Call Me Sugar

by Lacee Hightower

  Keith takes Jason’s face between his palms then looks at me for a quick moment with his eyes glassy, his lips swollen, and his gaze flashing with promises that those lips, those eyes, and those wonderful hands will soon be on me. “Tell me what you want to see, baby girl. Jason underneath me? His cock between my palms? Maybe on his knees?”

  Heat radiates through my body, and my nipples tighten. My God, I want to see it all. More than anything I want to see them together. I give Keith one quick nod with an ache forming deep in my core then look at Jason and his eyes that are wildly blue, his erection that is long and thick and perfectly hard.

  “Let’s give the lady what she wants,” Keith commands in that controlling tone of his. “On your knees, boy.”

  Sinewy muscles ripple through the sexy ink and down the length of Jason’s bare back as he drops to the floor and instantly wraps his lips around Keith’s rigid penis, where he begins relishing and ravishing each stroke, hungrily, predatorily, seizing and capturing every deep pulse while his hands remain at his sides, fisted, desperate to reach out, yet abstaining, foregoing, and submitting. Keith’s jaw clenches, his skin tight and flushed, his strokes becoming harder and deeper, the need for the beautiful man at his knees fierce, critical. Beautiful and intensely erotic.

  While I squeeze my thighs together with every muscle in my core tightening, I also hug myself, chilled to the bone, yet hot to the touch and aching absolutely everywhere. My gaze is frozen on both of their passion-filled faces. Keith presses between Jason’s lips gently, tenderly, while stroking his cheeks with the pads of his thumbs then turns relentless and fierce, almost cruel, with a viciousness creeping through his expression with each feral thrust and noises of gurgling gratitude as he falls deeper into his role of Dominant. His eyes are dark, closer to black. They’re brimming with lust, need, and way beyond the confines of his control. Yet, right now, right here, there’s no pain being inflicted. No belts, no floggers, no palms, no teeth.

  Only pleasure, ecstasy, rapture.

  Just two men with fifteen years between them, a bond forged as boys, solidified as adults. One so deep, so profound, that to see it broken would be to see two hearts shattering, left in a world dark and black and only surviving a crippling loneliness and excruciating tragic hole of desolation.

  With seconds ticking by, it’s all I can do not to join Jason on my knees, where I can idolize, worship, and obey this man that we both need and want and love. A crush of emotions shoots through me at the heartrending thought of this beautiful love affair ending.

  Keith’s chest thunders with a low, savage kind of sound, his eyes dark and hooded as Jason draws him deeper with his face burrowing into the trail of deep black hair leading to his pubic area. I can’t move my eyes from the sight of them. I’ve never once been so desperate for a man as I am for both of these, never had my body tremble with desire on such a level that it almost feels painful. I’ve never ached to have my most private flesh breached and ruptured and violated. Look at me, touch me, use me, love me the way you love each other.

  “Christ,” Keith pants, an urgency in his voice. He then jerks his satiny cock, which is thick, dark, filled with blood, his sac underneath tight and drawn upward, from Jason’s mouth. “There’s no one that does to me what you do. No one.” With the muscles in his back and ass tightening, he shudders then pulses thick threads of ejaculate onto Jason’s cheeks and lips that seem to last and last, spurt after spurt spattering onto his face and trickling down over the corners of his mouth.

  “Holy fuck, Keith.” Jason reaches for his own wide root and jacks himself desperately, viciously, with only a few seconds passing before he comes in his fist.

  My sex is wet, hot, clenching low in my belly with a whole new kind of miserable, and I can’t stop myself. I close my eyes, lower a hand down my belly, then rub at my clit through the print material of my sundress and listen to both men howl in pleasure while dying inside to feel that kind of ecstasy. Burning to feel their mouths on me, their hands on me. Desperate for firm fingers to twist my nipples, punishing palms smacking my ass, and firm cocks inside me … everywhere.

  My eyes flicker open when I hear the firm tone of Keith’s voice. “Is that enough of my soul, baby girl? I’m pretty sure my boy felt every bit of that.”

