The Stories We Whisper at Night

by Sky Corgan

  Gareth pulls his dick out of my mouth, and I'm left feeling empty. I gaze up at him, wanting more—wanting both of them inside of me.

  Devlin sits on the side of the bed and pats his lap. “Come here.”

  A giggle escapes my lips as I crawl to him. I feel stupidly happy being with them, almost drunk from everything going on.

  Gareth helps me off of the bed, and then he grabs me by the hips, keeping me facing him as he backs me up towards Devlin. My cheeks heat up as I realize what the plan is. As soon as I'm close enough, Gareth hands me off to Devlin. I look behind me as Devlin slowly guides me down onto his phallus.

  The second I feel it crest my folds, my body tenses. I reach forward and clutch onto Gareth's forearm, gazing up at him with parted lips as I feel the round fullness of Devlin's glans pressing into me. He's so thick and hot.

  “Ah,” I whimper from the euphoria of the slow intrusion. “Oh God.”

  “You're so sexy,” Gareth tells me. “It's so hot watching you take Devlin's dick.”

  “It feels amazing.” I slide back on him, swallowing him up. The fullness is everything I needed.

  Devlin keeps a hold of my hips as he begins thrusting up into me. My thighs burn from trying to keep a bit of distance between us so that he can move.

  “Sit back on him.” Gareth smirks, perhaps noticing my struggle.

  “Yeah, come here.” Devlin grips my waist, pulling me down until my thighs atrophy and I'm forced to put all of my weight on him.

  I lean against his chest, hooking my arm around his neck and tilting my head back. I moan shamelessly as he bucks up into me, practically forgetting for a moment that Gareth is there.

  He doesn't let me forget for long, though.

  Warm wetness slicks across my clit, and I gasp, my attention immediately redirecting to that spot between my legs where everything comes together to create heaven. Gareth is bending over to taste our joined parts. It's so hot that I can barely stand it—feels so incredible.

  “Oh my God. Oh shit.” I pant, feeling the tension between my legs mount again as Devlin pumps up into me while Gareth teases my clit with his mouth.

  “Are you going to come again? Are you going to come all over my dick?” Devlin whispers into my ear, his voice all breathy lust.

  Gareth stands, and for the first time since I've met him, he looks wicked. “Beg for it.”

  “What?” My mouth falls open in shock.

  “We're not going to let you come again unless you beg for it.” Devlin gropes my breasts, pulling me back against him as he stills.

  The world stops, the build of pleasure between my legs slowly receding. The bastards are in sync, and I know that neither one of them are going to move unless I give them what they want.

  “You're both evil.” I glare at Gareth.

  “Are we now?” he laughs.

  Two can play this game, I think, a devious grin creeping across my face as I decide to take matters into my own hands. Why should I let them have all of the fun.

  I muster up all of my strength, plant my feet on the floor, and bounce on Devlin's cock like I'm going to break him. Within seconds, the tides are turned. His hands leave my breasts to grip the bed, and his breathing becomes ragged.

  “Holy shit,” he pants.

  Gareth just stares at me for a moment, his expression somewhere between aroused and impressed. He lazily strokes himself while I fuck his friend. The whole time, I hold his gaze. It's a strangely intimate moment. Intense and surreal, like I can feel him inside of me too.

  “Fuck, I'm going to come. You've got to stop.” Devlin practically pushes me off of him. The fact that he broke his composure is amusing. I didn't even think it was possible.

  “Get over here.” Gareth roughly turns me around, not even waiting for Devlin to recover before he's bending me over the bed.

  He thrusts inside of me with one rough motion, and I cry out in disbelief at how forceful he's being. Almost instantly, my core goes from zero to sixty on the pleasure scale. This is something I never expected from him, and I absolutely love it. He's supposed to be the sweet, quiet one, but he's showing no mercy now.

