Yes to Everything

by Shayne McClendon

  Over her head, the two men shared a silent communication then Zane was carrying her to the mattress, his hands locked on her to keep her from moving. He lifted her off his cock and laid her on her back, following her down and lying on his stomach. Boyd appeared on her other side and she smiled. “Am I in trouble?”

  “Nope,” Boyd told her. “I think Zane and I just realized something.”

  She was laughing, “Do I guess? I’m very good at guessing.”

  “Sidney, tell us about yourself. Not your sexual habits, something about you.”

  “Why?” she asked, suddenly wary. “Guys don’t chat so why?”

  “Because we say thank you very well. Tell us something about your childhood or your family.”

  “Um, difficult. I had neither. Ask something else.” Her voice was still playful but they both saw the stress creeping over her expression and the tightening around her eyes and mouth.

  “You don’t have any family?” Zane pressed.

  She snorted derisively as she shook her head, “Family is totally overrated anyway. You should hear about the freakish robots Jeanette has for parents. Besides, now I have the girls and the kids, they’re more than enough family.”

  Trying a different tack, Zane adjusted his position and took one of her nipples between his lips. Her hand went to the back of his head. Tugging the pebbled tip away from her body, he released it with a soft pop. “Where did you grow up, baby?”

  “All over, but mainly California. Where did you grow up?”

  Boyd said, “Zane and I grew up in Green Bay. We settled here in Chicago after the Marines because Rex and Mack grew up here. We like it.” He dropped his mouth over her other nipple and used his teeth to nibble it before laving it with his tongue. “Who did you live with as a kid?” His hand was stroking from her breast to her hip.

  Less confidently, more breathlessly, “Lots of people after my mom took off with her boyfriend. Do you have family?”

  Zane released her nipple and told her, “I have a sister. Boyd is an only child. We grew up on the same block, joined the Marines together. Now the other guys are our family. Mack has enough family for all four of us.” He kissed along the side of her breast and she shivered. “How did you get into dancing?”

  “A foster mom had a dance studio. She had no clue what to do with me so she took me with her. I’d sit in her office and imitate the movements while I watched them through the glass. It was the same with gymnastics and martial arts. I pick up anything to do with body movement easily. I so couldn’t give two shits about book crap but I’m not dumb.”

  “Hmm, we already know that about you.” Boyd hummed against her breast. “So how did you end up at a performing arts school?”

  Sighing, she said, “Fine. I scoped out this guy for weeks. His family owned storage places. He was a senior, I was a junior. He was really big and dumb but nice enough, I guess. I would have him come get me from the foster place because the asshole husband wasn’t much bigger than me but was surprisingly strong for his size. I wanted him scared of my boyfriend. The kid didn’t have a mean bone in his body but I totally made him my bitch. I needed protection and he provided it. I needed a place to practice and he had that.”

  She gasped as teeth closed carefully over her nipples. “I…I figured I had to give up the cherry eventually, I might as well make it on my terms and get things I needed out of the deal. I chewed him up and spit him out a couple of months later. Anyway, I researched the requirements and applied through this bullshit charity, got an audition and rocked it. They were shocked since I’d never had one class. They did not like my song selection. I thought it was quite fitting.”

  They were smoothing over her body and she was thrumming under her skin. “And school, what happened there?”

  She whispered, “Jesus…okay. I did well in my classes. This guy started chasing me hard. I thought he was a student, I don’t know kind of soft and young. Not my type. He was a little weird. I found out he was a professor there and a week later I got changed to his class. His choice, not mine. It started out with him telling me he had the power over my life and he didn’t want to have to do anything to mess up my time there but he needed things in return.”

  A low groan as they stroked her outer thighs with very warm, very hard cocks. “I wasn’t a virgin anymore but man it pissed me the fuck off. So I made nice and bent my entire will to wrapping that little fucker around my finger until he snapped. By the end he was begging me, addicted and shaking like a crack whore. I walked away and he got me expelled which I’d been expecting since the day I found out he was a teacher. I got screwed but his career was ruined. Fucking junky stalked me for months.”

