by Sky Corgan
Tristan is a lot more vocal, moaning softly while I suck him off. It seems like the more effort Shawn puts into eating me out, the more effort I put into sucking off Tristan. We're like a pleasure funnel. Output matches input. I suckle on Tristan's cock like I mean business, and he moans shamelessly, filling the room with the delicious sounds of sex.
I want to beg for a dick inside of me, but I'm afraid. While I'm enjoying everything that's going on, I'm still not sure what's to come, and that frightens me a bit. For the most part, I'm content in the moment, giving and receiving pleasure. There could be more though. So much more.
“Come on. Up on your hands and knees,” Shawn says as his mouth and finger leaves my pussy.
Tristan backs away and allows me the space to get up on all fours. I look over my shoulder and watch as Shawn goes to the bedside table to pull a condom out of one of the drawers. He tears the packet with his teeth, rolls the condom down his length, and tosses the empty wrapper onto the table before crawling back up onto the bed behind me.
I try to brace myself as I feel Shawn's glans pressing against my pussy. When he bucks forward, I cry out, a mix of shock from the intense stretching and pleasure. Damn, his dick is big.
He puts his hands on the small of my back and begins thrusting, making me feel like a dog being bred as I stare forward at Tristan while he strokes his cock. I give myself a minute to adjust to Shawn filling me before I grab Tristan's dick and wrap my lips around it again. He looks so gorgeous kneeling before me with his legs slightly parted, his abs hard and perfectly chiseled. It's enough to make me want to come all over Shawn's dick.
I feel a bit too full having them both in me at the same time. Tristan is being a lot more gentle this go round. He doesn't force me down on his cock. Shawn's thrusting is doing enough of that. He's already picked up the pace, and my body bounces into Tristan with every thrust, further impaling me on him.
Now it's Shawn who is being vocal, and I'm cursing myself for feeling another orgasm at the surface. The friction of him spearing in and out of my cunt is just too much to bear.
“You like that, don't you,” Shawn says crudely, perhaps responding to my blatant moaning. I don't flatter him with an answer. “I'm going to make you come all of my dick, and then you're going to come all over Tristan's dick too. Do you understand?” When I don't reply, he gives my ass a hard slap. “I said, do you understand?”
“Mhm,” I mumble around Tristan's cock, feeling my clit pulse from the dominance in Shawn's voice.
Every once in a while, Shawn gives my ass a squeeze. He never lets up on his pacing though, pumping into me until I can't take it anymore. My climax races to the surface, my pussy clamping around his dick as I give way to pleasure. Damn him for doing this to me twice before Tristan has even gotten a chance to make me orgasm once.
When my contractions subside, they decide to switch places. This time, I'm positioned on my side for Tristan to enter me. He doesn't wear a condom, but I understand why now, so it doesn't bother me. I watch in anticipation as he lays behind me so that his cock can reach my opening. Shawn fondles and kneads both of my breasts while Tristan pushes inside of me and begins thrusting. Then Shawn guides my hand to his dick and makes me stroke him off while Tristan has sex with me, which is a bit awkward since he's wearing a condom.
The position doesn't allow for as deep of penetration as doggy style, but it gets the job done. After a few seconds of screwing me sideways, he turns me over onto my back and gets between my legs, thrusting into me in missionary position. Shawn leans over me and sucks on one of my breasts, which sends tiny pulses straight to my clit. Another orgasm is just around the corner; I can feel it. It wouldn't take much more to urge it out. I just need . . .
Almost the second I think it, Tristan picks up the pace. He pumps into me rapidly, and I'm moaning so much that I completely abandon Shawn's cock. My hands reach for Tristan's hips, pulling him deeper into me as my climax rips through me. He presses hard against me, grinding his pubic bone into my clit, causing my back to arch and my toes to curl. Shawn seems content to be left on the sidelines for now, watching my orgasm play out in front of him.
