DoubleDilemma

by Tara Nina

  Earl parted her lower lips. The tip of his tongue circled her clit, sending tiny tremors dancing along the inner lining of her pussy. She would have crumpled to the floor if she weren’t cradled in David’s arms. The rub of his hard cock against the curve of her lower back increased the pressure rising in her pelvis. Damn, was she overheating. Emma Jean plowed a hand in Earl’s hair as his masterful tongue brought her first orgasm to fruition making her gasp for air. She tucked her other hand behind her back to touch the solid rod confined within David’s jeans.

  Looking over her shoulder, she met his hooded gaze. David caught her chin and lavished her mouth with a passionate kiss, while pinching her nipple at the same time. Life is good flashed through her thoughts as another wave of erotic bliss captured her system. While David kissed her and fondled one of her breasts, Earl lavished kisses from her pussy to her navel then stood and suckled the unoccupied breast in his mouth.

  Pressed between the two men she loved, Emma Jean was in heaven. Glorious kisses coated her flesh. Her nipples tingled from the attention. Moisture soaked her pussy, readying her for whatever they intended to do to please her. Earl stepped back and removed his shirt.

  “I need to feel you against me,” he said in a graveled tone. Closing the gap, he brushed his chest to hers as David cupped both of her breasts in his hands. Earl’s hands slid around her waist to capture her bottom. The sensations of David’s clothed cock gently gliding along her ass as Earl parted her cheeks made her sigh audibly. When Earl pressed his clothed cock to her pussy, sparks shot through her core and desperate need controlled her libido.

  “Fuck me,” she gasped. “I need both of you to fuck me right now, right here.”

  She grappled for the first zipper she could reach—Earl’s. Freeing his cock, she grasped it in one hand, while reaching behind her with the other and fumbling with David’s zipper.

  “Seems we have a very hot woman to please,” David said. His voice was low and its sensual timbre sent chills down her spine.

  “Seems we do,” Earl replied. His voice sounded just as strained with desire as he stepped out of his clothes.

  Emma Jean didn’t wait to see what they had planned. They’d made her so horny all she wanted to do was fuck. She shoved Earl onto the couch and straddled him before he could protest or move, taking him in one downward plunge.

  “Ah, just the way I like it, hard and ready for me,” she said on a heavy breath.

  “Emma Jean, I don’t have on a condom,” Earl pointed out on a panicked breath.

  “For once in my life I want to feel flesh on flesh,” Emma Jean confessed. She gathered his face in her hands and stared directly in his hot dark eyes. “I’ve never taken a chance on anyone like I plan to with the two of you. I want to feel everything without any barriers between us. And neither of you have to worry about getting me pregnant, I’m on the Pill.”

  “Then you’re going to love the way we love you,” David whispered in her ear as he leaned close behind her. She looked over her shoulder and met his hot passion-filled gaze. Before she knew what happened, David helped Earl stand with her wrapped around him. His cock burrowed deeper as she hugged his waist with her legs and held on to his neck for support.

  “Take her into the bedroom, Earl,” David said. “I’ll be right there.”

  Chapter Nine

  David couldn’t believe he was doing this. Sharing a woman. Not just any woman, Emma Jean, the woman he loved with every beat of his heart. Knowing his way around her kitchen, he found the items he needed quickly. Syrup dripped as he poured it from the container into the warming carafe. He knew she liked breakfast but hadn’t realized just how much until he learned she purchased maple syrup by the gallon jug.

  He couldn’t help but smile as he placed the glass carafe into the microwave for a minute. Every few seconds, he tested it. He wanted it soothingly warm, but not hot for what he had planned.

  He wrapped a kitchen towel around the carafe and hustled to the bedroom. In the doorway, he froze. Earl lay back on the bed while Emma Jean rode him. For an instant, he flashed to another moment in his life. His heart hurt and his mouth dried. Unable to move, his gaze locked on the woman he loved having sex with another man. Up, down, she bounced. Sweat glistened her skin. Moans filled his ears. Looking over her shoulder, Emma Jean shot him a gaze that fried his brainwaves.

