by Lynn Burke
Waking up in his bed, surrounded by his woodsy scent the weekend before, even without him beside me, proved dangerous enough, setting me on edge. Waking with him, snuggled together in bleary-eyed warmth, his yummy skin against mine?
Just no.
The sight of the two men chatting, Blake’s attention on my apartment, turned my inner heat up a few degrees. Both wore tight T-shirts and jeans that outlined everything denim ought to. My saliva glands woke.
They started across the road.
Shaking my head, I clenched my jaw. Already too far gone on Blake for a painless break-off, I needed to end things before enough passed between us to crush me. A deep fortifying breath and I pulled open my door before Blake reached the landing.
Reid stood down below, his slow sexy smile hitting me like a sledgehammer. I’d thought something was wrong with me when his handshake alone had flicked on all my arousal buttons two weeks earlier, but I’d been fucked every which way since then.
Butterflies dancing throughout my body, I turned toward Blake as he ascended the last step.
“You okay?” I asked, motioning toward the graffiti-covered job site.
“Yeah.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, blue eyes serious, his luscious mouth unsmiling. “Probably just some dumb shits bored out of their brains.”
“Did you call the police?”
“Nah. The fuckers didn’t damage anything that won’t be covered by brick.” He glanced down at Reid. “We’re heading out to grab some burgers and beer. Want to take a break from your studies and kick back a few with us?”
Double the hotness, double the trouble.
I bit my lower lip, attention flitting down to Reid. Our gazes locked, stealing my breath.
Nympho.
Heartbeat kicking up, I tried like hell to forget my bucket list and turned back to Blake. “Burgers and beer?” I asked instead of saying no and ending us like I’d planned on.
His sexy smirk and light shrug didn’t give me a damn thing but piqued my curiosity. Seemed my inner kitty wasn’t yet ready to stop playing.
“Give me a few,” I said.
“Take your time, little birdie.”
****
A half hour later, I sat on a barstool at some hole-in-the-wall pub a town over, hotness pressing into my personal space from either side. Two men plucked guitars for the early birds, their country crooning lending to the laid-back atmosphere.
Frosted mugs in the men’s hands and a martini in front of me, I fought to relax. We had chatted in Blake’s truck on the way, mostly the two of them kicking back and forth stories about college, with the occasional woman thrown in. I’m sure they had meant shared women.
The idea of being impaled between the two men and used for their pleasure lit all kinds of crazy hormones to life in me. Panties soaked, and, I feared, the jean skirt beneath, I’d squirmed on the truck seat where I’d sat wedged between them. The squirming continued in the bar.
Reid’s knee brushed against my thigh every time he twisted on the barstool—same as in Blake’s truck—which happened every couple of seconds.
“Do you ever sit still?” I asked him, lifting my glass.
“Rarely.” His smiling dark eyes caressed my neck to the gentle swell of my breasts stretching my t-shirt. My nipples hardened and he smiled.
I gulped down a mouthful of martini. “So.” I sat down my glass and went for safer ground. “Are you a closet Star Wars and Harry Potter fan, too?”
“Not me,” Reid said, as Blake laughed on my other side. “I’m a Trekkie.”
“No. Sir.” I took in his dark green shirt stretched tight across broad shoulders and hulking pecs, down to his faded jeans and work boots before lifting my focus. The flirt sure as hell knew how to use his grin and dark eyes to his advantage. I pressed my thighs together.
“Well,” Reid said, voice lowering as he leaned toward me. “What comes to mind when you look at me like that?”
While naughty thoughts tumbled through my brain, I glanced over at Blake. Grinning at Reid, he raised his glass in an air toast.
I couldn’t decide if his uncaring attitude toward another man hitting on me hurt or turned me on. Unsure, I turned back to Reid. “If I hadn’t seen a few pics of you hugging up on the other side of Blake’s blondes, I’d say you swung a hammer by day and made one lucky woman feel cherished every night.”
Blake barked with laughter.
“What?” I asked, swiveling on my stool to face him. “Flirt or no, he seems like the loyal, one-woman-man type. Unlike you,” I threw in for good measure as he laughed again.
