by Lane Hart
My pussy clenches with need at the thought, even if the idea of having Clarke and Ben inside me at the same time is a little scary. I trust them both and know they won’t hurt me.
Clarke offers me a hand up while Ben cuts off the shower. Then, the three of us quickly dry off in the bathroom before moving to the bedroom. My eyes cut to the open doorway that’s currently empty. I don’t know why I’m disappointed that Ford isn’t lurking around watching us, but I am.
“Lie down, sweetheart,” Clarke instructs, so I climb up and stretch out in the center of the bed. Wrapping a hand around each ankle, he tugs me down until my ass is almost falling off the edge of the mattress. His urgent hands spread my thighs open as he kneels down on the floor, resting one of my legs over each of his shoulders. I’m barely situated before the tip of his warm, wet tongue dances over my clit.
“Oh, my God, Clarke!” I moan as my entire body jerks at the contact. He simply wraps his arms around my thighs tighter to keep my lower body still while his mouth consumes me like a starving man having his first meal in weeks.
I’m so lost to the pleasure that I don’t even notice when Ben joins us on the bed, not until his big hand grasps my jaw to turn my head toward him and his hard cock is right in front of my face.
“Open up wide for me, Tess,” Ben tells me. “But don’t make me come just yet. Get me nice and wet, so I can fuck you at the same time as Clarke.”
“God, yes,” I agree with a smile before I stretch my mouth wide enough for his hard, velvety flesh to find a home in my mouth.
When I start fast, he tugs on the back of my still-wet hair and tells me, “Slow down so I can savor each and every slide of my cock down your throat.”
My eyes drift closed while I relax and let Ben set the pace of his thrusts, and I focus on the wet flicks of Clarke’s tongue fucking my pussy. Clarke’s soaking wet fingers are also prepping me the whole time, stretching my tight hole to take him soon.
“Mmm, you taste so good, Tess,” Clarke says, making my eyes open to look down at him between my legs. His green gaze holds mine while his tongue lashes at my clit just like earlier today in the car. Between the memory of how naughty we were in public and how good he made me feel then and now, I don’t last another second.
My hips buck off the bed, pressing my pussy hard into Clarke’s face as I scream his name and ride out the waves rolling through my entire body.
Once the shudders stop, I’m nothing but a puddle of worthless bones on the bed, unable to move a single muscle.
“She’s so fucking wet and ready,” I hear Clarke tell Ben. I can’t remember when he left my mouth. Probably when I was screaming.
“Tess, sweetheart, we’re gonna put you on Ben now,” Clarke croons to me.
“Okay,” I agree, with my eyes still closed.
Someone scoops me up, and then I’m lying on a hard, warm body a second before I feel the head of a cock at my pussy and one at my ass.
“Fuck,” Ben mutters as he starts to slowly penetrate me. The contact gives me a sudden burst of energy as I pop up, bracing my hands on his chest to sink deeper, needing more of him. “So damn perfect.” Ben looks up at me, his brown eyes obscured by his thick black lashes.
“Ready for me?” Clarke asks from behind me, sweeping my damp hair to the side to kiss my shoulder.
“Yes,” I tell him as I go still on top of Ben, waiting for his intrusion.
Clarke gives me one intense inch of his cock at a time, stealing my breath from the fullness of him and Ben both filling me up with as much of themselves as my body can take.
“Oh, fuck, Tess,” Clarke groans from behind me as his hands come around to cup both of my breasts, and Ben’s hands squeeze my hips hard, like he’s desperate to bounce them on his dick.
“Take me,” I tell them with a gasp.
“Give me a second,” Ben says through clenched teeth. “Or I’m gonna come before the good part starts.”
I try to smile as much as I can.
“Relax,” Clarke says while his fingers pinch each of my nipples between his fingers, making me throw my head back on his shoulder with a moan. “You want one of my hands down here instead?” Clarke asks, as his right hand releases my nipple and slides down my stomach to tap out an erotic rhythm on my clit.
