by Everly Lucas
I give his back a few half-hearted slaps. “They’re in Ben’s pocket, you brute.” My insult might sting a bit more if I weren’t writhing on his shoulder, trying to force his finger to search a little deeper. If he keeps this up much longer, he’ll find another orgasm in there.
“Andy, stop molesting her and get her inside,” Ben says, my keys jingling in his hands.
I’m carried down the half-flight of stairs to my apartment. As soon as the door swings open and they step into my living room, Ben shouts “Fuck!” and I get an “Oh, hell no,” from Andy.
Back on my feet, I spread my arms wide, presenting my tiny palace. “Welcome home, boys.”
“Jesus, Claire. And here I thought the whole no-AC thing was just an excuse and you were spending all those weekends with me because you liked me,” Ben says, trying to sound wounded. “All along, you really were just desperate to get away from this.” He looks around my apartment with absolute disdain. It gets that same look from me daily.
I balance myself with one hand on the counter that separates the living room from the kitchen and step out of my heels. “Well, we could always call that limo back here. Get it to take us to your house, where the air is nice and cool.” Looking back and forth between my guys’ disappointed faces, I reach for the hem of my dress, peel it off my sweat-sticky body, and toss it on the couch. “But seeing as how I’m already naked…”
My g-string is next. With a quick tug, it falls to the floor, and I kick the useless undergarment aside.
“No.” Ben clears his throat. “No, this works.”
Next to him, Andy’s busy stripping down to just his— “Oh my God. You really do own Superman briefs!”
He does his best hero pose—standing tall and proud, fists on his hips, and showing off his superhuman physique in a surprisingly sexy way. How does such a majestic mountain of muscle manage to look so freaking adorable?
“You look much better in those than I ever could. Trust me.” He certainly fills them out better. I swallow hard, looking at the monster tenting the red, blue, and yellow cotton.
For some reason, we’re still lingering in the living room, when I need these two men in my bed. Like, right now.
Without another word, I bite my lip and walk the few steps into my bedroom. As I bend to turn on the small lamp on my nightstand, a pair of large hands massage their way up my back, on either side of my spine, and a hot, hard, naked cock grazes the sensitive skin between my thighs.
I haven’t felt that in so long. Even longer since I wanted to feel it. But, holy fuck, do I want to feel it now.
I spin around and face Ben. Somehow, I knew it would be him. His touch is softer, slower. Not careful, but…savoring. One of his tender hands cradles my face, and I rest my cheek against it, staring into his warm, green eyes. Those eyes are pure comfort. They’re home.
“This only goes as far as you want it to. If it gets to be too much, say the word and we’ll stop.”
Fuck that noise. I want to experience everything with my guys. All the ways they can show me their love and all the ways I can love them back.
“Nothing you two want from me, nothing you do to me, will ever be too much.” With my lips just shy of touching his, I trail a finger down the center of his chest and stomach…and a little further, taking him in my hand. “Do your worst.”
Without warning, Ben hoists me off the ground, with his hands on my ass and his tongue in my mouth. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I feel the head of his cock teasing my sex. I want so badly to lower myself onto it, to feel it stretching me open around it. But Ben has other ideas.
He lays me across the bed and climbs over me, trailing kisses from my neck to my breasts. His soft lips close around one of my nipples, and the gentle suction has my back arching to feed him more of me.
On my left, I feel the mattress dip a second before Andy’s mouth claims mine. I open for him, needing to taste his tongue on my own. Needing to feel this hungry part of him inside me again. Still locked in our kiss, his hand travels down my body to my inner thigh and spreads my legs farther apart. I whimper when Ben leaves me to stand on the floor. He was on top of me, and now he’s not. This is unforgivable.
Grabbing both my ankles, he drags me closer to him, until my ass is at the edge of the mattress and my legs dangle over the side. I’m ripped from Andy’s mouth, but I know what’s coming next, and it has me in an almost embarrassing state of excitement.
