ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories)

by Viva Fox

  I licked my lips at the sight of them, and was promptly closed in upon once again, sandwiched happily between the two men's aroused bodies, the three of us working up quite the sweat as we made out in an absolute glorious orgy of carnal satisfaction. Jonathan kissed me in such a manner that it seemed almost totally at odds with his past sexual squeamishness, his cock slapping occasionally against my swollen stomach and producing a noise that was unusually satisfying. And meanwhile, behind me, Charles was clutching the cheeks of my ass in his fingers and massaging them up fiercely, grinding his long veiny cock up and down between the cheeks of my buttocks, causing my anus to clench up with each passing sweep, as though somehow intuiting what would eventually take place back there once he ended up getting his way about things. And all the while, as this went on, he proceeded to ply my neck with such sweet, sticky kisses that it nearly boggled my fucking brain, sinking his teeth into my throat in a notably vampyric fashion. Between the two men's combined efforts it was as though I was absolute putty melting slowly, slowly into mush, and as I continued to heat up inbetween them and to moan with sheer, splendid delight, I had a very particular notion that aroused me so intensely that I could not help but indulge it in a manner that felt incredibly naughty yet, unmistakably, desirable.

  I slid my body out from between the two of them, and took each man by the hand, roping them into one another, and pressing their bodies together in such a manner that the tips of their erect penises began to kiss, and the shafts collapsed upward against their heaving abdomens. Excited by what I was instructing them to do, they gladly followed my lead and took over from here, wrapping one another's naked bodies in their arms and squeezing one another's asses as they kissed, their tongues rolling and sloshing and twisting more passionately together than they had the entire evening up to the present point in time. I stepped back for a moment and decided to observe from afar, just out of reach of the splash zone, if you will, and began to play with my pussy as I watched the two men making out like newlyweds. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed myself as their dicks crossed and grunts echoed from deep within their throats, manipulating not only my pussy but my enlarged nipples as well, pinching them tightly between my fingertips and getting so damn worked up that I could have continued to watch them entwined like this for hours. But as the moments ticked by, however, I began to gaze more intently at the two men's jousting penises, bouncing and dribbling and the strands of pre-ejaculate beginning to seep and band tantalizingly from one engorged tip to the other...

  I thought maybe I could indulge myself and them in a bit more of a hands-on approach, if you catch my not-so-subtle drift...

  Moving in a way that was almost excessively careful as I approached them, I began to stoop slowly, slowly down onto my knees inbetween their two bodies, reaching up, and taking hold of their erect shafts, slowly beginning to pump on the skin, and savoring the warm, delectable squelching as the flesh seeped back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in my grip. Each taut pull of the loose flesh, meanwhile, served to push their tips forward and kiss devilishly with one another, and after so much of this I decided that I simply could not take it.

  Leaning into each man I then began to down their cocks entirely into my gullet, having some trouble swallowing them at first after so long a hiatus without sucking a single prick, but the act, I found, coming back around to me in terms of familiarity quite certainly enough. My tongue rolling wickedly across each man's shaft I bobbed and slurped and gouged my fucking windpipe, switching continually from one shaft to the other to the other, at certain times downing them so entirely that I was on the verge of throwing up, and at one particularly ambitious juncture swallowing both throbbing erections at one time, savoring the warmth as they squelched through my saliva and loving the challenge of attempting to wrap as much of them up as possible inside my tongue at any single given moment.

  After some time of this, my brutal, dehumanizing slurping from engorged prick to the other to the other, the two men at last separated from one another, taking note of me, and apparently deciding that I was, at present, a far more pleasant sexual prospect than either of the two of them could possibly ever hope to be.

  I felt myself picked up in their arms and carried to the bed with the reverence of a sacrificial lamb, my body being rolled over on top of Jonathan's and his heat radiating into mine, our lips locked together and his hands on my ass as though to steady himself with some support. Down beneath us, Charles wrapped his fingers around Jonathan's pulsing, veiny penis, and I started slightly as I felt the warm chill of his tip being pierced into me, cleaving my body apart, and the shaft of his erection following promptly behind it. Inch by inch by inch of his immensity came sinking so far into my gash that I thought I would go cross-eyed, the feeling of his cock up my pussy one that I hadn't truly realized I'd missed to the extent I genuinely had. But at long, long veiny last he did, in fact, eventually touch down, and he began to grind up inside my pregnant body with an agonizing slowness, pushing and pumping and stirring the pot at such a rate that I could scarcely get my bearings about me by the time he pulled out, only to have him push back inside me once again and send me reeling with sensations.

  And, if that wasn't enough, I felt the heat of Charles mounting me additionally very shortly after, climbing onto my ass and causing my eyes to grow wide as his engorged tip peeked its throbbing little head through the tight, puckered sanctity of my anus. He then proceeded to push his way brutally inside, slicing into my rectum in a manner that made me scream with sheer agony, yet somehow filled me with such splendid bliss as he touched down inside my innermost reaches that I began to absolutely shake from head to toe with sensation.

  And, well, what more can I possibly say?

