Double Dirty

by Natasha L. Black

“You both saved me, a hundred times over. I can never thank you enough,” I said fervently, tears stinging my eyes. “I love you both so much.”

  “I love you too,” Rafe said, kissing my temple.

  I leaned my head against his shoulder. Leo lifted my other hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles softly. “I love you, Lexi,” he said. I nodded, too overcome by emotion to speak.

  I felt Leo’s arm go around my waist. He scooped me up, carried me in to Rafe’s big bed.

  “I told you we’d lock the door and make our own rules. Here we are. The three of us,” he said.

  “We’re all yours, Lexi,” Rafe said.

  I went to him and wound my arms around his neck, my face tipped up to meet his eyes. He was tall, bulky, every inch of him a man. I stood on tiptoe to press a kiss to his jaw. I felt Leo come up behind me, his hands on my hips, drawing me back against him. I reached behind me with one arm, draping my arm back around his neck. Rafe bent and slanted his mouth over mine. I shivered as his tongue breached my lips. Leo’s arm snaked across my belly, his hand sliding down until the heat of his palm cupped my pussy. I moved against him almost involuntarily. It felt so good, the warmth and pressure of his hand while Rafe’s tongue moved in my mouth, tasting me.

  The kiss was tender and deep, and Rafe cupped my face in his hands. We made our way, stumbling, to the bed. I was between them, my two men holding and kissing me. Leo kissed my neck while Rafe continued to take my lips with his own. I hummed a little as Leo wrapped his free arm around my waist, still cupping the hot place between my legs that grew more drenched by the minute. I finally broke the kiss, dizzy and breathless, and started pulling at Rafe’s shirt. Leo took off his own shirt, and I turned to unfasten his pants while Rafe muttered about how I was wearing too many clothes. I knelt so he could pull down my shorts and panties while I watched Leo shuck off his track pants.

  I was completely naked in the midday sun slicing across the bed between the blinds over the window. I saw the way shadows spiked across Rafe’s bare chest, along Leo’s face and neck. Instead of asking what was next, wondering how not to make it awkward, I just let it happen. There were some things that came naturally, and even though it would seem like threesomes would be tricky with lots of pauses and elbowing someone in the face by accident, it wasn’t like that in the moment. There were these two men I knew better than anyone in the world, men I felt close to and understood by. I was touching them in ways I’d wanted to since the days we met. Instead of feeling rushed, feeling slightly guilty for leaving someone out, I felt complete, whole in a new, beautiful way. I felt myself smiling. I turned so I could sling an arm over both of them and pull them to me for a hug.

  “You guys,” I said, shaking my head in glorious disbelief.

  “So do we flip a coin?” Rafe joked.

  “Rock paper scissors,” Leo said, faking seriousness. I laughed.

  Then everything got still and intense at once. As if a wild wind rippled through the room, silencing us, dialing up the sexual tension to eleven and beyond. I swallowed hard, turned to face Leo and kissed him softly.

  His hands were in my hair, his teeth nipping lightly at my bottom lip. I gasped at how good it felt, how turned on I was. Then Rafe’s big hands reached around and stroked my breasts, rubbing my sensitive nipples with his thumbs. I jerked, sucking air in at the powerful jolt of pleasure that slid suddenly down my spine. I held on to Leo’s shoulders and kissed him back with passion. His hands went to my hips and drew me into his lap. Leo’s long fingers slid between my thighs, just stroking teasingly back and forth, dipping into my folds and making shivers run over my body. Two fingers curled into my slit, driving a whimper from me.

  “Please, baby,” I said against his lips.

  Leo spread me open, guided his cock to the entrance of my passage. I was trembling, my arms, my thighs, everything shaking, taut with awareness. Rafe’s lips moved down the slope of my neck to my shoulder, his fingers pinching my nipples. He whispered to me then, and the brush of his lips on my ear, the heat of his voice charged me up, brought him intimately into the process.

  “You want it, don’t you? Both of us touching you, kissing you, worshipping you. You want my hands on your perfect tits just like this, and my voice in your ear when he fucks you. One of us wasn’t enough for you. You want both of us screwing you, touching you all over until you can’t hold out. Until you scream for more and then beg for mercy,” he said, his voice low and rough. It turned me on even more, the filthy words he said as he rubbed and twisted my nipples, making me cry out.