“Yes,” I moan. The sensation caused by his fingers, along with the knowledge that he’s practically touching Ben’s cock, makes me shiver. A gush of wetness between my trembling thighs is even more proof of how turned on I am right now, locked between these two amazing men.
“I’ll thrust forward then you thrust up,” Clarke tells Ben before he pulls back and slams his cock into my ass, making me cry out. I haven’t recovered from the sensation when Ben’s hips withdraw his dick before he drives up and all the way inside of me again.
The two men stick to their rhythm for a while until both of their thrusts began to falter.
“So close,” Clarke mutters as he begins to move faster. “Can’t hold back.”
“Oh, God!” I scream, as warmth erupts from deep inside of me, causing my pussy to clamp down on Ben and Clarke’s cocks as I come apart.
Clarke doesn’t last any longer either, and I feel his hot seed dripping from me before he even pulls out. The bed bounces when he falls to his back beside Ben. Looking over toward the door, Clarke mutters, “Really, Ford?”
“Dude, you’re fucking up my mojo here,” Ben says from underneath me.
When I glance over my shoulder, sure enough, the arrogant singer is leaning against the doorframe, naked with his cock in his hand. His bottom lip may as well be sticking out from the obvious way he’s pouting like a little kid who didn’t get picked to play dodgeball.
“Tess doesn’t mind me watching, do you?” Ford asks.
“No,” I reply softly. I feel bad that Ford wants to join us and that I’m keeping him away, simply because he has the ability to break my heart.
Don’t the other guys have that same power too now? I may have told myself from the beginning that we were just fooling around, but I’m starting to care for each one of them, more than I should.
“Come here,” I say with a sigh, unable to let Ford inside of me, but willing to offer him a compromise.
Ford appears beside the bed a second later, nearly out of breath from the speed at which he traveled across the room.
“Can I take Clarke’s place?” he asks while eyeing my ass like a starving beast.
“No,” I tell him. “But if you want to get on the bed, I’ll take you in my mouth.”
“Fuck, that’s even better,” Ford responds before he’s scurrying up on the mattress, kneeling next to Ben with his dick in his hand. Ford’s manhood is quite impressive when I see it up close and personal for the first time. Where Clarke’s is long but lean and Ben’s is incredibly thick, Ford’s cock has the perfect amount of girth and length with bulging veins decorating it from root to his plump mushroom head. Bending forward, I brace one hand on the mattress and wrap my other hand around the base of his shaft. I stick my tongue out to swipe it over Ford’s slit that’s dripping with his arousal. Then I kiss his beautiful cock that I can’t wait to have fucking my mouth, just to tease him.
When Ford practically whines in anguish, Clarke chuckles from where he’s stretched out and content on the other side of Ben, his hands behind his head.
“More, please,” Ford grits out, so I take pity on him and take his hard, perfect shaft deep into my throat while Ben picks up where he left off. He slams me down on his cock so hard I moan and nearly gag around Ford’s thickness.
“Oh fuck. Ohhhh fuck,” Ben groans as his hands move around to squeeze both of my ass cheeks as his cock swells and pulses inside of me.
Ford’s hand cups the back of my head when I slow down, urging me to take more of his dick in my mouth and suck him faster.
“Uh! Yes! Take every inch of me, Tess!” Ford shouts as his hips pump down my throat, his thrusts so rough that I struggle to keep up while breathing through m
y nose. His free hand reaches down to play with his balls while my cheeks hollow out to suck him harder.
“That’s it,” Ford encourages. “I’m gonna come in that sexy mouth so fucking hard.”
Ford raises up on his knees when he holds my head to his body, and then I hear the “Whap!” and feel the sting of his hand slapping my ass cheek.
“Dirty!” Whap! “Little!” Whap! “Slut!” Whap! “Make me crazy!” Whap! “Need you so bad!” Whap!
With each buck of Ford’s hips as he shoots his load down my throat, he spanks my ass a little harder, each time telling me what it’s for. He’s so raw and angry and desperate for me that he makes my stomach do flips. Out of nowhere, my body shakes with another orgasm as I try to swallow everything Ford gives me until he tugs my hair to pull me off of him.
