I pivot slightly, wiggling free from my pants, to give Jay the view of my ass. He loves my butt and breasts, spending an inordinate amount of time kissing and fondling me there.
I kick my jeans at Jay then order the guys to take off their pants. They start slipping buttons through holes but stop as I curl my thumbs around my panties.
“Take it off,” H, again, orders.
“You first, big guy.”
He smiles with one side of his face, becoming mischievous in the process.
“And that goes for you too, Jay.”
Jay’s already pulling down his jeans, then he lifts his boxer briefs up and over his huge erection. He springs from his fabric confinement, utterly amazing me every time. Well, they both have that effect on me. H is next as he pushes his green boxers down his body and his long, long length shoots up and towards his stomach. Just the sight of them gets me so turned on. They have veins everywhere. Their forearms, their biceps, low on their stomachs and twisting even lower along their thighs. I love the way the light licks across their skin but is altered by a vein. Light and shadows. Lust and…
Love?
Now, why’d I think about love again? That ruins everything.
I swallow and pull my panties down. Jay always makes this pained expression, like my sex is killing him. I love that look. And H always studies me, like he’s wondering how to make my orgasms bigger and longer. And they are. I’ve never had orgasms like I have with H and Jay. That could be because I’m pregnant. Or because I really, really like these men of mine. Or because H and Jay happen to be two of the most considerate lovers I’ve ever had.
H licks his lips. “Touch yourself.”
“Only if you do too.” I look at Jay. “And you.”
H is the first to do my bidding, wrapping his huge hand around his perfect staff. Then I cup my breasts and squeeze them. I like giving them a show. Jay holds the base of his cock in hand and cups his balls. Oh, I like that move. I adore the way his face melts into passion.
“Touch your pussy,” H tells me.
“Your clit,” Jay clarifies.
One of my hands trails down my body. Although my jeans fit oddly now and I’d rather wear the guys’ t-shirts than my own and I needed to buy a whole new set of bras, for once I like my body. H showed me my curves and worships them. He clings to my waist sometimes, or pulls his t-shirt tight against my chest, exposing my breasts. And I’ve already mentioned how he likes my hips. Can you believe that? But he does. He doesn’t think my hips flare too much, have too much fat here or there. He thinks I’m perfect. And I love gliding a hand along my waist and hips, watching H get even more turned on.
And Jay loves my body too. He thinks my changing stomach is fascinating. He’s read more about my pregnancy than I have. And I’ve read a lot. Sometimes, he lays his head low on my stomach and listens. Once, he told me he thought he heard Baby’s heartbeat. He says in the next couple months he’ll be able to hear Baby move, and he gets so happy about that.
“Oh, sweetheart,” H pants, he’s stroking himself pretty good, curling around his purplish head, his free hand making a fist. “You’re killing me. Just touch your clit. Please.” His voice is cracking and I love his desperation.
Finally, I sweep my hand to the very front of my sex, finding the hard little bead that brings me so much pleasure. I moan, and H, apparently, has had enough. He races near and pushes me on the bed, landing on me in a heap of kisses. His cock is so, so close to where I need him to be. Luckily, the condoms are close by, and he rips into the box as I giggle. He bites into a wrapper as I look around him to Jay, who’s smiling at me.
“He needs to have you right now.” He’s still stroking himself, watching his friend become a frenzied man, watching me loving every minute of it.
I nod and lick my lips. “You need me right now?”
H unrolls the condom on his length, wincing as he always does. At this point, I’m not sure why we’re still using condoms. I mean, the jig is up. I’m already pregnant. And we’ve discussed our sexual histories, including any STDs, which none of us have had. Maybe I need to have a chat about no longer using condoms. But then again, I’m scared to talk about anything, terrified it will remind the men that they shouldn’t feel obligated to take care of me and Baby.
Jay nods, thrusting into his fists. He’s put his hands together, sheathing his thick cock, and watching him do this is such an erotic sight, but I’m distracted by H, finding my opening.