  I swallow, with every inch of me shaking with desire as Jason gives me a close look at his bare body that’s tall and lean. Toned and fit. Newly placed red welts of a flogger are etched deep into the backs of his thighs and rounded cheeks of his ass, which makes me sink lower and further into the dark daze of need and submission and the heartfelt urge to offer my body, my mind, my soul, and to honor, respect, and obey.

  But I wait, compliant to Keith’s guidance, for I’ll do nothing unless he wills it.

  “Undress her, boy. Then kiss her until she’s kissed away every bit of me from your mouth. Then, since you willed me the gift of breaking through her sweet pussy for the first time, you will have the honor of being the first to come inside her tight ass.”

  Jason’s eyes are wide, a china blue, so clear that they literally glow. He wastes no time and walks my direction then slides his hands over my breasts and down my body while he pulls me closer and covers my mouth with his own as the rigid length of his erection jabs into my stomach like hard pointed steel. His tongue is warm and tastes a little salty, a little tangy, like maleness, as he kisses me with deep long strokes, his body beginning to move against mine as he licks deeper, brushes over my teeth, and grazes the roof of my mouth while I return every move with the same urgency, the same frantic hunger, and erase every trace of Keith’s release. Gaze alert and shining with lust, he pushes at my panties while my hips churn against his hand and my body wordlessly urges him for more. For everything. For absolutely anything.

  When my panties drop to the floor, Jason eases back, and I lick my lips dry.

  “I’ve wanted my hands on you, my mouth on you, my cock inside you, every fucking day, every fucking minute since that first kiss in the park.” He reaches for the neckline of my dress and yanks it over my head then reaches behind me and unclasps my bra.

  Keith is at our side, his cock between his palm, heavy and swelling again. “You once thought Jason didn’t want you. You once thought I didn’t want you. Speak your hard limits, sugar, and tell Jason your safe word, because tonight you’re going to find out just exactly how wrong you were.”

  “Scotch.” My knees weaken as I think about limits and utter my safe word, which I’ll never use with either of these men. “Three years ago, I broke my shoulder skiing, so strikes against my right upper body is a hard limit, along with anything repulsive, and fisting. And even though I’m not new to kink or butt play, I’ve never allowed a man to penetrate my ass. I’ve never wanted one badly enough. I always considered that special, something deeply intimate and shared between two people who held something other than just casual sex. Someone that I trusted completely. Someone that I loved.”

  “That’s beautiful, sugar. And tonight, there’s going to be no striking, nothing repulsive,” Keith adds with a small bend to his lips. “And most definitely no fisting.” He reaches for Jason’s hand and runs it over my breasts then down my belly and through the hot, slick flesh between my legs until he skims the tight knot on my backside.

  “Unless you find this repulsive.” God, no. Never with you. Never with Jason.

  A deep blush rises up my neck, and nerves slide through my veins at the mention of anal sex because it’s anal, and anal is … anal, but it also feels right, and necessary, and before I think much more about it, I’m dropping to my knees, lowering my head to the ground, then lifting my hips just enough that my bare sex is exposed, visible, and accessible.

  Bow. Place a hand on each of their feet. Wait for instruction. Submit.

  I feel them studying me, and neither utters a word for a minute as the balls of Keith’s fingertips ease down the bend of my neck and over the length of my back with an intentional, deliberate, lethargic pace, before s
topping again at the tight bud between the cheeks of my butt and sending hot tingles of need shooting through my body.

  “To the bed.” I glance up and see simmering hunger in his brown gaze. “Slowly. Nice and slow, baby girl. Stay on your hands and knees. Hold your ass up nice and high and give us that pretty view of your soft pink pussy. Then I want you on your back with your legs spread wide.”

  I do as he commands and crawl, slowly, uncomfortably, vulnerably, with my ass raised and my neck lowered. Once I get to the bed, I climb up, turn onto my back, and spread my legs.

  “Absolutely perfect,” Keith rasps out.

  Keith, then Jason, slide in on either side of me, and all I can think of is what comes next and who will do what first.

  “You’re beautiful.” Jason’s tone is rich and warm as he utters his words into the side of my neck with his hand doing a long slide over the curve of my breast and taking my nipple between his fingertips and twirling, teasing, pinching, which has my hips lifting off the bed.

