Only You (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  “Mmm,” she says. “I taste so fucking good on you.”

  “So fucking sweet,” I whisper.

  Still kissing, I swallow her moan as Lucas brings her to an orgasm. Her back is arched, and those perfect pink nipples of hers are begging for attention. Leaning down, I begin sucking on them as she takes my cock in her mouth.

  I’ve never had a blowjob as good as hers.

  “Fuck,” I moan. If she keeps this up much longer, I’m not sure how long I’m going to last. That’s when I decide to switch up the game and make things more interesting.

  Chapter Five

  Penny

  “Are you ready to go further?” Mason asks me, pulling his cock from my mouth.

  My eyes are watering from taking both of them all the way in my throat. These guys are packing some heat. They’re both so big and thick.

  “Mhmm,” I purr. “I’m ready for whatever you guys want to do.”

  Mason reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a box of condoms, taking one for himself and passing one to Lucas. My mouth is practically watering as I think about taking both of them. I’ve never had a threesome before, but I’m ready.

  Rolling on his condom, he lies down next to me. “Climb on,” he says, grabbing my hips. “We’ll let you get comfortable before Lucas joins in.”

  I’ve only had anal sex a few times with my ex—not Owen; it was with my boyfriend before him. I just hope this time goes better. Straddling Mason, I slowly take him in. He’s much thicker than I thought because it takes a minute for me to fully accommodate his girth.

  “You all right?” his deep, throaty voice whispers.

  I nod, “Yeah, feels good,” I say. And it’s true. He feels fantastic and we’re only getting started.

  His hands keep hold of my hips, and he slowly starts to move them up and down, raising and lowering me onto his cock.

  “Mmm,” I say. “You feel so good.”

  “So do you,” he smiles up at me. “You good?”

  Lucas is behind me, in between Mason’s legs, patiently waiting, slowly stroking himself to keep his erection.

  “Yeah, I’m ready.”

  Lucas reaches over to the dresser where there’s a bottle of lube sitting on top of it and liberally applies some on himself and on my ass. Massaging my back entrance, he begins to get me ready by sliding his finger in, and it feels so….different.

  I’ve never had both of my holes filled at the same time, but I want more. I want his cock inside me.

  “Oh, she’s dirty,” Lucas says, laughing. “She’s ready for more.”

  “Yeah?” Mason asks, looking at me, waiting for an answer.

  “Yeah,” I say, still slowly riding his cock. “I’m ready.”

  Lucas removes his finger as Mason becomes completely still, allowing me to let Lucas enter me. Pressing the head of his cock against my hole, I can feel so much pressure. He’s much bigger than my ex who I let fuck me in the ass, and I’m so nervous. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt, and my whole body tenses as I embrace for what I imagine is going to be an intense pain.

  “It’s okay, you’re going to be fine,” Lucas says, talking me through it. “We’ll take our time and give you all the time you need, but I promise, this is going to be amazing. You just let us do all the work.”

  Mason leans forward and begins sucking on my nipples, making my entire body tingle as he very slowly moves his hips, fucking me from underneath. Lucas squirts a little more lube onto the head of his cock, and before I know it, he slides right in as I focus on Mason and what he’s doing to my body.

  It doesn’t hurt one bit.

  “Are you all right?” Mason asks, still moving beneath me.

  “Oh god,” I say. “It feels incredible.”

  I can feel my body relaxing as I give in to both of them. Very slowly, Lucas begins moving his hips, pulling out of me and pushing back into me. They each find their own rhythm, moving opposite of each other, and I’ve never felt anything so damned good.

  Mason is moving much faster than Lucas, but I want more. I want both of them fucking me at the same time, using me simultaneously. Thrusting my hips, I force them both deeper inside of me, and for the first time in my life, the sensation is so overwhelming that I can feel myself on the brink of an orgasm from the double penetration.

