When I get home, I change into something more comfortable – shorts and a tank top – and pull the place together a bit. I don’t have time for a good clean but I tidy up enough to host. I make sure my bedroom is neat as well, the sheets on the bed clean, the curtains drawn and the lamp on the bedside table already on.
I’m nervous. This can very easily go in the wrong direction and I’m scared that I will end up in the middle of a fight, the break between two very good friends. My stomach is a knot of nerves and my heart beats in my throat. I have no idea how controlled they will be when they see each other, knowing that they were tricked into being here together.
When men fight about a woman, all logic disappears. It’s an animalistic thing, dating back to the very start of existence. When a male wants a female, it becomes primal.
I don’t want that. I want them to be able to talk about everything, to sort it out, to save the relationships that have been created here.
A knock sounds on my door and I open it. Scott stands in front of me, smiling down at me.
“You’re early,” I say.
He nods. “I’m over eager.” He leans down and kisses me. The smell of his cologne is thick in the air and it makes me feel weak at the knees. His chin is freshly shaven and he looks good. He dressed up for this.
It makes me feel underdressed with my shorts.
Scott walks in and sits down on my couch. I sit down next to him. I consider telling him that Kevin is coming, too. I open my mouth, but just as I do another knock sounds at the door.
Scott frowns. “Are you expecting someone?”
“Actually, I am.”
I leave Scott in the living room, walking to the door.
“Hello, beautiful,” Kevin says when I open the door. He pulls me close for a tight hug and kisses me on the cheek.
“Come in,” I say. My chest is tight. This is it – the moment of truth.
Kevin walks into the living room.
“Oh,” he says, stopping dead when he sees Scott.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Scott asks and he is angry immediately. This is exactly what I expected from the two of them.
“I’m not going to stay if he’s going to be a part of it, babe,” Kevin says.
“Who are you calling babe?” Scott asks and his voice is threatening.
“Please, guys,” I say, physically putting myself between them, even though it hasn’t come to blows yet. “Don’t fight. I want the both of you here, together.”
Kevin hesitates. Scott looks furious. But they are both looking at me, focusing on what I’s saying and that’s a good start.
“We can’t do this,” Scott says. “I don’t want to do this. I love you. I want you.”
Kevin glares at Scott. He’s still standing, still looking like he would rather be aiming for the door.
“That’s the point. I love her. I want her.”
“Well, you can’t have her,” Scott says. He stands up and they are chest to chest. Scott is bigger than Kevin is – he isn’t much taller but he’s more muscular although they are equally defined. “She’s mine.”
“Yeah? I was with her first, asshole.”
Scott pushes his face right up against Kevin’s, so close that if the atmosphere isn’t so electric it would look like they are going to kiss.
“No!” I shout.
Scott turns his head to me, eyes angry. “If you won’t let me fight it out with him, then you choose.”
“Yeah,” Kevin says, turning to me. At least the fight is averted. “You choose.”
I shake my head. “Why does it have to be like this? Why can’t we just be the way we were?”
Scott frowns. “What do you mean? You want to be with both of us?”
I nod. Scott looks at Kevin before he shakes his head.
“I don’t think so,” he says.
“Yeah,” Kevin says. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”
I step closer to them. They are still almost chest to chest and with me this close, I can easily touch them both. I put my hand on each of their arms.
“It’s worked until now,” I say. “We have fantastic sex. And you guys are best friends. I’ve never seen two friends this close. Don’t let this, me, come between you.”
They’re both looking at me. Scott’s green eyes are still angry but it’s getting better. Kevin’s eyes are a deep blue, pensive. He’s considering it.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Scott says.
I put my hand on his chest and slowly slide it down. “It’s not hard, Scott,” I say. My hand slides over his stomach, tracing his hard muscle. I move lower, still, my hand going for his cock. He takes a deep breath and shudders when I touch him, already hard through his jeans.
When I look at Kevin he glares at Scott with jealousy.
I put my hand on his chest, as well, and do the same I did to Scott, slipping my hand over his body until it rests on his cock.
“This is how we do it.” I rub them both through their pants, both shafts hard through the thick material. Kevin glances at Scott but the anger is replaced by lust. His eyes are hungry when he looks at me again.
When I look at Scott I see the same in his face. He wants sex.
We all want sex, we all want each other, and that’s what I’m aiming for.
I lean into Kevin and kiss him, first. I do it because I touched Scott, first, but I’m sure not to let up on Scott when my lips are against Kevin’s and I open my mouth so Kevin can slide his tongue inside of me. Scott grinds himself against my hand, gripping my wrist and pushing himself against me.
I sigh into Kevin’s mouth.
When I break the kiss, I turn to Scott and kiss him, too. It’s deep and sensual. He is a lot more eager than Kevin, kissing me like he’ll never be able to kiss me again.
Kevin runs his hand up my arm and onto my shoulder. I shiver, his fingertips light on my bare skin. From my shoulder, he moves to my breast and cups it, massaging. I’m not sure if Scott is keeping an eye on Kevin, but he does the same, mirroring Kevin’s action. His hand is on my breast and the two of them massage my breasts, rubbing fingers over my hardening nipples as I take turns kissing them, rubbing their cocks.
