A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  Dropping, they both lay together, with plenty of room to spare. Kent sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying their delighted playfulness. He quickly fell into his role though, standing up, darkened eyes slotted with lust.

  “Both of you, clothes off, assume the position.”

  Carissa jumped to attention, slipping from the bed. She tugged JP with her, guiding him. As she slowly stripped her warm clothes off, he followed suit.

  Kent pulled himself from the downy soft bed, standing before them. Again, taking the lead, Carissa knelt before Kent, and JP copied her actions, their gazes pointed at the ground.

  “Undress me, both of you.” Carissa stood, moving towards Kent. She began to unbutton the shirt he wore, while JP’s capable hands tugged at the belt. Kent couldn’t figure out what excited him more? His first time with JP or the idea of the three of them together for the first time.

  As he looked at JP, his cock hardened, straining against his pants. He reached out, pulling JP in, kissing him hard. His other hand grasped Carissa, tugging her closer too. Kent’s gaze scanned JP. The hard planes of his muscular body were enticing, and his cock stood straight at attention. The large member beckoned to him.

  He slid a hand down JP’s neck, over his chest and abs to wrap his fingers around the dick. JP continued to undo Kent’s pants, while tossing his head back enthralled by the pleasuring touch.

  Carissa moaned, tugging at Kent’s other hand. He knew what she needed. Releasing JP, he raised his arms to allow her to yank the shirt over his head. JP took the opportunity to pull the pants free, as well. Stepping out of the clothing, the men stared at each other, both appreciating the glorious dicks before them. Carissa cleared her throat, and they turned to her.

  “Kneel,” Kent commanded. She and JP fell to their knees, putting Kent’s throbbing member standing hard at eye level. Carissa didn’t need instructions. She threaded her right hand through JP’s hair, rubbing his scalp while pushing his face towards Kent’s body. She ran her tongue along his cock.

  JP copied her, kissing his way down the member. Kent’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he enjoyed the feel of them softly lapping at his organ. Without instruction, Carissa took him into her mouth and the heat surrounded him. A groan tumbled from Kent’s throat.

  While she sucked up and down, working her neck as she twirled her tongue, JP bent forward, taking her right breast into his mouth. He nibbled and pinched her nipple, and the buds hardened while goosebumps covered her skin.

  With a messy sound, she pulled Kent from her mouth, cupping JP’s face with her hands. She pulled him up to look into her eyes, kissing him hard. He could taste Kent, and his dick twitched. This was a first for him, and he was excited.

  Backing away, Carissa gestured towards Kent. JP took the man’s penis into his mouth, sucking as he had seen so many women do to him. He wrapped his lips tight around the pulsating member as he slid it all the way into his mouth. With a firm grasp at the base, he moved along with his lips as her pulled it in and out, his mouth covering Kent with his warm wetness.

  Carissa bent over, taking JP into her mouth. He growled against Kent’s dick, causing a deep vibration that Kent enjoyed deeply. The only noise in the room was the crackling fire and the sound of the two glorious cocks being sucked.

  Carissa shook with lust, overly turned on by what was happening.

  “Touch yourself Riss,” Kent told her. The hand not wrapped around JP fell to her pussy. She rubbed her slick juices up, circling her clit then rolled the hardened bud around, pressing harder as she sucked JP quicker. His movements on Kent slowed as he relished in the feeling of her satiny mouth tugging at him.

  Her moans of pleasure drove both men wild. They knew she was reaching climax as her whole body shook. “Enough,” Kent shouted. Everyone froze, pulling back to look at the man in charge. “My darling,” he cupped Carissa’s chin. “You know better. Your first orgasm belongs to me.” He pulled the blanket off the bed and tossed it carelessly to the floor then gestured for Carissa to stand. She crawled onto the mattress and lay down, opening her legs. JP stood, watching, unsure of what to do.

  “You go up by her head. I want to watch her suck you off while I give her this first one.”

  JP quaked with excitement. He got on his knees near her head, holding onto the wooden head board for balance. She took him in her mouth again, and he struggled to maintain control. The whole situation was almost too much, pushing him to expel his load quickly. Holding his breath, JP closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations.

  Kent placed himself between Carissa’s legs, lifting them to sit on his shoulders. He lowered his head, burying his mouth at her core. Her moans of delight spurred him on and he lapped at her slit, tasting the sweet juices dripping from her. He rolled it around her clit, pressing hard. He licked fast, applying more pressure, knowing she was close to orgasm.

  As she squirmed, he held her hips against the mattress. She continued to suck JP. At the same time, they sighed as their bodies fell over the precipice. JP came into Carissa’s mouth as her body shook with delight.

  Kent felt immense satisfaction in knowing that they came at the same time. He felt in his heart that things would work with the three of them. He tugged Carissa’s legs from his shoulders, leaning back on his knees.

  “JP, move behind her, Carissa, sit up between us, facing me.” Kent moved to his knees then leaned to reach into the table next to the bed for the provisions he’d requested as the two rearranged. He took out the tube of lubrication and the condoms, tossing them to the bed.

