Room For Three

by Melissa Silvey

  “Peyton,” Asher’s voice is a warning. I look at him, and his eyes, like hers, are fixated on my torso. I’m not sure, but there might still be bruises from the bite marks he left on my arms from the last time we had sex.

  So I reach out, brush her hand away, and begin unbuttoning. “Mr. Waits!” she exclaims.

  “Shhh. Call me Peyton,” I demand. She’s got cleavage for days, hidden under her smart office clothes. As I’m pulling her shirt out of her dark grey skirt, she begins to panic. She reaches out to stop me, but I shake my head. “Take her hands, Asher.”

  He does as I say, as usual. At least he does when we’re in bed. He might have complained about it when we were arguing, but he can’t stop himself from doing what I tell him to. He’s been doing it for so long, he couldn’t possibly say no now, especially when he wants her nude even more than I do.

  He grabs her wrists and tugs them until her hands are at her side, at least until I have all the buttons undone. Then, his hands trail up her arms, to her shoulders, and then the opening of her shirt. His eyes close, and he leans forward to kiss her neck as he pulls it open. Her eyes go into the back of her head, as it tips back, exposing her throat for his lips.

  When the shirt is off, my big hands start at her waist, which seems incredibly small, and move up her ribcage. She gasps, and I think she’s going to say no, but Asher nibbles at her shoulder. She moans instead.

  I’ve never touched a woman’s breasts. I’ve never even thought about it. Until Charlie. Until the evening I spent with her, when she was wearing that black wrap dress, and her lovely skin was exposed, just enough to tease what was hidden underneath. One of my hands travels up, to find one plump breast, covered in a prim white bra. My other hand travels around her side, to search out Asher’s body.

  It’s Asher’s turn to moan when my hand lands on his hip. He grips my hand and holds it, at her chest, as his other hand circles her nipple. Watching the two of them enjoy each other, especially when Asher pinches Charlie’s nipple tight and she grunts, is much more erotic than I expected it to be. Grabbing Asher’s rock hard cock, and seeing him bite Charlie’s neck in response makes my own erection almost painful. But realizing that I’m the only one who isn’t getting any action, and noticing that Charlie’s hands are still at her side? Well, that just won’t do at all.

  “Touch me, Charlotte,” I groan. Just like Asher usually does, she reacts immediately, and without thinking. Her eyes don’t even open, her hands just go out until they find skin, then slowly move upwards. Her hands are small, her skin is soft, and her touch is more gentle than Asher’s. She’s exploring every ridge of my ripped body, and it feels better than I expected it to. But I want more. I bet my cock will look huge with her slim fingers wrapped around it. I twist my wrist, and move down Asher’s thick tool to the base. He’s leaking pre-cum, so it’s slick enough to grab it tighter. His moans make my dick twitch. “Open my pants, and pull it out.”

  When Asher’s hands start to comply, to move away from Charlie’s breasts, I twine my fingers in his, and hold it there. Both of our thumbs flick at her nipple, and she inhales deeply.

  “No, not you,” I whisper, when his dark eyes finally search out mine. His tongue is massaging the spot where he bit into her pale skin earlier. He looks even more surprised when I clarify, “Her.”

  Her eyes pop open, and she looks drunk from pleasure. She worries at her full bottom lip for a second, and I suddenly want my cock in someplace other than her hands. “Asher?” She’s asking his permission. Does she think he’s going to say no? He’s getting exactly what he wants, as usual.

  His tongue licks a trail up her neck, to her ear. It flicks at her earlobe, before he whispers against her skin, while looking straight into my eyes, “Do what he tells you to, sweetheart.”

  I smile at him, showing him yet again how happy his submission makes me. She gasps, and my eyes search out hers. She looks afraid, but just as turned on as Asher and I are. Her hands travel down over my stomach, toward my belt. “Well, it looks like you’re mine now too, Charlie.”

  My hand moves up his dick again, to find he’s soaking wet. I want to watch her suck his cock, probably more than I want her to suck mine. He gasps loudly, and tries to move his hands. “Uh uh,” I mumble and hold it tighter.

  “I want to remove her bra,” he mutters his explanation.

  “Oh, my gawd,” she replies. She’s got my fly open, and her fingers are lingering at the waistband of my boxer briefs.

