Cuffed to my Roomies

by Natasha Black

  “Make it a long one. I owe you,” I said, grateful.

  “Then if you owe her, can you cover the whole bar for, say, fifteen?” Jason said. He said it lightly, but it was obvious what he was thinking. He and Cammie were going to go to the staff bathroom and have a good time. I smiled at them.

  “Go for it,” I said, “if I run into trouble, it’s not like I don’t have off-duty cops here to come to my rescue.”

  Derek and Brett had settled in at one end of the crowded bar. I got them beers and some chicken nachos. I was busy for a while making a couple pitchers of blood orange margaritas for a group of women who came in. When I checked back on my guys, they were arguing over something on ESPN. I refilled their beers, and Derek looked up.

  “We’re working out an arrangement,” he told me confidentially, “were anyone caught breaking the ground rules has to buy brunch the following Sunday. So it looks like French toast is on me.”

  “What about me? I was breaking the rules.”

  “It’s not possible for you to break the rules. You’re supposed to do what you want. The two of us are keeping to ground rules to preserve the friendship when it could get competitive too easily. It’s good that we’re as different as you say, or else jealousy would be the natural step. If you thought we were both just two dudes, random and interchangeable, then we’d be beating the shit out of each other,” Derek said.

  “Yeah,” Brett said, “I like that you can tell us apart. It’s important to feel like an individual in a relationship, but more so it’s important in this kind of set-up that we feel like we can be honest with each other, and with ourselves. If there comes a time when you prefer to be with just one of us, you have to tell us so.”

  “I will. I’m sorry about that lapse. I was all excited from having a terrific day at work, and I felt really confident and—sexy, I guess. Cammie was egging me on about going to the bathroom with Derek and I acted like a stupid teenager. This only works if we respect the boundaries, and I was the one who initiated it. I was disrespectful to our ground rules. It isn’t that I want Derek exclusively. It’s that I want both of you. A lot. Like, all the time, can’t concentrate kind of wanting.”

  “I love the way this conversation is headed, but that woman is waving her empty glass like maybe you should go refill it,” Derek said slyly.

  I rushed to the margarita group and made them a new pitcher. I even stood around and listened to their story about a bad breakup that was the reason for their night out. It sounded like Sadie needed the margaritas since her fiancé had just broken things off three weeks before the wedding. I brought out some of our fantastic cheeseburger sliders with the onion jam on the house, shoving twenty dollars of my tips into the till to pay for them.

  “Drown your sorrows in cheeseburgers and margaritas tonight, and tomorrow, go out and find a lover. Or two,” I told Sadie, squeezing her hand, “You deserve better.”

  Sadie nodded bravely and reached for a slider. Her friend, Hilary, pulled me aside, “That was amazing of you. She needed to hear that. Thank you,” she said. Then she put money in my hand.

  “Not necessary. I wanted to do it,” I said, trying to give the money back.

  “No, I insist. We’re all in this together, girl,” she said.

  “Okay, thanks,” I said, ready to replace my twenty I’d spend. I turned and looked. She’d given me a hundred-dollar bill. I looked at it and then back at her. She shrugged, returned her attention to her friend. I put the money in my pocket, amazed.

  Then I took a good long look at Sadie. That was exactly the kind of woman I wanted to be writing for at Envy. A woman, successful and strong and stylish, but who deserved more from her relationships and career, but maybe didn’t have the confidence to know that. I would keep her and her supportive friends in mind when I did my topics for my spec article.

  I was walking on air as I refilled drinks and took orders. When Cammie and Jason came back, flushed and rumpled and smiling, I hugged Cammie.

  “You’ve been so great to me,” I said, “I don’t thank you for that enough.”

  “Oh my God, are you dying or something?” she joked.

  “No, I’m just one lucky bitch,” I said, “It went well at work today, and I’m having a great night. Anytime you two want to take a break together, just let me know. I owe you two a lot. You trained me up, and I like my job here. It makes the rest of my life possible.”

  “I’m glad it’s working out for you. I like having you here. Plus it’s nice to know that we have cops on premises if there’s any trouble.”

  “This is not exactly a barroom brawl crowd,” I said.