  “Umm,” she sighed loudly, never missing a beat on Earl’s cock as she looked at David. “Is that syrup I smell?”

  Licking his lips nervously, David managed to find his voice, but could only speak one word. “Yes.”

  He closed his eyes for a moment and prayed she didn’t read his fears. He’d already lost one woman to another man—no, a multitude of other men, he reminded himself. Emma Jean was different. When he opened his eyes, Emma Jean stood directly in front of him. Had he been standing in the doorway longer than he thought?

  This time she didn’t fumble when she grabbed the front of his jeans, unzipped and reached inside. Flaming green eyes stared at him as she stretched upward. Hot breath tickled his ear as she spoke.

  “I will always love you, now and forever.” She touched his chin and met his gaze. When she continued, he knew she understood his fear. Somehow she knew about LuAnn. Though she didn’t exactly say it, her words revealed the truth while her eyes warmed him with nothing but pure love. “You and Earl are the only men who will ever fulfill my sexual needs.”

  In slow motion, she lifted his shirt. Earl slid off the bed and stood behind her. He took the syrup from David. With her being a good bit shorter than his six-foot-two frame, she struggled to get the shirt over his head, so David helped. The tip of her tongue spiked each nipple in a short teasing burst. Instantly, his cock hardened again. She shoved his jeans down his legs and he stepped out of them. He wore no shoes, socks or underwear so it was easy to undress. They landed in a jumbled heap in the hallway behind him.

  “Earl, would you be a dear and fill my palm with some syrup?”

  David swallowed. He couldn’t help but watch Emma Jean’s every move. She held her hand open while Earl poured until she told him to stop. Dipping her forefinger into the sticky pool, she coated it with syrup. The breath hitched in his chest when she decorated her nipples and pinched until they stood at full attention. Once each was thickly coated, she turned to Earl, poked her chest out and stated on a breathy command, “Suck the left one clean.”

  He suckled and lapped while David watched. Never had he thought something like this would have turned him on, but it did. Each time Earl tugged on Emma Jean’s nipple, David’s nuts tightened and his cock twitched. Anticipation brewed. When would it be his turn?

  As if she heard his thoughts, she cupped her other breast and nodded. “It’s lonely.”

  Not waiting to be told twice, David latched on. Syrup never tasted so sweet as it did mixed with the essence of Emma Jean’s skin. It amazed him it didn’t bother him that Earl continued to nurture her other breast, while he teased and tasted this one. Once the task was complete, she urged them from her breasts. Still cupping her hand full of syrup, she lowered to her knees in front of David. Earl knelt behind her, massaging her shoulders and back.

  Slowly and deliberately, she smothered David’s cock in warm syrup. The sigh that escaped from deep within his throat couldn’t be helped. Sticky warmth coated his flesh. The aroma of syrup teased his nose and increased his hunger—not for food but for Emma Jean. In long caressing strokes, she ran her tongue along the length of his shaft, up and down, over and over, until she surprised him and took him partially into her mouth. Hard suction on his plump head nearly buckled his knees and had him grabbing the doorjamb for support.

  In, out, she repeatedly fondled him with her mouth, sucking the syrup from his most sensitive parts and taking him slowly deeper down her throat. He’d never look at syrup the same again. He knew the scent alone would definitely trigger this memory. Looking at Earl, he noted the flared nostrils and hooded gaze as Earl watched Emma Jean suck David’s c
ock. Earl’s hands caressed Emma Jean’s breasts. Again he realized, having Earl present didn’t hamper the sexual experience. Instead it increased the erotic vibe of their coupling and turned David on even more.

  Emma Jean deep throated David’s cock and set him on the verge of coming. David looked down, laced his fingers in her hair and gasped. “Emma Jean, you’re killing me. Not sure how much longer I’m gonna last.”

  Her chuckle tickled the length of his cock as she slid it from her mouth. One last hard, tight-lipped suction on the head and she released it. Earl took one hand while David the other and they helped her stand.

  “My, my, you’re a sticky mess,” she practically purred.

  Earl walked into the master bathroom.