  “Take it out, babe. I want my cock to be out when he sets your big, beautiful tits free.” She makes a sexy noise in the back of her throat, as she pulls down my slacks and my briefs at the same time. My cock jumps out at her. She moves away, but only for a moment to allow the bra to fall onto the floor. Then, her hands surround my dick, and it looks just as big as I thought it would. I give her a great big smile, and lean forward to lick her breast.

  “Your cock is huge right now,” Asher observes.

  “Yours is too, stud.” I say it with a grin, as I rub my palm against the tip of his dick. I know how much he likes that, especially with the sperm dripping off of it and making it slick. “What do you want to do to her?” Both his hands are caressing her boobs, her hands are working my tool, so my hands busy themselves unzipping her skirt.

  “I want to be balls deep in her tight little pussy, while…” he answers. It might take some time to get used to this assertive side of him. Not that I don’t like it, I do. Just as long as he realizes that I’m the alpha here, and I’m always going to be.

  “While what?” I prod.

  “While she’s sucking your dick,” he answers, as he’s staring into my eyes.

  I have to admit, that sounds like an amazing plan. I’m so glad he thought of it.

  Our tongues meet on her skin, and I flick mine against his before I suck it into my mouth. I kiss him, sucking on his tongue roughly. I wanted to kiss him, before I kiss her. Before our bodies move away from each other’s. Before I have her down on her knees between us, with a cock in each hand. And then I’m going to kiss him, while she’s gazing up at us, watching us, while she alternates between sucking my cock and his.

  I never knew how much I wanted this, until I got it.

  “Oh my lord, that’s turning me on,” she says, as the skirt slides off her hips and down her legs.

  She turns her head, and sucks on my earlobe, as her hands pull my cock against her taut little tummy. I can feel I’m just as wet as Asher is, and her rubbing it over her soft, hairless skin is making my balls hurt. I shiver from deep inside my body.

  This might just be too much for all three of us. But I have a feeling we’re going to enjoy it. Each one of us.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  I can’t believe I’m doin’ this. I can’t believe I’m doin’ this. I can’t believe I’m doin’ this.

  The phrase keeps repeating in my head, even as Peyton places his hands on my shoulders, and gently shoves me down onto my knees. There are already plenty of clothes lyin’ there, including a thick towel, so that my knees aren’t resting on the hard marble floor. But here I am, on my knees, between the two sexiest men I’ve ever seen in my life. I grab onto Peyton’s hips for support, but he has other plans for my hands.

  “Uh uh, babe,” he murmurs, as he grabs hold of my wrists. He guides my hands, as I’m staring up at him. My right hand, he places on his thick slab of meat. My left hand, he places on Asher’s longer, but thinner, tool. “Use your hands and your mouth on both our cocks. And don’t forget the balls. That’s my stud’s favorite part.”

  I look up at Asher, who grins slyly. “Asher?” I don’t know what I’m askin’ him for. Do I want to know if this is really what he wants? Or do I want his blessing, because it’s what I really want?

  “Don’t ask him for his permission again, girl. It’s his fantasy, but I’m in control. Remember that,” he says, leavin’ absolutely no doubt about who is in charge.

  Peyton almost looks like he’s posing in so
me kind of body building contest, and he’s just standing there. He moves his arm toward Asher, and his muscles ripple. Then he grabs hold of Asher’s hair, and pulls his head toward him. They kiss again. For a girl from the country, who never really knew any homosexual men before working for Asher, and even then I didn’t realize until he told me, watching them touch is makin’ my pussy tingle. And holding their dicks, feeling them thrust and squirm against me as they do it, is makin’ me hotter than I’ve ever been before.

  I pick Asher to go first, because he’s the one I’ve been with. I’ve had his cock in my mouth, so it’s familiar. It feels okay. Is this okay? I can’t believe I’m doin’ this. I’m actually having sex with two men. And I want it. I want both of them. I want Asher more. I stick out my tongue, and lick the tip, as I slide my hand down toward his balls. Asher hisses, and Peyton moans and thrusts his thick stick hard against my hand. I begin jackin’ his cock hard and fast, and he keeps moanin’.