  “I know, but if their G&T isn’t cold enough, some of them get a little uptight,” she said with a smile, tying her apron back on.

  We worked steadily all night, and the tips were good. My mood never deflated, and every time I could steal a glance at the guys, they were relaxed and happy, too. I stole over to them once and said how excited I was.

  “I can’t wait to tell you my news,” I said, “It was a really great day.”

  “It’s going to be a better day once we get home,” Brett said.

  “I thought we might go out and celebrate,” I said.

  “I thought we could stay in to celebrate,” Derek said, “Try this out when we’re all sober and ready to rock.”

  “Try not to say ready to rock when we’re in bed. It’s a total boner killer,” Brett deadpanned, and we laughed.

  “I’m in,” I said, “I want to do this. It’s going to take some getting used to for me, trying to be less shy about it, being more accepting of myself and what I want.”

  “You’re sexy as hell. You just have to own it,” Derek encouraged.

  I looked at Brett, waiting for the analytical response, “What? He’s right,” Brett said. I grinned at them both, feeling so lucky all over again.

  Lucky and really eager for the bar to close. Because then I could go home with the men of my sexiest dreams and live out the fantasy nice and slow this time.

  17

  As soon as Jason flipped the sign on the door to Closed, I was out of my apron and ready to leave. I had cleared away dishes, wiped down the bar and waved at Cammie and Jason.

  “I think she’s in a hurry,” Cammie said, waving the guys off as they followed me out the staff door.

  Outside, I shivered in the cold. The guys were both in t-shirts so neither had a jacket I could borrow. Brett scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the truck. I snuggled against his big warm chest, kicking my feet and laughing at being carried, but loving it. Loving how small and taken-care-of it made me feel. We piled into the seat and Derek turned the heater on full blast. I huddled in Brett’s arms, trying to get warm. His fingertips brushed my hard nipple through my shirt and my breath came out as a hiss.

  “We agreed that I get a few minutes to play in the truck, since Derek had you all to himself earlier,” Brett said, his voice heavy with heat. It did something to me, made me feel needy.

  At the stoplight, he unbuckled my seat belt and pulled me into his lap. I straddled him eagerly, rising on my knees to kiss him. His hands cupped my ass as his tongue worked in my mouth. He brought me down onto his lap, sliding me sensuously down the rock hard wall of his chest, making my sensitive nipples ache with longing. He nipped at my bottom lip and kissed me very thoroughly before dropping his mouth to my neck. I ground against him shamelessly, rubbing the hot, dampness between my legs against the iron ridge jutting up from between his own. I was moaning already.

  “Hey, I said you could play, not break the law by removing your seat belt,” Derek teased from the driver’s side as he swung into a parking spot.

  “I go first. That was the deal,” Brett growled. I felt so turned on by that possessive, wolflike growl that I nearly came in my panties right then.

  We scrambled up the stairs to the apartment, stopping to press against the wall and kiss. Derek opened the door, grumbling. I reached back for his hand even as Brett moved me into
the apartment. Derek caught my hand and followed. I knew none of us could wait, despite my best intentions to take it slow. Derek had had me right on edge in the bar bathroom earlier and I’d never really unwound from it.

  “I want you, baby,” Brett said into my hair as he pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the ground.

  He bore me into Derek’s room and onto that huge bed and stripped my jeans off me. I lay there, wanton and wanting, breathless in anticipation of what they’d do to me. Whatever it was, I wanted it. My breasts felt heavy and aching. My pussy throbbed with arousal. The palms of my hands itched, and the soles of my feet tingled with desire already. I wished recklessly that I could somehow take them both at once. I was that keyed up, that turned on. We were in the privacy of our home and I was ready to take advantage of it, to scream and beg and claw if necessary to get the release I’d been denied earlier. But I laid there, meek and waiting, because it was the fastest way to get what I wanted from them. I knew they’d take care of me. They were talking quietly, and then Derek joined me on the bed.

  “Come here, baby, I want to talk to you,” he said. I propped up reluctantly on my elbows, turned toward him.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No, something’s very right. We’ve got all night to make this good. I want this. Are you ready?”

