Marla’s whole body seemed to throb at once with a gloriously deep desire, her head detaching from her shoulders, nipples tight and clit begging for attention as Tanner’s hand moved from her waist to her hair, grabbing at it and exerting the slightest force, just enough for Marla to feel who was in control.
All the same, she felt her own fingers closing around his belt loops and tugging, pulling him in closer, his knee slipping between her legs, his cock hard against her thigh. Her nerves seemed to come alive one by one, each moment that passed awakening some new place on her flesh that craved his friction. As his lips moved away from hers, she whimpered, wanting to feel his breath in her lungs, his tongue in her mouth…until that mouth began to favor her earlobes and neck, and his hand moved to cover one breast with a warmth that made her heart beat in double time.
Marla was flushed and panting, her brain giving up all its protests in the name of decency. She was going to let this guy fuck her in the men’s bathroom, and she didn’t give a single fuck. The hand in her hair yanked backwards, forcing her to expose her neck, and his mouth travelled down, leaving a trail of warmth where his lips graced her skin, her stomach boiling with desire. His hand on her breast teased her nipple through the cotton of her shirt, twisting it slightly until pain and pleasure mixed in a whirlwind of delirious sensation.
She didn’t hear the door opening, or shutting. She didn’t second guess it when the hand in her hair and the one on her breast was joined by fingers snaking up her thigh. She only felt pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure as those fingers slipped up past her shorts and then down her waistband before grazing her swollen clit. Only then did she gasp, eyes popping open, and feel the second body pressed hard against her.
“What the actual fuck!” she yelled, pushing herself off Tanner, only to stumble back onto another body, one as hard and hot as his. Swirling around, she found herself face to face with Cage. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She expected, for some reason, for him to be smiling and laughing, some sort of sick joke, but his expression was set in dire hunger.
“What. The. Fuck,” she said, stumbling away from the two men, both hands out as though to hold them off. But, though visions of force ran through her mind, the two men stayed where they were. The two men exchanged a quick glance.
“Worth a shot,” Tanner said with a shrug. Marla felt rage building inside her.
“Um, no, fucking…no. That does not make it okay to fucking…fucking…do….do whatever you just did! I came in here with you,” she said, pointing one finger in Tanner’s face. “Not you,” she continued, moving her finger to point at Cage.
“That’s fine,” Cage said, stepping to the side. “You’re not into it. We’ll find someone else who is.”
“What the hell,” Marla said, suddenly feeling like she was making an ass of herself even though clearly she was in the right. “Do you do this shit to all girls? I mean, is this some gay thing? It’s fine if it is but…”
“No, and no,” Tanner said. “But many girls find they rather like having two men at their disposal, rather than just one.”
“Um, not this girl,” Marla said. “You should really tell someone before you…you…do that.” She ran her fingers through her hair, huffing in shock and sheer amazement at their cockiness over the whole thing. “Can’t you find two girls to…”
“I don’t want two girls,” Cage interrupted, and he moved closer to her. Marla took half a step back, but felt herself drawn into his gaze. Powerful, demanding, raw. “I like having one girl, and watching her come again and again while we fuck her mercilessly.”
Marla’s mouth opened again, her lip quivering slightly. Her eyes were wide. Trying to take it all in: what he was saying, the way he was saying it, the way he looked at her while he said it, the pure virile power of his body…
She was as wet as she could ever remembering being in her whole life. Her pussy throbbed and ached, her clit screaming for attention over the slight tease that had been Cage’s fingers…
“So?” Tanner said, arms crossed around his chest. Marla’s attention turned to him, and she realized they were waiting for her to stay or go.
“I, uh…I have…I have to go,” she said, and before her body could take over, she pushed past them. But she felt a strong grip on her wrist and twirled around, heart fluttering somewhere between panic and desire. Her skin raised in goosebumps as Tanner smoothed her palm out before grabbing a sharpie from his pocket; while she stood, too dumbfounded to speak, he wrote out a phone number on her palm.