It doesn’t take very long before someone tugs my shirt up and I let go of them to let them pull it off me. Kevin reaches for my shorts and unbuttons them and the two men work together to remove them, Scott lifting me up and Kevin pulling my shorts and my panties off. Scott takes care of my bra and in no time at all I’m naked in front of them.
The men both take off their shirts, undo their jeans and pull out their cocks. They are both thick and hard, eager.
I wrap my fingers around their naked cocks and the flesh is hot in my hands. Scott grips my wrist again and pumps himself up and down in my fist, his hard flesh thick under the smooth skin. The tip is wet with lust and it makes me hotter just looking at his cock.
Kevin turns toward me, pressing his body against me and rubbing himself up and down against my hip. It doesn’t take long before Scott makes a point of getting rid of his pants, too. When he’s naked, he palms his own flesh and jacks his hand up and down a couple of times, looking me in the eye while he does it. There is something so damn hot about a man handling his own sex. I don’t know what it is. Scott’s shoulders are large, his stomach tightens to reveal his six pack and he pumps that monster dick in his hand.
Kevin’s hand moves to my pussy and I shiver when he touches me. He kisses me again, fingering me and I am distracted, my attention taken away from Scott’s dick. Scott steps closer to me and puts a hand on my breast. He pinches my nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolls it back and forth. I moan as Kevin pays attention to my clit and Scott moves in to suck on my nipple. I’m so wet, so horny, I can barely contain it. Getting attention from two men at the same time will never get old, and these guys know exactly what they’re doing.
They are so incredibly tuned into my body, into what I need and how I feel. This is why I can’t ch
oose. I must be with them both. They are both amazing men, both fantastic in bed and they both care for me. I’m not sure if they will be completely happy with a threesome-like relationship, but we will talk about that later. After a couple of orgasms and dick filling every one of my holes, we can negotiate.
For the moment, I’m relieved they aren’t fighting, they both want me and they are both set on pleasuring me until I can’t take it anymore. The rest will come later.
Scott
This isn’t exactly how I would have liked it. I want Carly all to myself, there’s no doubt about that. She isn’t just fucking hot and good in bed – a good start for any woman – but she’s a great person. I want to get to know her better for who she is. I want to do non-sexual things with her, like movies or dinner. Or making a home.
With Kevin here, that picture doesn’t quite work out. But I can’t deny that a threesome is hot and that this – sex and love and all that entails – is great with him involved. He’s my best friend, he’s always been, and it will suck to lose him.
So, what if this works?
I don’t allow myself a hell of a lot of time to think about it. Carly is naked and so wet I can smell her scent. It makes me want to lose control, to ravage her. And she’s working fucking wonders with her hands on my body.
Yeah, I want her and I want her, hard.
When I can’t hold it anymore, I grab her wrist and pull her to me, away from Kevin. Yes, there’s still jealousy, a powerplay, at hand. I don’t care. I pull her against me, her breasts mashing against my chest, and I kiss her hard. I push my tongue into her mouth and she gasps. My hand goes to her tit and I tug at her nipple until she whimpers.
I spin her around and bend her over the armrest of the couch so that her ass points to me, splayed open. Her pussy is swollen and glistening.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I say, plunging my fingers into her pussy. She cries out. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” she replies in a breathy voice. It’s the first time she responds to me asking her that and I growl in a low voice. I shove my cock into her pussy and she cries out again.
Kevin watches me as I fuck Carly. He doesn’t look ecstatic about it, but the expression on his face slowly starts to ease. He watches as I pound into her, my cock disappearing into her folds, reappearing and disappearing again. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, laced by her cries.
I glance at Kevin again. His face is riddled with hunger, lips parted, hand moving furiously up and down his cock as he watches me fuck Carly. Yeah, I can do this. I can fuck her and have him watch, or watch him fuck her. We’ve always been good at sharing. If this thing works with the three of us, why the hell not?
The alternative is losing him and doing this with Carly alone. It will be great, of course – I had her alone at the club that one time and she as more than enough woman for one man. But Kevin’s my friend and this is good. We can do this.
I turn my attention back to what I’m doing, fucking Carly harder. Her body rocks back and forth, her voice forced out in gasps and moans as I fuck her. I run my hand up her back and down again, her ass round, cheeks firm under my palms.
Kevin moves to the couch, sitting down close enough to Carly so that her face is in his lap. He strokes her hair, pulling it together so that he holds her hair in a ponytail. There’s a lot you can do with a woman when you have her by the hair.
Kevin strokes her cheek with one hand, slowly guiding her toward his cock. Carly opens her mouth without complaining – a woman with an eager mouth is such a hot thing – and I know by Kevin’s groan that she’s taken him into her mouth.
Her head bobs up and down as she sucks him off, using the rocking motion I create with my dick to fuel her sucking. Kevin has her hair in a grip and he pushes her head down every time she sucks him in. Her body convulses and she males a gagging sound as she takes him into her throat. She bobs her head up and down, making strangling sounds, deep throating him while I fuck her.
It’s a sight to behold, her ass moving as I pound into her, her head bobbing up and down with Kevin’s hand in her hair and the sound of her sucking him off, moaning as we’re working ourselves into her.