  “Yes!” I said, kissing him, “I want this. I want as much of both of you as I can have, all at once. Too much pleasure, all that connection, yes,” I kissed him again and again, his tongue and mine mating.

  Then he stripped off his shirt and leaned back against the headboard. I sat with my back against his chest, and his hands trailed up my belly, his palms covering my breasts and working them. I started to pant. Brett climbed onto the bed with us, first straddling my legs and kissing my mouth while Derek’s hands moved between us, stroking my nipples, his knuckles bumping against Brett’s bare chest as Brett kissed me.

  His big hands rode down my hips to my thighs and he opened them wide. With his thumbs, he rubbed the outside folds until I was quivering, my legs jerking. He stroked the inner lips of my slit and I writhed under his hands. Derek worked my tender nipples between calloused, rough fingers as Brett dipped a thumb inside me. I clenched around it instantly, so ready.

  He stopped kissing me, looked in my eyes, “Do you want me?”

  “Yes, God, yes,” I whimpered.

  I wanted him to replace his hands with the big cock I saw throbbing in his boxer briefs. I was rubbing Derek’s legs through his jeans, feeling him get hard against my back. For an instant, I wanted him in me, in my ass while Brett penetrated my pussy. The very idea sent wetness spilling into Brett’s hands.

  “What are you thinking, naughty girl?” Brett said, his mouth at my cheekbone as he rolled down his underwear, his cock jutting out. I wrapped my hand around it instinctively.

  “I was thinking of how to take both of you at once, if my body could stand it,” I panted.

  “Baby, we’ll give you anything you want,” Derek said, his fingers roaming down to find my clit even as Brett’s thumbs were pressing into my pussy.

  My head dropped back against Derek’s shoulder as he teased my clit, as the thick, rough thumbs of Brett’s hands carefully aroused me until I was bucking my hips. My arm ran back around Derek’s neck, brought his face to mine to kiss him. We were kissing, hot and wet, when Brett took away his hands and I felt the wet, blunt head of his cock at my slit.

  “We’ve both tested clean,” Brett said, “Let me fuck you raw.”

  He was pushing my boundaries. I wanted them pushed. I wanted him, hot and slick with nothing between us.

  “Please,” I whimpered, “Please, I need you inside me now.”

  He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it around my pussy, spreading my wetness on himself with his hand. He teased me with it, with the lewd sight of it as Derek rubbed my clit with one hand, his other hand gripping my jaw to kiss me again. I couldn’t take my eyes off Brett’s cock, though, not even for the satisfaction of Derek’s clever tongue in my mouth.

  “Wait,” I said, “I want to watch.”

  “Then I’ll watch, too,” Derek said, “Brett, you have our attention. Now start fucking her before I cut in line and take my turn.” I tried to laugh but all the sensations were too intense.

  Then as Brett’s impossibly big, rigid cock rubbed against my pussy, I clenched, biting my lip. Derek rubbed his thumb across my lower lip and I sucked it rhythmically, needed it in my mouth, needing to be filled in every way, wanton and desperate to come. I felt dizzy, everything going blurry at the edges as Brett finally eased into me, just an inch, pausing so I could adjust to the size of him, the thickness. I was wet, so wet but his size made it a heavy invasion. I stretched to fit around him, gasping as he went in all the way with a single, powerful thrust. I knew my eyes rolled back in my head. Derek kissed me as my eyes dropped shut. I felt lightheaded, consumed by the overwhelming sensations competing for my attention, competing for my pleasure. Derek’s fingers plucking at my nipples, Brett’s heavy thrusts, the warmth of Derek’s kiss and the press of Brett’s fingers into my twisting hips. He held me down, held me still so I could receive his thrusts, so I couldn’t squirm away and avoid some of the shuddering, mind altering bolts of pleasure ripping me apart.

  “Baby,” Derek’s voice broke through to me, “You’ve gotta breathe. You’re holding your breath and you’ll pass out.”

