“I’m on my third set of double A batteries,” I confessed.
“Hey, I found that in your dresser when I was looking for clothes,” Brett said, “That’s a big one.”
“A rabbit. Only the best,” I said with an eye roll.
“I think I can make you forget the rabbit,” Brett said, his voice sexy and low.
“You’re gonna have to prove it,” I challenged them.
We went to Derek’s bed. It was the biggest, a king size, and we all knew we’d need the room. They stripped off their shirts, and I watched, perched on the edge of the bed like the luckiest audience in a private strip club. Both dropped their jeans, first Derek who wasn’t shy at all, then Brett. Derek, unsurprisingly, didn’t wear underwear, while Brett had on boxer briefs that only showed the outline of his powerful erection. I wanted to rip them off.
Derek put his hands on his hips, showing off his impressive body, “What’s a guy gotta do to get some attention around here?” he said.
Brett grabbed the hem of my green dress and whipped it up over my head in one motion. I stood there in my white cotton panties and kicked off my sensible work heels. He scooped a hand through my long messy hair and pulled me flush against him as he kissed me hard. I found myself skin to skin with the hottest man ever. I was surprised, too. I had thought Derek would take the lead, that Brett would be Mr. Sensitive like he was when asking if I was sure about everything. But then there was no more room for thought at all.
Derek was behind me, his hands sliding around to cup my bare breasts. His heavy shaft pressed against the cleft of my butt and I rocked back against him on instinct.
“God, you’re wet already,” he groaned as he kissed my shoulder. I knew my juices were slicking the length of him every time he rubbed his shaft between my legs, his cock sliding just against the outside of my throbbing sex, trailing along the lips and making me mew with impatience. It felt too good, and not good enough at the same time.
Brett moved his mouth to my nipple, licking and sucking. I felt him back up to sit on the bed. I swung my leg over his lap, straddling him the way I’d wanted to. His big hand came down my stomach, between my legs. He parted my folds and slid two long fingers inside me. I could have exploded right then, the way he pressed, the way he went deep and stroked that spot that made me see stars. I moved against his fingers as he worked me over. I arched my back and Derek captured my mouth with his. Derek’s fingers moved down my stomach and stroked my pulsing clit as Brett fingered me. Somehow Derek’s tongue in my mouth moved in rhythm with the stroking and I jerked, scrabbling for purchase on Brett’s shoulders with my nails as I came hard, wave after wave, and kept coming. Shaken, I leaned forward, collapsed onto Brett’s shoulder as his arm went around me to keep me steady. Derek rubbed my back in slow circles. I clung to Brett and reached a hand back for Derek.
“Whoa,” I said as soon as I could speak, “that was intense.”
Brett lowered me onto the bed. I curled up on my side, Derek behind me, Brett in front of me. Brett stroked my face, tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.
“Lovely,” he said, a rare, sexy smile on his face.
“I want to make you feel just as good. Both of you,” I said, not wanting to exclude Derek. They had, together, made me feel something so amazing, so intense. All I wanted was to return the favor.
I was coming down off the strongest orgasm of my life and I wanted to make them feel the same way. I reached out to touch Brett’s chest, to trail my fingers down the muscled ridges of his stomach. I tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“You’re overdressed. Let’s get you out of these,” I said.
Brett lifted his hips and let me slide the trunks down his hips and thighs. I knew I made an ‘oh’ sound when I saw the erection waiting for me. I reached out to touch it, to stroke the length of him while he kicked away his underwear. Derek’s hand splayed across my stomach, his touch tender and insinuating. I felt a stirring in my blood again. So
soon, but I wanted more, more of them both.
I was stroking Brett, feeling him lengthen, harden even more in my hand, in response to my eager touch. I put my mouth to him. I’d never done that before, not with anyone in my limited sexual experience. I’d never even wanted to. But at once, I understood why people talked about it. The drinks had loosened my inhibition, left me a little reckless, and when my lips closed over the head of his cock, I tasted a salty drop of moisture and felt my inner muscles clench in response. As if my entire body recognized his taste, knew it was the herald of something incredible to come. He lay on his back, stretched across the bed, and I knelt beside him, one hand wrapped around his cock, my hair brushing his thighs and his stomach as I crouched over him, taking him deep in my mouth. I stroked up and down, my mouth following my hand’s path as I lapped at him with the flat of my tongue like I was licking a candy cane.
