by Terry Towers
I wasn’t sure whether his words were bullshit that he said to every woman or not, but it didn’t matter. They worked. His words and the way his hands slid to my breasts, cupping and kneading them, overshadowed any type of reservation I had left in me.
“How do you want us, sweetie?” The new voice interrupted our moment, and I yelped, immediately calming as I remembered who I was with and where we were. I know this may sound odd, but my head was spinning, my body on high alert, and my senses felt overwhelmed. It was like I was on a sexual high.
How did I want them? What in the hell did that mean? I stared at him blankly, feeling like an idiot, but the intoxication of the moment was keeping my mind blurry. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He smiled. “I mean,” he walked to me and stopped between my legs. He crouched down and kissed my inner thigh, close to the knee. “You’re the boss.” He kissed me again, and again, each kiss coming a little closer to the apex between my legs. I shivered, the shiver racing through my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I was so focused on Xander and his progression up my inner thigh that I’d almost forgotten about Mitchell. How in the hell I could have forgotten the man who was attached to the penis pressing at my back was beyond me, but I had. However, the feel of his lips on my neck again brought him to the front and center of my consciousness.
I moaned, my eyes closing and my head falling back against his shoulder. “I don’t care.”
“Choose.” Mitchell said softly, grasping my chin in his hand and tilting my head back and up so his lips met mine.
“It doesn’t matter.” And it really didn’t, I just needed them. Xander’s lips had made it to the apex between my legs. Oh dear god, the sweet torture.
“Then I’ll give Xander your ass,” Mitchell said. “I’m too fucking worked up to be gentle with you.”
The thought of me turning him on was exhilarating.
“Come to me, baby.” Before I could even react, Xander had stood and was pulling me up and into his arms. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I secured my legs around his waist. Without giving it any thought, my lips were on Xander’s. He tasted of mint with a very light hint of beer. Whereas Mitchell had the faint scent of musk, Xander had a smell of a pine-scented soap. I heard the faint sound of what I assumed to be a condom wrapper being opened behind me, but I was too occupied to care and confirm it.
“I’m ready,” came Mitchell’s voice from behind me.
“Ready, baby?” Xander said. He pulled his lips from mine and looked me dead in the eyes, seeking confirmation. I nodded eagerly. The rush of what I was about to do was hitting me. I’d wanted to experience this for years, and now I finally was, with two of the sexiest men I’d ever met.
“Yesss.”
He set me down on my feet and slowly spun me around, keeping his arms around my waist while nuzzling my neck. Mitchell was spread out on the bed, his cock pointing straight up. I’d been right, his dick was sheathed in a condom and ready for me.
“Go to him.” Xander gave me a kiss on the shoulder before nudging me forward. The self-consciousness hit me again. I had Mitchell watching me intently from the bed, and I knew Xander’s eyes were at my back. Every inch of me was exposed to the two men’s eyes.
As if sensing my unease, Mitchell gave me a reassuring smile and motioned with his index finger for me to go to him. “I don’t bite, Love.”
“Liar,” I teased, relaxing a bit as I climbed onto the bed and to him.
He chuckled, his smile becoming relaxed. “Straddle me.” Doing as told, I slid my leg over his waist and positioned myself onto his groin, his dick peeking out from between my legs. Chewing at my lower lip, I looked down at the head of his dick. “Take it.”
Placing my hands on his chest, my fingers spayed and caressing the hard, toned muscle, I lifted up and angled myself so that his dick at pressed at my entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him. As he began to breach my entrance, I released the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Mitch.” He filled me. He filled me so damned good that I felt like I was going to be ripped in two as I took him in to the hilt. I took a moment to savour the feel of him, leaning back just enough to the head of his dick pressed against my G-spot, making me shudder.
Looking down at him, I saw his smile reappear. “I’m at your service.”
Again, my mind forgot about Xander as I began to move on Mitchell, grinding against him as I moved my hips in a circular motion, taking everything I wanted and needed from him. Damn, his dick was hitting me so perfectly, every rotation of my hips sending a spear of pleasure through me. Up and down, over and over, my breasts bouncing with every movement. I took from him, indulging in unrestrained pleasure as he watched me with that sexy grin you could die for, his hips bucking up to meet my downward motion.
It wasn’t until I felt Xander’s lips on the back of my neck and his hands on my hips, helping to steady me, that I remembered him. And damn, I was grateful for his hands keeping me steady, because as like a hiker climbing Mt. Everest, the higher I got, the harder it was to focus, to breathe, to move. But Xander was there, helping me, supporting me. I was there, so damned close. My body was vibrating so badly my teeth were chattering.
And then I was there, that blessed moment. A loud moan escaped me as I released over Mitchell’s dick. But neither man was ready to let me relax. Grabbing my forearms, Mitchell pulled me down onto him. I was grateful, because I don’t think I would have had the energy to stand sitting upright anyhow.
