Is this how my friends feel when they wake in the morning?
She breathed deep, reveling in their combined scents mingled on her skin. She wasn’t normally the type for snuggling, being too hot-natured, but the room was cool and all their bare skin felt delicious snuggled against her. Her internal clock finally kicked in and when she shifted to slip out from between them, Beck grasped her, wrapping his forearm under her breasts to pull her down to the mattress again. In a gravelly, sleepy voice, he said, “Where do you think you’re going?” His stubble raised gooseflesh as he rubbed it against her shoulder and sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her, igniting heat between her thighs.
“Making coffee. I’ll bring you both a cup when it’s done.”
He released her. “Okay, but hurry back.” He caressed her ass as she crawled to the end of the bed. Patrick growled something and then rolled over but stayed in bed. She looked back and wondered again if it was real or was she dreaming. Both of the men she wanted most in the world wanting her, making love to her together. She grabbed Beck’s dress shirt from the pile of clothes on the chair and slipped into it, taking a second to breathe in his appealing scent as she left the room and stumbled through the dark house.
The kitchen faced the east so it was illuminated by the pale dawn light and she was thankful as she searched the cupboards for the coffee. She didn’t want to disrupt the dreamlike quality of the morning by turning on the bright overhead lights. She flexed her hands, working out some of the soreness from the full workload the day before.
A sighing exhalation and the slight sound of bare feet on the wooden floor signaled that one of them had joined her. She smiled when strong arms wrapped around her from behind as she filled the carafe with water from the tap. Beck’s scent filled her nostrils as she turned her head and buried her nose in his throat then placed a kiss there.
“I sure like the look of you in my shirt,” he murmured in a voice still scratchy with sleep as he lightly rested his chin on her shoulder and held her. He lifted the hand she’d been massaging and pressed a gentle kiss to the palm. A slow burn ignited deep inside her at his intimate embrace. He tightened his arms and kissed the sensitive spot at the base of her throat where it met her shoulder. She shivered a little and her nipples peaked in reaction.
He released her and took the full carafe from her, pouring the water into the coffee maker. She filled the filter with coffee and popped it into the machine before hitting the start button.
After rubbing her ass against his groin, she turned to face him. He leaned against her, pinning her to the counter so she could feel the rigid pole through the shirt and his snug knit boxers. She smiled as she rubbed against him, her pussy welling with moisture and heat as she recalled the intensity with which he’d fucked her the night before.
His cock had felt like a hot brand the first time, marking her as his. Later in the night, he’d awakened her with gentle kisses and then had slid into her while whispering to her of what a fool he’d been and how good she felt. He never said he loved her but she hadn’t expected it and wished she hadn’t said anything about it early in the evening. She’d felt cherished as he’d brought her to a sweet, burning climax.
When they’d finished, they realized Patrick had been lying there watching them, his cock stiff and hard, and Lucy hadn’t been able to resist reaching for him. She was sore that morning but it was a good kind of sore.
“I think I’m addicted to you,” Beck growled softly before nipping at her neck, sending pleasant shivers down her spine, as he tugged at the waistband of his boxers.
“Let me,” she murmured, taking him in hand and stroking his hot, thick shaft. “The coffee will take a few minutes to brew. Want to play?”
His sleepy smile as he unbuttoned the shirt she wore did funny things to the pit of her belly. “We’re going to wear you out if we’re not careful.”
“Nuh-uh. Come in the living room with me?” she asked as she tugged at his hand. She burst into giggles when he slung her over his shoulder, carried her there, and dumped her on the couch, her hair flying wild for a second before settling all around her on the cushions.
Beck knelt beside her and slid his fingers through her hair. “I’ve never told you how much I like your hair, have I?” It was a simple question but he seemed troubled by it. “I’ve never complimented you at all, until recently.” Lost in thought, he lifted a handful to his nose and inhaled. “Sweet. Like you.”
Lucy smirked. “Don’t convince yourself I’m all sweet, Beck. You’ll just be disappointed.”
