“Yeah, she’s got, like twenty inches of cock between us, right Mackenzie?” Luke spells it out.
“There’s no room for more.”
“Well, probably more like nineteen, right?” Jake interrupts. “You’re packing more like nine, if we’re honest,” he teases his friend.
“Dude, really?” Luke answers.
I can’t help but smile. On the lawn, Chris picks up his boombox and slowly retreats to his car like a lost puppy as the guys hold me between them.
Finally, after one more mournful look over his shoulder, he gets in his car and drives away and the guys break out into laughter.
“There, I think we solved your issue for you,” Jake grins down at me.
“Thanks,” I can’t help but smile back.
“So, is this what you always wear?” Luke asks and I swirl my head over to him checking me out in my short nightie.
Heat blooms over my cheeks as I realize that I’m still half naked between them. “No, I went back to bed. Ugh, this whole day has been a total shit show.” I shake my head.
“Well then, let’s brush that off and start again. How about you come over for some drinks? I think we earned a do-over, don’t you?” Jake levels me with his intense gaze.
“I think so,” I agree. “Just let me get changed.”
“Aww, I like this look,” Luke still slowly devours my body with his hungry eyes. I feel my nipples harden as they both stare at me.
“I’ll only be a minute,” I force myself to pull away from them and go back inside.
Damn they’re hot. I need to hurry, I don’t want to miss a second of this night.
4
Taking the stairs two at a time, I race to the top and quickly make my way to my bedroom closet. I know there’s no big hurry, but I’d like to get changed as fast as I can so I still have a little time to put on some lip gloss and eyeliner before I tackle my crazy mane.
Sch-wip, sch-wip! I slide the hangers across the bar and eye up my outfits. I decide on a flirty, short skirt and a form fitting tee. It isn’t long before I slip into a matching bra and thong and layer my choice of clothes for the night over top.
My feet fit snugly in my ballerina flats and I stop by my full length mirror to take a peek at the completed ensemble. Not bad, if I do say so myself.
My eyes travel over my body slowly, like Luke’s did earlier and a tiny shiver runs through me with delight.
I remember, when I could never imagine any guy looking at me like that. When I was in junior high and had a face full of hormonal acne and a mouth full of braces, I never imagined I’d ever be anything but ugly. The fact that my mother insisted I perm my short hair into tight, poodle-like curls didn’t help things either.
Now, my hair is more work, but I love how it flows over my shoulders and down my back like a trail of hot lava.
It doesn’t take that long to tame my casual curls into submission. Then with a swipe of lip gloss and some quick work with my eye-liner, I’m ready to go.
I check the time on my way back downstairs, it only took me twenty minutes. Not bad.
Making my way to the dining room, I linger in front of my liquor cabinet as I decide what to bring over. You don’t work for years at a classy bar and not learn a thing or two about booze.
I pluck a bottle of Monkey Shoulder from my collection of amber bottles of aged whiskeys and head out.
Rapping my knuckles against my new neighbors door, I tilt my head and listen as I hear someone walking toward the door. It sweeps open and reveals Luke with a grin on his face.
“Well, well, looking good. And you brought a welcome gift too, nice.” He lifts the bottle from my hand. “Come in, make yourself at home,” he moves from the door and I cautiously walk inside as if I didn’t just barge in here only hours ago.
In all honesty, it doesn’t feel like the same place at all. My mouth drops open as I walk into the living room, now completely put together. I twirl in the middle of the room, in disbelief that they’ve made so much progress on move in day. When I first came here, it took me a month to get unpacked fully.
“The place looks amazing,” I smile at my guests, both carefully watching me.
“Thanks,” Luke responds. “That’s why we started so early today, we wanted to have it done by tonight,” he explains.
I stare too long into his beautiful blue eyes, even after he has spoken. They’re hypnotic.
“How about a drink?” He holds up the bottle I brought, breaking the spell.
“Sounds great,” Jake agrees.
I nod my head.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Luke nods at the leather sofa across the room before disappearing into the kitchen.