Grabbing my chin, he urged my lips to his. His soft lips teased mine, so sweet and gentle. I sighed. I was getting the intense urge to fall asleep in his arms, and had this been a different situation, I would have happily done so with him still deep inside of me.
The click of the top of a bottle of something followed by the cool feel of lube snapped me back to reality. I panicked for a moment pulling my lips from Mitchell’s.
“It’s okay, Love.” He touched the side of my face and then slipped his hand to the back of my head, pulling my lips back down to his. “We go as fast or slow as you want. You’re in control.”
His voice soothed me and I moaned softly, moving against Xander’s fingers. Once lubed, Xander gently tested my back entrance. I moved back against him. “Yesss,” the word hissed through my teeth. “Please.”
He pressed his finger further, past the tight ring of muscle guarding my bottom and into me. “Don’t clinch, I don’t want to hurt you.”
My body tensed. I took a deep breath in, closed my eyes, and forced myself to relax. Xander added a second finger to the first, stretching me further. Again, I tensed, and again I forced myself to relax. As he began to slowly pump my back entrance the feeling of it being foreign subsided, to be replaced with the need to have his dick where his fingers were.
“Xander. Oh, Xander.” I lowered my forehead to Mitchell’s shoulder and began to move back against Xander and Mitchell.
“Soon, baby.” I felt him stretching me further. I wanted more… Needed more.
“Now.” I bit into Mitchell’s shoulder as I groaned out the command.
After another minute of teasing my ass he obliged, removing his fingers from me and replacing them with the head of his dick. The need was so intense within me, I bucked back against him, attempting to impale myself on his shaft, but he refused to allow me, to my frustration, pulling back as I attempted press him into me.
“Gently.” Xander coached, his hands on my hips as he pressed himself to my back entrance again.
“I’m here. Focus on me.” Mitchell redirected my attention, placing a hand to the back of my head and forcing my lips to his. As our lips met, Xander began pressing into me, pressing past the rim of muscle, ripping me.
It hurt. Fuck, it hurt. I attempted to cry out in pain, but the cry was muffled my Mitchell’s lips.
Slowly, Xander pressed in further, until he was in — fully and completely.
I felt
like I was going to be torn in half. We all remained still, the men giving me time to adjust. Xander leaned over me, kissing the back of my neck, the heat of his body combined with Mitchell’s below, cocooning me in the warmth of the men and their musk.
“Are you all right?” Mitchell asked, breaking the silence.
There were tears in my eyes, but I nodded. He moved slowly in me, and the pain began to give way to pleasure. Taking Mitchell’s lead, Xander also began to move in me. The need within me rose until the pain was forgotten, and I was once more swept up in a tidal wave of pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I felt like a goddess, worshipped and adored by these two beautiful men. The fact that they were being paid to make me feel this way didn’t even register in my mind.
Somehow, along the way, I began to take over, and the men followed my lead. My speed began to increase, and I soon felt a frantic need for another orgasm. I began kissing the side of Mitchell’s neck, the kisses becoming more frantic and mixed with small bites each time a spike of pleasure raced through me.
“Fuck baby, keep it up, and you’re going to make me cum.” Mitchell growled out.
I kissed him, hard, my lips claiming his. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel his cock pulse and explode within me. I wanted it as much if not more than I wanted to come myself.
“Your virgin ass. Damn,” Xander said in my ear before running a string of kisses across my back.
“Yes, yes, yesss!” I cried out, pulling my lips from Mitchell’s. I was so close. Almost there. Oh God, my body was trembling, threatening to give out on me before I could finish.
The pleasure was becoming too intense. Damn, I didn’t think I could take any more. And then I was there, I had reached the summit and found myself topping over into an abyss of sheer bliss as I came.
Mitchell groaned below me and thrust up hard into my core as I felt his dick pulse and then burst within me.
“Damnit, guys!” The shaft within my back entrance slammed into me a final time.
Feeling Xander tremble over me sent me spiralling again, but this time, the pulses of pleasure refused to let up. Multiple orgasms overtook me, over and over. I wanted it to end, but never wanted it to stop. I collapsed onto Mitchell, spent. The tremors had stopped, but the need didn’t. I’d never felt so needy for more, but I didn’t have another ounce of energy left in me. All I wanted was to close my eyes and fall to sleep in the arms of these amazing men.
But that wasn’t how this was going to end. I didn’t belong to these men. They were rented, and now that Xander was gently pulling out of me, our threesome disbanding, the reality came crashing down on me.
Chapter 4
Mitchell
“So what’s her deal, anyhow?”
“Huh?” I looked up from the screen of my phone to see Xander standing in the doorway of my room at the club.
“The chick we had the three-way with. How do you know her?”
Glancing down at the screen of my phone again—I’d been scrolling through her list of books on Amazon and discovered she had quite a few ménage novels—I exited the website and shut off the phone. Admittedly, I’d been dying to read one and discover all the dirty little things that went through her mind. She was such a sweet, shy woman when I’d met her on the plane. It never would have occurred to me then that she’d be such a little sex pot. But then again, a lot of the women who came through the doors of the brothel weren’t the types you’d expect to see. Most were strong, powerful career women who wanted a night with a man whose only focus was to pleasure her.