Brett gave hoarse cries that increased in speed and in urgency. His hand cupped my head. I brushed my nipples against his thigh, trying to get stimulation that way because giving him head turned me on. I paused, looked back over my shoulder at Derek. He was sitting back on the bed, stroking the turgid length of his own cock with one hand, enjoying the view. I met his eyes. He cocked one eyebrow at me and grinned. He took a condom out of the bedside drawer and put it on, sheathing that pulsing length. I took Brett deeper in my mouth, crouching on my knees.
Derek positioned himself behind me, took my hips in his hands to raise my ass in the air. With his thumbs, he parted my folds. I shuddered at his touch. Then I felt the heat of his tongue sweep into my slit. I moaned around Brett’s cock. He groaned as Derek ate me with his lips and tongue. I couldn’t keep my head, couldn’t concentrate on bringing Brett to completion when Derek’s mouth was between my legs. I slid my mouth off Brett’s cock, stroking him with my hand half-apologetically, my forehead on his thigh as Derek’s insistent tongue drove me mad, my legs quivering, and my hips jerking back toward him. I felt him speak against my most secret place.
“I’m not taking you like this. I’m going to be buried inside you. You’re mine first,” he said it almost fiercely.
My free hand fisted in the sheets as Derek shifted behind me, the head of his big cock pressing into my slit. I pushed back hard and felt the thrust of his penetration as he buried himself in me, balls-deep, in one hard push. I cried out, pumping my hand on Brett’s cock almost instinctively. Derek pulled out and then took me again and again, a heavy, deep penetration that left me reeling, bucking my hips back against him and wanting more even as he filled me. Brett’s hand slid down my stomach, his wicked fingers finding my clit and working it over with a steady rub. Then he made a v of his fingers and rubbed the outer lips of my pussy as Derek thrust inside me. I shuddered at once. His thumb rubbed my clit as his two fingers stimulated me outside and Derek’s huge cock filled me, hitting all the right spots at once. I thought I was going to black out as the pressure mounted, leaving me breathless. Derek was going at it hard, his thighs slapping against mine as he thrust, going as deep as he could. I was grunting from the impact of his thrusts against my G-spot, and then Brett rubbed his thumb back and forth rapidly over my clit. I came again, screaming, my hair falling in my face, panting. I pushed my hips back to take every inch of Derek, felt him jerk behind me, stiffening as he found his own climax.
Shaking weakly as he withdrew from me, leaving me feeling cold after the sweaty session we’d just had, I reached for Brett’s cock again, still hard but slightly forlorn, forgotten in the rush of my own orgasm. I was going to stroke him off, give him the orgasm he’d definitely earned. He shook his head, moved my hand away, kissed my lips.
“That was too delicious. I want you—all of you wrapped around me. Can you handle it?”
Handle it? I wanted it more than anything. I was tender down there after the athletic pounding Derek had given me, but I wanted Brett, wanted him to know he was just as much my lover as Derek was for that one illicit night. I nodded.
“Yes,” I said, “I want you inside me.”
He kissed my cheek, my neck, and then my breasts, one at a time. My skin heated again and, exhausted as I was, I felt myself already wanting to open for him. He said something to Derek that I didn’t hear, and Derek handed him a package. Brett rolled on a condom, took a tube of something and squirted it onto his hand. Then his hand, slick and cool, rubbed my tender sex, soothing and alluring at once, his lubed fingers inside me, making me wet enough for him.
He spread my knees with his hands and moved between my thighs. He kissed my lips once, “Ready?” he said. I nodded.
He didn’t make love the way Derek did, hard and deep and fast. Brett went slow, inch by inch, his cock moving into me in a leisurely possession. He was in no hurry, as if he knew we had all the time in the world, as if his patience would have a payoff. He touched my breasts, ran his hand down my side in a way that was half ticklish but made me grit my teeth. The truth was, I loved it, loved the way he was filling me more with every slow grind, loved the way he worked his way up until we were face to face with my legs wrapped around him. I touched his hair, his neck, his ears, his face. My eyes locked on his, the intimacy of the act striking me as deeply as he was within me. I was saying, ‘yes’ again and again.