  Leo pressed the wet, velvety crown of his hard cock to my slit, rubbing my own moisture around, making a mess as I gripped his shoulders, my eyes dropping shut. I was overwhelmed with sensation, with the throbbing emptiness between my legs, the tightness of my nipples and the pull low in my belly of an orgasm building. The sensory overload was from having both Leo and Rafe, from being draped across Leo’s lap so intimately and feeling Rafe’s fingers, trail down from my breasts, dipping intrusively between my legs and rubbing my clit in slow, naughty circles as Leo penetrated me, feeding his dick into me inch by inch like sweet torture. I trembled violently in his lap, gripping Rafe’s arm with one hand, the other hand clutching at Leo’s hair. I needed both of them holding me steady or I felt like I’d fly to pieces.

  I felt jittery, restless, wanting more and faster when they seemed insistent on teasing me, making love to me with wicked slowness. A whimper escaped my lips when Leo finally thrust forward all the way, burying himself in my body. My inner muscles clenched around him and his arm around me brought my breasts flush against his chest. His tongue went into my mouth, stroking the roof of my mouth as he rocked me on his lap, on his cock. He turned and twisted, screwing me in every sense of the word, hitting places inside me that made me go wild and try to climb him even as Rafe stroked my clit with maddeningly deliberate movements. His teeth grazed my neck and he stroked me harder and faster as I bucked my hips against Leo. My bare stomach was pressed to Leo’s washboard abs, with Rafe’s wrist and hand between us, rubbing frantically as we fucked, slick and fast.

  “Oh God, Lexi,” Leo groaned.

  “Not yet, baby, please,” I whispered, rocking faster to get the friction I needed from Rafe, bucking forward so Leo could fill me up. I felt the root of him, the brush of his sac against my tight lips and I bit my lip at the sensation, at how far he’d buried himself in me.

  “I can’t hold out,” he said, his jaw set, his teeth clenched, lips rubbing against mine as he tried to master himself and hold back his climax.

  “I’m almost there, baby,” I said, desperate. I gripped his hair, tugged his mouth down over mine. He roared, his tongue plunging deep as I felt him spill inside me. I clenched around him, the flutters of my orgasm beginning. He fell back on the bed.

  “I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry. It was too much, and you felt too good. I’ll make it up to you,” Leo gasped, breathless, his chest heaving from exertion.

  “No, it was great, you were great,” I said earnestly, pulling away from Rafe’s hands long enough to kiss Leo softly.

  I turned to Rafe who grinned wickedly, “You ready for me?” he challenged. I looked down, saw his long, hard cock in his hand where he’d been stroking it as he fingered me. I felt my mouth water at the sight. I wanted him, wanted all of him inside me instantly. First, I crawled back across the bed to him and kissed his lips.

  “You make it hard for a girl to concentrate.”

  “I make things difficult? You should try teaching a self-defense class and acting like a professional when all you want to do is yank down a student’s shorts and eat her out right there in the studio in front of the mirror,” he said.

  I shivered at his dirty talk, at the very idea of it.

  “Then maybe I should sign up for private lessons. Do you take on private students?” I teased.

  “No, but I’ll take you now,” he said, his eyes growing dark with desire.

  There was an edge to Rafe, the
sensitive, considerate man I’d trusted from day one. He had a hint of danger, a knife’s edge to his voice and his eyes that promised a dark pleasure that might just be my undoing. He took me by the arms, hauled me against him.

  “That bastard nearly took you from us. All I’ve wanted since that moment was to be inside you again, to remind us both that you’re alive, that he didn’t take this,” he said, his voice ragged against my tangled hair.

  My body thrummed with desire, with the desperate urge to have him inside me. I wanted to beg already, when he was only holding me by the arms. He kissed me, sudden and intense. My arms went around his back, that muscular broad back that my eyes had lingered on that first night in class. Oh yes, I thought, at last.