He doesn’t enter me, but starts kissing my lips again, stroking his tongue against mine. With his cock just touching my channel, he leans to one elbow, his other hand travels down my body, sweeping over my breasts, touching my belly, finding my clit. Another moan comes from my throat as he circles around that nub of mine, and then he pushes himself inside. Now he’s moaning. He holds still for a few seconds. Always giving me time to adjust to him, and then he slowly thrusts his hips. He pistons into me with barely controlled passion. I can tell he’s holding back. He’s shaking.
“Feel good, honey?” Jay asks.
“Mmm, so good.” I wrap my arms around H’s neck, kissing his cheeks and any part of his face as he thrusts closer to me, which makes H smile.
“You feel so good.” H’s voice is all gravel. All sex.
I smile back at him. Then he stops making love to me. His face suddenly grows dark, his brows twist together.
I feather a finger along his rigid jawline. “What is it?”
He blinks and shakes his head slightly. “Nothing.”
But I know he thought of something. Something serious. Did he realize he doesn’t have to be with me? While he’s inside me?
I almost make him stop, almost beg to know what he’s thinking, when he kisses me. Suddenly, he’s kissing me with all the ardor his body possesses. He’s passionate and panting, sweating, and I can’t help but give in and forget that look of his, forget that I’m worried what he was thinking. He just feels so good.
When he starts thrusting again, he circles my clit, and I can’t think clearly. He’s rubbing just right. Thrusting just right. Everything is building. But then he rolls us over, me on top. He’s back to circling around my clit and moving in and out of me. The bed dips and I know Jay’s here. I’m so excited by his closeness I feel my orgasm tickling my senses.
I sit up on H, riding him, taking over as he bends his arms, elbows sticking out to the sides, and he puts his hands behind his head. “You are so beautiful. So beautiful when you’re on top.”
I smile down at him, using his chest as leverage to hike my body up and down on his long cock. Then Jay’s there, kissing my neck, holding my waist.
“I have to have you now.”
I look over my shoulder. “I need you now too.”
He’s already got a condom on and has the lubrication in hand and is getting me ready for him. He does this all while kissing me, and his furtive touches to my backside make the building tension in my body sizzle even higher. Catching hold of my waist, Jay stops my motions and slowly enters my tight back opening. And I know it. I’m going to come soon. I do almost every time the men are both inside me. There’s something about their bodies blending with mine, inside mine, and I snap.
I moan, trying to push away the orgasm. I want this to last for hours, even though we don’t have that much time. Then Jay pushes deeper into me, and I trip over the chasm. I’m coming and bucking my hips, augmenting the sensation, making both men groan and grip onto me. But, I’m not having one of those giant orgasms I’d grown used to. This is a wild thing that wants more. I keep bucking, huffing for air as my body wants a whole new orgasm, something that will finally break something within me.
I keep rolling my hips, aching for more.
“Fuck, Dee, sweetheart, you’re going to…” H whispers as he takes my cheek with one of his hands. He pulls me down and kisses me.
I make a pleading noise, and H asks, “What can I do?”
He’s already rubbing my clit and his gorgeous cock
is so far inside me, hitting just the right place. Oh, but my greedy body wants another orgasm. Yet, I’m not sure if I can achieve it.
All I can say is, “More.”
H and Jay begin to time their bodies, both thrusting into me simultaneously, and I’m coming unhinged.
“More, please.”
H circles around my nub with a little more pressure. “Dee, sweetie, you’re going to make me…I can’t…much longer. It’s just too good.”
I nod and sit up on him as both men hold me even tighter, thrusting even harder and faster. That would usually be enough, but I’m aching inside, needing even…
“More,” I mewl, as I take my breasts in my own hands, squeezing and caressing the way I like it.
As I roll over my nipples, holding my breath, the orgasm builds all over again. I can feel it. It had ebbed away, but now it’s closer. Still beyond my grasp, but it is closer.
“More.” I hate to be demanding, especially to these two men, who I love and haven’t told either of them. I hate that I have needs. I hate that I’m so fucked up about love and lust.