  Carissa’s face was flushed with passion, her hair fanned about her. Lips red and swollen from sucking JP’s cock, she looked ready to be fucked hard. He handed JP the lube and a condom. Until they could all be tested, it would be best to be safe, but he couldn’t wait for the moment they could give all of themselves to each other. JP’s cock was still hard, ready to go again. Another point in his favor, and another reason he could tell why Carissa was so in love with him too. He would be a great asset to their play.

  JP knew what to do. He rolled the condom on himself and then covered it with lube, as Carissa put one on Kent. She took a deep breath as JP nudged her back entry. His thumb stroked over her hole, spreading more lube around, as he watched Kent for instructions.

  “She’s prepared, you’ll be fine. Just take it easy.”

  JP nodded, and spread her ass cheeks apart. His cock pressed into her as she slowly blew out her held breath. He pulled out slightly, and then pushed back in, further this time. Deeper and deeper, he slowly worked his way in and out until he was buried deep inside of her. He kissed her neck, lightly pressing his lips along the corded muscles as she tilted her head. Once inside all the way, he held still, closing his eyes to keep from releasing once again. Kent ran his fingers along her pussy, looking into her hooded eyes.

  “Are you ready for me? To be completely filled by the men you love?” His voice was soft, not the normal domineering tone he used. He wanted to put her at ease and make sure she was all right with everything they were doing. “If you need to stop at any time, you need to let me know. Ok? You remember the safe word?” She nodded and mumbled.

  “Done.” They had picked an easy to use word, that she had yet to use in anything they had tried. Kent slid himself slowly inside her velvety cave. The heat wrapped around him like a blanket. He felt the stiffness of JP filling her other hole. He thrust hard, listening to the whimpers and moans falling from her lips.

  When he pulled back, he nodded at JP who pulled almost all the way out, slipping back in to the hilt. They took turns, each thrusting, one at a time. Feeling the other rub against them, the men lost themselves in the desire that filled the room. Smells of sex and sweat tickled their nostrils, egging them on even more, heightening the passion to a frenzied pitch.

  Carissa’s body hummed with longing, each touch, each movement so much more than normal. She was overly sensitive to it all. Kent lowered his head as he kept moving, pulling a breast into hi
s mouth. JP reached around, fondling the other one. The volume on her moaning turned up as she climbed towards release again. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in it all.

  She never could have imagined how wonderful this could all be...both her men at once...she could hardly believe it was really happening. Screaming out, her body shook hard as her walls clamped down on Kent. With her release, neither man could hold out any longer, both coming inside of her. She felt every throb, every pulse of their cocks as they emptied inside of her body.

  How she wanted so badly to feel that hot stream of liquid, regretting the condoms they wore. Kent pulled at her face, kissing her hard. He could taste the salty aftermath of JP’s release still coating her lips. Their tongues twisted around each other, begging for more. Carefully, he removed himself from her, backing up. JP followed suit, mindful her body wasn’t used to so much inside of her at once.

  As she collapsed on the bed next to him, JP leaned over and captured her mouth. Not only could he taste himself, but also her juices left behind by Kent’s lips. Looking up, he noticed Kent was on the other side of the room, removing his condom, so he did the same. Both men stared at each other, neither sure what to say.

  Finally, Kent spoke up. “That was exhilarating.” Without another word, he wrapped an arm around JP’s broad shoulders, pulling him in. He kissed him with the same exuberance he had Carissa, the same caring emotions flowing through every moment their tongues brushed against each other.

  Breathlessly, both men slid towards the bed, then lay down to sandwich Carissa. She turned to her side, snuggling her face into Kent’s neck, but reaching behind her. She pulled JP’s arm until he spooned his body against hers, holding tight. Lifting her head, she allowed Kent to wrap his arm around her shoulder and hold her tight against him, her leg bent to drape over his. She slid a hand up his chest, trailing her nail along his skin until he shivered with goosebumps. The trio drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other blissfully.

  Chapter Three

  Carissa didn’t want to move. The fire had died down, and the room was dark, but she was still heavenly warm. She nuzzled her face into Kent, relishing in his scent.

  He stirred beneath her, rumbling as he woke. “Morning babe,” he kissed her forehead.

  She smiled against his warm skin. He slid out from under her, leaving her cold without his closeness. She whimpered, but he silenced her with a quick kiss. Pulling his pants on, he strode to the fire. Placing more wood in, he stoked it, trying to reheat the room.

  “I’m gonna get the bags and make some dinner,” he said softly, trying to not wake JP.

  She nodded in the dim light, twisting her body to face the sleeping man. She wrapped herself around him and Kent came back to the bed. He tucked them in the blanket that had been tossed aside during their lovemaking then slipped on his shirt and left the room. He stoked the fire in the den, as well, trying to fight the cold that quickly chilled to the bone.

  Snow continued to fall outside as he threw on his boots and made quick work of bringing in their overnight bags. After placing them inside the bedroom door, he once again shut it carefully and went to the kitchen.

  Kent pulled out a bottle of wine, opening it to aerate. His mind reeled. He’d never in his life been attracted to a man before. Sure, JP was an attractive guy, he could admit that. But Kent was confused by his emotions. They hit him quickly over the last week or so when he’d spent more time with the other man in Carissa’s life.

