Breakfast at Tiffany’s

by Ann Cory

  Breathe, she reminded herself. Just breathe. Her lips still felt bee-stung from their insanely hot kisses. Though nothing compared to the feel of him moving inside her.

  Shane had been bigger and thicker than she thought, but she loved every manly inch of him. He helped quiet the restless ache inside her. She had no idea how she could take all of Marcus in such a sensitive place, but she didn’t want to spill the beans that it would be her first time with anal sex. The thought had always intrigued her. Any minute her ultimate fantasy would come true.

  Tiffany spread her hands along Shane’s chest. Felt the hard ripples of muscle beneath his smooth skin. She liked the way he watched her, his eyes brimming with heat.

  She continued to ride him and dangled her nipples over his mouth. It had felt so good that she wanted more of it.

  “Bring them closer,” he urged.

  Tiffany teased his lips until he hooked one nipple with his lips. She watched him intently. The way he nipped and worked the bud between his teeth. Each drawn out suckle made her clit pulse. He tugged a little harder, and it set her senses on fire.

  About that time she felt an exotic coolness along her anus. She gasped and stilled her hips.

  “Tell her what you’re going to do, Marcus. She likes to hear the dirty talk.”

  She couldn’t deny it.

  “Well, sweetheart, I’m going to lube your ass up real good, and then slide my finger inside your taut little hole. I’m going to wait while you open up, and then slide it in and out. When you’ve relaxed, I’m going to open you wider with a second finger.”

  Her body trembled in answer.

  As he gently worked her rim, she made herself relax.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  The lubrication helped blunt most of the pain as his fingers worked to open her tender tissue.

  Shane continued to tether her nipples with his teeth. She heard the familiar sound of a foil wrapped and turned in time to see Marcus sheath his cock.

  “Okay, love, I’m going to ease in slow.”

  She couldn’t help but hold her breath in anticipation.

  His cock rested at the entry of her anus, and ever so gently pushed against the tight rim. At the same time, Shane sucked on her nipple, a slow languid suck that made her cry out. She felt Marcus spread her ass cheeks wide. Her pulse beat loud inside her chest. Again she felt the coolness of the gel.

  “Just a little more. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She nodded and clutched Shane’s shoulders.

  He teased her with a few fingers and then breached her opening with his thick cock. Inch by bliss-filled inch.

  It burned for a brief second but turned to pleasure as they both thrust into her to the hilt. She unleashed a guttural cry, not caring about the volume. She’d dreamt about how it would feel, but never knew the level of intensity she would experience. Heat climbed her body from her toes. Each swift stroke took her to a heightened state of euphoria.

  “Feel good sweetheart?”

  “Mm, oh yes,” she moaned.

  She loved it. Loved how they filled, stretched and expertly fucked her.

  Skin against skin against skin. A trio of warm, moist bodies moving together in perfect cadence. With her body in their hands to do as they pleased, she let herself go, and with each thrust her insecurities melted away. This was right. Right where she’d longed to be. Sandwiched between two hard bodies and two hard cocks. She listened to their ragged moans and knew this was paradise.

  They continued thrusting into her. Shane’s hands bringing her into him and Marcus jack hammering her from behind. An orgasm surged low in her belly and built up quickly into a storm. Her legs and body were weak and she could barely hold on.

  “Come for us,” Shane pled. “I want to feel your pussy cream my cock.”

  Her eyes blurred. The words made her want to come.

  “Almost,” she whispered. “Almost there.”

  They thrust into her faster, harder. She thought she’d pass out, her pulse throbbed so fiercely.

  “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s it,” he coaxed. “The way you clench my cock is insane. I can’t hold back much longer, and I know Marcus can’t either. Come for us. Let it go. Let it all go.”

  Faster and faster they impaled her until a spark ignited. Blood swirled in her ears and she swore she saw stars. She cried out, followed closely by Shane and Marcus’ throaty groans. Even with the condoms on she could feel the force of their climax inside her. Their rapid thrusts slowed and then stopped altogether.