  “You’ve waited nearly fifteen years,” Keith says in a low rumble of a voice. “Taste her pussy, boy.”

  Please taste me. Lick me. Touch me everywhere, I plead soundlessly while his fingers tease over and around my nipples.

  Keith gives me a short but sexy grin of a smile and kisses me with hard, deep, demanding licks of his tongue as Jason eases down then pulls one leg over his shoulder and presses his face against me. His tongue flickers against the tip of my clit, his hand pressing into my inner thigh as he begins lapping, sucking, and using the very edge of his teeth. My fingers drop to the top of his head and curl through his hair when he licks me with long, slow, leisurely laps of his tongue that nearly have me in tears. Keith stops kissing my mouth and starts on my ear then my neck. He crawls down, inch by slow provocative inch, while licking a hot trail down my torso until he’s ended up between my legs and only inches from Jason. He pushes my other leg upward so my knee faces the ceiling, which sends prickles of discomfort stabbing through every muscle from the strange position that probably has me looking like some kind of circus act. I don’t care. I don’t care.

  He releases a groan and buries himself against my sex then licks at me right along with Jason. He inhales a deep breath of air then sucks my clit, my mound, Jason’s tongue, Jason’s lips, and all the while, brown eyes and blue eyes both gaze up into mine with lust, hunger, and looks so desperate that an emotion-filled sob fills my chest.

  “It’s so fucking good,” Jason mumbles, his hand tightening against my leg so harshly that flickers of fiery pain soar through my thigh and up my back, while unadulterated arousal shoots hot shivers all the way down to my toes. I feel like I’m being split apart and my sensitive flesh gorged on by two starving animals, as dual hungry tongues press inside urgently, demandingly, both feeding on my juices, savoring my clit, and each other.

  “Goddammit, boy.” Keith reaches for Jason and yanks him closer then slams his lips against his mouth and sucks at them with a wicked urgency before kissing him with so much fire and passion that it has me trembling.

  I lift and rub my clit against the lower stubble of their chins, my fingertips pulling and tugging at their hair as they linger in the soft slide of thick swollen lips and ravenous tongues.

  Keith releases Jason and flips me onto my belly so quick that it makes me dizzy then lands a hard palm against the flesh of my ass that takes my breath away before dropping his hand between my thighs and rubbing at my clit. “You’re so fucking wet that we probably have enough natural lube to grease up this pretty little asshole real good. What do you think, baby girl? What do you think, boy?”

  Jason climbs off the bed, saunters into the bathroom, and returns in an instant with an open container in his hand. “Don’t be a fucking asshole, man. She needs lube.” He moves down my body, slowly, gently, his hand shaking as he lubricates my rosette.

  Keith rolls on a condom then walks to Jason, where he takes his time to cover his tight erection with a slow, careful ease that’s so damned sexual, so provocative and lustful that I almost feel the need to weep. I suddenly feel like a third wheel. Like I should be anywhere but here. But he returns to the bed and turns me to face him, and then he stabs his hard cock callously into my belly while Jason teases at my backside. Tight knots of hunger and need tug at my insides and all the way through my core.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” Jason’s voice is soft and considerate as he runs a long slick finger into the crack between my cheeks and down and over my clit.

  “She’s fine,” Keith responds with a new kind of heat in his gaze and his eyes flashing darker than ever.

  Jason stops the delicious sweep of fingers over my mound and spreads more lube over himself then raises my left leg right as Keith pushes inside my pussy in one long deep thrust.

  “Oh God.” My words come out a whimper as I push and grind into Keith as he brushes the small rough patch at my inner front wall.

  “You feel so fucking good, baby,” Keith says in his baritone voice. “All these years of waiting, wondering, wishing, regretting … I’ll never let you go again. This pussy … it’s mine.” With a guttural groan, he shoves his steely erection into me as he growls my name just as I feel Jason working his way through the tight ring of muscle and sliding inside nearly balls deep.

  Oh, Jesus. Sweetest, sweetest Jesus.

  A moan and a whimper both rise up my throat as Jason reaches sectors of my body that have never been reached before. Sectors that are private, sensitive, full of nerves and muscle and fibers that aren’t meant to be infringed on. Sectors that I’ve never felt close enough or secure enough to let anyone explore. I’ve never felt like this. So full, so used, so needed, so submissive.