Beck shook his head in denial. “I like that you know your own mind and that you don’t often sugarcoat things. I don’t care if you’re not always sweet and easy. You challenge me and expect better from me. I guess that’s good, too.” He grinned as he rubbed his balls. “Most of the time anyway.”
Lucy giggled again. “You’ll learn.”
Beck was more serious and contemplative than she wanted him to be this morning and she decided to take matters in hand. “Come sit with me. Let me take care of you and make all this adjusting you’re going to do worthwhile.”
She sat up and he joined her and said, “Lucy, if I ever did stuff that made you want to break everything off with me, you’d tell me before it got too bad, right?”
Lucy slipped to her knees and knelt on the floor in front of him. “What do you mean?” She didn’t like how serious he was being.
He reached out to touch her cheek, his expression serious. “Maybe Chloe left me because I was an asshole to her and she just couldn’t tell me that. I’d want to know if I was so bad I was running you off.”
She stroked the tops of his thighs, which were covered with a sparse layer of dark blond hairs. “Beck, you’ve never talked to me about her so I can’t say for sure. Yes, you’ve been a bit much on occasion. But lately, you’ve been mostly sweet to me. A little possessive at times but I don’t mind that. I’m possessive, too. What did she tell you when you talked to her?” She tried to censor any resentment she felt on his behalf from her tone when she spoke of his ex.
“She was calling to tell me she was engaged. When I told her…told her I still loved her, I could tell it was hard for her. She told me that I’d find the one that was meant for me.”
Right then, Lucy wanted that woman to be her. Her heart reached out to his. She wanted to make him forget the past.
“She told me I’d find my soul mate someday but at the time I didn’t want to listen.”
“That doesn’t sound like a woman who didn’t care about you, honey. She sounded like she was trying to make it better. Give you hope. I’ll be honest and tell you I don’t think too much of her for hurting you in the first place, but it doesn’t sound to me like she left because of the way you treated her. Where did she go when she left?”
“Lusty.”
“Lusty. That sounds famil—oh. That’s where Jayne and Toby wound up when they were kidnapped. I heard that’s a nice little town.”
“I suppose. I just don’t want to repeat the same mistakes.”
Lucy rose up on her knees so she could kiss him. “Tell you what. That’s the past. Let’s leave it there. It’s my turn now. Our turn. I think we’re off to a pretty good start.” A warm grin crossed Beck’s handsome face as she slid between his inner thighs, drawing closer to him. The front of his shirt parted, revealing her breasts to him, and the hairs on his legs tickled at her waist, sending currents of warm pleasure through her. “Now will you let me make you feel better?” She pulled at the waistband of his boxers.
He leaned forward, looking at her bare knees on the floor. “Only if you’ll put a throw pillow on the floor first. Your knees are going to hurt later. Patrick needs an area rug in here.” He lifted his hips as she pulled the boxers out of the way.
“Yeah, a nice thick one by the couch and maybe another one in front of the fireplace,” Patrick said in a sleepy voice from his place, leaning against the door frame. “Everything okay? I heard you talking…and gi
ggling.”
Lucy beckoned to him, wanting to kiss him good-morning. “I put the coffee on. It should be ready soon. How do you feel?”
Patrick came to her and leaned over for a kiss, a very satisfied look in his eyes. “Better than I have in forever. I sleep well when you’re beside me.”
The erotic tension in the room spiked as Patrick flopped down on the couch and eyed the two of them with interest. Beck sat in front of her, his cock hot and hard in her hand as she put his underwear aside. Patrick’s eyes glimmered with lust as he watched and said, “I see we’re getting the morning off to a good start.”
Beck growled affirmatively as she stroked him and he flexed his hips. She slid a fingernail lightly over his balls and he jumped. “That tickles, woman!”
“I noticed that about you,” she said before she leaned forward and licked the long hot length of his cock. “You’re ticklish.”
Beck let out a deep sigh and sweat shimmered on his forehead. “Don’t get any ideas. I know that look in your eyes,” he said, attempting to sound serious but not really succeeding, groaning as she licked him again.
