Break a Leg and Fall in Love

by Break a Leg

  “Find the nearest hotel and sleep for a week,” suggested Oliver. “It’s too far to go home now.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” said Kieran, heading back to the highway.

  Chapter Five

  Once they arrived at the hotel, ate a meal, showered, and changed, suddenly none of them wanted to sleep.

  “Have you ever thought of shaving your pussy?” Oliver asked Rose.

  “Well, yeah, sorta. Some of my friends have done the Brazilian wax thing, and others shave for special occasions and stuff,” Rose replied. “What about you? I notice men sometimes shave down there these days, too.”

  All the air seemed to suddenly be sucked out of the room, and there was a moment of tense anticipation.

  “Oh, God, yeah, let’s do it,” said Kieran. “Let’s all shave each other. Man, that would be so hot.”

  “Would you let us? Can we shave your pretty pussy?” asked Oliver.

  “That means I get to shave you both, though, doesn’t it?” Rose confirmed the rules.

  “Oh, yeah. We’ll all do each other.”

  Rose nodded slowly, then pushed her glasses up her nose. “Hell, yes, let’s do it.”

  The men rummaged through their luggage to come up with a razor and shaving cream, while Rose upended the ice bucket and filled it with warm, soapy water. She grabbed all the washcloths from the bathroom and a couple of towels, then came back to the bedroom and undressed.

  Both the men were naked and waiting, their cocks already standing at attention, anticipating this new game.

  Rose placed a towel on the bed, then sat on it, while Kieran shoved a couple of pillows behind her for support and dragged a chair close to the bed, right between her legs.

  The men lavishly anointed her pussy with shaving cream, then very carefully began to shave away her curls. When the top was naked, they became even more gentle and cautious, softly holding her outer lips and fastidiously removing every tiny hair.

  From time to time, a finger would gently rub across her clit or slip into that sensitive area between her slit and her anus. Rose’s breath grew harsh and ragged as heat coiled in her belly and her cunt began to drip its cream. “That is so sexy,” she whispered.

  Oliver rinsed her naked cunt clean and Kieran patted it dry. Both pressed tiny kisses on the newly exposed flesh, and Rose’s nerves fired up.

  “I want to come,” she breathed.

  “Wait. Wait until we’re all done. The waiting will make the orgasm that much more powerful,” replied Kieran.

  Rose nodded. She knew he was correct, but it was going to be hard to control herself until then.

  When Rose was finished, Kieran washed the razor and the ice bucket out and came back with fresh, warm, soapy water.

  Rose moved the used washcloths to one side and sprayed shaving cream all around Oliver’s cock. Then she shaved a heart-shaped pattern with the cock as the centerpiece. Kieran was next and tipped Oliver’s legs back over his shoulders so he could shave around his lover’s anus. Finally, they put Oliver’s legs down and carefully removed the remaining hair.

  Rose’s cunt was dripping with cream and her belly clenched hard with the need to come. She could see both men were as aroused as she. Their cocks were huge and hard, the heads deep red. Kieran’s cock was straining upward, and she knew she would need to be careful as she shaved him or he would explode like a firecracker.

  They all traded places and shaved Kieran. By now they were experienced at how to do it, and so needy they refrained from playing. They were all eager to move on to the next stage.

  So eager that they didn’t even tidy up when they finished. As soon as Kieran’s hairless genitals were dried, they shoved the towels and equipment onto the nightstand and tumbled onto the bed in a frenzy of arms, legs, and bodies wanting to fuck.

  There was a brief stop as Kieran jumped up to grab some condoms and lube from their luggage, but very quickly he had sunk his cock deep inside Rose, and Oliver was stretching her ass, getting it ready to take his cock.

  “Hurry,” she whimpered. “I need you both inside me. I’m so hot and horny, and I want you both inside when I come.”

  Oliver hastily dropped the lube and climbed behind Rose. Kieran pulled her flat against his body and Oliver pressed his cock at her anus. It opened wide, welcoming him inside.