  My eyes flew open. I met Brett’s intense gaze and nodded, taking a measured, slow breath and relaxed my tensed muscles so I could accept all of his length inside me. I felt him, all of him, as he moved inside me, his thrusts deep and fast. Sweat shone on his brow as he leaned in to kiss me. My lips clung to his. Derek’s arms tightened around me and I felt the solid support of his body, slick with sweat, behind me. Brett hooked one of my legs over his hips and changed up the angle, going in deep and slower with his thrusts as if each one was deliberately designed to erode what little control I had left. I was afraid of the orgasm I felt building inside me. I couldn’t fight it back. There was nothing I could do to stop it, even though I felt like I would tear me apart, that I’d black out because the pleasure was already too powerful. I’d lose my sanity entirely. I already had, maybe. I reached down and grabbed Derek’s hand, laced my fingers with his and held on.

  “I’ve got you, baby, I’ll hold you the whole time. Just let go,” he begged from behind me.

  His mouth was at my neck, his other arm around my stomach, as I watched Brett move in and out of me, shattering my resistance until I was crying out with every thrust and jerking, shrieking with my orgasm. Brett never stopped, his rhythm like the moon pulling the tides until I felt him tighten and spill with a hot rush inside me. It was new, foreign to feel that sensation and I bucked in Derek’s arms when Brett came. Then he rolled off of me and embraced me. I let him hold me, stroke my hair, whisper that I was so beautiful.

  Brett had been so deep inside of me, and I felt so connected to him. My whole body shook from the aftermath, like I was coming off of a high. He reached out and gripped my hand in his, our fingers laced together. It felt like that link to him was the only thing keeping me from floating away. My body gave little involuntary jerks as if the orgasm itself was earthquake-strong with aftershocks all its own.

  Derek slid off the bed, came back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned up the remnants of my lovemaking with Brett, and then he spooned behind me, holding me loosely, reassuringly, as Brett and I kissed and touched, as Brett petted me and whispered to me. He kissed my forehead, my eyelids, my face a hundred times. I leaned on his shoulder and rested there. Derek held me close against his chest as well, and I felt utterly safe, secure, tired.

  “Not too tired for me, I hope,” Derek’s voice came, as if he knew what I’d been thinking. He stroked my face gently.

  “I need a minute,” I said, drifting off between them, cradled in their arms. I fell asleep, sweetly, warm and safe.

  After a while, I woke to Derek nuzzling m
y neck. “Mmm,” I sighed with a sleepy smile.

  “I let you sleep for an hour. It damn near killed me. I don’t think I can wait any longer. Lying this close to you, smelling your sweet pussy in this room, and the flashes of how hot it was watching the two of you, holding you while you did it.”

  I felt him go hard behind me. I let my eyes flicker open. Brett was smiling down at me, face to face. He kissed me awake, softly, gently.

  “You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever known,” he said as Derek ran his hands up and down my sides, pulling goosebumps from my flesh.

  “You’re pretty amazing too,” I said in return.

  “Hey, what about me?” Derek joked from behind me.

  “I want you, Derek. I wanted you at the bar, in the bathroom. And now. You turn me on. I want you face to face. I want something intimate with you. Last time we were playful, you were behind me and it was hot, but I want more of you this time,” I said. “I want to watch your face while you fuck me.”

  “Do you want to sit in my lap or do you want to go into the bathroom and let me do you like I wanted to at the bar?”

  “Why not both?” I said and Brett chuckled.

  “We picked the right girl,” he said, “I’m up for whatever you decide.”

  “Bathroom,” I said.

  Derek scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom we all shared. He lifted me onto the edge of the sink, and I held on. He knelt on the tile floor, his mouth between my legs. I groaned, just from the memory of him eating me out the first time, his lips and tongue sucking and licking in all the most sensitive places. The sexy stubble on his jaw scraped the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I tensed in the best way as the heat of his tongue licked just around the spot where I wanted him, tasting me while Brett stood in the doorway, his boxer briefs back on. His cock stood out in them, letting me see that it aroused him to watch me draped naked over the sink while Derek lapped at me. One of my dangling legs kicked out when Derek hit a certain spot. He spread my folds and put two fingers inside of me, crooking them and stroking as my stomach muscles tightened, and I fisted my hand in his hair. I remembered again the difference in the way the two of them made love, how Brett was slow and measured while Derek was wilder, faster. I wanted that now. I wanted to be fucked hard and deep and swift. So I sat up more, tugged his face up to look at me.