  That’s when I realize they aren’t kissing, and they’re both watchin’ me. “Damn, that is so fucking hot,” Peyton says, in an unfamiliar, deep, rumblin’ voice. “Look at your juices coating her tongue.”

  Asher places his legs farther apart, making it easier for my hand to get between them, and pushes so hard into my mouth that it moves my head back.

  Peyton weaves his fingers into my hair, like he did with Asher just a moment ago. He has one hand tangled in my hair, and one tangled in his boyfriend’s. “Uh uh, babe. If you want him, you have to take all of his big dick.”

  Asher wasn’t this bossy. He was patient. He realizes he has a lot of cock, and he didn’t mind that I took my time. Peyton’s cradling my head in his big hand, and guiding it toward Asher’s body. He’s stuffing Asher’s tool down my throat, and I can’t take it. I struggle for a moment, and try to pull away, but Peyton holds me tighter. Asher’s eyes are sparkling with a dark desire I haven’t seen until now, and I swear if I don’t get something inside me soon I’m going to touch myself.

  “Let go, Peyton. It’s still too big for her. She needs practice,” Asher says. But I can see he wants it. He really wants me to take every inch of him down my throat. I have absolutely no idea how I’ll ever do it.

  “My turn, then,” Peyton says. My eyes go wide as he pulls my head back, but not to give me some relief. No, he wants my mouth on his cock now, and he’s guiding me toward it. My hand moves up to Asher’s cock, as I hold Peyton’s, and open my mouth as wide as I can. “She’s learning,” he says with a smile, as I slurp my tongue over his wetness before sucking him in.

  I try to move my hand against Asher, but he pulls away. “I have to be inside her. I’m going to come.”

  “Wait, girl,” Peyton says, and moves away as well. I lean forward, and take the opportunity to breathe. It’s too much. Too much testosterone. Too much cock. Too much man. For me, anyway. I don’t think I am up to this. Maybe I should ease into it. Maybe I can try again next time.

  Next time? Will there actually be a next time? They’ve been arguing, and I’ve been avoiding both of them. How am I supposed to know the three of us will get together again? The only reason I’m even upstairs in the penthouse, is Peyton lured me up here during a work day. I should be working. I shouldn’t be…

  “Come over here, girl,” Peyton’s bossy voice orders. I look up, and find Peyton relaxing on the white leather ottoman in the center of the room, nude. His thick thighs and his calves are just as cut and jacked as the rest of him. Asher is standing beside him. Peyton is rolling a condom onto his lover’s penis, while caressing his balls, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. But they are both staring at me. “Is it too much for you, babe? Can’t handle two cocks?”

  “Your problem, Peyton, is you have no patience.” Asher moves away from him, and walks toward me. “Peyton wants everything now. Me, on the other hand, I’m willing to wait, as long as I get everything I’ve ever dreamt of.” He leans forward, and offers me his hand to help me off the floor. “I’m not afraid to work for what I want.”

  When I’m standing up, he takes me in his arms, and rubs his big hands over my back as he kisses me. His lips on mine are warm, and soft, but insistent. He wants me. And he wants Peyton. He wants us both. His hands move around me, to cup my breasts again. I shiver when his thumbs brush against my nipples. They’re already so hard, from the attention of both men, that just the light touch makes them ache. I want his mouth on them again.

  He sucks my tongue into his mouth, not bothered at all by the fact that it has been on both his and Peyton’s cocks. He sucks, and caresses, and massages, and I finally realize why he’s so good with his mouth. He’s had Peyton’s cock in his mouth as well. And who knows how many others. Just as I’m about to rethink everything I thought I wanted, one of his hands moves down over my stomach, and his fingertips find my clit.

  He pulls away from the kiss, taking his magic tongue from me, as he murmurs against my lips, “Don’t you remember how good it was between us, Charlie? Don’t you want to feel me inside you again?”

  I do. But I’m not sure if I can handle the rest of his fantasy. Their fantasy. My fantasy. Even though I want it, I’m not sure if I should. I’m not sure if it’s right.

  I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, and Asher grabs my chin to pull my face up to his. I look into his dark, beautiful, incredible eyes that are as black as night, and my entire body quakes with a desire I’ve never felt in my life.