  I hold on like my life depends on it as he pounds into me to the point that I'm about to lose my balance. The friction is quickly driving me to new heights, and I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I grunt and groan with each thrust, practically drooling as the sensation of his balls slapping against my pussy from the quick, hard thrusting threatens to make me climax again.

  The bed shifts beside me, and Devlin comes into my peripheral vision. Within seconds, he's presenting his cock to me. I open my mouth like I'm hungry for it. With this one act, the fantasy will come full circle, being pounded from both sides.

  He slides his length to the back of my throat, and I immediately feel blissfully full. Every time Gareth thrusts, it pushes me into Devlin, making me take him incredibly deep, triggering my gag reflex. I'm so overwhelmed with dick that tears spill out the corners of my eyes. But it's good. Oh so good. Everything I wanted and more.

  I try to mumble my pleasure around Devlin's cock, but nothing comes out but a garble of indecipherable sounds. They're both being aggressive. Devlin's pre-juices leak into my mouth, making my throat sticky. The smell of man and sex is all around me. I'm overwhelmed and fulfilled and so amazingly content.

  “I'm going to come so hard,” Gareth says behind me. His voice is so sexy that just the sound of it throws me over the edge.

  I whimper as the world shifts around me, blinding me with pleasure. My toes curl as my pussy squeezes around Gareth's dick, my clit firing off again and again. My body is on sensory overload, and I'm so busy focusing on all of it that I almost forget to breathe.

  “You're so God damn tight,” Gareth growls. He picks up the pace, slamming into me, drawing out my orgasm.

  Devlin does the same, his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth. I know what's coming next, and I brace myself for it.

  They both pull out and simultaneously blow their loads. I bow my head and inhale deeply as I feel warm wetness paint me, a canvas to their climax. All I can do is stay there on all fours, catching my breath and grinning to myself. I still can't believe I did this, but I'm glad that I did.

  As the high of sex starts to wear off, I wonder what happens next. Do I take the walk of shame covered in the memory of our coupling? Will they let me shower first? But more importantly, will I ever hear from them again, or did I just get used.

  I wait for instructions, afraid to move and get come on their bed. Not that it matters. Most of it got on me, but not all. Messy boys, they are.

  “Let's take a shower.” Gareth pulls out of me and slaps my ass.

  “That sounds lovely.” I crawl off of the bed and stand.

  Devlin immediately goes to the master bathroom for a towel to clean me off with. He wipes me down and then hands me the towel to let me get anything that he missed. Meanwhile, Gareth disappears into the bathroom to start the shower.

  Now that the sex is over, I feel kind of awkward. They're not acting strangely at all. It's me, allowing myself to get stuck in my own head.

  Devlin escorts me into the bathroom, and the three of us slip into the shower together. We spend the next fifteen minutes bathing each other. Gareth scrubs down my body while Devlin shampoos my hair. It's a nice pampering after a hard fucking. Once more, I feel like I'm in heaven.

  It's not until the shower is over that the awkwardness returns. I wrap a towel around myself and head into the living room to retrieve my clothes and get dressed, sighing as I pick my underwear up off of the floor. It's definitely time for the walk of shame now.

  “What are you doing?” Devlin's arms wrap around me, startling me.

  “I'm getting dressed,” I reply as if it's obvious.

  “No, you're not. You're staying the night with us...unless you have something more important to do.” He kisses the base of my neck, making me swoon.

  I curl my hand around his forearm, giving it a gentle
squeeze. “No, I don't have anything more important to do.”

  Sleeping between them is strange. As much as I'm glad that they asked me to stay, I feel a little claustrophobic. Gareth spoons me from behind while Devlin falls asleep on his stomach about a foot away. Even though they're not fighting over who gets to cuddle me, I'm still not used to sharing a bed with more than one person. Hell, I'm used to sleeping alone. This is something else I could get used to, though, with time.

  Thanks to being exhausted, I'm able to fall asleep quickly. The morning seems to come just as fast, though.