“In case you change your mind,” he said with a knowing look. Marla looked at her palm, then at him, then at Cage, then back at her palm again. Then she ran out the door.
When it shut behind her, she was panting, red-faced, and the whole bar seemed to be looking at her. No one was, of course, but she felt like she had the stench of sex and desire leaking from her every pore. Hurriedly, she scanned the room for Cassie; luckily, the tall blonde was drunk enough to be laughing louder than the music, and Marla rushed to her side.
“We need to go,” Marla said, whispering in Cassie’s ear. Cassie turned to her, slightly drunk, a smile lingering on her lips. That smile promptly disappeared when she saw the state that Marla was in.
“What happened? Whose ass do I need to kick? Point ‘em out to me! John, get over here and…” Cassie was looking around the bar frantically for the culprit while waving at John across the room.
“No, no one, Cass, let’s just go,” Marla said, pulling her friend towards the exit.
“Well, John’s our ride, I’m wasted,” Cassie said, resuming her waving. Luckily, John spotted her and strode across the bar towards the two girls. His face darkened as he got closer and saw Marla’s distress.
“Did those guys fuck with you? Marla, say the word and…”
“Ugh, no! No, let’s just go, please, I’ve had enough of being here and I just want out,” she said through her teeth, pulling Cassie towards the exit once more. John trotted ahead of them and opened the door for them. Marla noticed that he turned once; Cage and Tanner stood at the bar once more, and the three men shared a heated look.
Finally, the Cassie and Marla tumbled into the car. Cassie opted to sit in the back seat with Marla.
“Babe, I feel like a damn chauffer,” John complained, shutting the driver’s side door. Cassie shot him her lioness look and he turned away, silently starting the car.
“Marla, you need to tell me if something happened. We can do something about it…”
“Cassie, please, just trust me. It’s not…nothing awful happened. I just…I just got overwhelmed, that’s all,” Marla said, realizing as she said it that it wasn’t too far from the truth. Except that “overwhelmed” took on a few different meanings in the context.
“Aww, babe, I’m sorry. It looked like you were having fun,” Cassie said, hugging her friend in close. Cassie smelled like cranberry vodkas and lip gloss, but it was comforting to have her close. Especially since Marla had been left with a lingering arousal that made the whole world seem like a trippy sort of porno.
CHAPTER FOUR
After John dropped Marla off at her place, with both John and Cassie imploring her to call if she needed anything and John repeating that he’d “take care” of whoever had upset her, if she wanted him to, she immediately went to bed, forgoing even the hangover-preventing glass of water she was usually responsible enough to drink.
She tossed and turned for what felt like hours, feeling her body’s long, slow descent from the height that Tanner’s touch had brought her to. And Cage’s, she reminded herself scolding herself the next moment for even giving him the benefit of including him as a reason for her arousal. After all, she’d already been wound up, there was no way that finger would have felt anything but amazing.
Finally, she slipped into a feverish sleep.
Unfortunately, even in sleep, she couldn’t escape the desire in her breast.
She dreamed she was on a boat in the middle of nowher
e. The sun was high and glorious on her skin, the lapping of the waves peaceful and repetitive. She was lying back in a recliner, enjoying the cool breeze. A figure appeared beside her, and looking up she was delighted to see Tanner there, his black hair blowing slightly in the breeze, his cool blue eyes softly tracing her body.
He was naked, and Marla reached up to stroke him, feeling the blood pumping through his cock, her fingers lingering near the plush head. Suddenly, another figure appeared to her other side. Cage, Tanner’s opposite, with his short blonde hair impeccably coifed, his melting brown eyes similarly devouring her. He, too, was nude, and she reached up with her other hand, taking his erect cock and giving it the same attention she was giving Tanner.