  He bore me down to the bed, his delicious weight on top of me. Rafe spread my legs with one powerful thigh. I was panting, gasping for breath under his weight and the onslaught of his tongue. I rolled my head to the side so I could breathe, and he sank into me, his cock buried deep. I felt my slickness ease his entry, the heavy length of him driving all the way in with a single thrust. I cried out at the stretching sensation, the fullness. My back arched as he began to move, circling his hips wickedly, plunging into me without a second’s respite to catch my breath. I held on to his shoulders for dear life, the momentum of his heavy thrusts scooting me across the mattress.

  His gaze bore into mine. I had to shut my eyes to try and catch my breath. He caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard until I bucked under him. Then as he lashed my nipple with his tongue, I felt Leo above me, his mouth covering mine, lush and slow, with his skilled tongue as Rafe fucked me. I shattered then, even before Rafe could sink into me again.

  Rolls of pleasure dragged me under, racking my body with shudders as I came and came, screaming into Leo’s mouth with the intensity of the experience. Rafe pounded me harder, building to frenzy. My fingers clawed at the sheets beside me, feeling as if the earth itself were tilting and splitting in two as he gave it to me hard and relentless. I felt Leo’s teeth, felt an enormous pressure on my clit as Rafe pinched it before slamming into me with a final thrust. I screamed again and wept as a second climax ripped through me, a hot brightness radiating up from my throbbing clit as Rafe emptied himself into me, thick ribbons of liquid spurting inside me, dripping down my thighs as he finished. Quaking, I lay there, my head tossing ineffectually on the mattress.

  Leo pulled away, returned with a damp cloth. He washed me, so gentle and caring. My fingers tangled with Rafe’s as we lay side by side, spent. I started to drift off to sleep when wet heat shocked me. Leo put his tongue between my legs, his lips kissing my sex the way he’d kiss a lover’s mouth. My hips twisted, trying to get away from him, too sensitive and glutted with pleasure already. He held me down, his fingers gripping my hips, forcing me down onto the mattress and opening me with his tongue. Fiery strokes of his velvet tongue slid through my folds, probing every tender spot, flicking the underside of my clit in a way that made my vision go dark and blotchy. I keened and moaned. Rafe rolled toward me onto his side. He put my hand to his lips and sucked one finger into his mouth, tonguing it as if it were my clit. He raised his eyebrows at me, naughty. I wanted to laugh, but the relentless pleasure gripped me in its pitiless fist. I whimpered, too weak and overcome to form words.

  Bright violet spots filled my vision. My hips pumped against Leo’s mouth, shamelessly. Rafe kissed my palm, teeth scraping sensitive flesh. Slowly he kissed his way up my arm to my shoulder and neck. All the while, Leo licked and sucked me, drawing first one lip and then the other into his mouth, ravishing my clit with the flat of his tongue and then parting my folds to thrust two fingers inside me as he lapped at me. I was coming apart under his hot mouth when Rafe took my nipple between his lips and drew on it. I came up off the bed, keening high and long as if my chest had been ripped open when I came. Leo pumped a third finger into me as I started to thrash. Slowly, I stilled, Rafe drawing me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. Leo covered me with the sheet as the sweat chilled on my skin. Eventually Rafe lowered me onto the bed, my cheek resting on a pillow between the two of them. Leo stroked my damp hair and kissed my forehead. Rafe held my hand. We all drifted to sleep.

  I woke hours later to a hand insinuating its way between my legs. I stirred, parted my legs. I felt his thumb brush the tender lips of my seam. I wriggled because it felt good, better than good. I wanted more. I made a soft noise, never opening my eyes. I spread my legs for him, for the pleasure I knew he would give me. He rubbed something slick over my sex, then pressed his thumb deeper, past the entrance and into me. Curling it forward, I felt the calloused pad of his thumb rub a spot that seemed to shoot lightning through my body. I stiffened, twisting under his grip.

  “Rafe,” I whispered. I opened my eyes only to find thick darkness.

  “How did you know it was me?” he said, his mouth close to mine. I turned my face, rubbed my lips against his.

  “I know your touch,” I said as he kissed me softly.

  This was paradise.

  12

  Rafe

  I woke with Lexi curled against my back; her knees drawn up. I looked at the clock, remembered that Leo had an early shift that day which meant that I had her all to myself. I kissed her awake. She touched my cheek and smiled.