He kissed me, breathless, his tongue in my mouth, dragging his lips away for breath and kissing me again. I felt him spasm within me, on top of me, felt the tremor in those powerful arms that sheltered me. He kept pumping into me as he came, roaring his completion. He reached between us, rubbing insistently at my clit, his mouth fastening over my nipple and sucking it in deeply, his mouth pulling it harder until I bucked against his hand and sobbed, wrung out by my third orgasm. He withdrew from me, gathered me into his arms, and laid me beside Derek, who had fallen asleep on the other side of the bed. Derek turned toward me and draped an arm over me. I murmured something unintelligible, and my eyes dropped shut.
12
When I woke, I wondered if it had been a dream. The hottest, sexiest dream of my life. I kind of hoped it was, since a dream wouldn’t make my living situation so damn awkward. And a dream didn’t make me some kind of crazy slut. I opened my eyes. Derek’s back was turned to me, bare and muscled in the morning light. I covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. How it could be so good and so wrong all at once.
I peered through my fingers and saw that at least I was only in bed with one man. Brett wasn’t beside me. He’d probably gone back to his own room. I sat up, holding the sheet over me. Because I had decided belatedly that modesty was a value that was important to me, maybe. As I started to get up, Brett walked in with a cup of coffee. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
“No!” I said a little too quickly, taking the mug and sipping it. He’d used the caramel apple creamer I liked. Tears pricked my eyes at his thoughtfulness, at the friendship I had endangered with my recklessness. I pressed my lips together.
“Thank you,” I said. Then I took the sheet and the coffee into the bathroom with me and showered.
The last thing I wanted to do was talk about it. But it was all I could think about. I dressed and collected my laundry off Derek’s bedroom floor and without another word to either of them, I went to my internship. It was a hectic day, which was for the best because it left me with little time to think. Still, I found time. In the spare seconds when I wasn’t unjamming the copier or looking for more paperclips or answering an unsolicited email, there were flashes of memory. Derek’s face hovering an inch from mine in the truck as we steamed up the windows. Brett’s mouth on my nipple drawing it deep between his lips. All of it kept me on edge throughout the day.
I couldn’t help but feel like I’d made a huge mistake. They’d rescued me by the side of the road, given me a place to stay, given me their friendship, and I’d used them both. Sure, they’d been every bit as on board with it a
s I’d been last night, but what if they too thought it had been a colossal clusterfuck? I hadn’t heard from either of them all day, which was unusual. They always texted me, and Derek typically sent hilarious Snapchats. I went to eat with Celia and downed an entire double bacon burger and onion rings. Some people can’t eat when they’re upset. I wasn’t one of them. I’m the one who asks for extra cheese on my burger and a milkshake to top it off.
“What is going on?” Celia asked, studying my face.
“Nothing. Just hungry,” I said around a mouthful of burger.
I checked my phone to see what Ainsley had to say about the situation. I’d messaged her that I slept with my roommate, not that there were three of us in the bed, but that he hadn’t texted me all day. No word from my best friend who probably had to concentrate on her work instead of dealing with my angst.
“You eat like a salad normally,” she said, “or half a sandwich. Never this. This is like eating with my younger brother. I’m worried you’re gonna eat the salt shaker next. Seriously, girl. What is going on?”
“Nothing. Maybe I’ve got PMS. I was craving a burger,” I said.
“Whatever. You know I don’t believe that for a minute. How’d your research project go?”
“Good. I’m really proud of it. How’s the writer doing?”
“She’s out of the hospital and working from home today. She’ll be back Monday. You’ll love her. She’s great, really smart.”
“Awesome. I’ll be stuck making copies forever,” I said with a grunt.
“Um, that’s kind of what an unpaid internship is all about,” Celia reminded me. “Besides, you have to put in your dues before you climb up with ranks.”
I sighed and nodded my head. I was being a real asshole.
“You’re right. I’m just in a mood. How’s your day been?”
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