She leaned in close to Tanner’s cock and licked the head, smiling up at him, only to turn and give Cage the same treatment. Tanner’s hands pressed on her head, moving her mouth down Cage’s cock; suddenly, she was on her knees, and while bobbing her head up and down on Cage’s dick, she felt Tanner’s fingers probing her slit, her juices running freely as he moved his fingers up and down, teasing her clit by rolling over it only to move down and tease her pussy by penetrating it slightly.
Moving her mouth from Cage’s cock, she turned to give Tanner her mouth’s attention, using her hand to pump Cage while her tongue rolled over Tanner’s head, tasting his briny pre-cum. Cage’s hands played with her breasts, making her moan, tweaking the nipples slightly as Tanner’s fingers continued their assault on her pussy, bringing her infinitesimally closer to orgasm with each teasing slide.
And then she was riding one of them, didn’t even know which one, while the other cupped her chin, fed her his cock one inch at a time. They were different but the same. It didn’t matter, the pleasure running through her body told her it didn’t matter who was who.
Especially not when she felt a thumb press against her clit as she ground herself down on the man below her, felt the cock in her mouth throb, felt a hand on her shoulder pressing her down while the other cupped her tiny breast, the hips below her thrusting upwards, filling her just as her mouth filled with seed, and she came like a train, the whole world one glorious sensation, a thousand hands tickling all across her body, her body filled with a pleasure she’d never known possible, until…until…
Marla woke up panting, a cold sweat making her blankets moist. Looking down, she found her fingers plunged between her legs, her fingers wet with her juices, her thighs painfully tense, a throbbing sensation in her pussy a reminder of the climax in her dream…a climax that, it seemed, hadn’t just been in her dream.
As she spread herself out, still panting, still sweating, utterly confused, she tried to make sense of what she’d just experienced in her subconscious. Marla didn’t even like blowjobs; Todd had asked for them all the time, and she’d obliged, but only out of some sense of girlfriendly duty. But the dream had been so vivid, the feeling of having her mouth and pussy filled at the same time something so arousing and erotic that it had made her explode with pleasure. In fact, now that she thought about it, that dream orgasm was a million times better than any orgasm Todd had ever given her.
People can have fantasies without wanting them to come true, she told herself, determined to be staid in her feelings that a threesome was disgusting and nowhere close to her actual desires.
But the dream stayed with her throughout the day. She’d be clasping together a necklace and suddenly remember it, and her shaking hands would have to rest on the table top for a moment before she could regain enough composure to complete the task. She barely ate all day, even though she was, by nature, a voracious eater. And that night, she was afraid to even go to sleep, worried about what dreams that night would hold.
As it turned out, she had every reason to be afraid.
The dream came again.
And so did she.
For the next three nights, in fact, Marla had the same dream – or some variation of it. Sometimes they were in her childhood bedroom – a setting particularly repulsive to Marla. One night, she had the same dream twice, waking up in the middle of the night and then again in the morning, both times with her body curled around itself and exhausted from the erotic Olympics of her mind.
At last, she was at the end of her rope. She was tired of the way the dream haunted her days, and her mind was wandering more and more even in the bright light of day. On the fourth day, she dialled Cassie’s number.
“What’s up, girl?” Cassie’s bubbly voice greeted her. “Ready to hit the town again soon?”
“Um, not really,” Marla said. “Listen, Cass –something did happen the other night. At the bar. With those guys. And um…I need to talk to you about it.”
“Oh my God – I knew it! I fucking knew something was up! Wait until I tell John, he’s going to…”
“No, no, Cass, not like that. It was something…weird. But not, like, rape, or anything. Okay, um, I don’t know how to say this but…”
Marla chronicled the incident in the bathroom and the subsequent nights of dreaming. Cass was surprisingly silent throughout the retelling, though Marla had almost been sure she could hear her friend’s impatience to weigh in on the matter. Still, after she’d run out of ways to explain her feelings, there was still a beat of silence on the other end.