  I blink awake to the lights streaming in through the blinds. It takes me a moment to remember where I am, but then everything comes back to me. Gareth rolled over in his sleep and is facing away from me. Devlin's back is pressed against my arm, and we're glued together with sweat. Somehow, I find it amusing. That quickly fades though when I realize that I feel trapped again. It's always weird sleeping with someone for the first time—waking up in their bed.

  I want to get up, but I'm afraid of rousing them. I don't even know if they're morning people or not. Maybe they'll get mad if I wake them up.

  I decide to just lie there for a while.

  Thankfully, it doesn't take long for Gareth to stir. I pretend to be asleep as he rolls out of bed and leaves the room. Devlin doesn't so much as twitch, so I can only assume that he's a heavy sleeper.

  Cautiously, I crawl out of bed and get dressed before going to find Gareth. He's in the kitchen making breakfast, apparently the chef of the two.

  “Morning.” He smiles at me over his shoulder as he cracks eggs into a skillet.

  “Morning.” I yawn and stretch before leaning against the kitchen island.

  “How did you sleep?”

  “Hard.” I trace a circle in the marble with my fingertip.

  “Me too. It's been a while since I've been so worn out,” he laughs.

  “Me too.” I grin.

  “I hope you enjoyed yourself last night. We both do. I also hope you like your eggs sunny side up.” His eyes widen.

  “I did and I do. But you don't have to feed me.” My expression sulks as I begin to think that I probably overstayed my welcome.

  “Of course, we do. We're not going to send our girl off hungry.”

  “Your girl, huh?” His cute little comment makes my mood perk up.

  “Yeah.” He grabs a salt shaker from one of the cabinets to season the eggs.

  “So, you guys were serious last night...about wanting an actual relationship?” I rest my weight on the counter, a bit embarrassed about the question.

  “Dead serious,” Devlin's voice chimes in behind me.

  I turn to look at him and can't help but smirk at his disheveled hair. He looks so sleepy and adorable and sexy. I almost want to jump him again.

  He steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around me in a loving embrace. I lean into his touch, completely content.

  “We really like you, Rose,” he whispers sweetly into my ear. “We want to be with you.”

  My fear of being used is eradicated as we all eat breakfast together. The conversation flows seamlessly, and I'm amazed at how compatible the three of us are. It wasn't just the alcohol that made us get along so well. There's a genuine connection there. And to be honest, even though we just met, I feel a great affection for them both. They're great, caring and kind, and absolutely incredible in bed.

  “Dinner again tonight?” Devlin asks as he escorts me to the door after breakfast.

  “You want to see me again so soon?” I can't hide the surprise from my voice.

  “See you and do other things to you.” He closes in on me, placing his hands on my waist and bending down for a chaste kiss on the lips.

  Gareth is by his side, waiting for his turn.

  It so weird kissing one man and then another right after. This still doesn't feel real. At any moment, I expect to wake up from the most amazing wet dream.

  It's not a wet dream though. They're mine. Both of them. My hot neighbors. And I can't wait to see where this relationship is going to go.

  The Death of a

  Call Girl

  SKY CORGAN

  CHAPTER ONE

  She's terrified. I can see it in her eyes. They're like two blazing sapphires of what ifs. It's too late for what ifs though. She's trapped now. She'll have to go through the motions until this is over, and she better not back out, or else…

  I don't like to think of or else. Because that's my job. I'm the or else.

  I gaze at her through the rear-view mirror. She won't even look at me. She fears me more than she fears what's about to happen to her. And if she doesn't, then she should. What I would have to do to her is far worse than any of these rich cretins. I hate to think about that. It's my least favorite part of this job. Thankfully, it doesn't happen often.

  You never know with these new ones. It's her first day on the job, and her mind must be going crazy. On the outside, she tries to be strong. Her jaw is set so tightly that her teeth could crack at any moment. While I can't see her hands, the twitch in her arm lets me know that at least one of them is shaking. She's probably holding it with the other one, trying to steel her nerves. She's not steel though. Not now. Not yet. That comes later, if she manages to get through this.