“If anyone deserves the name playboy, it’s Reid Sullivan,” Blake said, still huffing with laughter.
I tossed a glance over my shoulder, the half martini I’d drained, I realized, hitting my empty stomach faster than expected. My eyesight took a second to catch up with my head. “Well?” I asked Reid.
“Captain Kirk is my hero,” he said with a shrug.
I laughed and faced the bar again as the bartender sat a plate in front of me. My stomach rumbled, and I dug in without waiting for the guys to get their food.
Another martini, a nice buzz, and I relaxed—until Blake’s hand found my knee, and he caressed up my thigh to where my jean skirt stopped him and back down again, keeping my panties damp as we finished our food.
“Ketchup,” he said, lifting a finger to wipe the corner of my mouth. The hunger in his eyes drew me in, and I found myself leaning toward him, needing to kiss his lush mouth. He met me halfway in a curious yet hungry kiss, and my lightheaded buzz intensified, leaving me breathless when he finally pulled away.
“Making me jealous over here,” Reid muttered.
Unsure I’d heard right, and buzzed to the point of recklessness, I leaned toward him. “What did you say?”
He grasped the back of my neck and kissed me. Hard.
“You smell so damn good,” Reid said, lips trailing along my jaw, his voice level letting me know he didn’t care if Blake heard. “I’ll bet you taste even better.”
Heat flushed through my body, settling in my cheeks and between my thighs.
Blake leaned over my shoulder, pressing me between their hard bodies. “She does.”
My bones liquefied as I stared into Reid’s dark eyes. He wanted me, and Blake all but gave him the go-ahead.
“Want to get out of here?” Reid asked me, reaching to run a few strands of my hair though his fingers.
“I … I don’t—”
Blake tugged me to my feet and leaned down to nip my earlobe, arm around my waist. “Bucket list, little birdie.”
Nervous laughter escaped me and I tipped my head back as Reid stood to loom in front of us. I shouldn’t have been surprised by the suggestion. Blake was a playboy after all. What better way to put some distance between us—and check off that mental box on my secret to-do list Blake knew about?
Two martinis fortified, I glanced between the two men, blue eyes and brown alike filled with the same lust rolling over me. I grabbed a hold of Reid’s hand. “Let’s go.”
Blake
My blood heated every time Wren had looked at me for approval or to test my reaction to Reid’s words and suggestions. While I enjoyed being a bossy fucker in the bedroom, I wasn’t interested in the whole D/s thing. I wanted women to have a mind of their own while fucking, put up a fight, draw some blood and leave me aching the next day.
I’d found that in Wren.
But driving to my condo, I kept my hands to myself, paying attention out of my periphery as Reid put an arm around Wren and tugged her against him. He sniffed at her hair, murmuring some more about how she smelled, how he couldn’t wait to bury his face in her pussy and eat her out.
Wren glanced at me, and I turned enough to smile my encouragement, hands in a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. This is what she wants. I hated the pings of jealousy that dug into me every time she moaned or gasped, but I would give her this one last thing before moving on.
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p; My chest ached at the thought, but I forced the pain away, fantasizing how Reid and I would have her. Focus finally where it ought to be, I found my cock twitching with every little noise coming from her lips.
Reid’s hand slid up her thigh and Wren glanced at me again.
I grabbed her left knee, widening her legs as far as her skirt allowed. “Let Reid touch you. Let him feel how perfect you are.”
Her breath hitched, head tipping back as Reid’s hand disappeared beneath the denim of her skirt. She moaned as he kissed down her neck, biting her nipples through her shirt.
“She’s so fucking wet for us,” Reid said, the muscles in his forearm flexing.
I imagined his fingers in her pussy, thumb flicking her clit, and my cock pressed against my zipper.
“Lean against me.” I put my right arm behind Wren, pulling her toward me. “Let him taste you.”
Reid shifted on the seat to face her, tugging her hips toward him so she lay half across my lap. I ran my hand under the front of her shirt, pushed her bra aside and pinched a hard nipple as Reid hiked her skirt up around her waist.