I take a seat and Jake joins me. For once, he’s not staring me down with his deep brown eyes.
He’s not scowling or smug. Instead, he leans back and relaxes, like he hasn’t had the chance to sit down all day.
Judging by this place, neither of them have.
Luke returns with our drinks and sits on the chair across from us with a friendly smile.
“So, you mentioned you work nights?” He makes breaks the ice.
“Yeah, I’m a bartender at a whiskey bar downtown,” I answer and take a long gulp from my drink.
It goes down smooth, tracing a warm trail down my throat.
“Oh, cool. Is that where that guy came from?” He nods back at the door as if Chris is still standing out on the front lawn with a boombox.
“Yeah, he came in for drinks one night and became obsessive,” I explain.
“Not hard to see why,” Luke’s friendly smile evaporates from his face as he his gaze freely explores the curves of my body.
I clear my throat and look at Jake, who still hasn’t said a word. “So what do you guys do for a living? Are you brothers? Or...?
“Luke and I have been friends since we were kids,” Jake sits up taller and I notice how his muscular shoulders seem to grow even wider as he breathes in.
“Yep, this guy has had my back since grade seven. Wouldn’t trade him for the world,” Luke agrees. “As for jobs, I dabble mostly. I like to think of myself as an artist.” He brushes his shaggy, blond locks from where they’ve fallen across his bronze-kissed forehead.
In his skin-tight tee, I can’t help but notice his tightly coiled muscles and the deep cut ridges between his well-defined abs. For a second I picture my tongue running over every bump.
“That’s Luke’s way of saying he doesn’t get paid. He makes jewelry that he supposedly sells down at the beach. However, I think he spends more time on his board than at his table.”
“Dude, the waves are my inspiration. I get my best ideas when it’s just me and the ocean.”
“I’ve never tried surfing,” I admit. “I’ve always wanted to though.”
“You should totally come to the beach on your next day off with me. I’ll show you the ropes,”
Luke’s blue eyes brighten at the thought.
“Thanks, I might do that.”
“Don’t thank me, if I get to see that bod in a bikini, I’m the one who should thank you,” he smiles.
Normally, I enjoy a good game of cat and mouse, it’s pretty rare that I’ll go for someone so bold. However, I can’t help but smile at Luke. There’s something about him that’s incredibly sincere, and possibly, incredibly dirty.
I like it.
“Didn’t you say you’re a writer?” I turn in my seat and face Jake. His eyes narrow at Luke and then focus back at me.
“No, I believe someone else mentioned that,” he keeps his lips pursed.
So much for small talk.
“Hey man, tell her what you write,” Luke eggs him on.
Jake’s eyes flash as he gives his room mate a pointed look.
“He writes dirty books,” Luke continues, “tell her, dude.”
I watch as Jake sighs and takes a long drink from his glass, emptying it. “How about you get some more drinks, huh?” He hands his glass to Luke and I fol
low suit.
“Dirty books?” I don’t let him change the subject so easily. “What kind of dirty books?”
Jake rubs his hand over his dark scruff as the corners of his full lips twitch. When he looks into my eyes, I feel like I might melt right here on the couch. His eyes are so intense, I can’t make myself look away.
“The kind that make you pull your vibrator out from under the mattress because you get so worked up. The kind that get stuck in your head and make your heartbeat quicken when little flashes of the story run back through your mind. Those type.” His rich voice rumbles.
“Yeah, he writes erotica. Real filthy stuff too, and chicks love it. You girls are a lot dirtier than you like to let on,” Luke returns to the room with drinks.
I don’t answer. I slowly sip another glass of whiskey on the rocks as I think about how my own Kindle may have had a few stories like that on it from time to time. And by that, I mean tons of them right now. I wonder if I’ve read any of his?
“What’s your last name?” I search through the files of my brain for any erotica author’s named
Jake that I may have read.
“It’s Black. But that’s not the name I write under.”