Lucy enjoyed his utter maleness, the way he held his big cock for her attention, the way he growled in the back of his throat as she continued to tease him. A seductive thrill whispered inside her as a drop of his pre-cum glistened at the head and she swiped it off with a flick of her tongue, making a happy sound. His eyes rolled back in head and she giggled and said, “Who knows? Next time you misbehave I might tie you to the bed while you’re asleep and wake you up with a feather.” She bent down to lave his balls, enjoying his sexy, musky scent.
“That ain’t funny, honey, oh—fuck, that feels good.” He leaned back and closed his eyes, arching against her as she sucked at him. She turned her gaze to Patrick and he winked at her as he watched her pleasure his best friend. A feeling of warmth and camaraderie swept through her as she reached out a hand to him and stroked his thigh, continuing to lick and suck at Beck’s balls.
After trailing her fingers up Patrick’s inner thigh, she tugged lightly at the edge of the leg opening of his boxer briefs. His cock was trapped and hard within them and she wanted to do something for him, too.
Her mouth watered and she smiled as he got the message and removed them. She lifted Beck’s heavy, thick cock to her lips and tongued the head before enveloping it in her mouth. She felt his thighs tremble as she leaned against him and noticed that his cheeks were flushed and his eyes closed.
While she sucked Beck’s cock, she caressed and stroked Patrick’s with her other hand. Patrick leaned forward so he could handle her breasts, making pleased, sexy sounds as she touched him. He teased her nipples until her cunt responded to every sensual tug and caress.
She moaned when Patrick pinched her nipple, and Beck groaned in reaction to the vibration the sound created on his shaft. She alternated between sucking in short fluid motions at the top of his shaft, and long wet strokes, laving his entire length, or at least as much of him as she could reach. He had a generous cock and she loved the challenge of taking all of him.
Patrick reached down and she whimpered when he slid a couple of fingers through her tingling cunt, setting off a series of quivers at her opening, and she moaned, feeling empty and needing fulfillment. It didn’t take much to encourage Patrick and soon he was behind her, pushing the coffee table aside. Beck nodded and scooted forward as Patrick lifted her hips and nudged her knees apart so he could fit behind her. His body heat as he brushed against the backs of her thighs made her pussy tingle and more moisture pooled from her cunt.
“Holy fucking hell. This is a beautiful ass, little tiger,” Patrick murmured as he lifted the shirttail to her waist and caressed every square inch of her ass. She frowned, wondering how enormous it must look in the pale light of early morning and thought he was generous to compliment her like that. One finger trailed lightly over her rear opening and she gasped as her cunt and anus both tightened in reaction. Her cheeks felt red-hot as she continued suck, and Beck reached out to stroke one of them.
“He’s sincere, honey. We like your curvy ass. Get used to it. And you need to stop insulting it or we might have to spank it.”
Her eyes flashed to his and she gasped, even as she sucked.
“I think she liked that idea, Beck,” Patrick said as he caressed her convulsing, betraying pussy. Yes, she loved the idea of them spanking her.
Beck chuckled. “Good to know. I like that you’re adventurous, honey. Now suck my cock while Patrick fills your hot little pussy with his.”
She made an eager sound as she relaxed her throat and focused on giving him the hottest blowjob he’d ever had. Judging by the sounds he made, she was doing fine.
Patrick stroked her hips, a wonderful, comforting feeling, as he lined the head of his cock up with her opening and slid in a fraction. Patrick had a big cock but he felt positively huge because her pussy was swollen with arousal and from their vigorous activity the night before. He growled as he thrust again. “Damn, you’re so tight and hot, baby. Tell me if I hurt you.”
She made a negative sound and bucked her hips at him, letting him know she wanted more. Wanted all he could give her. She swallowed on Beck’s head as he thrust and he cried out, sounding close to coming. A second later, Patrick thrust again and reached around her hip to stroke her clit while he fucked her. Beck played with her nipples, creating another fiery pathway of sensation inside her.