  Marcus withdrew first and sat on the couch. She slid off Shane’s lap and nestled herself between them.

  “You okay,” asked Shane.

  All kinds of wistful emotions tumbled around inside her. “I’m more than okay. I’m fantastic.”

  “We didn’t hurt you, then?” Concern sprinkled Marcus’ eyes.

  “I might be a little sore in the morning, but I was far too busy enjoying myself. You boys took care of me real good.”

  Shane trailed his fingertips along her arm. “As long as you’re pleased.”

  “Oh, I am. And then some.” Tiffany sighed and melted further between them. She likened her body to that of pudding. Legs all mush. Her intimate parts numb except for the occasional spasm. She expected to be more self-conscious than ever, but she was content.

  “Tell me honestly, how long have you been planning to seduce me?”

  Marcus put up his hand. “Since this morning. I swear.”

  “Now, hang on a minute, man,” Shane interrupted. “We’ve been planning to seduce her for many years. We finally decided to go through with it this morning. It depends on how you look at it.”

  She laughed. “I see. Tempt the girl when she’s most distracted.”

  “Something to that affect.” He winked. “It worked.”

  “Yeah, it worked. I’m curious, though. Is this something you two have done before?”

  “Had sex? Yeah, hate to say it, but we have.”

  She groaned. “No, I meant do you guys regularly share women?”

  Marcus shook his head. “No. You’re the first and only.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  When feeling returned to her legs, she pushed herself up and walked into the kitchen. A permanent grin covered her face while she dressed. Each movement a reminder of where they’d been. How they’d touched. How deep inside her they’d reached.

  Tiffany did a quick clean up job and rinsed the blender out.

  “I’m going to mix up the next smoothie,” she called out. “I hope you boys still have an appetite.”

  “Are you kidding? I’m famished.” Her stomach grumbled as well, but not for anything she could whip up in a blender.

  She started on her Berry Baby Bliss while Shane and Marcus dressed. When all the ingredients were combined, she started up the blender. This time she remembered the lid. Though looking back now it had been the prelude to one hell of a morning. She grabbed two tall glasses and was about to pour when she noticed them watching her.

  “Yes?”

  Shane leaned on the counter with his elbows. “You’re glowing.”

  Her blood raced. “Am I?”

  “Yes. You’re radiant.”

  Marcus nodded.

  “What can I say? I’m happy. All I need is for tomorrow to go right.”

  Marcus grabbed a glass and downed it in a few big gulps. “Delicious. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Whichever five favorites we come up with won’t be an easy decision. So far all your smoothies are topnotch.”

  Shane finished his glass and put it upside down on the counter like he was in a bar. “Damn that was good. Really, you have nothing to worry about. And the competition will freak when they get a taste of your creations.”

  “Thanks, guys.”

  It was close to seven when she served them her last smoothie. The hard part would be narrowing down thirty-five different blends to the top five.

  She
listened as Shane and Marcus discussed their favorites with each other. Never mind that they sounded more like movie critics, it made her feel on top of the world. For all their pranks and good-natured sides, they knew when to be serious. Finally, they handed her a piece of paper.

  “Here’s are list of the top five. Banana Cabana, Rustic Raspberry, Liquid Sunshine, Berry Baby Bliss, and Tropic Tango. Make no mistake, they are all amazing, but those are the best. Hands down.”

  She nodded and looked over their comments and ratings.

  “Okay, I’m going to trust you on this. Your opinions matter most to me. They always have.”

  Shane chuckled. “We’re just glad you took our opinions on some of those losers you dated.”

  “Excuse me? According to you, no one was good enough for me.”

  “Nope. No one guy. But there were two we highly approved of.”

  “It would seem I lucked out in getting the best two.”

  They stared at her with their smoldering good looks and she couldn’t take it any longer.