Ben kneels before me, massaging my calves, my thighs, my hips. He spreads my knees as far as they can possibly be spread, and I rest my heels on the bed frame. He still hasn’t touched me where I’m dying to be touched, but I’m already clawing at the sheets in anticipation.
His thumbs stroke my inner folds. The feeling is so intense, I think I might cry.
“Fuck, Claire. You’re so wet.”
I want to say something breathy and sexy, but all I can manage is a strangled squeak because that’s when the gates of Heaven open and a chorus of angels sing Jeff Buckley’s cover of Hallelujah.
Ben’s tongue touches my pussy for the first time, lapping up my liquid arousal and taking in every drop I’ve spilled for him and Andy tonight. He erases the memory of every other tongue that’s ever tasted me. They don’t exist—never did. Nothing from my past compares to the way Ben makes love to me with his mouth.
“What did you think would happen when you…” I moan as the tip of his gifted tongue circles just outside my opening, “made me come at the club, and…and, oh God, you both feel so fucking good.”
Ben chuckles, little puffs of air tickling my hot flesh before he plunges his stiffened tongue as deep as it can go.
“You think we feel good, Peach?”
I can only nod emphatically in response to Andy’s silly question. He palms my tits while my pelvis rocks, grinding on Ben’s highly skilled mouth. I turn my head to get a better look at Andy’s beautiful skin, his muscles slick with sweat…and his raging hard-on, just inches from my face. Releasing my grip on the sheet, I take him in my hand, loving how hot he is on my palm, like a poker straight out of the fire. I pump him, each stroke bringing him closer to my mouth.
When my lips wrap around the crown, he grunts and gives my breasts a rough squeeze. Even the man’s hands are super strong. But the pain just intensifies my pleasure, making my hips buck harder. Ben grabs them to hold me still and goes to work on my pulsing clit.
Andy swings his leg over me, straddling my chest, and I grab his tight ass to make it clear he can use my mouth the way he wants. That he shouldn’t go gentle on me. His cock is as thick as a tree trunk—no wonder he’s so damn confident—so I can’t take in much. Plus, you know, it’s been a while. But what I’m able to manage is enough for him throw his head back and groan.
Yep, still got it. And I plan to give it all to them.
Ben sucks just as hard on my clit, forcing all the blood in my body to flow directly to the focal point of my pleasure. When I feel him drive two long fingers into my core, I explode with my second orgasm of the night. Andy pulls his dick from my mouth to set my scream free, and they both get to hear how fucking much they affect me.
With Ben still licking up drops of my honey, I laugh at the ceiling.
Andy looks amused as he pets my hair. “You losin’ it, babe? Or is this somethin’ you always do when you come?”
“Not normally, no.”
I’ve just managed to calm down, when a thought occurs to me, setting off another round of hysterics. I try to point upward, but the man between my legs must’ve sucked out all my strength, because my arm just flops back to the bed.
“My ceiling is thin. I hope my asshole neighbors got an earful of that.”
Ben stands and smiles that rakish smile I can’t get enough of, now that I’ve seen it. “I hope they have earplugs, because we are nowhere near done with you, yet.”
Oh, yes. More, please. All the mores in the world. Right now.
Andy grabs me under my arms, manhandling me and turning
me so my head rests on a pillow. Then he shifts back to kneel at the foot of the bed, stroking himself. Sweat coats his skin and drips down the center of his chest and between the deep ridges of his abs.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. The artist is, himself, a work of art.
Okay, now I’m giggling again.
He watches his friend crawl up my body and fit himself where I need him most—where I’ve wanted Ben since before I could even admit it to myself. Supporting his weight with one hand, he brushes damp strands of hair off my forehead with the other. The combination of heat and humidity is like a fourth person in the room, watching us and feeding our lust. Every inch of our bodies is wet—especially wherever they come into contact with each other. Where his long shaft glides through my folds is the wettest of all.
His face is tense with restraint—restraint I never want to see on him again. “Are you ready for this?”
He’s kidding, right? “Ben, I would’ve let you fuck me in the middle of the club. That’s how ready I am for this.”