I use my hand to wipe away the remnants of Ford’s liquid pleasure while Ben remains wedged inside me.
“Holy wow,” Ben mutters from underneath me.
“Fuck, I’m spent,” Ford says, as he falls backward on the pillow and stretches his legs out in front of him down the length of the bed.
A smile crosses my face as I look down at all three of the incredible men lined up below me, each with a sated, smug grin on their face, eyelids all at half-mast like their cocks as they start to doze off.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “So should I go sleep in one of the other rooms and leave you three alone?”
“Get your fine ass down here,” Ford says before he sits up and pulls me off Ben. He situates me on my side, with him spooning from behind me, his fingertips rubbing my bottom where he spanked me.
“Your ass okay?” Ford whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“She came on me when you were spanking her,” Ben says as he rolls to his side too, facing me.
“Fuck, I wish I could’ve felt that,” Ford says.
My eyes won’t stay open any longer as two sets of lips press kisses on my face, back, shoulders, neck, heading lower to my breasts.
Just before I fall asleep, I hear Clarke grumble, “How the hell did I end up on the outskirts?” making me giggle.
A moment later, I feel a warm cloth wiping down my bottom and spreading my legs to clean my pussy. I blink my eyes open and see Clarke hovering above me, taking care of me. He places a kiss on my cheek before I lose the fight with consciousness.
Chapter 22
Davis
How did I used to go months without being with a woman and now two days without Tess makes me want to tear down the walls of the cabin with my bare fists?
At least I’ll definitely get to see her today.
Ford called and told me to get my ass to his house to try out some new songs with the guys.
While I would rather have Tess all to myself, it will be nice to at least get a glimpse of her. And maybe beg her to come home with me tonight.
I’ve been obsessed with the woman over the past few weeks, needing to know everything about her. She’s opened up to me some about her father, who was the lead singer in a band, and how she doesn’t have much of a relationship with her mom.
Surprising even myself, I gave in and told her about my family disowning me after the night I beat the shit out of my father because I was tired of him hitting me. Not even the guys know about that, but there’s something about Tess that makes me want to talk to her, to tell her my deepest, darkest secrets, because I feel like I can trust her not to laugh at me or think less of me. She cares for me, I know she does, even though I’ve insisted that there’s nothing but sex between us.
And I hate seeing her leave after we spend a few hours together. I’ve nearly bitten my tongue off trying to stop myself from begging her to stay. I’m a grown ass man who doesn’t need a woman to cuddle with at night, like a big ass teddy bear. Even if that’s what I want.
At first, I thought sex was all I was capable of giving Tess, since I’ve been emotionally crippled my whole life. But being around her more makes me think it’s possible for me to be the kind of man she wants and needs. One who takes care of her and does the mushy romantic stuff too, like tell her the “L” word.
After my Uber driver lets me off in front of Ford’s house, I march up to the door with my guitar and amp, setting the amp down on the porch at my feet to knock.
I wasn’t expecting Tess to answer it, but I’m happy it’s her instead of Ford. Wearing a flowing pink dress that stops right above her knees, she’s a fucking knockout. I want to bend her over and lift up her skirt…
“Hey, Davis! I’m so glad to see you,” Tess says, before she throws her arms around my neck to hug me.
I can’t resist holding her either with my free hand, even though I grumble, “If you wanted to see me, then why haven’t you come over the last two days?”
“Sorry,” she apologizes as she pulls away with a frown on her face. “There’s something I need to tell you—”
“Davie!” Ford calls out from behind Tess. “Get your ass in here! We need you to listen to the rhythms we’ve put together, and start figuring out your leads for these new songs.”
I look back at Tess, waiting for her to finish whatever she was saying, that there’s something she wants to tell me, but she shakes her head and steps aside to let me in the house.
“We’ll talk later,” she says.