  “Okay, it’s time for you guys to go. I still have a ton of stuff to do to get ready for tomorrow.”

  Marcus helped Shane push the coffee table back. “Are you sure?”

  She’d never look at that couch the same way again. “Yes, I’m sure. You guys are the best. Now out with you. The sooner you go the sooner my mind can start functioning again.”

  Shane opened the door and stopped halfway out. “Good luck tomorrow.”

  “Be sure to give us a call and let us know the good news,” added Marcus.

  “You bet.”

  She watched them until they were out of her sight, and closed the door. With her back against the wall, she glanced around the room and let it all sink in. Other than the five smoothies that she planned to make in the morning before the interview, everything else was ready. It wasn’t that she wanted them to go, but she needed some time alone to process everything that had taken place.

  The change from friends to lovers had gone much smoother than she ever thought possible. Maybe she’d overanalyzed it too much, or perhaps she hadn’t been mature enough to know what she wanted. Now it was clear, and it felt good to have everything out in the open. No more tiptoeing around the obvious. No more wondering about how to behave around them; she could just be herself. Even if that meant wearing nasty colored panties with vulgar sayings sewn on them. Even if that meant not having the perfect body, or not doing everything right all of the time. Whatever her flaws, she’d managed to snare the affections of two hot hunks who were both her best friends and lovers. Best of all, she didn’t have to choose between them.

  Tiffany shook her head and got started cleaning up the kitchen. Somehow she had a feeling she’d sleep well tonight. Maybe that banana would make a different kind of appearance in her dream.

  Chapter Four

  Tiffany sat in the waiting room of the bank with about twenty other hopefuls to get their projects up and running. Her knees bobbed up and down while she waited for her name to be called. She’d dressed in a soft white blouse and a black A-line skirt that, in her opinion, made her look elegant and business-like. She hoped the committee agreed. Beside her sat the cooler filled with her smoothies and a briefcase with her notes, charts, and visual displays. She was ready and she knew it.

  A loud buzz of an intercom interrupted her mental checklist. She watched the receptionist answer, and then stand, motioning toward her. “Tiffany Woods, the committee is ready to see you now.”

  Her heart dropped to the floor, and all her confidence went along with it. Suddenly she visualized the committee as a band of flesh-eating zombies or bloodthirsty varmints who would suck her dry. Why did she think she could do this again? What made her so special that she deserved to be given the okay to start up her own business?

  The walk along the burgundy and green carpet stretched forever. Her legs could barely carry her. Then she thought of the two people who were rooting for her. She also thought of Jordan. While she may not have connections, she sure as hell had ambition, drive, and most of all, passion.

  Tiffany raised her chin and continued to follow the receptionist into a large room. She smiled at the faces that assessed her with skeptical brows, and took a seat at the head of the long mahogany table. It was time to strut her stuff.

  * * * *

  An hour later, Tiffany emerged from the office with a smile on her face and the best news of her life. Her loan had been approved. The committee loved her ideas, believed she possessed enough business sense and spirit to make her business thrive, and they couldn’t stop going on about how delicious her smoothies were. Their favorite being Banana Cabana.

  Tiffany decided to make a quick stop and grab a few things from the sexy boutique around the corner. She wanted to celebrate her good news, and let Marcus and Shane know just how much she appreciated their help.

  When she got home, she called and left a message on their machine. “Good news guys, I got it. In celebration, I’d love it if you could stop by my place. Around eight o’clock? Hopefully you can make it. See ya.”

  She hung up the phone and smiled. It was her turn to surprise them.

  Chapter Five

  Shane pulled into the driveway. Marcus had his hands filled with flowers, a card and a bottle of chilled champagne.

  “Damn I’m excited,” Shane exclaimed. “Our girl did it.”

  “Hell yeah,” Marcus whooped beside him. “She deserves all the success in the world. I listened to the message about five times and it didn’t sound like she was distant or strained. Difficult to tell on an answering machine, though.”

