“Ready.”
Chris nodded, then turned and sat on the tailgate, leaning back and bringing me with him. Behind me, hands cupped my ass, pulled my cheeks apart. I moaned in protest, and Owen’s thumbs slipped farther down, tucking into my pussy, sliding along Chris’s dick, then stretching upward to make a space.
“No way,” I muttered.
“There’s room. I promise,” Owen said a trace of humor in his strained voice. Then he was pushing inside me, forcing his way atop Chris’s thick cock.
“Fuck, it’s tight.” Chris said, gasping.
“I’ll move for us both,” Owen whispered and gave a tentative stroke, then another, deepening his thrusts as he squeezed his way inside me.
Chris leaned back a little farther on the truck, then placed my knees on either side of his hips. I bent over him, scooping at his mouth while Owen pleasured us both with his short, sharp strokes.
I’d never been so full or stretched. Friction built. I’d be sore in the morning, but I didn’t care, gritting my teeth to hold out for just a few seconds more. My channel flooded with moisture, oozing around the two cocks. They both moved inside me, one pushing, one pulling. A finger breached my ass, plunging deep.
I howled, bucking atop Chris, wriggling my ass to encourage Owen to power harder. Sweat slicked my belly and my back and rolled off my chin.
Chris cupped my breast, twisted my nipple, released it, then finally pinched it hard.
I came with a yelp, grinding down on his cock as he rolled his belly to force his cock deeper and held still while Owen jerked hard inside me. Then I moaned, long and loud, collapsing against Chris’s chest until Owen jerked again and then settled against me, his hot breaths gusting in my ear.
“Think we might make it to that bed, now?” Owen gasped.
I laughed. “Still got legs? I don’t.”
The three of us chuckled. Hands smoothed over my back and ass, my belly. Owen pulled away. Chris came up on his arms and slid to the edge of the tailgate. “Hold on.” He walked with me wrapped around him to my door.
“Key,” I muttered. “Pocket.”
“Got it,” Owen said. He fumbled with the lock and pushed inside. The bed, with its covers turned down, beckoned. Chris knelt on the edge then came down on top of me. This was when I realized he was still hard as a post inside me.
“I gotta move,” he growled.
I grinned. “Bet you do.”
His grunt was all male. “You’re a sassy thing.”
“Who says that?”
“You’re not in Iowa anymore.”
“All you Arkansas boys this horny?”
His grin was a tight flash. He pushed my legs off his waist and shoved my thighs toward my chest. One large hand cupped my ass, cradling me, while he braced his weight on the other arm and began to thrust. Hard. His eyes narrowed, his chest expanded with the effort, his muscles rippling as he plowed into me.
Even scrunched so tight I could barely breathe, I didn’t mind. Watching his face tighten, his lips draw away from his teeth as he drew near his peak, I wondered how I’d ever been satisfied before with a man who didn’t like sweat or effort and whose lazy lovemaking had only managed to warm me. Sure, Derek had gotten me off, eventually, but he hadn’t been this powerful. This physical.
Chris thrust hard and held. His head fell back, and he groaned. I felt him tremble inside me, felt the gush through the latex. He lowered my butt, and I stretched out my legs on either side him while he slowly rocked against me, both of us savoring the sensation of him moving in my liquid heat.
We rested like that, me still pinned to the bed with a nude Owen lying on his side beside us, a wide grin splitting his mouth.
When Chris stirred he gave a deep rumbling groan. “Still need to sleep?”
“What about your game?”
“I’ve got a game,” Owen said, his tone sly.
Chris and I both turned to stare at Owen who gave a casual shrug—completely at odds with the tension causing his cock to stiffen against his belly. “Depends on how flexible you are, Kelsey. And whether you’re any good at…multi-tasking.”
I don’t know what made me laugh so hard—the fact he’d actually used the word “multi-tasking” with his thick Southern drawl or the shot of adrenaline that spiked my blood. However, when I quieted, I let him drape me sideways on the bed, my head hanging over the edge of the bed for Chris to take my mouth while Owen knelt, my thighs draped over his shoulders for him to prove to me just how diligent a country boy could be.