“Well, what name do you write under,” I press him.
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” he trails his fingers down my arm and the room suddenly feels warmer.
“How do I know you’re not going to write some smutty story about me, hmmm?” I bite my lip and look up at him.
“Well, that depends on whether or not you give me something to write about,” his eyes quickly flicker over me.
“I’ve got an idea for you,” why don’t you write about a hot red headed girl who works at a bar?” I smile coyly.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Jake closes the gap between us on the couch,”how about I write about a stunning woman with hair like the extinguishing deep reds of a sunset,” he runs his fingers under my chin and tilts my face up to his, “who is completely ravaged by two men at the same time,” he draws his face closer until his lips are hovering over mine. I can’t believe how wet just the suggestion has made me.
I can’t believe how much I want him, them, to paint that picture with their actions instead of words.
“Show me,” I whisper, and Jake kisses me hard, his lips desperate for mine as I feel Luke sit behind me on the couch.
5
I didn’t realize that a couch could feel so small. Flanked on each side by Jake and Luke, the delicate skin on my neck is being sucked, kissed and bitten on each side sending zaps of electricity down to my clit.
Jake pulls up my shirt, sliding his large hands under the hem as I hold my hands up in the air. His strong, tattooed arms flex as he tugs me free from the fabric. Behind me, Luke makes quick work of unclasping my bra, exposing my breasts.
Jake’s breath teases my skin as he leans over me, billowing over my taut nipples. Pushing my arms together in front of me, I squeeze them together so my breasts invite his mouth to taste them. His wet tongue presses into my skin, tracing the side before hungrily pulling my nipple into the warmth of his mouth. I mewl as he teases each one, dancing his tongue over my diamond nipples in tantalizing strokes.
“Pull up your skirt,” Luke’s voice is ragged with passion. I pull the fabric up around my waist, his fingers slide under the elastic band of my panties as he guides them down my legs. No sooner than he tosses them to the floor, he puts his mouth on my trimmed pussy. The heat of his mouth makes me grind against his lips in anticipation. I can’t imagine what his tongue will feel like pressed into my pussy when only the warmth of his skin and the steam of his breath already has me on the edge. Luke licks his tongue over the opening of my mound and pushes open my swollen lips. I twist my skirt in my hands, holding it close so I can watch as Jake suckles and nibbles at my breasts while Luke kisses my pussy on his knees. I watch him flatten his pink tongue, delving it between my lips, sweeping it upward until a pulse of electricity zaps through my core as he finds my clit.
I gasp as he rolls his tongue over my sensitive nub, but get used to the heightened feeling developing between my legs. He flicks small strokes against my clit, making my ass tense up and clench as a warm feeling builds in my belly. His licking picks up, he twists his tongue over my clit in every direction driving me to the brink of my sanity.
I rock my hips toward his face, pushing his mouth down harder until a wave of ecstasy washes over me overwhelming my senses, making me shut my eyes and roll my head back. Another, stronger wave crashes through me. I cry out at the unexpected euphoria that pulses through me, shooting out through my limbs. Luke looks up at me with a satisfied smile.
“How about we take this party upstairs,” Luke stands up and extends his hand to me. I let him help me from the puddle I’m melting into on the couch, wearing only my skirt, I hurry up behind him on the stairs as Jake follows me, getting a full view of my naked ass in his face.
As we walk down the hall my knees are still so weak from my orgasm I have to cling onto both men for support. I enter the bedroom and only glance at the full, over sized bookcase and art on the walls to know without asking that it’s Jake’s. Everything is so neat, so perfect. It looks like a set for a movie not like a place someone actually lives. I look around the room for something, anything to be out of place, but nothing is.
Luke walks up behind me and pulls me back against him, I can feel the hard outline of his erection pressing into my ass as he grinds into me. Jake strips down quickly, ripping off his tank top and revealing that the tattoos covering his arms also travel across his pecs and over his shoulders.