  They were grinding in tandem against her hip and she gave a low whimper. “I moved to another city and took cosmetology. Started in a few low profile places, made a name for myself and kept going. Brooke picked me because of my age and I…I used the word fuck during our interview. She said I was ‘real’. I love that chick. I’m a demon, she’s an angel. We’re a good match.”

  Zane’s hand was slipping over her inner thigh, “You’re fascinating, Sidney.”

  “Yeah, I think there are plans for a movie of the week,” she said with absent-minded sarcasm.

  Boyd chuckled, “I think you may be the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”

  “Jesus Christ, you’re killing me. Do you two psychoanalyze everyone like this?” she was getting impatient.

  Zane laughed, “First time, actually. You’re very unique.”

  “Great…of all the bugs, this one has the most bizarre spots,” she couldn’t hide the self-deprecating snicker.

  Boyd nuzzled her ear and said, “We aggravated you. We’ll make it better.” Slipping his hand along her neck, he pulled her face toward him and kissed her. She was annoyed and he worked to relax her again. Zane moved down the bed and settled between her thighs.

  Boyd knew the moment his friend’s lips touched Sidney intimately because she gasped. He took the opportunity to lick into her mouth and she tried not to respond but failed after three seconds when he went after her hard.

  Zane felt her tension and felt bad they’d had to push her so hard. She’d thank them in the end. The first taste of her was incredible. Her natural musk was delicious and it appeared she used some sort of honey dust on her skin. Her mound was completely bare, her skin had a hint of color to it but she’d never really tan. He took his time licking and nibbling her outer folds before trailing the flat of his tongue through her cleft, swirling over her taut little clit.

  He sucked while he slipped two fingers inside her, stroking gently. He felt her tighten around him in a way he’d never felt before. “Oh, Sidney, baby, are you doing that?” Boyd broke the kiss and glanced down her body. “She can control every muscle, Boyd.”

  They traded places, Zane crawling up her body and holding himself over her face. Boyd kissed and licked her, slipping his fingers inside her body. Sidney stared into Zane’s brown eyes with her vibrant green ones and he whispered, “That is incredibly cool. How do you do that?”

  She gave him a half smile and a shrug, “I have control over the muscles in my body. I’ve practiced yoga since I saw someone doing it in a park when I was six. When I was nine, I met an elderly Asian man at a shelter who showed me Tai Chi.”

  She paused as Boyd began stroking and licking her with total absorption. “I hate books, so I learn by watching. When I was fourteen, I had a physical, this girl worked at the clinic. A real hippy chick. She told me all this random shit about female health. She told me if you work the muscles in your ‘vaginal tract’, as she politically correctly called it, it assists with cramps, labor, blah blah blah. I looked it up on the Internet and, sure as shit, there are exercises you can do. I’m a diligent student.”

  She worked her vaginal muscles on Boyd’s fingers and he grinned. “That is the sexiest skill, Sidney.”

  “Alas, America’s Got Talent disagreed. So here we are.” Both men laughed and she gifted them w
ith a beautiful smile before it faded a bit. “Why do you want to know so much about me? It’s doubtful you’ll see me again.”

  Zane put his head in his hand beside her, absently stroking his palm over her torso, “Why would you think that?”

  “Ha! Because I travel constantly and you guys have a real life.” Her tone suggested it was obvious.

  “What kind of life do you think we have, Sidney? You haven’t asked us any real questions about ourselves,” Boyd asked, resting his cheek on her thigh while he casually stroked her.

  “It isn’t any of my business. I don’t have any right to pry,” she was completely serious.

  “Really?” Zane looked at her with a smile. “So we can use your beautiful body, take pleasure in everything you have to offer, and you’re not allowed to ask us questions? That doesn’t seem very fair.”

  Her expression set in stubbornness. “It isn’t the same.”

  “Sure it is. We’re learning you intimately physically, why can’t you ask us questions?” Boyd’s fingertips were circling over her clit in a maddening rhythm. “We’re happy to answer anything you ask, honey.”