I drifted in a happy sensual haze, mouth stuffed, pussy teased. This was so much better than the lazy, self-inflicted orgasm I’d been willing to settle for. A brilliant send-off to the next chapter of my life. Rather than entering it with my shoulders drooping with disappointment, I felt sure the rosy blush of excitement would linger for a long time—a secret I’d keep to myself and savor for its delicious naughtiness.
Owen slid a tongue between my folds and lapped like a dog from just beneath my pussy to my clit. My heels dug into his back.
Chris leaned over me, his quickly hardening dick down my throat, his body braced on his arms as he moved in smooth shallow motions across my tongue to the back of my throat.
I felt like one of those blow-up dolls, not expected to do anything but provide a convenient hole or two for the men to use. Not that I really minded. Lying helpless, feeling overwhelmed by all the testosterone and male musk scenting the room. I was really quite content.
I knew with feminine surety that we’d be fucking until dawn. When I rolled out of the parking lot, I’d ache from head to toe and would have bruises in intimate places. I also knew that even though I’d give them a casual goodbye, I’d find a way to slip my cellphone number into one of their pockets. Not that I expected this to develop into something more than what it really was.
I might have begun this trip thinking the life I entered was a last resort, but I had options. Two of them at the moment. I reached around Chris’s buttocks and slid a finger between his cheeks.
“God damn,” he whispered.
My mouth stretched as I smiled around his cock. Yeah, I wasn’t in Iowa anymore.
Three months later…
Although the Cedar Inn had been a seedy dive, I kind of missed it. Owen’s apartment was spotless—and empty, except for the large king-size mattress sitting on a low platform. Stark beige walls without a single picture hung to break up the expanse, beige carpet, pristine white tiled bathroom. He hadn’t done a thing to personalize the space, but then, he hadn’t had any free time. Our little threesome took all the hours we didn’t expend on work or school.
Once again, I found my mouth stuffed with Owen’s lovely cock and Chris giving me short, targeted thrusts with his blunt cudgel from behind. My body was warm and relaxed as I happily gave myself over as their favorite play toy. Pushed this way, bent that way—didn’t matter. Our encounters were always fun and exactly what each of us needed. Physically, anyway.
Of late, I’d noted the way Chris looked at me. As though he wanted to say something, and because I was a little nervous about what that something might be, I distracted him—not hard to do because the moment I stripped, his attention narrowed to my naked girlie parts.
Was he having second thoughts about our exclusive arrangement? The deal had made sense when Owen suggested it. We’d all marched down to get our checkups. I’d updated my birth control prescription. We were free of disease and protected from pregnancy. Free to fuck without barriers. And since we’d discovered that we were all pretty open to trying new things, sex was never boring.
Still, Chris’s look disturbed me. I’d never been happier, never so fulfilled. I was doing well at school. The men catered to my needs, provided me companionship, but we all had our space. They spent days on the road, and then their weekends with me—and Grandma had taken a shine to Chris, the only one I’d introduced her to, because I was sure she’d have had a heart attack if she knew I was dating two men.
I dedicated myself to my studies when they were gone, shared sexy texts to keep the connections, but everything was humming right along. Like my body now that Chris was adding a little clitoral stimulation to his vigorous thrusts. While his fingers swirled on my engorged nubbin, his strokes changed angle, which had his belly tapping the end of the plug Owen had slid into my ass before we’d started.
“Jesus, that’s good, Chris,” I crooned before swallowing Owen whole on my next downward bob.
Owen combed back my hair with his fingers then tugged hard, bringing me off his dick. Chris withdrew, and then moved me with his large hands, forcing me to sit on the plug which deepened its intrusion. A fresh wave of fluid seeped toward my pussy.
Both men knelt in front of me. I studied their faces, noted Chris’s narrowed gaze and Owen’s one-sided smile.
“What?” I asked, lifting my chin. “Are you going to tie me up again?”
Owen snorted. “Wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be. Kept having to retie the ropes every time we moved you. Kinda wrecked my concentration.”