“Cass?” Marla asked, suddenly and irrationally afraid she’d somehow offended her friend, that the one thing Cass wouldn’t tolerate was a desire to have sex with two guys at once. As though the body-positive, sex-positive, liberal-minded blonde had anything but an adventurous side.
“Oh. My. God,” Cass said. “That is the hottest fucking thing I have ever heard! Marla, you dog! I knew there was a wild side under all those boring t-shirts but…man, when you let loose you really let loose, don’t you? Whoo, go Marla!”
“Cassie,” Marla said, frustrated. “I don’t want to do anything in real life, I just need to know how to make these dreams stop!”
“Hate to break it to you, M, but it sounds to me like there’s nothing you want more in real life,” Cassie said pointedly. “I mean I can damn near hear how hot you are for the idea.”
Marla stayed silent, chewing on her lower lip. Was Cassie right? Did Marla really, really want this? If she was being honest with herself, the retelling of the story had made her pussy throb a bit, her mind flooding with the images of her dream, the feeling of those fingers sliding inside her while a second pair of hands pulled at her hair, fondled her…
“Listen,” Cassie said, her tone turning more serious. “I can’t tell you what to do. It’s your life. But in my opinion, the only way to know for sure how to handle the situation is just to go for it. Just try to meet them again and…you know…see what happens. You don’t have to make any promises. You can always back out. But…you know…you only live once. And do you really want to live wondering if you have a secret kinky side that could give you so much pleasure, knowing that you never even tried?”
“But Cass…what if…what if…”
“What if you do like it? What if you start getting it on and find yourself not wanting to stop?”
“Well…yeah…”
“Then you’ll have one night of awesome sex with two mega-hunks,” Cass said. “What’s so wrong about that?”
Marla sighed. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected from free-loving Cass. Had she wanted her friend to call her gross and crazy and weird? Or did I just want permission to act on my fantasies, she thought suddenly, the clarity coming to her like a sudden, cleansing rain.
“Listen, whatever you do, I’ll still love you, you know? And if it does happen, I want to hear every hot little detail,” Cassie said. “But I really have to go – I’m sitting in on a trial and lunch is about to end.”
“Okay Cass, thanks. You uh…you helped a lot.”
“No problem, Marla. Anytime. You know that. Love you! Bye!”
Cassie clicked off and Marla was left holding the phone, listening to the silence, her soul stirring as she thought about what would happ
en if she called, if she dialled that number that Tanner had written on her palm, the number she’d inexplicably copied down on a post-it before washing her hands clean…
And then she made up her mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
They seemed to be having some sort of quarrel when she walked in.
“Door’s open,” Cage had texted her when she was on her way. “Just come in.”
They’d told her to meet at Tanner’s apartment; the two men, despite their closeness, didn’t live together. Thank God, Marla had thought. That might make things just a little too weird.
She walked in and was immediately impressed with the studio. Minimally furnished in a black-and-white color scheme, with plush white carpet and a large black leather couch on one end of the room. A small kitchen area was set off in the back end of the apartment, somewhat dividing the living space from the sleeping space, which consisted of a huge, king-size bed. The walls were decorated with medals and black-and-white photos of fighters.
“Um,” she said, her eyes drifting around the studio to avoid having to make immediate eye contact with the two men on the couch. “Nice place.”
“Thanks,” Tanner said. Only when he spoke did she look at him; the two men were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, and Cage was wearing a somewhat bitter expression that Marla found less than comforting. But his face softened when he saw her nervousness, and he offered her a small smile.
“Welcome,” he said. “Come sit down. Wine?”
“Um, sure,” Marla said, taking a seat in between the men, with plenty of space on either side. “So…this is weird…”
“Not unless you make it weird,” Tanner said. He was drinking a beer, and Cage had left his own beer on the glass table in front of the couch. Marla heard the unmistakeable sound of a wine bottle being opened and poured. When Cage returned, wine in hand, Marla took it gratefully, taking a sizeable sip.
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