  “I don’t want to ask you anything.”

  Zane grinned, “Why not? Maybe we’re really interesting.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of, I don’t want to know. I leave tomorrow and knowing will only make it harder.”

  Boyd’s eyes flicked up her body and he said softly, “You’re convinced we’re just going to use you and you’ll never see or hear from us again, aren’t you, Sidney?” He kissed her mound and crawled up her body. His blue eyes were intense. “What if we said we had every intention of seeing you again? What if we said we’ve been waiting for someone like you?”

  “I’d say you don’t have to tell me that shit. I’m already naked. Speaking of that, if you two don’t stop talking, I’m going to handle things myself and you can kiss my ass.” Temper was beginning to flash in her eyes.

  The men laughed and looked at one another. Boyd said, “She’s harder than I thought. I like that a lot.”

  “I think what I want to know is why you’re so willing and generous, but selfless,” Zane stared at her and waited.

  “Oh my…fuck, just let me up.” She tried to move and they gently kept her in place. “Please don’t make me hurt you. I’m done talking. I do not like to be examined like a fucking lab rat. I don’t need your goddamned stamp of approval. I don’t need you to feed me lines or make me feel all warm and fuzzy. To dissect my life and wonder what makes me tick. It does not matter what makes me tick. Inertia, that’s the key to me. I keep moving forward. Now let me up or one of you is going to bleed.”

  “I think we should spar,” Zane said in an infuriatingly patient tone.

  “Are you…? You are out of your fucking minds.” Sidney tried to get up and they held her in place without moving or in any way hurting her. “What do you want?”

  “To know what you want, Sidney. Tell us what you want more than anything else for yourself and we’ll let you up,” Boyd whispered gently.

  “World peace. Mind-blowing orgasms wouldn’t be unappreciated either.”

  “Sidney, come on, honey. Be serious.” Zane smoothed her hair back from her forehead and she bared her teeth at him. “Nice. I like you very much, baby. I’ve wanted you since we saw you walking up behind Brooke earlier. We’ve watched you all night and we want you with everything we have. We wouldn’t lie. We have been looking for someone like you since we first tried ménage when we were your age. No one has ever had your spark.”

  Boyd smiled at her, “Sidney, you’re beautiful, sassy, talented, and a complete enigma to us. We’re pushing you because we’re drawn to you like we’ve never been drawn to anyone…anyone…before. Under normal circumstances, we wouldn’t chase a woman your age because we are way too old for you but we can’t seem to help ourselves. There is too much right about you to let age stand in the way. So we’re back to the original question, what is it you want more than anything?”

  Her fists were clenched at her sides and she turned her face from them, her jaw locked. “I don’t want to tell you things like that. I don’t know you, first of all. Second of all, you are men and though I’m painfully attracted to you both, men are a fickle and hateful gender that take and take until there is nothing left. Unless it’s with someone like me who takes first and takes hard.”

  Zane asked quietly, “You take before you’re able to be taken from. Is that what you mean?”

  “Damn right.” She was furious. It was evident over every inch of her body.

  Boyd stroked down her body, “Then why do you give so hard?” She turned her face to him, her eyes narrowed. “Everything you’ve done since the moment we met you has been geared to please someone else. You don’t realize you do it, of course. You held back as you approached, assuring Jeanette would get to us first, so you could make sure she wasn’t left out. You’re very focused on all the people around you. Everything you’ve done since we arrived here has been for Zane and me, not for you. You take nothing for yourself. So it makes me curious, Sidney. What is it you want more than anything?”

  “You’re wrong. I’m all about me. What I want more than anything is not to answer that question.”

  In a whisper, Zane said, “But part of you really wants to answer it. Part of you is wondering if we can give you this one thing you want so badly, that you’ve never found anywhere in your short but turbulent life. Part of you wonders if we can make life seem less monotonous, less bland. You love your job and your friends but you are the loneliest person I’ve ever met, Sidney.”

  “You know nothing about me. I’m not lonely, things are great. Just fucking great.”