  They all break down over time. That brightness in their eyes dulls. Their features get harder. It's not something that someone with an untrained eye would see. I've been around long enough to witness it though, the slow degeneration of the soul.

  It's not so much that hope leaves them. It's that new goals move forward to take the place of old hopes. They know what they have to do, and they're willing to do whatever it takes to get there. Experience and continued exposure to this business teaches them that there's no way to survive if you cling to morals or any shred of the person you once were. This business changes you completely. It changes all of us. It changed me, and I don't even spend my afternoons on my back making exorbitant amounts of cash.

  I pull up in front of the hotel and step out into the cold to round the limo and open her door. My eyes fall to her breasts as she places her red stilettos on the icy ground. They're practically popping out of the top of a fitted red dress. It hugs her in all the right places and doesn't cover up too much of her legs. The client will like it. He won't have to work very hard to get at what he paid for.

  She doesn't even look at me as she heads toward the entrance to the hotel. Not so much as a thank you before she slips inside. I'll chalk it up to nerves. She even stumbles just inside the hotel. I can see it through the glass double doors. She's not used to wearing heels that high. She'll get used to it. They all do.

  I stand there and watch her for a few moments. I have nothing better to do for the time being. My boss doesn't need me back for another thirty minutes. That gives me time to observe. Besides, she'll want me to report back on what I think of this one. Will she sink or swim? Run or produce? If she runs, I'll find her. She has nothing, just like most of the others when they started here. You can't go far with nothing.

  She straightens herself, takes a deep breath, and heads towards the elevator. I pray she'll be all right. Pray that she'll get through this. Pray that I won't have to hunt her down later and make her regret ever signing that contract. Then I head back to the limo and escape the chilly night air.

  She'll do fine, I tell myself. There's no use in worrying.

  That look in her eyes haunts me though. It's too soft. She cares too much about what this will do to her. She feels like it's going to destroy her. When you're in so much emotional turmoil, it's hard to remember that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. We don't start out as steel. The world molds us into something cold and unbreakable if we stay on the dark side of it long enough. Even I had to go through that.

  It was a different time. A different place. A different life. And I'll never forget.

  FIFTEEN YEARS EARLIER

  I'm working another late shift at the bar. Every night is a
late shift when you're a bouncer. The wages aren't worth a crap, but I make enough to get by. You'd figure they'd pay more for muscle on this side of town, but no dice. It seems like every night, I'm tossing some punk out of this bar who thinks he's bigger shit than he actually is. I suppose I shouldn't complain though. It keeps me employed.

  This is my life. I spend my mornings at Uncle Lou's gym and my afternoons bouncing at this piss-hole dive. Uncle Lou really isn't my uncle, but he's the closest thing to family I have anymore. Him and my twin sister. The rest of my siblings moved out of New Jersey and never looked back. I can't blame them. If I had money, I'd probably do the same. As it is, I'm stuck here for now. Maybe I always will be.

  I peek inside the bar and my eyes land on a couple making out near the pool tables. She's wearing fishnet stockings and a skirt that barely covers her ass. As it is, the guy has it hiked up to the point that I can see her pink panties beneath. She's probably a cheap hooker. There are a lot of them on this side of town. People get by however they can around these parts. I stopped questioning why people do what they do a long time ago. Everyone has a story. Everyone has demons.

  I feel like a voyeur, splitting my focus between the couple and the parking lot. I'm working the door tonight, but since I'm the only bouncer in the place, I still have to keep my eye on everything. The boss probably wouldn't be too happy if these guys started having sex in his establishment. If I wasn't working tonight, I'd pretend not to notice. I am working though, so it's my business to make sure they don't get their business done.

  He whispers something into her ear before tangling his fingers into her hair and kissing her throat roughly. She cranes her neck and moans. Her tight blonde curls fall away from her face as she leans into him. Her blood-red lips make an O. She might be stunning if she wasn't so caked in makeup—if she wasn't dressed like a hooker.