I rub my hands up and down her body again, her skin smooth and hot under my fingers. I grab her ass, pull her cheeks apart, watched my cock slide in and out of her. Kevin glances at me and there’s no animosity left. We’re back in the motion, fucking the same girl, sharing. This is what we’ve always done. I can’t count the amount of times we fucked together. This time, it’s the same woman, but we’re in the motion again and I like it.
I like being with my friend.
Carly’s moans get more intense and she breathes through her nose, sucking Kevin’s dick a little shallower than before. She’s close to an orgasm, her breathing erratic, her body convulsing around mine. She gets tighter and smaller and it makes me feel like a god I feel so big inside of her.
When she orgasms, her body shudders in a wave of pleasure, her walls clamping down around me. She lets go of Kevin’s dick to cry out, screaming as she comes.
I slow down while she comes, letting her ride it out.
When she calms down, she’s tight – tighter than usual.
It just makes me want to take her again.
I pull out of her and she cries out. When I help her up, she’s a little wobbly on her feet but that’s okay. I’ll keep her up. I push her against the wall, lifting her legs so I hold her up. I push into her again and she cries out.
She wraps her legs around my waist and I thrust into her.
“God, you’re so tight,” I growl. She answers with more cries when I fuck her like that, pinned against the wall. I don’t know where Kevin is. I don’t really care, not right now. I want to fuck her as hard as I can, come inside of her, claiming her as my own. Sure, Kevin and I are friends but a very carnal, selfish part of me doesn’t want to share.
I fuck her like this for a while. Kevin clears his throat and I must do something or it will get ugly again.
So, reluctantly, I put her down.
Kevin holds out his hand and I clap my palm against his like a kind of high-five. We are in it together. It makes me feel better. He isn’t taking her from me, he’s taking her with me.
Kevin pushes Carly against the wall the same way I did but he doesn’t hold her up completely. He pulls one leg up, letting her hold up her own weight with the other leg before he pushes into her. Her arms are around his neck. She kisses him as he pushes into her and she moans into his mouth.
I watch him as he fucks her. I swallow my jealousy. We’re going to do this. If it doesn’t work, we can do something else, call it off, but I have try, first.
Kevin
I have to give her a break. She’s struggling to keep herself up. She already orgasmed once and we’re pounding in to her something fierce. I love fucking her, though.
I pull out of her and Carly gasps, letting down her leg. She is breathing hard.
“Come to the bedroom,” she says in a breathy voice.
I nod and follow her. Scott comes, too. He’s fucking her quite aggressively today. I have a feeling it’s about possession – he’s a lot more alpha male than I m and I don’t get the feeling he wants to share. But he’s being a good sport, letting me have my turns when it comes to it.
He's a good friend. We’ve always gotten along, even if sometimes we get stuck a little. We can figure this out I’m sure. I want to do this with him, both date her, if it’s what Carly wants. She isn’t going to choose between us, that’s clear. And even though I’d have preferred her all to myself – what man wouldn’t want that? – I’m happy that I wouldn’t lose Scott.
I don’t know what the future will hold, but I know that is where we are at, now.
The bedroom is ready for us. It’s clear that Carly planned this. The light is dim, the curtains drawn and I think about sex, sex, sex when I walk in. Carly crawls onto the bed, her ass moving side to side, br
easts amazingly large and perky. She lies back on the pillows. Scott and I stand side by side, dicks hard, bodies eager, watching her. We’ve been here, standing next to each other, watching her, before.
Carly makes eye contact with me, her large eyes drowning deep. She spreads her legs, her pussy bare and swollen and glistening with her and our sex combined. She’s so damn hot it takes every ounce of self-control not to get onto the bed with her and take her again. But I know what she’s doing.
She’s going to give us a show. For that, I’ll wait.
Scott’s thinking the same thing, by the looks of it. I can almost feel the sexual energy come off him but he controls himself and stays on the spot, too.
Carly leans over and pulls open the drawer in the nightstand. She retrieves a toy – purple, silicon and vibrating when she pushes a button. It’s curved, with a protruding nub at the front and it’s not hard to guess what she’s going to do with it.
She pushes the button on the side a few times, the sound of the vibration changing, before she presses it against her clit.
She cries out, arching her back, moving her hips as the pulses flow through her body. Her face is contorted and her free hand goes to her breast. We watch her writhe on the bed at the mercy of her own pleasure.
For a while she strokes her clit with the toy, gasping, moaning, curling on the bed. Her moaning and gasping changes and she’s getting closer. She’s going to bring herself to orgasm.
Instead of pushing herself over the edge, she pushes the thick part of the toy into her body. She gasps as the toy vibrates inside of her now. The nub is on her clit and she pump the toy in and out of her pussy, bringing herself to the very edge. She tugs at her breast, so hard it has to hurt, but her cries are of pleasure, not pain.
Scott shuffles his weight from one foot to the other next to me. He’s struggling to hold back. I feel his pain.
“That’s enough,” Scott says and marches to the bed, his dick bobbing as he walks. “You’re just about torturing me to death, kitten.”
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