My Two Lovers
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I swallowed, my throat dry as I drew breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. I didn’t need the breathing to calm me, I needed the oxygen to carry that pain through me, allowing it to spread under my skin and wake me up from the inside. Another hit right on the center of my ass and I bucked forward, wishing for hard male to stoke the wet heat growing at my core. A moment passed then stroke after stroke rained down on my ass and thighs in quick succession until suddenly it stopped and I hovered on the edge of oblivion.
The pain and I had morphed into a wild thing needing something, anything, to finish the job. I needed an orgasm and I could only pray they would be merciful enough to give it to me. My hands were brought down, and I gasped as they brushed my tender flesh while removing the cloth. After a moment the blindfold went away and I blinked and looked into Jack’s eyes. A pool of tears coated the surface as if one might fall at any moment.
“Don’t cry,” I whispered.
“You are magnificent,” he said, leaning down to kiss my lips softly.
After the overwhelming pain, such a small caress seemed far away and barely tolerable. To go from such sensory overload to barely a whisper of a touch was almost too much to bear. The ridges of his fingerprint practically berated my skin. I needed that focused mentality to abet so I could get on with the rest of it. While I concentrated on that touch, Jack lifted me and walked me into the bedroom.
“Was that it?” I asked.
He laughed. “Derek, she wants to know if that was it...”
“I just want to make you happy,” I said.
“You did, love, you did. I just can’t wait any longer to have you. I want to feel you writhe between my body and the burn of the fresh marks I made on your skin.”
I heard what he said, but part of me couldn’t believe it. Hell, if my ass wasn’t burning I wouldn’t believe the last part either. I smiled and gave him a cheeky grin. “If you insist.”
Derek came around and sat on the bed as Jack kissed my neck. I threaded my hands through his hair as he trailed down my body, planting kisses until he reached my belly button. Instead of going all the way down, he got up and grabbed a condom from the bedside table. He slid it on, and I couldn’t wait for him to be inside of me. I’d been waiting for this moment for what seemed like hours. No, it had been years.
“Sal, I don’t think...” he trailed off, and I sat up to cup his cheeks. “I don’t think I can give you up once I’ve had you.”
“Then don’t. Make love to me and make me yours. Forever.” I finally voiced the thought that had been in my brain for years, and it felt good to say it, to purge it from me.
He met my eyes and held my gaze as he pushed over on top of me, lowering me to the bed with his body. The sting of my legs had begun to lessen, and the focus my body had adopted to combat the pain eased. He held my gaze, locking eyes with me. I couldn’t look away, and he maintained eye contact as the blunt head of him probed at my pussy. He didn’t break eye contact until his cock hit the end of me. There he stayed and dropped his forehead to my collarbone. He wasn’t the largest man I’d been with, but we fit together perfectly. He stretched me slightly but the burn barely even touched the burn of my ass, so I barely noticed it. I could live in this moment, just us, him inside me, his breath fanning against my neck. Reaching out, I held on to the bedding around me for dear life as my orgasm had already begun to build with just that small push. Hell, it had begun to build with that first biting kiss earlier. I rubbed my lips together reminding myself as my swollen lips slid along one another.
Jack reached out and shoved my arms above my head, locking my hands there by interlacing our fingers. I let go of my lifeline and held on to him instead.
“Derek,” he ground out, his face still tucked into my neck and collarbone, “get over here.”
The swirl of air movements and the crinkle of foil were my only indicators Derek did as Jack asked. Our dynamic change when Jack scooted his knees onto the bed. I took some of Jack’s weight on me and the man had to be at least 200 pounds. It wasn’t a heavy weight. It was comforting, another thing I’d waited to feel. Derek’s legs brushed my knees, and I watched Jack’s expression go from smoky arousal to something else altogether. Like watching a summer rain morph into a thunderstorm.
“Fuck,” he whispered, leaning down to take my lips as his weight shifted over me. Derek took Jake from behind while he fucked me.
Incredible.
I had two men in bed with me, one fucking the other while fucking me and I could barely get my brain around it. Luckily, the thoughts left me and I surrendered to weight of them and the pressure of Jack’s cock moving slowly inside me at Derek’s movement.
But it didn’t last long. After a moment they moved off me and Jack nudged me to my side, cocooning me with his body, and entered me from behind. I gasped at the quick assault and waited as another pair of legs entangled with ours. Derek took Jack from behind the same way Jack had me from behind.
Clever and sexy as fuck.
Jack’s took over the work. He clutched me hard around the waist and began to move in and out of me in short strokes. Short endless stokes that sent me spiraling back up into arousal I didn’t know possible. His breathe fell on my neck as he lay against my hair and I could faintly hear Derek cursing softly in Spanish. Each curse, foreign to my ears, still sounded sexy, and I let them sink into my skin as I mentally began to save each sensation. Jack clutching me so hard I’d have bruises, the knock of his knees into the back of mine with each movement, and the crisp hairs on Derek’s legs each time they brushed mine. I wanted to remember every second of this. After a moment, Jack dragged me out of my own head when he changed the angle of his thrust to a sharper upward pressure. It was enjoyable but I was so close to orgasm, I’d been hovering there, almost painfully waiting to be pushed off the edge.
I needed more friction, and I slid my hand between my legs to massage my clit while Jack fucked me. It sent me barreling over the edge and Jack’s nails bit into my belly as I orgasmed around him. I clenched my eyes closed and surrendered to the sensation and the emotions. Who knew if I’d ever have Jack like this again? For right now I let my chest swell with the after effects of orgasm and the love I held onto for both of us.
“She’s coming,” Jack said.
“Dios Mio.”
Just as I came down from the high, my heart thudding and my mind nearly blank, Jack tumbled over with a few more pumps, and a curse in Spanish signaled the end for Derek as well.
We lay together panting until the men finally stood to clean up and I could roll over. The marks on my leg had taken up a pleasant burn and my belly growled so loud both men looked at me as they entered the room again, Jack carrying a soft washcloth. I closed my eyes again as he cleaned me. Not once in my entire life had a man touched me so intimately. Part of me wanted to rebel against it, say it was too much, but I didn’t. I lay still and quiet until he yanked me up by the arms jerking me violently from my reverie.
“It’s like four in the morning and you two have put me through the ringer,” I said as Jack tucked me under one broad arm, his skin hot along my shoulders.
Derek came over and kissed my cheek.
“Come on, babe, I’ll cook you whatever you want.”
“Can you make pancakes?”
He laughed, leading us downstairs. “Can I make pancakes, she asks.”
A merry band we made, my two lovers and I, as we paraded through the house buck naked in search of food.
The End
Author Bio
Monica Corwin lives in central Pennsylvania with her two year old daughter. When not writing she drinks more coffee than is safe for human consumption and collects tomes on King Arthur. You can find her on the web at www.monicacorwin.com
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