  What started as getting to know each other and trying to figure out what to do about their situation, soon turned into something more. He found himself looking forward to seeing JP after work, almost as much as he anticipated seeing Carissa. When they first kissed, his whole body stiffened. He wasn’t sure how to deal with it, but then he’d lost himself. And after what happened in the bedroom, he was more sure than ever that they could make a ménage relationship work with the three of them.

  They were all so different, and brought something unique to it. He could learn to loosen up a bit and have more fun, and maybe get JP to be a bit more responsible. Though, neither of them would need to work. He could comfortably take care of them. Kent knew music meant a lot to the Harley driving bad boy. Maybe he would bring it up later. There were still so many details to work out.

  Kent pulled some vegetables from the fridge, preparing them to make a soup. He set some chicken to boiling, and immersed himself in the task before him. He never heard the soft steps of someone approaching until small arms wrapped around his waist. Carissa pressed her face into his back, and he grinned.

  “Hey sweet darling.” He sensed her smile against his shirt. Moving away, she took up another knife from the stand and silently began chopping the carrots while he continued cutting potatoes. Together they worked until everything was in the pot and cooking.

  JP emerged, dressed only in his jeans, the button still undone. Kent took time to appreciate his body—the hard planes of his abs, the muscles pointing to the wonderful cock he knew was hidden behind the denim.

  Carissa watched them with tongue-tied wonder. How had she gotten so lucky? These two filled so much that had been empty in her life, and she was going to be able to keep them both. She noticed the responsive way Kent’s cock hardened in his pants as he gazed at an oblivious JP. Still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he creeped towards the counter that separated the kitchen and living room. He slid out one of the stools and collapsed into it. Glancing up, his eyes widened.

  “What?” He said laughing. “Do I have something on my face? Drool?” He swiped at his chin.

  Carissa giggled and poured a glass of wine.

  “No, you don’t. You’re just as handsome as always,” she said, her voice light with humor. She slid the stemmed glass towards JP. He accepted the drink, ready to celebrate, though his face scrunched at the sight of wine.

  As she poured another glass, Kent took the wine glass from JP’s hand, drinking from it. Setting the wine on the counter, he turned to the fridge, pulling out a beer. JP’s face lit up with excitement.

  “You really do think of everything, don’t you?” JP exclaimed.

  Kent just laughed hoarsely. “It’s best to be prepared. Plus, I figured you would enjoy that more than wine. I’ve already noticed you aren’t into it. This whole weekend would be pointless if it weren’t exciting for all of us.”

  Carissa’s heart leapt with joy at the thoughtfulness he showed. They were so different, yet so perfect. Together, they were the ultimate man.

  “This soup’s going to take an hour or so to cook. How about we relax by the fire?” Kent took Carissa’s drink and his, moving towards the couch. He placed them on the coffee table, picking up the newspaper as he settled on the end. Carissa then JP followed. She noticed Kent really had thought of everything as she picked up her kindle. There was also a sports magazine for JP.

  As JP sat on the other end, she stretched out, her head on his lap. He caressed her hair and she laid her feet in Kent’s lap. He read the paper with one hand, rubbing her feet with the other. She could get used to this.

  She pulled up a new book she had been wanting to read and tried reading the romance. She had reads tons of this genre, always feeling she needed something like this, but now that she had her perfect relationship starting, with both men, she no longer felt a need for fake love. Quickly, she ditched that book and pulled up a ghost story, settling into it.

  The comfort of the three of them being able to relax without talking didn’t pass by JP. There was finally a purpose to his life beyond music. Since he was young, playing guitar and singing had been the only thing to get him through. His childhood wasn’t very good. He’d endured abusive, neglectful parents.

  Now, he had Kent and Carissa, and making them happy was the only thought in his mind. JP had always been curious, interested in men and women. But he’d never acted on it until now. He was glad, too. Today was a memory that would stick with him forever. It was so much more than a meaningless fuck.

 
“What are you grinning at over there?” Kent asked with laughter in his voice.

  JP smiled wider. “I’m happy. Truly happy.”

  Carissa’s heart leapt as she nodded in agreement. Both men grinned from ear to ear, acknowledging that this was an amazing night.

  “I thought when you showed up yesterday that I was going to lose one of you, or both. That you would force me to pick.” Carissa sounded sad at the memory. Kent rubbed her leg. “Nope, completely the opposite. I feel this is going to be fine, and we’ll all be together a long time. How does that sound?” She nodded, smiling weakly.

  “What’s making you sad?” he asked. “I don’t know. I should be happy. This is amazing. But how will it all work? Will we rotate who I sleep with? Where should we live? There are so many questions.” Kent leaned forward to put the newspaper on the table. He turned his body to face the other two. “Easy enough. If you’re all alright with it, we can live in my house. It’s big enough. You can work if you want, or you can quit. I want to take care of you,” he cooed, patting her leg. “You too, JP. I want you both to be happy. We’ll figure out alone time for each of us. But we’ll also do as much as we can together.”

  Carissa grinned. “That sounds lovely.” Kent slid Carissa’s feet from his lap, standing. He moved to where the champagne sat on the table.