I know if I just let go, the orgasm will crest over me, and it will be a good one. But I just can’t. I’m so scared if I do then the men will leave me. I’m so scared.
H clutches at my hips, pulling me down with all his might. Then he thrusts into me as he grunt-groans his own orgasm.
“Oh…” He keeps a brutal grip of my hips as he rams into me a couple more times, the tendons in his neck standing out, his face a little redder as he holds his breath. I can feel his cock pulsing. I want to know what he’d feel like without that condom.
He’s shaking and releasing me, when Jay says, “Fuck,” he grabs me by my hips too. “I’m sorry,” he grunts as he too comes. “I thought I could…fuck, honey, I’m sorry.”
My body cries. My second orgasm is driving me batty, frustrating the living hell out of me, and teases away as H pulls out.
H adjusts me quickly, pushing me down on the bed, having Jay pull out of me in a way that almost makes me cringe. Then H’s mouth is over my pussy. I gasp. He breathes on me, and I make a happy sing-song noise. Then he’s licking me and slowly inserting a finger inside.
My orgasm taunts me even more. It comes back, into my spine, settling into my skull. But I know it’s too far off, even though I want it right now.
I have to let go.
But I…
H inserts two more fingers filling me and licking me, while Jay takes one of my breasts and suckles, the other he rolls his rough thumb over the nipple, making me arch my back off the bed. My legs open wider for H, my knees flat on the mattress. And H is doing everything he can to make me come. I hold my breath and concentrate, feeling the orgasm ripple down my vertebra. I keep holding my breath as H licks and licks me. My legs, even though they’re relaxed on the bed, begin to shake.
I moan, rolling my head side to side.
“Let me try,” Jay says.
H lets up, panting. I’m not sure if he was breathing the whole time, either. He switches with Jay, and I’m about to apologize. I’m so sorry I’m such a bother. I don’t want to be a burden. I want them to want me, not feel obligated.
Jay’s licking me even firmer, harder. I scream out. H is hovering over my face and kisses me. I taste myself and usually that turns me on. I am turned on. But I just can’t fucking orgasm, and usually, with these men, I can. I’ve had a record breaking event where I came five times.
I’m shaking even more, especially as H takes one of my breasts in his hand and massages my flesh. I coo and pull him in deeper for a kiss. His tongue darts in my mouth. I’m not breathing again. I’m baring down like if I just work hard enough then my orgasm will come.
It seems even more evasive as I do this.
H kisses me around my hairline. “You worry too much.” His whisper is like silk against my skin. Goose bumps are pricked throughout my body. He pinches my nipple gently, plucking that invisible string between my sex and my breast. “You need to trust us,” H soothes. “Just let go.”
I buck into Jay’s face, feeling the orgasm come a little closer. But I clamp onto H, wishing I could tell him of my worries, wishing I could say, “I love you.”
H looks down at Jay. “I’ll try again.”
They switch once more, which makes me feel worse, dampening my annoying orgasm. Again, I almost object to them spending so much time on me.
But then H is licking me again, his fingers inside me, and he somehow finds the rhythm that clicks. My orgasm is suddenly much closer and I moan, arching my back off the bed again.
But when I look up at Jay, I can’t hold in my misery any longer. “I’m sorry. I—”
He kisses me. “Don’t you know, Dee, honey. Don’t you know it yet?”
H is getting me closer and closer. I have no idea how he found this rhythm but it’s finally working. I’m sweating and rolling my head around and probably looking like a woman possessed.
Jay licks my ear lobe, then says, “We’d do anything for you. This is our pleasure to please you. We probably get more out of it than you do.”
I’m moaning out all sorts of sounds, my body rigid, yet my hips are flexing to meet every single one of H’s licks and thrusts.
No matter how much I fight my fear, somehow, through everything H and Jay do, it evaporates, making me finally give in. My orgasm sweeps over me in wave after bright-white wave. The white color behind my lids is so gorgeous. I wish I could capture it. But I doubt it’s a color that a camera can duplicate. It’s only a human soul who can see that color.