My need for him is unbearable, and I am so done with the buildup. I reach between our bodies to grasp his cock and line it up with the entrance to my sex. No more waiting. No more words. Well, except…
“I love you.”
His eyes widen and shine like fire, and our lips crash together as he eases into me. I mewl into his mouth once I’m filled with every burning hot inch of him. When he takes his time pulling out and pushing back in, it hits me—this is what making love feels like. Total trust. A total connection. This is what I’ve been missing all these years. This is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life.
My heart swells with happiness.
His thrusts build up speed and power. I want it all and more—so much more—and Ben delivers in a big way. When his tongue leaves my mouth to feast on my neck, soulful brown eyes lock on mine from all the way at the other end of the bed. My craving for Andy is as strong as my craving for the man rutting into me like a pro, and I can’t stand him being so far away.
I crook a languid finger at him, licking my swollen lips. “Come closer.”
Not only does Ben not break stride, he fucks me even harder. As Andy closes the distance between us, Ben sits back on his heels, making room for his friend. He lifts my ass off the bed, startling me with how much deeper he’s able to reach in this new position.
My fingers twine with silky, dark hair and pull Andy’s full lips to mine. His kisses don’t start soft and build—they’re intense from the get-go and quickly become all-consuming. He gave me a taste of this last week when we kissed in the rain, but now he’s holding nothing back.
With one final thrust, Ben pulls out of me, leaving me empty and begging to be filled. He rolls to my unoccupied side and turns me to face the other hard body in my bed. Sliding his hand down my right thigh, he drapes it over Andy, opening me to his friend.
Without hesitation, Andy drives into me, impaling me on his throbbing erection. He fucks just like he kisses, and I have to grab onto the wrought iron headboard to avoid being pounded right into it.
My other hand finds Ben’s lean muscled body behind me and urges him closer. Only when his shaft nestles in the cleft of my ass do I feel fully satisfied. I’m surrounded by the two men I love, the heat of our bodies and the stifling air in the room fusing us together, making us one. The connection is as overwhelming as it is perfect.
Andy is merciless as he fucks me up to the precipice and slams me right off the edge. My mouth opens, but my screams are soundless this time, what with the wind having been knocked out of me by Andy’s beast of a cock.
“Fuck!” he yells as he pulls out of me. Ben’s inside me before I can blink, drawing out the rest of my orgasm and feeling it for himself. Andy grabs my hair at the scalp and takes my mouth in a scalding kiss that ends too soon. “No way am I ready to come, yet, babe.”
“Good. I want more.”
I lift myself up on jelly-like limbs, letting Ben’s dick slide out. Turning to him, I push him to his back, straddle his hips, and lower myself onto him. He’s so much deeper this way, the tip of him reaching a spot inside me that would hurt like a bitch if it didn’t feel so fucking good.
I press my chest to Ben’s, and we hold on to each other for dear life as he thrusts up into me. His hands fight for purchase on my slick back, and I suck and nibble the salty skin at his neck. When I pull back, I throw a heated look at Andy and sit up enough for Ben to slip from me. I arch my back, and Andy gets the not-so-subtle hint, situating himself between Ben’s thighs to take his spot behind me as he plunges back in.
He jackhammers my pussy like the powerful creature he is. I’m going to be sore for days, but every time it hurts, I’ll remember this moment and want to fuck him all over again. And then I will, because I can.
I feel he’s getting close, the way his dick swells and throbs, and I clench around him, wanting so badly to feel his release. But for being such an animal, the man has amazing control, pulling out before he reaches the point of no return.
I have a moment of panic when he grabs his friend’s cock and guides me to it. I watch Ben’s face for any signs of freaking out, but he just holds me and kisses the shit out of me. After a few minutes, I pull back to see his eyes glaze over before he squeezes them shut. This time, it’s Ben who’s about to blow. This time, I won’t stop until I get exactly what I want.