Tristan's body stills inside of me, and I know that he's filling me. It's odd that I can't feel his seed inside of me. I know that it's there though. I know he's spent. He leans over me and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and kissing it while he waits to grow soft.
When Tristan finally pulls out, they trade places again. My cheeks grow warm as I feel Shawn enter me and immediately pick up the pace. This isn't about my pleasure anymore. This is about him getting off.
He pumps into me aggressively, pressing my legs up to my chest and drilling until it hurts, and I feel like my body might break. Just when I'm about to beg him to stop, he lets out a guttural moan and presses so deeply into me that I can almost taste his cock. It's over. It's over, and I'm beyond exhausted, and I still can't believe what just happened. I had sex with both of them. Brothers.
I lay there even after Shawn pulls out, finally feeling Tristan's seed flowing from my body. It's the strangest experience, knowing he came inside of me. It won't get me pregnant though. He can't get me pregnant. And Shawn used protection, so I should be alright.
“Want to spend the night?” Tristan asks, giving me a hopeful look.
“I don't think I could leave if I wanted to. I'm too tired.” I roll over and kiss his knee.
“Good. Because I don't want you to leave. We don't want you to leave.” He glances over at Shawn, who doesn't seem like he would care either way.
“Is that true?” I ask. For this being a poly relationship, I'm quickly getting the feeling that Shawn is only in it for the sex.
His expression softens a bit as he looks down at me, and I finally see a hint of acceptance there. “It's true.”
Good. That's the way this is supposed to be.
We all get out of bed and take a shower together. The affection that was lacking in the bedroom is more apparent in the bathroom. I'm bathed first by the boys before they take care of themselves. Well, Shawn takes care of himself. I wash Tristan's body while he shampoos his own hair. The shower is more out of necessity than a need for closeness. We all smell like sweat and sex.
After the shower, I give my mother a call to let her know I'm not coming home. Then we relocate to Shawn's bedroom to curl up in bed together with me in the middle. It feels strange being between them in the same bed, but I like it. I feel safe and warm and . . . loved? Maybe I'm not quite there yet, but it will eventually happen. At least, Tristan loves me.
Within seconds, I can hear Tristan snoring peacefully beside me. I'm about to turn to watch him sleep when Shawn looks at me, his expression completely annoyed. “That's what you have to look forward to. Do you think you can handle it?”
“You guys or the snoring?” I can't help but grin.
“Both.”
“You know, they make these nose strips for snoring. Getting used to you two might be a bit more difficult, especially since I still get the feeling you're only doing this for Tristan.” I roll around to face Shawn, propping my head up on my hand.
“I already told you I'm not like Tristan. I don't express love and affection in the same way. Sure, I might want to cuddle on occasion, but if you're looking for rainbows and butterflies and romantic gestures, I'm not the guy. I'll be there to take care of you and provide for you. I'll chase away his demons to keep you both happy and safe. That's my job in this,” his voice is low and serious.
“I want you to enjoy it too. If you don't enjoy it, then there's no point.” I furrow my brow.
“It's sex, Sarah. How could I not enjoy it?” He smirks.
I sigh, rolling over onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. That wasn't the answer I expected, and not really the answer I wanted. Then again, this is Shawn. Few things are warm about him besides his body.
“I'm not sure how I'm going to organize all of this, dating both of you and working full-time. You know I can't ta
ke time off to be with you guys. I have to save up for college.” I let my mouth run free with my worries.
“No, you don't.”
“Yes, I do.” I turn to look at him again.
“No, you don't, because Tristan and I are going to pay to send you to college. I told you we're going to take care of you from now on. That's part of the package of you agreeing to do this with us. I know that it's out of your comfort zone, and I know that sometimes it won't be easy. Being in a two person relationship is hard enough. It's stupid to pretend that everything will always be like this. Will always be close to perfect. But if we make life easier for you, maybe you'll want to stay.” He offers me a weak smile. I can't tell if it's forced or not, if he's trying to bribe me or be genuinely kind and compassionate.