  David took her in his arms and planted a passionate kiss to her lips. He plundered her mouth and loved the lingering flavor of syrup. He ran the tip of his tongue along her lips as he separated from their kiss. “Syrup will always be my favorite part of breakfast from now on.”

  “Then you’re really going to love when I make pancake pasties and you have to eat them off.”

  Lowering his brow to hers, he laughingly admitted, “It’d be my pleasure.”

  When he stepped back, his cock stuck upright against her lower abdomen. Emma Jean quipped, “Guess I used too much syrup.”

  David laughed as he gently parted his highly sensitive cock from her flesh. Earl returned with a warm, soapy cloth and an oversized bath towel. Delicately, he washed Emma Jean’s hands then handed the cloth to David.

  “Emma Jean gets special attention and all I get is the cloth.” David couldn’t believe the joking comment that came out of his mouth, but it was too late to stop it.

  Earl shot him a don’t go there look. “She’s prettier and has nicer equipment than you.”

  “Agreed,” David said as he cleaned the stickiness from his cock. With a grin, he turned his gaze to Emma Jean. “That wasn’t what I had planned for the syrup.”

  “Oh?” She reached for his cock and he noticed she had Earl’s in her other hand. “Care to show me what you had in mind?”

  “As you wish.” He tossed the cloth to the floor then swooped her up in his arms giving her no choice but to release both of their shafts. He nodded at Earl. “Spread the towel on the bed. We don’t want to ruin the sheets.”

  Earl turned down the bed, dragging the covers and the top sheet to the foot of the bed. He placed the oversized bath towel in the center and spread it out. David laid Emma Jean on the towel. He grabbed the syrup from the nightstand where Earl had set it when he went to the bathroom earlier for the cloth.

  “Roll over,” he commanded and Emma Jean listened. Once she was in position and comfortable on her stomach, he paused. She was a vision of phenomenal beauty. Her trust in him astounded his intellect. She did as requested without question. God, he loved her even more. He hoped Earl didn’t notice the slight shake in his hand as he slowly poured warm syrup down her spine from between her shoulder blades to pool at the dip in her low back just above her buttocks.

  No words passed between the men. They fell into tempo massaging her flesh with the warm, sticky goo. The scent of maple syrup intensified the erotic mood. Earl sat at her head and worked her upper back while David sat beside her waist and rubbed her lower. When he massaged the round firm globes of her ass, he noticed Earl lifted the carafe from the bed. Earl held the carafe over her bottom and poured the syrup so it ran between her cheeks.

  Emma Jean’s audible “Umm” was the only encouragement he needed. David ran his tongue along her spine from the base of her neck to the curve of her lower back then straight down the slit of her ass for as far as he could reach from his position at her side.

  Earl moved quickly to the foot of the bed and in between her legs. The carafe was no longer in his hand. He spread her syrup-covered cheeks and dove into the perfect breakfast feast. Instantly, she opened her legs wider giving him easier access. He licked syrup from the crevice of her ass to her pussy. Back and forth he gathered her essence entwined with the lingering flavor of maple. The shift in Emma Jean’s position made him look up her spine to the head of the bed. David leaned against the headboard as Emma Jean caressed his cock in her mouth.

  From the strained look on David’s face, Earl sensed he wouldn’t last much longer. Knowing Emma Jean wanted to fuck two men at once, he was determined they didn’t fail at their first attempt. Though he could eat her all day, he lifted from her bounty and tugged at her hips, causing her to lift to her knees.

  “David, reach in the nightstand drawer and toss me the lube then slide under her. It’s time we give the lady her birthday wish.”

  He caught the tube, slid off the bed to stand and coated his cock. Fucking Emma Jean’s ass would be his pleasure. A pleasure he’d enjoyed every time it had been his turn to spend the night with her this past week. Now there would be no nights without her and it didn’t matter he’d have to share. In his heart, he knew he loved her and she loved him.

  He glanced at David as he got into position underneath Emma Jean. She straddled his hips. The sight of David’s engorged cock poised for entrance into her heat made him even harder. Emma Jean ready for sex was the most beautiful image he’d ever seen and would never forget. It excited Earl even more knowing they were about to fulfill one of her sexual fantasies in what he hoped was a long list of erotic adventures the trio would share.