The color of love.
28
“I’ll get them,” I grumble as H parks his pickup truck at the local pharmacy, which is also a candy store, has a few antiques, as well as a few convenience items. His mom sold his car in California and last week he bought this wonderfully beat up blue pickup. Its engine is new and that’s all the guys care about, but me, I love the dents in the front end. I have no idea why, but I think the truck has a fun personality, maybe talks too much, and doesn’t mean to but wears its scars on the outside.
While I hide mine as best I can.
We’re on our way to the hospital for my appointment with my new obstetrician, Dr. Henrietta Stevens. I’m not sure if I ever said yes to the guys coming along. But here I am, in the middle of them, on a bench seat, scurrying to get out of the pickup before anyone else to buy more prenatal vitamins. I just ran out, and although my doctor might think I’m a nut, I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot by not having any on hand. Even though we are so close to being late to my appointment, I just had to have the vitamins.
Okay, I’m nutty. Crazy. Whatever. But nutty doesn’t sound quite as scary as…well, me. I’m frantically trying to roll over Jay as I get out of the truck. He’s looking at me like I just might need to take a valium. He’s probably right.
I didn’t completely take out Jay to get inside the pharmacy. But close, and I say I’m sorry as I speed into the store. Both men stay behind and I breathe a sigh of relief. God, I want them to be around me every second of the day, but for some strange reason I can’t stop thinking about them leaving me, throwing me away.
“Dee?”
In the vitamin aisle, I turn, searching for the voice who’s said my name. “Greta!”
There she is, my chipper and fantastic German friend. Seeing her here, makes my eyes water. She clasps me in a fierce hug, humming a happy note.
“I was going to surprise you tomorrow when I know you have more time.” She pulls away, gently holding my arms that are in my white puffy parka.
Although spring is in the air, with green shoots sprouting through the white snow, yesterday brought in a cold front and a sprinkling of powdery snowflakes. Greta’s in a thick coat too, but not the red parka I associate her with, but a pretty green peacoat that makes her look slim and lovely. And I feel like the Stay Puft marshmallow woman in my white getup.
Walking into the aisle are her two husbands. Well, she calls them
that, though there aren’t any laws that allow her to marry more than one man in Germany. However, she told me one of the polyamorous members she was on the tour bus with is trying to get enough signatures for a petition.
“What are you doing here?” I ask on a quiet whisper, feeling a tad baffled.
She shrugs. “I never got to say goodbye to you. And Werner” —she nods toward her more blond husband standing behind her, smiling at me— “thought I should be able to say goodbye. I got the time off from work and here I am.”
I love her accent and how excited she is. It’s contagious, and I finally break into a giant smile of my own.
After H and Jay gave me the most beautiful orgasm of my life, after we’d washed our sex smells away in the shower, I suddenly turned into a jerk. Or maybe I’ve always been a jerk. But on the way here, I was sullen and quiet and seriously pissed at the guys for…being so good to me. Yeah, that’s crazy and very much only a jerk would do that.
“But you have the big appointment today, yeah?”
I nod, trying to swallow away the sudden rock in my throat. I’m going to cry. I’m so happy to see Greta, I can’t believe she came here. And I’m a jerk to two of the most wonderful men the world has ever known. Damned stupid hormones.
Actually, damned stupid me.
“Do you want to come with me?” I ask before I really know what I’ve done.
Greta bats her long lashes, instant moisture filling her light blue eyes. Then she places a hand over her heart. “You—you want me to come? With you? I’d be so honored, my friend.”
After taking a shaky breath, I nod. “Yeah, I—”
“But your men…will they not go with you?”
I look down, now my eyes filling with tears. “They’re waiting for me. In the parking lot. And—they’ll go with me. I guess. Yeah, they’re going too.” The way I’m stammering embarrasses me, bringing heat to my cheeks and chest.
Greta looks over her shoulder and says something to her husbands who instantly leave the aisle, smiling at me sympathetically, which makes me feel even worse.
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