  “Yes!” breathed Oliver, holding Kieran’s shoulders so Rose was sandwiched tightly between them. Kieran pulled out as Oliver pressed in, then the men alternated. Rose’s newly bare pussy was so sensitive that she was gasping for relief in just a few strokes.

  “Hold it back. Wait for us. The orgasm will be better if you do,” ordered Kieran.

  “God, I’m trying, but I can’t hold on much longer,” she wailed.

  The men thrust more purposefully.

  “I’m coming,” shrieked Rose, and her pussy contracted with ripples and waves and pulses.

  They drove into her in unison now, hard and fast, their harsh panting indicating how close they were to coming, too.

  Rose’s orgasm went on and on, her contractions milking the men’s cocks, and suddenly they both came.

  She felt their semen spurt in the thin latex in her cunt and in her ass simultaneously, the hot seed another erotic sensation heightening her experience. Although she would have sworn she was still in mid-orgasm, she was thrown into an even stronger climax.

  Rose screamed at the intense pleasure, her entire body spasming, every part of her bursting with the earthquake force of this second climax.

  The men held her tightly, kissing, petting, and stroking her down from the high.

  “My God, that was awesome,” Rose whispered hoarsely and blacked out.

  ****

  “Shit! What do we do now?” asked Oliver.

  “Clean her up and let our woman sleep it off.”

  So Oliver tenderly laid her glasses on the nightstand while Kieran took all the used washcloths into the bathroom and came back with a warm, damp towel to wipe the sweat from her body.

  They tidied up the mess, took quick showers, then slipped into bed beside Rose and curled themselves around her body. Both fell asleep very quickly, and neither of them commented that Kieran had called her ‘their’ woman.

  ****

  None of them had thought to bring their gym clothes with them, so six-thirty the next morning found a tired and grumpy Rose sweating and swearing at the gym in a too-large pair of Oliver’s boxers with her T-shirt.

  “I don’t see what the magic is about six-thirty,” she groused. “Nine would be a lot more civilized, and I could have worn my own shorts.”

  “Yeah, but you need to keep up the program, maintain the discipline of the exercises,” said Kieran.

  “And the likelihood of you turning up if we let you head home was not high. You’d have gone straight back to bed,” added Oliver.

  Rose had to grin. They knew her too well. She probably would have. “Sadistic bastards,” she replied.

  They all laughed, then the men conscientiously made her focus on her exercises.

  ****

  Oliver wouldn’t upset her by telling her, but both he and Kieran had noticed her leg seemed stronger the last few days. Of course it was probably too early to be sure, but he believed these exercises were helping her. Not that he would risk life and limb by pointing it out to her while she was at the gym. She was quite capable of throwing the weights at him, and she was deadly accurate with the things she threw. But maybe after a little hot loving they could both break it to her.

  As usual, they both stayed with her for the hour, making sure she did every exercise on the day’s program which they had long since memorized, not trusting her not to “lose” the despised booklet. Then they hustled her into the car, saying she could shower at home.

  ****

  Instead of a shower, though, Kieran filled the tub and suggested they have a bath. Rose wasn’t sure how that would work. Yes, it was a large tub, and she had no doubt the men had shared it many times, but fit
ting three people in she wasn’t so sure about.

  “Stop thinking and get in,” ordered Kieran as she stood in the doorway pushing her glasses up her nose.

  “Are you sure this will work?” Rose replied, slowly taking off the borrowed boxers.

  “Of course,” he replied, so she stepped into the water.

  The water was scented with something delicate. Lemon, she realized. It was the same scent as the candles on her first night with these men…men who had come to mean so much more to her than just bedmates.

  They seemed to have been part of her life for longer than two weeks. They’d infiltrated many of her days as well as her nights, and every day they said and did things that meant so much to her. Like the way they accompanied her to the gym. They were a lot more than personal trainers or even a cheer squad. They embodied elements of both and even, at times, touches of that sadistic bastard of a physio, but they also showed genuine care for her, a true desire for her to be healed and whole again.