I want to tell her we’ll talk after I take her on every surface of my cabin tonight, but I hold off because I don’t want her to think that I just want her around to fuck her. It’s more than that. I want her to come stay with me. She said Ben’s recovery is going well, so I hope she’ll agree that he’ll be fine on his own now.
Picking up my amp, I follow Ford through the house and out the side door in the kitchen that leads to the garage. Ben is already set up with his bass and Clarke is sitting behind his old kit that looks a little dusty, but still in decent shape. Everyone’s all plugged in, waiting for me, when Ford steps in front of his mic.
“Here’s the music,” Clarke says, handing me a stack of papers. “We’ll run through ‘Nail in the Coffin,’ the first song twice, and then maybe you can come in on the third?”
“Yeah,” I mutter, since they still think I’m a big idiot. The truth is, music is the only thing that’s ever come naturally to me. That’s why I’m able to join them on the second run through, making Ford look over his shoulder with raised eyebrows in surprise.
It’s a pretty catchy tune that’s short and fast and easy to play.
When Clarke’s last hit on the cymbal fades out, Ford turns around and asks the three of us, “What do you think?”
“Sounds great,” Ben tells him.
“Yeah, it’s awesome,” Clarke agrees as he twirls one of his sticks with a grin.
“Holy crap, guys!” Tess says when she walks into the garage. “I didn’t want to interrupt during the song, but I could hear it from the kitchen. And wow! You all sounded amazing!”
When I realize that I’m not the only one staring at Tess with a goofy ass grin on my face, but all the guys are too, I start wondering what the hell is going on.
Then I watch as Ben goes over to Tess and tells her, “Thanks, baby,” before kissing her cheek. While it may look innocent, I know there’s a helluva lot more to it, especially when he calls her baby. He all sounded…sweet and shit, which pisses me the fuck off.
“Are you fucking him?” I growl without a second thought.
Tess’s golden-green eyes go wide, and she opens her mouth to respond. But I already know the answer.
“You are, aren’t you? Is that why you sleep here at night instead of with me?” I yell at her.
“You need to calm down, Davie,” Ford says when he turns around to face me.
“Calm down? Fuck you!” I snarl at him. “Are you fucking her too?”
“No,” he answers. “But we’ve done other things.”
“Ford!” Tess exclaims, like she didn’t want him to admit that shit to me. “Davis, I’m so sorry. I was going to tell you…”
“You were going to tell me what?” I snap at her. “That you’re a slut who fucks all of my friends?”
“Watch your fucking mouth, man!” Clarke says, when he gets to his feet behind his kit and tosses his sticks down, looking all defensive and shit for her.
“Wow,” I mutter as it dawns on me. “You’re fucking them all, aren’t you? Goddamn, maybe I am slow.”
“No, you’re not, Davis,” Tess says, while I stand there frozen, thinking back to all the times she came over during the last few weeks. She had slept with the other guys before and after we were together. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear!”
“You didn’t mean to spread your legs for every fucking one of us?” I ask. “It seems pretty easy to avoid.”
When she takes a few steps toward me, I hold up my palm to stop her, my entire body shaking with barely-contained rage. “Don’t. Just fucking don’t, Tess. Stay the hell away from me.” Glaring at the guys, I tell them, “I’m done with all of you fuckers.”
Taking off my guitar, my favorite fucking guitar, I wrap my hands around the neck and then turn around and slam it into Clarke’s kit a few times to get my message across before I storm out the garage door.
“Davis! Wait!” Tess calls to me.
My stupid feet want me to obey her voice because I’m so goddamn pussywhipped from head to toe. Shaking my head in refusal, I keep stomping down the sidewalk until I can cool off enough to call a ride to pick me up.
As angry as I am, I may end up walking all the way back to the cabin.
…
Clarke
“That went well,” Ford mutters, as the three of us stand frozen in the garage and Tess goes after Davis.
“You and Ben should’ve kept your mouths shut and let Tess tell him,” I say with a sigh.
“Do you think he’s really done with us?” Ben asks with concern.
Tess comes back inside the garage. Stabbing her fingers through the front of her hair in frustration, she says, “He’s gone.”