  “Tell me what’s troubling you, sweetheart,” he says, in a strong, confident tone.

  I lean my forehead against his sturdy shoulder, and place my hand on his stomach. I feel his muscles flutter in response. “Is it okay?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. What the three of us do, as consenting adults, will always be okay. But you have the right to say no, to anything you don’t want to do,” he assures me, again rubbing my back.

  My voice gets smaller, as I ask, “Is it safe?”

  He kisses the top of my head again, reminding me that he is bigger, and stronger, and will always protect me. “Peyton and I are both very safe, and we are both disease free. We are both tested regularly.”

  I nod my head. I trust him, but I still want him to wear a condom. For now anyway. “Okay,” I say, and step away to look up at him. “I’m ready.”

  He gives me an angelic smile, even though I know what we are about to do. He reaches out, and tugs at my panties, which are the only piece of clothing I’m still wearing. “You’re beautiful,” he says, with his eyes sweeping over my body. I believe that too. When I’m naked, he kisses a trail up my leg, caresses my clit once more, then offers me his hand again.

  Peyton is sprawled out on the ottoman, with his big dick in his hand. His body is magnificent, and he knows it. He’s cocky, and confident, and he’s giving me a come hither look as he wiggles his finger at me. “Come here, girl, and suck this cock.”

  I think about backing out, when I feel Asher’s tool against my lower back, his hands on my breasts, and his mouth on my neck. “Kiss him,” he whispers into my ear.

  So I lean forward, plant my hands on his muscular thighs, and place my lips on his. His hands weave into my hair, and hold me as his tongue sweeps into my mouth and begins to thrust. Everything about him is aggressive, even his kissing style. But Asher is behind me, caressing my boobs and kissing my neck.

  Then I realize, they are both angling my body, so that Asher can enter me from behind. I cry out when he plunges his full length into me, and I feel his balls slap against my clit, but the sound is smothered by Peyton’s tongue.

  Asher’s breath is against my neck, his voice against my ear, as he whispers, “This is amazing, Charlie. This is so much better than my fantasies.”

  That’s when Peyton removes his hands from my hair, and pulls away to move his head and take Asher’s mouth in his possessive kiss. His hands move over my body, one hand stopping at my breast, the other moving down. His hand cups my core, where Asher is planted deep inside me. His palm presses against my
clit, as his fingers caress Asher’s balls. He thrusts deeper into me somehow, against that spot that makes my legs shake. I don’t want to scream into Peyton’s ear, so I bite down on his shoulder. His fingers clamp down on my nipple.

  Peyton pulls away, looks deep into my eyes, and says, “Suck me, please.”

  I nod my head, and he leans back again. I move my hands to the ottoman beside his hips, bend forward, and take his huge cock. Asher thrusts into me deeper, harder, and shoves Peyton’s cock farther into my mouth. Asher’s hands are on my hips, pulling me into his body. I’ve never been fucked so hard, so deep, in all my life. I don’t know how my legs are holding me up they’re shaking so bad.

  “It’s amazing. It’s incredible. You feel so damn good, Charlie,” Asher chants.

  “She’s a good girl,” Peyton says. “Don’t forget my balls, babe.”

  I feel the orgasm building up inside me. I feel my muscles clench. Every piece of me is so tight it aches. Then I feel Asher’s hands sliding toward my breasts. “Come with me, Charlie. You’re so tight. I’m so close.”

  Somehow, all I need is to hear him ask it of me, and it happens. When I do, I grab Peyton’s cock at the base, and his balls in my other hand, and somehow take most of it in. He doesn’t warn me it’s going to happen, but he comes too, and he shoots his load straight down my throat. I can’t do anything but swallow it, or I’ll choke on it.

  Just as I’m about to collapse, I feel Asher bend his body and pull out of me, while wrapping one arm under my knees. My back falls against his chest, and he cradles me against him. He’s carrying me, I don’t know where. I can’t open my eyes. The pleasure reverberating through me is overwhelming, and a little scary.

  “Do you need anything, sweetheart? Do you need a bottle of water?” he asks, as he places me onto the softest sheets I’ve ever felt.

  “No,” I sigh. “Just you.”

  I reach out for him, and he kisses my hand. “Let me clean up, sweetheart, and I’ll join you.”