  “I know, man. I spent most of the day worrying if we’d screwed up. I had a hard time concentrating at work.”

  “Same. I guess we’ll find out if she has any regrets.”

  “Let’s make sure we don’t come on too strong, and give her some space. To be on the safe side. Here, hand me the champagne.”

  They went up to the door and knocked. “I don’t hear the blender or any screaming. That’s a good sign,” Marcus joked.

  The door opened and there was no mistaking it. Tiffany looked even more radiant than when they’d left her. Rosy cheeks, eyes sparkling, and an all-over glow. She’d made herself up more than usual with makeup, and her hair tumbled around her shoulders in loose waves. Even the white apron she wore made her look more mature. Gone was the serious studious look. She’d looked hot before, but something about her had changed. Like she’d blossomed into a woman overnight.

  “Hey guys. Come in.”

  Shane nearly tripped over his feet to get inside. “Congratulations. We brought you a few things to let you know how happy we are for you.”

  “We’re sure proud of you.” Marcus held up the flowers.

  “Aw, you guys are sweet. Thank you.”

  When she turned, Shane did a double take and Marcus groaned. He hadn’t noticed at first, but the apron was all she was wearing. Nothing else. And it was held together by a lacy red bow that rested on the swell of her perfectly curved ass.

  She took the flowers and card while Shane carried the champagne to the counter.

  He cleared his throat that had suddenly become dry. “Uh, that’s quite the outfit you’ve got on there.”

  “This silly little thing?” Lust sparkled in her eyes.

  “Yeah well, that silly little thing just gave me one hell of a hard-on.”

  Marcus sucked in his breath beside him. “I second that. You look incredible.”

  He scratched his head. So much for being on their best behavior. “So, what happened to that insecure woman we were with yesterday?”

  Tiffany waved her hand. “I’m right here. I just happen to feel extra good today.”

  “And why the change? Was it getting the approval?”

  “It’s more than that. Good things are in store for me. I have everything I need to be happy. And two handsome men to share it with.”

  She untied the apron and let it slide off. “I wanted
to thank you again for your help. You’ve both always supported everything I’ve ever done, and it means the world to me. A girl couldn’t ask for two more wonderful guys in her life.”

  Shane felt his face heat up. “Okay, now you’re embarrassing us this time.”

  “I’d like to show you my appreciation with more than words.”

  She went over to the couch and spread her legs, resting her feet up on the coffee table. From behind the cushion pillow, she took out a yellow dildo in the shape of a banana. Shane’s cock pushed painfully against his zipper.

  “Where did you get that?”

  “At a store I went to this afternoon. They had all kinds of fun things to play with, but I saw the banana and knew it was the right choice.”

  He pulled his shirt collar away from his neck. In the middle of coffee table sat a bowl of bright red cherries, some strawberries, and a can of whipped cream. “I had some leftover fruit, and it seemed a shame to waste it.”

  Shane nodded. “A shame indeed.” He also noticed a box of blueberry-flavored condoms. The siren had thought of everything.

  “Why don’t you boys sit over on the loveseat? You can get a nice view from there.”

  Marcus followed his lead and they sat down across from her. Neither said a word.

  She moved her hand to between her thighs and circled her clit. He watched in awe as her head tilted back, her mouth open and suggestive. She spread her legs wider and brought the tip of the dildo to her slit.

  “Thanks to you, my dreams last night got pretty steamy. I woke up so horny.” She traced her pussy with the dildo. “And I thought, ‘I’m going to need something to get me through until I see the guys again.’ It’s not a substitute by any means. You’re both much bigger and thicker. But I’ll need something to quench my desires.”

  Beads of sweat broke out across his forehead. He’d never been so damn turned on before.

  “Well, you have to do what you have to do, right,” he offered.

  “Exactly. I can’t have your big thick cocks inside my wet pussy every minute of the day, so now I have a back up. Want to see how it works?”