  The two of them promptly began fucking me from there on out, their delicacy in the handling of their pregnant pussy seeming to fly out the window altogether, and their thrusting turning fierce as hell as they clapped and smacked and smashed into my respective orifices with brutalizing speed, screams pouring from my throat and the sensation of the two penises grinding together inside me turning me on like you wouldn't fucking believe.

  Their cocks overflowed into the throbbing pink orifices of my body, their sperm erupting with near simultaneity all over my inner anatomy, and drenching me with so much hot, sticky splooge that the accumulated stuff rolled back out of me, dripping onto the mattress, and setting me over the edge. I came like hell with the combined fury of vaginal and anal orgasms, the sensations pumping through my body like a drug and causing me to scream so loud that my lungs nearly fucking burst from the effort.

  And at long, long, long last, when it was all over, the two of us lay entwined in the sticky, sweaty haze of the afterglow, making out wildly, our heads spinning, and my security renewed with the knowledge that, whichever of the two of them happened to be the father, the baby inside of me as well as its mother would almost definitely end up in good hands.

  THE END

  Just One Drink

  Thomas had led a very blessed life. He went to all of the best schools in his city growing up all the way through high school. He got accepted to every college that he applied to and was allowed the chance to decide between a few equally fantastic choices, something he didn’t take for granted. He never even worried about tuition or scholarships because his parents had saved enough money for him to go through school debt free.

  Once he had graduated he didn’t have to wait long before getting a job, utilizing the connections that his parents had fostered for him through the years. By calling on old favors and relying on the kindness of people who had known him since he was a child, he never wanted for anything. He easily got promoted through the ranks of the company he worked for and at 28 years old he was incredibly financially sound. Something most of his friends couldn’t understand.

  And yet, he was still depressed. Thomas sat in his studio apartment in just his underwear, a warm bottle of beer sat between his legs as re-runs of the “Golden Girls” blared on the TV
. His eyes were closed, slowly reaching down every few moments to take a sip from his drink. He would cringe each time and look towards the fridge, contemplating the walk to get a new, colder drink, but always decided against it.

  His phone sat on the table in front of him, the vibration caused it to shake across the surface of the coffee table. He stared at it, but did nothing to get it to stop. He could see the name on the screen and he had no desire to talk to his parents at a time like this. He was grieving after all.

  After his most recent promotion, his girlfriend of five years had called it quits. He begged and pleaded and found out that she had no interest in trying to make it work. No amount of money or success he made would make her happy she had told him. She had said the love was lost, the chemistry gone, the relationship had gone cold.

  Two days later he found out she had been sleeping with his boss, the head of the company he worked for. So clearly, there was an amount of money and success that she enjoyed. It just happened to be that it was the amount of money that was always going to be one step above what he currently had.

  His boss had told him that he never intended for it to happen and that if he wanted to quit he would understand and give him a fantastic letter of recommendation. However, Thomas had never needed to apply for another job before and honestly did not know how to handle the whole process. So he stayed in his job, constantly being reminded of his girlfriend’s infidelity.

  The phone stopped vibrating and was replaced by a single chime. Thomas chugged the dredges of the beer and shook his head violently to get rid of the taste. He reached down and picked up the phone. He swiped to unlock it and looked at the long list of unread messages. Many were from work colleagues offering their fake, stale condolences, but at the top of the list was a name he hadn’t seen in a few months.

  “Bro, its Sean. I heard what happened. Let’s get drunk. I’m down at the old bar with some of my army vet brothers. Get down here.” Thomas stared at the message for a few seconds and began to type a response.

  “All my beer is warm. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  ****

  It had been months since Thomas had seen, or even spoken to, Sean. There had been no great fallout and their relationship hadn’t fallen apart, but Thomas was a specific type of lover. When he fell in love, he fell in hard. To the point that he would let other relationships and friendships fall apart to keep his current lady happy.

  When he had first gotten to college he had abandoned his high school friends in a misguided attempt to “start fresh” in college which resulted in him getting involved too quickly with a girl. After years of fighting to recreate a core group of friends, he found Sean.

  Sean was an interesting character. He was someone that Thomas had normally avoided in his life. He was a bit of a train wreck with a violent temper and tended to be crass, but he told Thomas the truth. Sometimes he even seemed to enjoy telling him the bad news. It was because of this though that Thomas had kept him around. However, after getting wrapped up in his last romantic whirlpool, he had not kept up the best repertoire with Sean.

  So that was why Thomas sat on his couch, staring at his response. He considered quickly responding back that something had come up, but he was interrupted by a call from his father. The picture of his father’s gruff, old money face stared at him as the phone vibrated in his hand. Thomas could see his reflection slightly in the phone with his unshaven face and disheveled hair. He tapped accept and closed his eyes, holding the phone a few inches away from his ear, expecting his father to open up by yelling.

  “Thomas? Your mother and I are worried.” Thomas opened his eyes slowly and put the phone to his ear.

  “What?” Thomas didn’t know what else to say, this had not been what he was expecting at all.