“You guys are going to pay to send me to college?” My mouth falls agape as I try to process what he just said.
“Anywhere you want to go locally. We make a lot of money. Paying for your college tuition is nothing to us, and it's certainly worth it for the woman Tristan loves.”
“Can I kiss you?” It's a dumb thing to say, but it's the only reaction I can come up with that doesn't involve me standing and jumping up and down all over the bed. I'm sure Tristan wouldn't appreciate that much, given his current state of being in a sex coma.
“Anytime you like. Every day. For the rest of your life.”
I blush at Shawn's words. It's these rare moments when he says something completely sweet that he doesn't seem like such a bad guy. I lean in and give him a chaste kiss on the lips, closing my eyes and fully savoring it. He presses for more, and I give in, allowing him to fist his hand in my hair and kiss me deeply. When he finally pulls away, I'm breathless and dizzy.
It's amazing how much your life can change in such a short period of time. I feel like I've lost so much of myself since I met Tristan and Shawn, but what I've gained is so much more. Maybe letting yourself go occasionally isn't such a bad thing. Perhaps holding yourself back from what you really want to do only denies you unthinkable opportunities. This has been a learning experience for me as well as a lesson in love. It doesn't always come softly. It's not always perfect. But if you care about someone enough, it can be right, no matter what form it comes in.
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Bonus Excerpt from The Billionaires Club
Never before has my pulse raced so much just from being looked at. My first impulse is to avert my eyes. Is this how I'm supposed to act? Is this how the other girls before me acted?
His eyes are that of a predator, dark and smoldering in the dim light of the club. They're fixed on me as he takes confident strides across the room. I am his prey.
Every warning light programmed into my subconscious mind goes off, the ones that protect you from making mistakes. Fight or flight response kicks in, and it takes everything in me to keep my black heels planted on the floor, to not turn around and pretend I don't see him.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he says as he reaches me, his hand moving forward to wrap around my waist. It's like he's known me for years. But he hasn't known me for years. This is the first time we've met.
“Hi,” I manage to stutter out, knowing that my cheeks are redder than roses. Thankfully, he can't see it in the dim light. Would he care if he could? Guys like him are probably used to having girls blushing at them.
“Shall we go upstairs?” His fingers delicately trace my side, sending a strange electricity straight to my nether region. I want him. There's no question about it. But I'm also scared. What have I gotten myself into?
“Do you come here a lot?” I ask stupidly, stalling.
His face pulls into the most intoxicating smile I've ever seen, and he laughs. Good God does he have a sexy laugh. “I came here tonight for you. Just you. Let's go.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the door of the club. With each step, my heart thumps harder in my chest. This is what I want, right? This is what I came here for. To spend one night with a man whom I'd never have a chance with in a million years in real life. To feel what it's like to be touched by someone with experience. A man, not a boy. Yes, this is what I'm here for, but if that's the case, then why am I so afraid to give in to desire.
He places his hand on the small of my back as we wait for the elevator, leaning into me. I'm too nervous to look at him, but I can smell him, the scent of expensive cologne and everything that makes him worthy of being part of The Billionaires Club.
“I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before,” he whispers into my ear. “And you're going to love every minute of it.”
I don't doubt his words. How can I? My body is wanton for him, so desperately wanton.
In the elevator, he can't keep his hands off of me. He corners me, bearing into me with his intense gaze. In the club, his eyes looked dark, but now I can see that they're a pale shade of blue. Could he have gotten anymore handsome.
I bite my lip, looking up at him nervously. His lips move to meet mine, and the kiss is teasing at best. He brushes his thumb affectionately across my cheek, sending feelings of lust racing through me. His touch is magic, and I can only imagine what the rest of him will feel like.
When the elevator door opens, he leads me out into the hall and pulls a key card from his pocket. This entire floor is his suite. It's almost staggering to think it. Of course, this is a rented room. He doesn't actually live here. It might not even belong exclusively to him. It's just a stage to set a scene, the place that he takes all of his girls. But I don't want to think about that. Tonight, it's all about me.