  They can sense it, too. I know they can. Growling, Mason shows his teeth and begins bucking his hips harder, still holding onto my waist. Lucas grabs hold of my shoulders, pulling me back toward him and starts fucking me faster. I try to hold out, but I can’t. I’ve never felt so full in my entire life, and it’s sensory overload.

  Melting between them, I sink down as I come all over them, but they hold me up, supporting me between the two of them and keep going, delivering thrust after thrust until they each drive themselves to climax and come at the same time.

  A slick, sweaty mess, the three of us are intertwined, and I’m completely spent. I’ve never come so many times or orgasmed so hard in my entire life. I’m not a smoker, but after tonight, I could definitely use a cigarette. The sex was so good. No, scratch that, the sex was fanfuckingtastic!

  Lucas pulls out of me first, and then Mason. Lying on top of Mason’s chest, I try to focus my eyes, but my vision is blurry from coming so hard. I can still see stars. Pushing my hair away from my face, he gently tucks it behind my ear.

  “How was that?” He asks me.

  I laugh as I draw in a deep breath, “It was good.”

  “Good?” his eyebrow shoots up. “That’s all? Just good?”

  Exhaling a deep breath of air, I say, “If I’m being honest, it was fucking amazing.”

  “That’s more like it,” Lucas says as he climbs back on the bed after removing his condom.

  Mason pulls his off and tosses it into the trashcan by his bedside. “Was that your first time?”

  “My first time?” I laugh. Do these guys really think I’m a virgin? I’ve never seen a virgin take a double penetration the way I just did, but if I ever saw one, more power to her. “No, I’m not a virgin.”

  They both laugh with me. “You were pretty fucking tight, but that’s not what I meant. Was that your first threesome?”

  My cheeks glow with embarrassment, partly because it was silly of me to think they could possibly mean a virgin and partly because it was my first threesome. With the way they performed, they’ve apparently done this a few times.

  “I think it was,” Lucas chimes in. “Am I right?”

  I’m almost glad that he butted in and said that because I didn’t know how to respond to Mason’s question.

  “Yeah, you’re right.”

  “Ah, so we’ve got a good girl on our hands,” Mason says.

  “Yeah, a good girl turned naughty as fuck,” Lucas laughs, and it’s catchy because we begin to laugh.

  “Hey, I’ve been known to be a dirty girl a time or two,” I say in my defense. “Just because I have an innocent face doesn’t mean that I am. Looks can be deceiving, you know?”

  “We’re just messing with you,” Lucas slaps my ass. “You’re a lot of fun.”

  “A lot of fun,” Mason says. “How many more beers would it take to get you to do it again?”

  I can tell he’s teasing, but he has a serious look in his eyes. To answer his question, I’d say none because I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but I decide that I probably shouldn’t respond with that answer.

  “Oh, I don’t know. How many would it take you?”

  I look at Lucas who’s laughing. “It wouldn’t take us any. Mason and I share everything. Always.”

  Turning my attention back to Mason, I study his face, and when he doesn’t laugh or say that Lucas is only kidding, I realize that Lucas is telling the truth. They share everything—even girls, and they just shared me. I’m not really sure how I feel about that.

  I had trouble figuring out which one of them liked me when we were at the bar, and then I thought that maybe the threesome was happening on the spur of the mo
ment, but now I know that I’ve been wrong all night. They both like me, and this is a regular occurrence for these two.

  “So, how does that work? What if I only like one of you?” I ask.

  “Which one of us do you like?” Lucas asks. “Because if you want my opinion, I think you like both of us and can’t decide, but that’s all right; you don’t have to.”

  He’s completely right. I have no idea which one I like because I think they’re both equally attractive and I hardly know either of them.

  “Give her a break,” Mason says. “Let’s just have fun. Do you want another beer?” he asks.

  My mouth is dry, probably from moaning so much and I am thirsty from all the sex. “Sure,” I say. “Let me just grab my clothes.”

  Getting out of bed, the two of them watch me get dressed like it’s the most normal thing for anyone to ever do. Suddenly, I feel a bit self-conscious about my body, so I quickly pull on my blouse and my jeans.