  Shit! I love them. I actually, genuinely, love them. And any minute now they’ll decide our playtime is over and it’s time for me to go on alone. And I’ll die. I can’t bear to leave them. Determinedly, Rose pushed her glasses up her nose, took a deep breath, and looked at the men.

  Kieran sat at one end of the tub, his legs spread wide apart and pressed against the sides of the tub, his cock bouncing cheekily straight up out of the water.

  Oliver sat at the other end of the tub, his head resting on the ledge. His legs were spread but were inside Kieran’s. His hand was clenched around his cock, which was also standing up straight.

  “Sit between my legs,” instructed Kieran.

  Before she’d broken her leg, Rose would have had no hesitation in simply crossing her legs and sitting straight down. These days she was less sure of herself, so she grabbed hold of the side of the tub and sat more gingerly, her legs not crossed, but together to fit inside Oliver’s.

  “Open your legs,” said Oliver, and he slid one of his between hers, his toes going unerringly to her naked cunt and playing with her pussy. “Feel how much more sensitive your skin is there now? How much sexier every little touch feels?” he asked.

  Her breath hitched and she nodded.

  Oliver was still relaxed against his end of the tub.

  Kieran’s hands came around her breasts and began to play with them. “Two perfect handfuls,” he whispered, dropping light kisses on her neck. “Two sexy nipples,” he added, rolling them between his fingers.

  Rose shuddered as heat started to build inside her.

  A toe pressed against her clit as Oliver began teasing her there in earnest. His toes slid along her labia, slipping in between them every now and again, then withdrawing to play around the edges some more.

  Rose’s breathing became ragged, and she rested her head against Kieran’s chest.

  He dropped his head to kiss along her shoulders, her neck, her chin, and her jaw line. His hands became rougher on her breasts, squeezing and pressing and molding, pulling on her nipples.

  Rose found herself grabbing his hands, pressing her palms to them, wanting more.

  Oliver slid up the tub, his toes still hard against her clit. His hands joined in touching her body, gripping her hips, sliding across her belly. “Do you like this?” he whispered.

  “More,” she begged. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “No, not now,” replied Kieran. “I think we’ll play some more.”

  The men lifted her hips up and Oliver’s mouth was on her cunt, his lips sucking and teasing her labia, his tongue rubbing over her clit, then pushing inside her cunt.

  Someone’s hands were on her ass and a finger was pushing inside. She felt gel and then something cool and hard. A butt plug.

  Rose’s hands grabbed frantically at her men, her fingers tangling in their hair. “I want to come,” she begged.

  Hands played with her pussy. The sensitive, newly naked skin was alive to every touch, and her clit seemed even more responsive than usual. Fingers thrust inside her cunt and curved up to scrape across her G-spot. Other fingers pressed on her clit, and she came in a sizzling burst of sensation.

  Kieran lifted her out of the tub, Oliver grabbed an armload of towels, and they moved into the bedroom. Latex snapped and she was sliding onto Oliver’s cock. He rolled her onto her side, pulling her left leg out of the way so Kieran could take out the butt plug and push deep into her ass.

  The men’s legs twisted over hers and they began a slow thrust inside her. Lying on their sides like this, the men had full use of both hands as well as their mouths, and to Rose it seemed like hands and mouths were on every inch of her skin.

  Her brain was overloading with sensation and she was rubbing thighs and arms, clutching asses, and generally being driven wild with the steadily rising heat of the moment.

  The men’s thrusting became more purposeful and powerful, and she knew they were close to coming. A tongue prodded deep into her mouth and she sucked on it.

  Fingers pinched her clit and she was over the edge, thrown into another wild orgasm, the men spurting inside her.

  And she knew right then, with absolute certainty, that she would never be able to give up these men and everything they meant to her. Not just the sex, wild and fulfilling as it was, but also their kindness and generosity, their unfailing understanding of her deepest needs, even those unspoken.

  Chapter Six

  Kieran and Oliver sat at their kitchen table, a pot of coffee between them, trying to work out exactly how to ask Rose to move in with them. Permanently.