  It’s so good that emotional tears blur my vision.

  “Fuck. Jesus, sweetheart.” Jason slides out and right back in, his lips warm and soft against the back of my neck, my belly quivering with heat, and my body reacting just exactly the way I expected.

  Thrusting against Keith.

  Pushing into Jason.

  Leaning my head when Keith’s lips brush against my throat.

  Pressing into the pillow at each of Jason’s guttural moans and sweeps of his tongue against my nape.

  Greedy hands and warm lips are all over me, the sound of heaving breaths shooting tingles up and down my spine. My heart is convulsing, pounding at my chest, while waves of sex, sin, and lust slide through my body like razor-hot lightning as the two men I love take and expose and possess, both moving inside me with thrusts that aren’t painful, aren’t too hard, aren’t too rough, but moving with a precise, gentle rhythm that feels perfect and right and genuine.

  A whirlwind of different feelings and emotions force a well of unshed tears into my eyes as I submit with no uncertainty, no doubt, no envy, and only contentment, sureness, and deep trust. With my thighs shaking and my inner muscles quivering and clenching, Jason releases a choking sound in his chest and pulses deep, while Keith kisses my cervix over and over with the thick tip of his cock.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Keith rasps out. “I can feel the head of your cock, boy.” Keith kisses me long and deep—selfishly and possessively—then reaches over and does the same to Jason. He eats ruthlessly at his mouth while the three of us moan, pulse, clench, share, and fuck. There’s no me and Keith. No me and Jason. Just all of us as one, molding together flawlessly, ultimately, perfectly.

  Like we’re made for each other.

  Like we were born to be together.

  Like we’d die if we were separated.

  My body starts throbbing as the beginning of an orgasm shoots through my body like sparks of boiling fire when Keith releases Jason’s lips and squeezes at his throat. “Come in that sweet ass, boy. All three of us. Together. Right now.”

  Another rush of tears threatens as both men pump inside me like they’re splitting me into two pieces. Keith’s eyes glaze over with that familiar, beautiful and sinful lust, and I suddenly feel an urgency to also see the blue gaze
of Jason as he comes. To see if his eyes are dilated or if they’re squeezed shut or if they’re a darker shade of blue. “Jason’s eyes. First, I need to see his eyes. Please.”

  “I’m right here, sweetheart.” Jason turns my head just enough so that he can bend over and look into my eyes. Sparkling and swirling and churning, they’re of the sea, softer than I’ve ever seen them, full of fathomless deep passion and love, and I know that our souls are connected, just as with Keith. My lips part, and he’s there, right where I need him, licking into my mouth with a kiss that’s fiery and heated, his hand falling over my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, and his gaze speaking a whole lifetime of unspoken words. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ll never stop.

  When I feel a hand pinch at my nipple, my lips leave Jason, and I’m instantly crying out in pleasure as Keith’s heavy breath utters against my neck, “Now, baby girl. Give me your orgasm.”

  With my left arm wrapped over his hip for leverage, my fingertips dig deep into his flesh as my pelvis thrusts and grinds forward, while Jason pierces so deep inside me that I can feel the firm smoothness of his balls tightening against me. Two slabs of cock, hard and desperate and scorching, plunge in and out of both sides of me over and again, which has me spiraling into white lights and blinding nirvana as every last inch of my body convulses and quivers wildly, frantically, shooting warm ripples of heat through my pussy, my ass, my legs, and even my toes.

  “Holy fucking shit.” Jason shudders and pulls me tighter against him as he pulses hot spurts of semen inside the condom, which I swear I can feel, while Keith holds me like I’m the jaws of life, my name falling from his lips as he empties with heavy wrenching throbs. Cold and hot sweat slickens my back and my chest as both men quit quivering and relax against me.

  Dead silence lingers between the three of us for long minutes as we lie together the way we started, Keith staring into my eyes and Jason’s hot lips against my neck, all three of us worn and sated. There’s nothing but the sound of our breaths, the constant humming of the air conditioning, and the chirping of crickets from outside while we stay connected in what we all know is a life-altering experience between three people that have loved each other for nearly fifteen years.