They moved together in a slow sexual dance, pleasing each other, and it wasn’t long before the happy certainty of those first flickers of orgasm filled her. She crested, moaning loudly as she came undone, sucking Beck’s cock as her pussy quivered and contracted on Patrick’s cock. The vibration from the noise she made set off Beck’s release.
“Baby! I’m coming!” Beck cried out, sounding so vulnerable, as his seed spurted from his cock in hot streams and she swallowed, taking all of his cum. Patrick gasped and rammed his cock into her over and over, driving her wild and prolonging her climax as she anticipated his. He groaned in ecstasy as he wound his arms around her tightly and stilled, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her pussy with his cum.
“Fuck, yes,” he ground out as he braced a hand on the floor and moaned in satisfaction.
“Damn, that was good,” Beck said with a groan as he fell back against the couch.
Lucy’s body vibrated and pulsed with release and pleasure as she slumped against Beck’s thighs, still kneeling on the throw pillow. The redolent scent of sweaty, satisfying sex hovered in the air.
Patrick winced as he crawled back to the couch and flopped on it, pulling her up with him. “I think Beck’s right. We do need some nice thick area rugs in here.”
“Yes. Maybe something we could lie on, too?” Lucy asked.
Patrick looked around the room speculatively. “The only furniture I’ve bought recently was the new bed. I cleaned a shit ton of stuff out of the house yesterday. I have money set aside for purchases like that. We could go shopping for area rugs and some comfortable furniture for in here.”
“One of those big recliners that more than one person can sit on would be awesome,” she suggested, feeling her cheeks heat up.
Beck chuckled as he pulled his boxers back on and helped her button her shirt back up. “Just to sit on? I’ll bet Juicy Lucy is imagining us having sex on it.”
Patrick chuckled. “Why not?”
Lucy stilled and looked at Patrick seriously as he put his underwear back on. “Don’t feel like you have to do that on my account, Patrick. I don’t want you to spend all your money to make things…”
“More comfortable for the three of us? Why not, Lucy? I don’t mind. And it wouldn’t just be for us. I’ve been thinking about getting Patrick Junior one of those fancy bunk bed setups anyway. I have a feeling he’d be in hog heaven if he knew you might be spending more time over here. Beck, too.”
“Of course, but if things don’t…”
“Don’t what? Work out?” At her
nod, he continued. “You know what? I’m tired of living my life looking forward to the better days coming. I’m tired of wondering what if this doesn’t work out between us. I’m going to work toward ensuring it does.”
“But your family. You know what they’ll say, especially because of Patrick Junior.”
“You’re right. They’ll have plenty to say. But I love Patrick Junior and he loves the two of you. I want to make a good life for him here but I want it to include you. Maybe it’ll be even better than we imagined. We’ll deal with my family one step at a time.”
“Okay,” Lucy said with a smile as they got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. Lucy was kissing Beck, and Patrick was pouring coffee when they heard a rattle at the front door. Lucy’s jaw dropped in shock and she looked at Patrick as they listened to the front door open.
“Hello! Patrick! Hello, hello, hello! You here? Your truck’s outside so I’m assuming you’re inside.”
A tingle shot down Lucy’s spine when she recognized the Texan-accented voice entering the living room and mortification filled her with the woman’s next softly spoken words. “What’s been going on in here?” The peeved tone erased any doubt that she didn’t know what they’d been up to. Their private, tender moment had just been violated and made sordid.
Patrick’s face twisted into a grimace and he let out a silent curse as he set his coffee cup down and whispered, “It’s Roberta.”
Lucy heard footsteps approaching from the foyer. “Patrick, I tried calling but no one answered the phone. I got called in to the hospital and have to drop PJ off earlier than we agreed on.”
The three of them looked from one to the other, and at their state of undress. Wearing nothing but a man’s dress shirt, and still glowing and sweaty from hot sex, was not how she wanted to greet his sister. Beck and Patrick weren’t in a much better state, dressed only in boxers. And their flushed dishevelment made it obvious what they’d been up to.
In order to get back to the bedroom, they’d have to pass by the living room. Before they could decide what to do, Patrick’s sister barged into the kitchen and stopped, her eyebrows practically reaching her hairline.
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