He palmed beneath her hips, lifting her to his face, and nuzzling, nosing her panties to the side. I forced my focus on the road, kneading and pinching her silken skin.
While cramped in the front of my truck, our hands, fingers, and Reid’s mouth on Wren’s pussy soon had her gasping for breath. I glanced down at her head on my lap, her mouth parted and eyes locked on my face.
“Give Reid your climax. Let him lap up every drop of your cum.”
Her back arched, teeth clenched on her lower lip.
“Use your teeth, Reid,” I said, gaze back on the road. “She likes the pain.”
A heartbeat later, a cry ripped from Wren’s throat and she shuddered beneath my hand.
****
Reid kept an arm across Wren’s shoulders as we made our way up to my condo. I longed to grab her hand, interlace our fingers but held back. My balls fucking hurt, and the zipper of my jeans dug into my cock.
I’d thought about offering drinks, lounging in the living room to play for a while, but couldn’t wait. We walked through my door, and Reid caught my eye for direction as he always did when we brought women to my place. I motioned with my head toward the bedroom.
He led her across my condo, and I followed behind, tossing my keys on the table as we passed.
Without preamble or words, Reid turned her toward him, tugging off her shirt as I slid the dimmer down on the lights and shut the door behind us. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her lips, Wren sagging against his chest, one of his arms circling her to keep her upright.
I would let him have her pussy. Her virgin ass belonged to me. I moved around them and Reid removed his arm, allowing me to press my body to hers, thrusting my hips against her lower back.
She moaned around Reid’s mouth, as he tangled a hand in her hair, arching her back to press her tight ass toward me.
I flicked open her bra and reached around to tug it off and palm her breasts, her hard nipples begging for teeth. Pinching her nubs, I scraped my teeth along her collarbone and dry humped her ass. She trembled between us, and the need to have her rolled over me.
I dropped to my knees, reached around to unfasten her skirt and tugged it down, pulling her panties off with it. Lifting one foot at a time, I untangled the material from her legs and tossed it aside. I sank my teeth into her ass cheek, eliciting a deep groan.
“Please,” she whispered on a pant.
“Lose the clothes and get on the bed, Reid,” I said, standing to wrap my arms around Wren. She leaned back against me, head on my shoulder. Threading one hand in her hair, I turned her head and crushed my mouth to hers, squeezing her tight.
Our tongues dueled, we bit each other’s lips, and I groaned at the need to bury myself in her body. I slid my hand down her stomach and cupped her soaked pussy, rubbing my palm against her swollen clit.
She gyrated her hips against me, moaning into my mouth.
I recognized the change in her body, the desperation in her voice. So close, too close. Tearing my mouth away from hers, I glanced over at Reid. Naked and stroking his hard cock, he sat on my bed’s edge, condoms and lube beside him. I nodded toward the foil packet beside him, and he took care of business while I led Wren toward him.
Rubber rolled on, Reid laid back, legs dangling off the edge of the bed and reached for Wren.
“Straddle him. Let him fill your tight pussy,” I said and stepped back to rip off my clothes, gaze on Wren’s ass and legs as she climbed onto the bed.
Reid slid his hands along her waist to her hips and lifted her over him. She sank down, and I grabbed my cock as Reid slowly filled her, causing a whimper to cross her lips. He dragged her forward, and knowing her clit wouldn’t take much friction without sending her over the edge, I grabbed the second condom Reid had left out and quickly sheathed myself.
“Lean over me,” Reid said, drawing Wren down and revealing her puckered hole to me. “Relax and let him in.”
I poured lube down her ass crack, enough it dripped onto Reid’s balls below. Fingers digging into her hips, I lined the head of my cock against her and pushed. She flinched, but I gripped her tight and thrust forward.
Reid swallowed her cry, and I fought to hold still, let her grow accustomed to having two cocks buried deep inside her. Sweat broke out on my forehead before she relaxed beneath my hands and the noises from her mouth turned pleasurable again.
I backed out so damn slow of her tight ass, jaw clenching to keep control. Sliding back in, I felt Reid’s cock through the thin membrane of Wren’s body separating us, pulling out. He pushed back in, and I backed off, setting a rhythm we both were well acquainted with.