  “Good morning, handsome,” she said. Then she giggled. “That sounded so cheesy. I meant for it to be romantic.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. Pathetic. I’m no longer attracted to you at all,” I said, sliding my hand down the slope of her breast and capturing her nipple in my fingertips. I felt the goose bumps rise on her skin as a chill of arousal raced along her flesh. I dipped my head and mouthed her breast, tasting the salt of her skin, the pebbled texture of her taut nipple as I scraped my tongue against it. I loved the loud breath she dragged in, almost a comical sound, like a vacuum switching on. I laughed softly.

  “What? Are my breasts funny?” she said, gasping a little, trying and failing to sound insulted.

  “Not at all. They’re heaven. The sound you made when you took that big breath, it was like the noise of someone hoovering the carpet. That’s all.”

  “Nice. You’re the best at pillow talk, Rafe,” she said sarcastically.

  “What if I try less talk and more action?” I said.

  “What if I make fun of the noises you make when my mouth is on you?” she countered. I felt myself harden at the thought of her sweet, soft lips surrounding the head of my cock.

  I moved up her body, my lips against hers, licking into her mouth. I took her hands, laced our fingers together. “I need you again,” I said, my voice rough against her mouth as I caught her lower lip with the edge of my teeth. “Please.”

  “I’m a little—,” she murmured.

  “Sore?”

  “Yeah,” she said, turning her face a little shyly.

  “I love what we have together, all of us. The complete union of it, the fact that it’s this unbreakable—God, I don’t know, that sounds stupid when I say it out loud. I love you. If you’ll have me, I’ll—,”

  “I’ll always have you, Rafe. Here, in the kitchen, in the laundry room, across the hood of your car. You can’t doubt that now. You brought me back to life, both of you, and I’d walk through hell for you. So asking me to take you into my body again, that’s what I want. I want to give you everything. Maybe then you’ll understand how deep this goes,” she said.

  I took a long breath, swallowed hard because my throat felt tight all at once. I pulled her up into my arms and held her for a moment.

  “I need you, too,” she said, “in case you wondered.”

  I could taste the yearning in her kiss, could feel that she needed a tender joining. It had been easy for me to take her with passionate frenzy. To go slower, to be tender and vulnerable would be a challenge. I shied away from it at first. I was a man who had sex, a man who fucked. Not a man who made love.

  But I remembered vowing I’d do anything if only Lexi came back,
if only she survived the attempt on her life. If she could come back from an overdose, from being poisoned, then I could find the courage to be softer, more open with her. I brushed her hair back from her face, caressed her cheek. I banked my own desire, held it back, certain that I could control myself for her sake. For the sake of the closeness I wanted with her.

  Lexi dipped her head, kissed my neck. I liked it, liked it well enough that my first instinct was to growl, to roll her onto her back and spread her legs. I had to take it slow, to make this different but no less pleasurable. So I let her kiss my neck as I rubbed slow circles on her bare back, the ends of her hair tickling the back of my hand. Gradually, I moved her across me so she was lying on top of me. When she looked up from kissing my shoulder I could see understanding flicker across her face. She blushed a pretty pink that made me want to tease her about all the naughty things we’d already done. Instead, I trailed my fingers lightly down her stomach and smiled up at her.

  I wasn’t used to building anticipation, putting off my own satisfaction. I traced my hand down her side, into the curve of her waist and watched her wriggle a little and smile.

  “You were the opposite of what I expected, you know? When I met you, you were this sensitive, protective guy and then in bed you’re so alpha, so fierce and in control. I like you both ways. You don’t have to be anything else for me,” she said. She was sitting on top of me, totally naked, and I felt like I was the one exposed the way she saw my thoughts and knew what I needed to hear.

  “I’m not being someone else. I’m being what you need, which is all I want.”

  “I just want you. However you’ll have me,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

  Lexi rose up on her knees, smiling at me like the cat that got the cream. I fisted my cock and fed it into her as she lowered her lush hips over me. Her lower lip drooped as she gasped. I filled her, felt her spread her legs more to try to adjust to my thickness.