Luke pulls my earlobe into his mouth and slides a couple fingers inside my pussy and I clench down tight as Jake drops his pants and shows that he wasn’t exaggerating earlier about his cock.
Moving around me, Luke takes my breast in his mouth, kissing my sensitive nipples softly. He releases my nipple from the pleasure of his mouth only long enough to tug his shirt off and toss it onto the floor beside us in a crumpled pile. I admire his fit physique, smoothing my hands down his brawny shoulders and down over his defined pecs, I notice how tiny my fingers look stretched across his strapping chest.
“You like being a dirty girl, don’t you?” Jake growls in my ear, swooping in behind me and effortlessly picks me up, leaving Luke to strip his pants. Dropping me down onto his bed Jake’s thick cock swings in my face.
Lowering my hands, I traverse across the six pronounced muscles in his stomach, which appeared to have been carved from stone, allowing my fingers to graze against the hollows between the well-defined abs.
“I do,” my heart is pounding with excitement and my throat is dry as I utter the words.
“Good girl,” Jake answers. “Now are you a really good girl? Are you on the pill?” He asks as he wraps his heavy hand in my long hair.
“I am,” my voice is almost caught in my throat as I imagine these two gorgeous men fucking me hard, without protection. I don’t mean to let out the deep, guttural moan that escapes my lips as I picture them both filling me with their cum.
Jake guides my face down to his cock and I waste no time taking him in my mouth. I feel the bed move under Luke’s weight as he moves in behind me and I immediately submit to his hand as he pushes me down onto all fours.
Luke rubs the head of his dick against the outside of my pussy and I position my hips to accept him. Jake holds my hair tight in his hand, his eyes full of fire as he watches more and more of his length disappear down my throat.
Luke pushes his member into my pussy all the way down to the hilt. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back against him as he bottoms out. His balls slap against my clit, making me groan with bliss.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I answer in moans, vibrating my lips on Jake’s cock, making him grunt in appreciation.
They both start fucking me hard. I bounce back and forth between them, I moan and grunt with pleasure as they find their rhythm on e
ither end me. Their cocks plunge into me like pistons in a well-oiled machine. Their pace picks up. Harder. Faster. We speak in garbled grunts and moans as I bounce between them feeling stretched and filled to my limit.
Suddenly, Jake pulls free from my vacuumed lips and Luke follows his lead also pulling out of my tight pussy. At first, I think they want to switch places, but when Jake jumps off the bed, I get confused.
“Where are you going?” My voice is raspy.
“Not far,” he smiles, stopping at his night side table and pulling open the drawer. I can see his grab a bottle from inside, and he holds it up in front of my face. “A dirty girl like you deserves to be fucked properly.” He opens the cap and pours some of the clear lotion onto his hand in a pool. “I want to put my cock here,” his fingers slide up between the cheeks of my ass and a shiver of passion runs through me, “while Luke fucks you here,” he leans over my pussy and swipes his tongue over me making me cry out.
I’ve never taken two guys like this before. It’s as thrilling as it is overwhelming. Thinking of feeling both of them inside me, down there, at the same time is making me wetter than I’ve ever been.
Luke lies on his back on the bed and pulls on my arms, “Come here, get on top of me,” he coaxes me.
“Ok,” in a simple word I give my permission to be taken, by both of them. Butterflies float through me as I slide my pussy over the Luke’s girth. He grunts with approval as I tense up around him, trying to relax as Jake slides his lube covered thumb into my asshole. I twist as he expertly maneuvers his thumb, helping me get ready for what’s to come.
Below me, Luke pulls my pebbled nipple into his mouth, his fingers are laced with mine and he pulls my arms over my head as he teases me. Behind me, I can feel Jake position himself and liberally lubricate his huge cock with more of the shimmering liquid.
Jake slowly, but firmly pushes the tip of his cock between my spread ass cheeks and stops when he meets my bodies’ resistance. “Relax,” he rubs his hand over my ass, and I try to listen. He pushes his thick cock inside and I’m completely overcome by the sensation of being so full.
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