Wren tore her mouth from Reid’s and lay her cheek on his chest as we picked up our pace, a moan leaving her parted lips every time I thrust into her ass. Reid’s eyes met mine, and I nodded.
He worked a hand between their bodies, and Wren gasped, body tensing beneath my bruising grip again.
“Take your pleasure from us,” I said, breathless. “Take what you want and take us over with you.”
A shudder wracked through Wren, and an animalistic scream ripped from her.
“Goddamn,” I ground out, fucking her as hard as I could, a rush of wind sounding in my ears as my climax roared up. Reid grunted and hollered, and I finally gave over to Wren’s spasms, shooting the condom full of cum.
Wren
My ears rang, my body ached, and I either passed out or fell asleep. A warm, wet towel wiped at the soreness between my thighs, but I didn’t have the energy to open my eyes or care. I lay like the dead, limbs jelly, light euphoria still soaring through my blood.
“Sleep,” Reid whispered, his lips brushing across my brow.
I managed a smile before exhaustion claimed me.
****
Warmth pressed against my front and back. Hands roamed across my skin, caressing my breasts and thighs. With a groan, I opened my eyes.
Reid smiled at me. “Sorry for waking you.”
“Mmm. Don’t be.” I stretched, taking stock of the body aches I’d expected to be worse. Each twinge of pain reminded me of the hard fucking both men had dished out. Insane—awesome.
Lips touched my shoulder at the same time a hard cock pressed against my ass. I reached a hand around and dug my nails into Blake’s ass. He bit my shoulder.
Moaning, I arched my back, pressing my ass against him.
“Did we hurt you?” Blake murmured against my skin as Reid’s fingers probed at the tender flesh between my legs.
“A good hurt.” I gasped as Reid pressed a finger into me.
Our bodies writhed together, fingers, lips, and teeth heightening our arousal.
“On your back, Reid,” Blake said, grabbing a condom from his bed stand. He tossed it to his friend. “And you, little birdie,” his eyes gleamed, “mount him backward and fuck him like you’ve only got one night left to live.”
Already panting, core throbbing and soaked, I did as told, Reid’s cock filling me in one downward thrust.
His hands grasped my waist and he groaned. “You feel so fucking good, Wren. Goddamn, I could fuck your hot pussy all night long.”
His words went right to my clit, and I whimpered a complaint about not having anything to rub against. I reached between my thighs, but Blake knelt in front of me, fisting a hand in my hair.
I dropped down onto my hands as he pulled, putting my face in line with his huge, pre-cum glistening cock.
“Open wide and take me deep.”
A gush of arousal soaked Reid’s cock and smeared between our thighs.
“Ah, fuck,” he ground out, fingers bruising my hips as he held me steady so he could thrust up into me.
I opened my mouth, and Blake slid his cock in, salty and tangy, to the back of my throat. Determined not to gag, I relaxed my jaw. A slow withdraw, and he pushed back in, perfectly timed with Reid’s cock hitting my womb.
I moaned around Blake, the sting of his pulling my hair keeping me from coming.
Held in place and fucked…
My limbs trembled, but the men’s hands held me stationary as they thrust into my body. Saliva and cum dribbled down my chin, but I shut my eyes, focusing on the overload of nerves and energy rushing through my body.
“Touch yourself,” Blake said, his voice strained and low. “I want you to come with us.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Balancing on one hand, I slid the other down my stomach, fingers finding my protruding clit. One languid rub over and back, and I paused, strung tight over the hard cocks impaling me. They slammed into my body in perfect rhythm, and I fought to keep my throat relaxed, my gag reflex at ease. I hollowed my cheeks, tongue laving as Blake backed off, pulling a groan from him.
Reid growled beneath me, his curses a mirror of the one in my own mind.
“Come, Wren. Fucking come,” Blake’s gasped words swept over me, and a mere flick of my clit gushed my pussy with cum, soaking Reid beneath me.
All three of us shuddered as one, the men bucking and hollering, their grips’ pain intensifying and drawing out my climax.