  “I’m just going to freshen up a bit,” I say, excusing myself to the bathroom as they climb out of bed and throw on their boxers.

  When I get in the bathroom, I realize that I look like a raccoon. My eye makeup is completely smudged, and my lipstick is gone. Smoothing my hair with my fingers, I try to ease down the crazy patches that are poking out before I fix my makeup.

  I’m really curious about their situation or arrangement. I know that they both fuck the same girls, but do they date the same girls? Like, a real relationship? Or do they not do relationships?

  Not that I’m necessarily ready for one, but I would like to know. They’re both so damn hot. I don’t even know if I’m ready for a relationship with school starting back up and just getting out of the horrible relationship that I had with Owen. The thought of his name makes me cringe, especially when I compare the sex we had with the sex that I just had with Mason and Lucas.

  It’s something I could totally get used to, addicted to even. Yes, it was that good.

  Chapter Six

  Mason

  While Penny’s in the bathroom, we slip our clothes back on and head into the living room after grabbing a few beers from the fridge.

  We’ve had a lot of threesomes before, but Penny was, by far, my favorite. She’s so much different than the other girls, and I think Lucas senses it, too.

  Taking a seat on the couch, we prop our feet up on the coffee table and kick back with our drinks.

  “She’s a lot of fun,” Lucas says.

  Pulling the bottle from my lips, I nod in agreement. “Mhm, yes, she is.”

  “I could get used to her being around,” he says.

  “Me too, but I don’t think she’ll stick around, not with the way we travel for work. She’ll get tired of that real fast.”

  Lucas sighs, he knows I’m right. Girls never stick around because we’re always on the road traveling for work. It’s not really fair to expect them to hang around waiting for us, though. They’ve got lives of their own, and we get it.

  “Oh, thank you,” Penny says, walking into the living room as she picks up the extra beer. “What were you guys talking about?”

  Taking a pull of beer from the bottle, her sparkling sky blue eyes stare into mine. They look like a topaz gemstone; they’re as gorgeous as she is.

  “We were just talking about work,” Lucas says.

  “Oh yeah? I saw that your truck said Hunt Construction. Is that where you work?”

  “Actually, we co-own it. Lucas’s father founded it and handed it down to him, but we run it together.”

  “Oh,” she says. “So your name is Lucas Hunt?”

  “The one and only,” he says. “We probably should’ve exchanged names a little earlier, huh?”

  The three of us burst into laughter. It’s pretty typical for us to hook up with random women, but, for some reason, I want to know more about Penny.

  “And I’m Mason Rogers,” I add to the conversation. “What’s your name, Penny?”

  She covers her eyes, pretending she’s shy, but she’s not the shy type at all. Shy girls don’t go home with men they hardly know and have threesomes with them.

  “Cooper. My name’s Penny Cooper. I can’t believe tonight. Crazy, right?” she tags another swig of beer.

  “It could be crazy every night,” Lucas says, winking at her. “We really like you, Penny Cooper.”

  She giggles. “You know I’ve heard of your construction company, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen the truck around here.”

  “That’s because it’s been around a long time, but after my dad handed it over to me and passed away, we started bidding jobs all over Missouri, Illinois, and parts of Kansas.”

  Her smile fades as the realization hits her that we travel a lot for work. “So you guys are hardly around?” she asks.

  “We come through from time to time, but for the most part, we’re not here much.”

  We finish drinking in silence, and then Penny stands up. “Well, I guess I’d better get going. It’s late, and I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow.”

  I get up from the couch, “Let me walk you out to your car.”

  Lucas stays put, playing on his phone.

  “Sure, that’d be good,” she says.

  Walking her out to her car, I decide to ask her for her phone number before she leaves. Most of the women we bring home are just one or two-time thing, and I definitely want to see her again.

  “I had a good time tonight,” I say.