“Mitch, man. What the fuck?”
Xander snapped me from my thoughts, and I looked back up at him and gave him a lazy smile. “Sorry. Umm. Yeah, she was sitting next to me on the plane back from New York.”
“Oh, she’s the author chick.”
“Yeah.”
“You must have made some impression on her for her to come searching you out.”
“She didn’t know I worked here. Hell, she didn’t know what I did for a living—not exactly normal conversation material outside the country, ya know.”
“Suppose. But in a way, sex is her business as well.”
“Not exactly.” I smiled “You wouldn’t believe how nervous she was when I first brought her back here. Took me a little bit to calm her down.”
Xander leaned back against the wall and crossed one ankle over the over. “She coming back?”
“Didn’t say. She’d said her intention was to discover how it felt to be with two men. She’s experienced it, so she has no need to.”
“She seemed to have enjoyed herself.”
That she did. My grin widened. In my mind, I could still hear her moans and the way she clung to me when Xander entered her, begging me softly to have it stop, just to turn around and beg to never stop fucking her. “Yeah, but, she’s her, and we’re us.” And the idea left me with a sinking feeling. I’d been living this type of life for too many years, and it has left a huge, gaping hole in my life. Each time I was with someone, that hole seemed to widen, deepen. It was becoming so massive that I was afraid it would eventually consume me. Sex was a business. Making love didn’t exist for me. There was no specialness in the activity. I fucked so much that even with having a high sex drive like I did, it was too much.
“What does that mean?”
“It means no decent woman would want either of us. Not for anything serious, anyhow.”
“It’s not forever.”
“I know. But I’m not sure how much more I have left in me, man.”
“We get paid to fuck.” He shrugged. “There’s worse jobs out there.”
“Yeah?” I cocked a brow at him waiting for him to elaborate. He didn’t, and none came to mind. This job was soul-sucking, but fuck, it paid well, and I needed money. We both did. We’d never achieve our dreams of leaving this place if we didn’t.
“We’re paying our dues, man. Paying our dues. Like I said, it’s not forever.” Xander pushed himself off of the wall and jerked his thumb towards the hallway. “Come on. Let’s get to work.”
I had no interest in working right now. I was done for the night.
~*~ TT ~*~
Monica
This looked quaint. After taking a tour of the Heineken brewery, which included a little ride where the tourists “became the hops” as it was being processed, I decided I was famished. My hotel was close to an hour walk from my location and while it would be an enjoyable walk, exploring as I went, I was starving and needed nourishment—immediately. I found it in a little café that looked like it would fit the bill quite perfectly.
Making my way to the back of the restaurant, I took a seat and waited to be served as I surveyed my surroundings. My eyes reached the front entrance, and I froze in my seat as my stare locked onto Mitchell’s. Oh my god. I could feel my cheeks immediately begin to heat up and my pussy clench. While a part of me hoped he’d just turn around and walk back out the door, the other part silently prayed he’d notice me and come over.
Flashes of the previous night bombarded me. Me. Him. Xander. His hands exploring my body. Him between my legs, devouring me. Me sandwiched between two of the sexiest men that I’d ever met. I broke eye contact and looked down at the paper menu that doubled as a place mat, pretending to be immersed in it. Turn around, turn around, turn around. Walk away.
I could feel him watching me and sensed him approaching. He wouldn’t be considering sitting with me, would he?
“Is this seat taken?”
Just suck it up. You’re making more of a deal out of this then needs to be. Last night was nothing to him. You’re the one being weird, I silently scolded myself.
“Monica?”
My head jerked upwards, and I gave him a hesitant smile. “Oh. Hi.” I stammered a moment and waved towards the chair opposite me that he’d already pulled out. “No. Of course not. Please.” I watched as he sat down, shifting uncomfortably in my chair as flashes of the night before continued to bombard me.
“Did you have a fun day playing tourist?” he asked, his smile widening as his gaze landed on my plastic bag with the Heineken logo on it.
Damn, he was perfect, even his teeth were perfectly straight and white. “It was a good day.” Looking good is his job, I reminded myself.
“Are you feeling okay?”
I frowned. “Excuse me?”
“You know.” His gaze quickly lowered and then returned to meet my eyes, indicting he meant down below. “Most women are pretty sore after experiencing DP for the first time…”
“Stop.” I held my hand up, while looking around nervously, praying no one had heard our exchange. Jesus, like I wasn’t already embarrassed enough. He talked about it as though it were an everyday thing, no big deal. “It’s all fine down below, thanks for asking.” Liar!, a voice in the back of my head screamed. For some reason, I really didn’t want him knowing that I was as sore as hell from the previous evening. It felt like I’d been ripped in two between my legs. But damn, it had been well worth it.