  “We heard what happened and we’re disgusted. Peter has basically been a father to you his whole life. And Sarah, well,” his father paused for a second to choose his words carefully. “She’s always been a bitch.” Thomas could hear his mother in the background gasp.

  “Dad, I appreciate that, but you don’t need to worry. I’m fine, really.”

  “Are you sure? You’re not just sitting in your apartment drinking and watching old sitcoms are you?” Thomas didn’t respond right away, but instead looked around his room, shocked by how he hit the nail on the head. “I’m your father, Thomas. I know you. I want you to-” Thomas interjected.

  “I’m not though, I’m actually getting ready to go out with an old friend of mine. You have nothing to worry about.” His dad let out a surprised chuckle and spoke to Thomas’s mom, but Thomas could hear clearly.

  “He’s going out with a friend, I told you he would bounce back.” His father turned the attention back to Thomas. “We won’t keep you any longer. We love you, son.” Thomas returned the affection and hung up the phone. He tossed it onto the couch beside himself and sighed deeply.

  “Here we go, then.”

  ******

  Thomas tore through his apartment bedroom searching for any kind of clean clothing to wear out. The only thing that he had in his closet that was clean were his dress shirts and suit. He was fine living in squalor at home, but he wouldn’t give his asshole boss any reason to be able to go home and give Sarah any kind of satisfaction that he was obviously missing her. They had always been competitive, this was just another area of competition.

  He looked through all the t-shirts and polos on his floor, attempting to find anything appropriate to wear to a bar that would be full of military vets and the walking tornado of “fun” that was Sean. After finding stains on nearly every shirt he looked at, and a few holes in others that he didn’t know how they got there, he settled on a black dress shirt, work slacks, and a thin tie. But he would roll the sleeves up to really exemplify the “relaxed” look that he was going for.

  Tom then strolled through his living room and kitchen searching for his other essentials that he would need to go out. He flipped cushions off his couch and picked up trash that was sitting around his apartment in an attempt to find his keys, which he eventually found still stuck in the door handle to his apartment after a few minutes. While picking up his trash trying to locate the keys though he found his wallet in an old, empty pizza box. He stared at it for a moment trying to remember why he put it there, but had no idea. “Drunk Thomas” made some strange decisions.

  Finally, Thomas went back to his room and reached into the side table to grab a condom, just in case. But, after looking at the box, a box that he had bought with Sarah, he tossed it back into the table and slammed the door shut. After all, there would be no way that a girl would talk to him, let alone take him home. On the off chance there’s a girl he liked, he would bring her here.

  He took one last look at his apartment as he went to leave. He looked over the cushions that were lying on the floor, the pizza boxes that littered the floor, and the stained clothes that he had tossed over his bedroom. He shrugged, decided that there were a better chance of hell freezing over than anyone seeing his apartment, and turned to leave.

  ****

  Thomas walked into the bar and immediately saw Sean, seated with a few women in the corner of the main room. Thomas thought for a moment about waving and introducing himself to the girls that Sean was with, but a wave of nerves he hadn’t felt in years, since he was single last, washed over him. Instead, he looked around the room and made his way towards the bar and went to sit down next to a familiar face.

  “Doc, how the hell are ya?” A beefy, buzz cut head turned and looked at him. Before Thomas knew it, he was greeted by a monster handshake and hug as Doc jumped from his barstool. The barstool spun for a second and the shocking display of affection caught a lot of attention from around the room.

  “Tommy, my man,” the large man belted, “hope you didn’t mind me coming. Sean told me what happened and I asked to be here.” They both sat down and Doc motioned for the bartender. “Real shitty thing she pulled, brother.” He pointed towards a bottle of whis
key and took the bottle from the bartender. Doc reached over the bar and grabbed two glasses, pouring a shot into each. “To the Future,” Thomas raised his glass with Doc.

  “To the future,” Thomas mimicked. They both threw the whiskey back and cringed, slamming the glasses back down onto the bar.

  “Another,” shouted Doc, pouring out two more shots. Thomas laughed and tried to control the burning in his throat that was moving up towards his nose, it had been a while since he went with straight booze, he had been sticking with beer for a good, constant drunk. “So, how’s work going for you? Making lots of money I hope.” They both tossed back the next shot, slamming them down again. Thomas called for the bartender and ordered a beer for himself and Doc, hoping to slow down the flow of whiskey.

  “Work is great, keeping me busy. Plus, it gets me out of bed in the morning and keeps me getting out of the house.” Thomas grabbed the beer as the bartender put it down and took a sip. He glanced at Doc who stared at him concerned, Thomas was thrown off a bit by this. He stammered out a follow-up quickly. “That’s a joke, Doc. I get out of the house for plenty of reasons.” He motioned towards Sean who is whispering into the ear of one of the women, “like for this.” Doc shook his head and looked up at the TV, which was playing an assortment of pre-season football and baseball.

  “Women, man. Why do they do this to good guys like you and me?” He turned and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, pouring another shot for himself. Thomas was a bit confused by this. He hadn’t seen Doc in a while, but the last he had heard he was married and had a baby boy.