I shook my head and gave him a glare. I’d loved the restraints.
Chris cleared his throat. “We’re going in together on a house. It’s small. Two bedrooms. Needs some work, but we thought it would be fun to take it on as a project.”
“So why are you both looking at me like that? We won’t be using Owen’s apartment anymore, so what?”
Chris reached for my hand. “We want you to move in with us.”
I sucked in a breath, readying myself to refuse, because things were already great, and wouldn’t we mess it up if we all got too cozy? “I don’t have a job. Won’t until I finish school. I can’t help with expenses.”
“We’ve got that covered,” Owen said, giving me a wink.
“I take it, my contribution’s gonna be ‘services provided’?” My frown deepened. “Way to make a girl feel like whore,” I whispered.
Chris cursed under his breath, pulled me up, and spread my thighs so that I straddled his lap. Once he had me pinned on his cock, I could do nothing more than return his steely glare.
“No more games,” he muttered. “Or plenty more games, but we’re not really playing, are we?”
His tone was so full of confusion I almost felt sorry for him.
Owen moved behind me and lifted me so that only the tip of Chris’s cock was still embedded. Then he drew out the plug and tossed it. When his cock nudged my back hole, I groaned and sank my forehead against Chris’s shoulder. This was so damn typical. Whenever I tried to pull away, keep some distance, they closed in.
Owen pushed once and kept the pressure until I breathed, relaxing the stricture to let him slide easily inside.
Filled front and back, both orifices tightened in arousal. “Chris….” My hands slid slowly from his shoulder to the back of his shaggy hair, and I thrust my fingers deep, dragging the nails on his scalp.
“Yes, baby?” he whispered.
“You know I’m not any good at relationships.”
“What the fuck do you think this is?”
“Friendship? A community fucking club?”
Own laughed behind me, and his hands slid around my middle and upwards to cup my breasts. “Guess that’s fair. But what if we want more?”
I shook my head and tried to laugh, but the sound was harsh. “This is grown-up playtime. I suck at relationships.”
“You sucked at one. But you weren’t happy with that guy, even before you broke up, right?”
I nodded, my face rubbing on his skin. His spicy scent surrounded me, and now Owen was beginning to move in shallow rolls. The sensation of his cock in my ass with only a thin wall between his cock and Chris’s was delicious. The only sensation better was when they fucked my pussy together.
“That night at the Cedar Inn, when we gave Bobby a show on the tailgate, that was a wakeup call for Owen and me. We’d played before. We’d dated a lot, but sex with you was more. I can’t explain it, but the way you raised your chin, challenging us, when we could have swatted you away like a pesky fly, it made an impression. And then the way you let us love you, no holds barred… Baby, it got us thinking.”
Owen chuckled. “And you know that’s not his strong suit.”
I couldn’t laugh, couldn’t make light of what he’d said. I’d felt so reckless that night, so free, but that night wasn’t just my sexual liberation. I’d let go of what I thought my life should be, and had come to embrace the idea I could make it anything I wanted. “I don’t know… Grandma…”
“Will be down with it,” Chris said, leaning his forehead against mine. “Owen will officially be our roommate. She’s not a prude. And she’s already sat me down to give me the birds and the bees lecture to make sure I didn’t get you pregnant before you finished school.”
I groaned. “She did not. She gave me the same talk. I almost died of embarrassment.”
“The point is, we’re free, Kelsey. To be whatever we want to each other. Boyfriends and girlfriend…maybe husbands someday…”
“And you know I’m basically fickle,” Owen said. “One day I’m in love with your pussy, another it’s your mouth.” He gripped my hair to turn my head and gave me a slanting kiss. “Kidding, I love this. Love being with both of you.”
“Which brings us to another subject…”
I glanced up at Chris whose cheeks were reddening. A smile teased at the corners of my lips. “You want to try it, don’t you?”
He shrugged. “Since we ask a lot of you, I figured it was only fair we give you the one thing you’ve asked for.”
I leaned back my head to rest it on Owen’s shoulder and meet his downward gaze. “Seriously? You’re not going to feel coerced? It won’t damage your manhood?”