I lean back against Andy’s sweat-drenched chest, and he grabs on tight to both my breasts as I ride Ben for all he’s worth. Within seconds, Ben grabs my waist and holds me down as he thrusts up. His muscles tense, and he growls as he comes. I can feel each pulse, and it ignites my own violent climax.
Once Ben is finished, he pulls out, and Andy pushes on my back, bending me over and sliding easily back into me. His fingers clamp onto my bruised hips as he slams against my ass, every thrust sounding like the crack of a whip. He’s absolutely brutal about it. My backside will end up black and blue, but there’s no possible way I can give a fuck right now.
One last forceful drive has him falling forward onto his hands and knees. His cock erupts inside me, pumping away until he’s fully drained and satisfied. He collapses on top of me, sandwiching me between two soaked and spent male bodies, all three of our chests rising and falling in an effort to catch our breath.
This is, without a doubt, the greatest night of my life. Granted, it doesn’t have a lot of competition—yet.
As Andy rolls off me and onto his back, Ben grabs my face and kisses me with the passion of a man ready to go another round. I feel his half-hard cock jerk against my stomach, and I laugh into his mouth. Then it’s my turn to roll onto my back. Round two will have to wait—my pussy needs a nap.
I’m euphoric, satisfied beyond belief, and I can’t stop giggling.
Okay, so maybe this is a thing I do when I come, now that I feel free enough to do it.
“Was that as good for you guys as it was for me?” My smile is now a permanent fixture on my face. If they say no, I don’t think I’ll have the energy to care.
“Best fuck of my life, babe.”
Ben’s hand glides over my slippery stomach to cup me between my legs. I’m a little messy down there, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I had no idea it could be like that.” His own smile takes over his face. “I love you so much, Claire.”
“Me too, Peach,” Andy says. Both men face me, their hands never leaving my body. “I love the shit out of you.”
“I love you, too.” I kiss one set of lips and then the other. “But you know what I don’t love? These nasty sheets.” Because, seriously, ew. “I’d love to rest, but…can we please get up now?”
The guys grumble and try to seduce me into staying in bed, but I’m all leaky and in need of a shower. Once we’re upright and I get a fantastic, full-frontal look at them, I have a silent debate about whether or not I’m physically capable of fucking them again. Then I look back at the sheets, and…ew.
My shower is too small to hold more than one pers
on at a time, so we take turns rinsing off under cold water. Ben and Andy get dressed, and I slip into sleep shorts and a tank top and go about stripping the bed to put on fresh sheets. The guys both look at me, confused.
“What?”
“Pack a bag, little girl,” Ben orders, giving my ass a good spank. “There’s no way we’re staying here.”
Andy’s already rifling through my drawers and pulling out random articles of clothing—mostly underwear. When he comes across the blue one-piece bathing suit I wore that day at the park, he holds it up. “This one’s definitely comin’ with us.”
I snatch it from him and go in search of my bag.
Apparently, I’m going home with the loves of my life, who also happen to be the sexiest men on the planet—not to mention the best lovers I’ve ever had.
Life can be so unfair, am I right?
We heave a collective sigh of relief when we arrive at their house and feel the sweet, sweet conditioned air. Or should I say, when we arrive at our house. The guys let me know this on the car ride over—earning us a shocked gasp from our Lyft driver. I didn’t get a say in the matter, but that’s okay. My say would’ve been along the lines of, “Hell, yes.”
Ben’s unassailable reasoning for my move was, “Loving two men takes double the time it would to love just one. And since we’re never again setting foot in that steam room you call home, you’ll have to spend all your time at ours.”
If it means getting to spend every day and night with the men who taught me the definition of love, you’ll get no arguments from me.
We stumble into Ben’s bedroom, shedding our clothes along the way, and collapse onto his pristine white comforter. He and Andy take turns making love to me again. The desperation of our first time has been sated. We make love through the night, getting up close and intimate with every inch of each other’s bodies—mine with theirs, and they with mine—savoring and committing to memory every second of being locked together.
While Ben’s inside me, Andy watches and fists his cock, priming himself for me. When Andy fucks me, Ben caresses my skin and watches my face when I come apart.