I stare at the back of his suit as he opens the door for me. Once I step inside that room, there's no going back. Is this really the right thing to do? I've wanted something like this since the first time I picked up a romance novel, but actually experiencing it is completely different. Besides, this isn't really anything like the novels. This is something else. But it's as close to the novels as I'll ever get, so I should take it.
“My name is Anders,” he offers to me once he opens the door. “That's what you'll be screaming later.”
“Is that your first name or your last name?” I ask, peering into the room like a timid animal fearing a trap. This is not like the novels at all. The heroine never acts this stupid.
“It's my first name.”
“Mine is Tessa.” I take a deep breath and step forward, crossing the threshold into his expansive suite and a night of sex that I'll likely never forget.
Almost the instant both of my feet land inside the door, he's on me, overpowering me, dominating me. “Tessa.” My name sounds so sweet on his lips. “Tonight you are all mine. Tonight you will think of me and only me. I'm going to make you come again and again, and tomorrow you'll likely not be able to walk straight. I hope you don't have any plans.”
He devours any response I might make with his lips, pushing them hungrily on top of mine as he presses me against the entryway. No response is needed. He knows what I'm here for, that this is the pinnacle of my stay at The Billionaires Club. Everything else is just icing on the cake. If I'm laid up in my room tomorrow, it means he did his job right.
I can feel his arousal beneath his slacks, and though my hands want to go for his cock, I wrap them around his broad muscular shoulders instead. He's every bit as solid as I imagined he'd be. Of course, he is. You don't get to be a host at The Billionaires Club unless your body is custom designed for women. He's almost unrealistically perfect. His face, his lips, his hands. Everything about him was built for pleasure. My pleasure.
A soft moan escapes my lips as I give in to fantasy, tilting my head to feel his mouth brushing over my neck. His warm breath on my skin is pleasant. His hands on my thighs feel even better. He's hiking up my skirt, and all I can do is stand there, leaning
against the wall, powerless against him. No woman in her right mind would ever resist him. He's too irresistible.
“Are you thinking about it? Writhing beneath my body. I bet you want it right now, for me to take you right here. I'm going to savor you though. Every kiss. Every touch.” His thumb teases softly between my legs, and I respond by opening them a bit wider, feeling embarrassed by my own need for him. He's not the only one who is going to be savoring every moment. But I think he knows that. That's why he moves oh so slowly.
His fingers tug my panties aside, and he delicately thumbs across my folds. “You're so wet for me. I'm not even inside you yet, and I can already feel it.”
He's not lying. I'm practically dripping with want for him. No man has ever made me feel this way this quickly. All I can think about is having him inside of me, of what it will be like to be beneath him.
When he pushes his fingers between my folds, I buck my hips, yearning to feel him. His touch is gentle and sensual, playing back and forth over my heated swollen clit. I worry I might be so hot that I'll burn him, but he doesn't seem affected by it. If anything, he seems more aroused. The look in his eyes is pure lust. And in that moment, it's all for me.
I tremble slightly as he skillfully rubs my pleasure button, already feeling my body racing up the hill to climax. I'm a bit surprised at how quickly my orgasm is building. It's never been like this before. Perhaps it's because I'm so attracted to him. I feel almost unworthy of his touch. But it's a stupid silly thought. Anyone with enough money is worthy.
I can't think about that. Can't think about how this is all just a fantasy made flesh. Can't think about how my best friend spent a portion of her lottery winnings to send me here, to make one of my greatest dreams come true. I'll ruin it by thinking about that stuff. I need to focus. Focus on him.
His heated kiss brings me back into the moment. His scent intoxicates me while his mouth moves sensually on top of mine. I taste his lips and his tongue, wanting to indulge in him forever. He holds my face in one hand and drives me to the height of pleasure with the other. I moan against his mouth as I feel the surge overtake me. He presses his body against mine, and all I need is the feel of his arousal for me to send me plummeting over the edge.