  “Me too, and just so you know, I was telling the truth. I’ve never done anything like it before.”

  For some reason, she feels the need to convince me like I need to believe her, which I do, but I don’t really care if she has or not.

  “I believe you,” I say to her, tucking my hands in my pockets. “Listen, before you go, do you think maybe we could exchange numbers?”

  She smiles and says, “Sure, I’d like that.”

  Pulling my cell phone out of my pocket, I ask her for her number and punch it in before sending her a text. Her phone dings and she pulls it out to check the message and starts laughing.

  “Really?” she asks. “Just making sure this is your real number?”

  We both get a good laugh out of the message that I sent her. “I’m just teasing you. Drive careful, okay?”

  “Okay,” she says, kissing my cheek. “Have a good night.”

  Standing in the street, I watch her drive away until her tail lights are no longer visible.

  The past few months have been incredible. We were wrong about Penny all along. Not only has she stuck around, but the three of us have also been having a blast.

  Coming home last night was rough after the three-day job that we just finished, but I’m glad to be back. Waking up, Penny’s the first thing on my mind. My morning wood is evidence of the dreams that I had about her all night.

  It’s hard not to think about her since we see each other so much when the two of us are home, and she and I text and talk on the phone almost all of the time while we’re working a job away from home. It’s been nice having her around. Lucas and I can’t get enough of her.

  The smell of coffee brewing is enough to drag me out of bed, so I head out to the kitchen to pour myself a cup. Lucas is sitting at my small kitchen table reading The Riverfront Times.

  “Anything good?” I ask, pulling up a chair opposite of him.

  “Not really. I was looking for some good concerts tonight that were half decent, but all they have is Just Mister, and they suck balls.”

  Just Mister. I laugh to myself. They’re a local St. Louis cover band and he’s right, they totally suck balls. They play a lot of 80s hair band songs, and it’s awful. The lead singer sounds more washed up than Alice Cooper. I have no clue how they book any venues.

  Sipping my coffee, I think about Penny some more. Last night was incredible, and I want to see her again. I want us to see her again.

  “This might sound crazy,” I say.

  “Probably is,” Lucas cuts me off.
/>   “What if we just hung out here tonight? We could run to the liquor store and get some goods.”

  “And do what? Sit around here staring into each other’s eyes like some weirdos or some shit? Don’t you want to go out, pick up a hot chic or two? Have some fun?”

  I take a long sip from my mug and lean back in the chair. Apparently, Penny hasn’t had the same effect on him, but I don’t see how that’s possible.

  “I was thinking that we could invite Penny over again. You know, maybe continue the fun from last night?” I arch my eyebrow at him.

  “What? How are we going to do that?”

  “I got her number and—,”

  “Wait,” he holds up his hand, cutting me off. “You got her number? When did you do that? Did you even have time to do that?”

  “Yes,” I snap. “I got her phone number when I walked her out to her car. It’s legit, too.”

  “Aw shit, Mason’s got a crush on someone,” he laughs.

  I’d try to hide it but the shit eating grin on my face gives me away. We’ve been best friends for too damn long, and he knows me well.

  “Maybe. Think about it,” I say to him. “I’m going to go to the nursing home to visit my old man. You coming?”

  Ever since Lucas’s dad passed away, he likes coming with me when I go visit my dad. I feel like shit that I’m living in his house while he’s stuck in a nursing home, but there’s no way that I can take care of him on my own. We travel too much for work. As much as I’d like to bring him back home where he belongs, it would mean that I’d have to quit my job to take care of him and that wouldn’t do either of us any good.

  He nods. “Let me take a shower first. We’ll stop and pick him up a sandwich from Subway.”

  Dad loves it when we bring him sandwiches. It’s way better than the slop they serve him where he’s at. For that reason alone, I take him food every chance I get.

  While Lucas is in the shower, I shoot Penny a quick text and scrounge up some clean clothes to wear today. Laundry has never been one of my favorite things to do, so I let it pile into small mountains before I wash it all.