  “She’s very independent. Likes to make her own decisions. Feisty. Smart. And I like that in her. I wouldn’t want her to change. I really think she enjoys being with us, would be happy with us, but…”

  “Yeah, but. If she thinks we’re pushing her or will take away her choices, she’ll run a mile from us.” Kieran sighed. “We need to present it to her when she’s happy and relaxed and yet still able to realize it’s truly what she wants.”

  “So, how the hell do we do that? If we fuck her to exhaustion, then we’ll be exhausted, too. And I’ll probably open my mouth and insert both feet in it.” Oliver sighed.

  “So we need to plan. What can we do that she’ll really enjoy but that will show her we want her to be happy and to be with us? And that being with us will make her happy?”

  ****

  Rose sat at her desk in her home office surrounded by spreadsheets, but the rows of figures so neatly lined up, which usually gave her pleasure, couldn’t keep her attention. Two smiling faces kept intruding, Kieran’s with one eyebrow quirked up and Oliver’s with a wide, happy grin.

  Two tears slowly trickled down her cheeks. “Oh, God, I want them both so much. I don’t want to leave them. I want to stay with them!”

  Well, damn it, woman, get out there and tell them. Be prepared to fight for them if you have to.

  “I will,” she decided. Jumping out of her chair, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

  ****

  “So, whose place are we visiting, and what kind of party is this exactly?” asked Rose, nervously pushing her glasses up her nose as they walked toward a large house in a nice neighborhood.

  “And where are all the cars?” she added, noticing just one vehicle parked in the driveway.

  “It’s Steve’s house. He works with me, and it’s a very small private party,” answered Kieran after shooting a glance at Oliver. A glance Rose caught but couldn’t read.

  Oliver ran a gentle, soothing hand down her back, then rested his palm just above her butt, causing a delicious little shiver to pulse through Rose.

  God, her men looked hot tonight. They were both wearing dress pants and loafers with silk shirts - Oliver’s a deep green that made the most of his hazel eyes, and Kieran’s a rich gold that made his skin look creamy-tan and lickable. She was glad she’d bought the new, pale blue, halter-neck dress she was wearing especially for tonight. And what was underneath it…but tha
t was a secret for the guys to discover later.

  They walked down the path to a side gate, and Kieran drew a key from his pocket and unlocked it.

  Rose gave him a sharp glance, but he looked straight ahead and locked the gate behind them when they’d passed through. They continued down the path and through a garden to a standalone building. Again, Kieran unlocked the door, then locked it behind them.

  Oliver flipped a row of switches, and the building was revealed as an indoor pool room with a large hot tub and a half-Olympic-sized swimming pool, as well as several tables and chairs. One of the tables was laid with a white linen cloth, sparkling cutlery and glassware, and platters of food. Several bottles of wine rested in an ice bucket beside the table.

  Rose drew in a deep breath and just stared.

  “This is a party for the three of us,” said Kieran.

  “We really met properly at the swimming pool. It seemed to symbolize the start of our relationship,” added Oliver.

  “We want that relationship to deepen and be ongoing. We want you to move in with us.”

  “So we thought—”

  Rose interrupted Oliver. “You want the relationship to continue? Really?” She looked into their faces and was thrilled to see the smiles and nods. “Oh, God, I want that so much. I didn’t think you did. I thought you were happy to remain basically a twosome.”

  “No. We want to be a threesome from now on. With you,” said Kieran. Both men moved quickly to wrap her in their arms and took turns kissing her.

  “So, what would you like to do first?” asked Oliver. “Swim? Hot tub? Eat? Maybe a few star jumps?”

  They all laughed, then Rose ran her hand up Kieran’s chest and wiggled her butt into Oliver’s hips. “Well, since none of us brought swimwear, I really think getting undressed should happen first.” She began unbuttoning Kieran’s shirt.

  “No, you first,” he said, spinning her around to face Oliver and sliding the zipper at the back of her dress down.