  When she looked across her shoulder at him, his fantasy woman welcomed him. Reality hit. She was real. She existed and lived to experience ultimate pleasure in every sexual way possible. God, she was perfect for him. He’d wandered for so long, lost and confused until she crossed his path. The memory of the first time they had sex in this bed filled his thoughts. He’d been out of the hospital for over a week.

  She’d picked him up at his place and brought him here. Chills skittered down his spine as he remembered how she lovingly helped him bathe and washed his hair, taking extra care not to wet his stitches. After making him dinner, they cuddled on the couch. It took him hours of snuggling, caressing and kissing to convince her he was well enough to participate in sexual activity again.

  He couldn’t help but smile at her reminding him he’d have to take it slow and stick to conventional sex until he was well. No wild and wicked positions, whips or bondage, he remembered her words exactly and it tickled him to know she cared. She opened up to him that night giving him full access to her heart and he refused to hurt her.

  He loved her. Heat from the memory of their lovemaking that night filled his soul. Phantom sensations of her touches caressed his skin and made his balls tighten as he coated his cock with lube. His insides quivered with anticipation and he hoped he didn’t fail her expectations. He leaned forward, kissed her lips, thankful he’d found her. For her, he’d do anything—even share her with David.

  On a heated breath, he said in a sensual tone, “Fuck him, Emma Jean. Show David how wet and ready you are to be pleasured by your men.”

  This was a dream come true. Emma Jean slid onto David’s cock in a slow, deliberate glide. She liked the way his cock filled her pussy. Its thick girth caressed her inner muscles with tender care as she pumped up and down. His hands on her hips gave her added support in her actions. Not to mention she loved the gentle, yet firm grip of his fingers to her flesh. She rolled her hips back and forth as she purred.

  “Fuck me, David. Fuck me hard.” She knew he liked when she told him to fuck her.

  The use of such a dirty word usually enticed a magnificent response from David. Not this time. Instead he slid slowly in and out. He delivered his cock to the hilt then did a tortuous removal, leaving only the plump head inside. Over and over he tormented her pussy. When she tried to increase the tempo, his grip tightened on her hips refusing to let her lead. She stopped, seated with his cock deep within her pussy and met his gaze.

  “Keep it slow, Emma Jean, if you want us both to fuck you at the same time.”

  His strained tone and the look in his e
yes told her everything. David struggled not to come. She lowered to his chest and placed a tender kiss to his lips. Whispering against his lips, she proclaimed, “This is the first day of our lives together. We can experiment as much and as often as we want.”

  David smiled. “Pleasing you is all we want to do.”

  He gathered her head in his hands and kissed her. Running her tongue around the inside of his mouth, she gathered hints of maple syrup flavor mixed the phenomenal male essence that was distinctively David. Blindfolded, she knew she could tell her men apart simply from their kiss. And by the shape of their cocks. The thought almost made her giggle but she refrained.

  Closing her eyes, she pictured the well-endowed pair and couldn’t believe how lucky she’d gotten. Each was unique in his own way. David’s cock was thick in girth, with a plump head and great length when fully excited. Earl came packed with a phenomenal, healthily proportioned long cock. She noticed it tended to hook to the left when he was ready to fuck.

  When she felt the bed dip, she lifted from David’s kiss to look over her shoulder. Yep, Earl’s cock was curved slightly to the left and glistened from the lube. He was ready. Was she? Emma Jean swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She’d never fucked two men at once. She’d dreamed about it. She’d convinced these two gorgeous men she loved that she wanted it. But could she do it?

  As Earl situated himself between her legs, David caressed her arms. Emma Jean repositioned causing David’s cock to slide out to about halfway instead of fully embedded. David cupped her face and gently turned her to look at him. He must have read the indecision in her eyes. Concern filled his whispered question. “You sure you want to do this?”

  Unable to voice a sound, she simply nodded. It was now or never and she wasn’t about to back down, because of… Because of what? Emma Jean riffled through her thoughts and dug deep for what truly concerned her. Then it hit and she couldn’t stop the realization of her fears from forming words and escaping.