“Fair’s fair,” he said, then followed with a blistering cuss word.
“But the price…” Chris said, his gaze hard steel again.
I gave a slow nod. “I have to say yes to moving in.”
“Yup.”
I liked the way they blackmailed me with pleasure withheld, whether it was forcing me to rest against Chris’s groin without moving, like now, or making me wait for the next smack of Owen’s hand against my ass to earn some prize—usually an orgasm or a sexy concession.
They thought they were clever, getting exactly what they wanted, but I was the true winner. I had two attentive, energetic lovers. And now, they wanted to take this to the next step.
“What the hell? It’s not like I’ll see you anymore than I do now.”
Chris arched a brow. “About that. We’ll be working on a new mall job, right here in town. Should be home every damn night.”
I wished I wasn’t quite so transparent, but my pussy clenched hard around Chris’s cock. Joy spread through me.
“Think you’ll get tired of us?” Owen whispered, his arms encircling me from behind as he nuzzled my ear.
“Oh, I’ll be tired,” I said.
Chris’s mouth quirked. “We’ll let you choose paint and carpet. And since we’ll have to gut the bathroom, you can choose everything inside.”
“Have I complained that much about your boring walls?”
“Yup,” Owen said, biting my lobe.
Chris set his large hands on my hips and moved me forward and back, grinding me on both cocks. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t concentrate. My head fell back and I moaned. I was raw and hot inside. So hot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said, gripping Chris’s shoulder and Owen’s thigh.
“Say yes, baby,” Chris said, continuing to force my movements.
I wanted it faster, wanted to bounce. “So not fair,” I ground out. “I’m right there.”
They both chuckled, although Owen’s laughter sounded a little strained.
“Say yes,” Owen whispered, and then he pinched my nipples.
“Yesyesyes…”
Chris released his grip. I rose and fell, again and again, taking both of them deep, then lifting, sliding back down. I closed my eyes and concentrated o
n the sensations: hands gliding over my skin, rigid cocks stretching me. Sweat slicked my skin, and I moaned over and over.
Behind me, Owen bit my shoulder and shuddered.
I held still while he withdrew then slumped against Chris’s chest. He let me catch my breath, then rolled us, coming over me, his hands cupping my ass as he began rutting hard.
My orgasm built, making my body quiver, tightening my throat so that I keened like a wild thing.
He was relentless, stroking deep and hard, crooning in my ear, “Now, baby. Fuck, give it to me now.”
The pleasure shattered me, took me under. When the darkness receded, I was sandwiched by two hard bodies.
Owen tipped my chin to slant a kiss across my mouth. Chris nuzzled the edge of my jaw. He was still deep inside me, his erection beginning to soften, but he still moved, the motion of his rolling hips soothing me.
“Think we should make a trip next weekend?” Owen said.
“Mmmm… Sounds nice,” I said, my voice slurring because I was sleepy.
“Bobby could give us that room again.”
I laughed and opened my eyes, aiming a look behind me to see if he was serious. And by his happy grin, he was.
“Seriously? You don’t want something nicer with a spa package?”
“All we need’s a truck bed and a cooler. I’ve been thinking about what I could have done with all that ice. And we’ll give you your special request. There at the Cedar Inn.”
I laughed again and shook my head. When I turned to meet Chris’s gaze, his dark steady gaze held mine. I blew out a breath and pouted. “I’ll agree on one condition.”
“Name it,” he said in a growling voice.
I walked my fingers up his chest then raised one brow. “Bobby gets to watch.”
And just like that, his cock hardened inside me.
The Morning Ride
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With a schedule more predictable than the subway train she waited on, Sophie’s chest constricted as though a cinch slowly tightened around her ribs. Left breathless every morning as she waited on the platform beside the tracks, her odd affliction only intensified once she boarded. The journey never varied, beginning in Upper Manhattan and continuing southward. Her body had acquired the habit, reinforced not by some psychological disorder, but by the need for one specific miracle to occur every morning as she took her usual seat along the far wall of the car.
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