  “You’re lying, baby.” Boyd stroked her face as he rocked himself against her mound and watched her fight against responding. Zane’s hand stroked over her breast, his thumb flicking back and forth over the nipple. “You’re so responsive, so beautiful, Sidney. It would be wonderful if you could tell us what you want more than anything else so we can pour pleasure all over you.”

  Zane told her gently, “If it helps, you’ve already told us but you didn’t realize it at the time. We want you to be conscious of what you want, so that when you get it, you can embrace it fully.”

  “I haven’t said anything. I’m very careful about what comes out of my mouth.”

  “Okay, this is what we’re going to do, baby. We’re going to fuck you until you’re weak with exhaustion. Once you’ve come so many times you can’t think straight, we’re going to ask the question again. By then, you’ll tell us because you want to.” Boyd moved down her body and put his mouth against her so suddenly she arched into him. He slipped two fingers inside her again and went to work on her while Zane kissed her senseless and caressed her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

  They rolled her almost to her stomach, Boyd’s head beneath her, her top leg resting over his chest, his huge hand wrapped around her thigh. He was licking and sucking her, already driving her insane with the need to come. Her hips responded instinctively, working against his lips and fingers.

  Zane moved away for a moment and was back, slipping one arm under her and moving across her body to grasp and knead one breast. His mouth was against her ear, “You’re so silky, Sidney. Your skin is so soft.” He stroked his hand over her side, sliding over her hip and back again, crossing his arms over her body and filling both his hands with her, her nipples so hard and distended she gasped when he flicked them. “You are so sensitive, honey.”

  His back was warm against hers and Sidney was losing the will to fight how much she wanted them. She could match wits with anyone on the planet. She could fight them physically, sexually. Reaching back, she circled his cock in her fist, realizing he’d shed the condom he’d put on earlier. Gripping him hard, she started stroking him and when he groaned in her ear she smiled smugly. “How sensitive you are, Zane.”

  “Touché, baby. Let’s see who gives in first.” H
e chuckled when she sucked air in hard. “Is Boyd making you feel good, Sidney?” She nodded her head. “I’m glad. Your pussy is so delicious, we could eat you for hours. I’m sure that will happen over time. Right now, we’re preparing you, making sure you’re slick and soft. We would never hurt you, baby.” He stroked his hand down the cleft of her ass and circled a finger over her anal star. “Has anyone ever taken you here, Sidney?” She shook her head. “Boyd is slightly narrower than I am…he’s going to take your pretty ass but I need to prepare you.”

  Zane bent away from her and when he came back, he returned his hand to her ass and it was slick. Slipping one finger along the cleft, he circled her anal entrance and pressed against it. Moving away, he came back with more slickness on his finger. Pressing again, he slipped just inside and she stiffened. “I will not hurt you. I won’t, Sidney. I know it feels unfamiliar but I want you to trust me.”

  “If it hurts, I’m shoving something up your ass next, Zane.”

  Boyd was shaking with laughter beneath her and Zane laughed loudly behind her, “Deal. You can guarantee I’ll be extra careful, baby.”

  She snorted in disgust, “Double standards are bullshit.”

  Still smiling, Zane said, “I agree, baby, but such is the world we live in. I promise, you won’t regret having multiple entries to your body later.” He pressed deeper, stroking in and out shallowly. Adding more lubricant, he returned to her and entry was easier this time. “There you go, honey.” His thumb was stroking the cheek of her ass and Boyd was making her insane. Helpless to resist, she started moving her hips into one then the other. “You have such gorgeous natural hip movements, Sidney. I’ve never seen anyone as flexible.”

  He pulled from her and when he pressed into her again, he’d added another finger. Pushing deeper, he scissored his fingers as he pulled back. Able to feel Boyd’s fingers in her pussy, he matched the rhythm and she began to stroke his cock to the same beat.

  Suddenly she tightened from her shoulders to her feet and came, her interior walls clamping hard around them. It seemed never-ending since neither man slowed their attentions. “Oh god, I can’t take it. I…I’m going to die.”