The Beauty's Beast

by Eddie Cleveland

  In all honesty, it doesn’t feel like the same place at all. My mouth drops open as I walk into the living room, now completely put together. I twirl in the middle of the room, in disbelief that they’ve made so much progress on moving day. When I first came here, it took me a month to get unpacked fully.

  “The place looks amazing,” I smile at my guests, both carefully watching me.

  “Thanks,” Luke responds. “That’s why we started so early today, we wanted to have it done by tonight,” he explains.

  I stare too long into his beautiful blue eyes, even after he has spoken. They’re hypnotic.

  “How about a drink?” He holds up the bottle I brought, breaking the spell.

  “Sounds great,” Jake agrees. I nod my head.

  “Make yourself comfortable,” Luke nods at the leather sofa across the room before disappearing into the kitchen.

  I take a seat and Jake joins me. For once, he’s not staring me down with his deep brown eyes. He’s not scowling or smug. Instead, he leans back and relaxes, like he hasn’t had the chance to sit down all day.

  Judging by this place, neither of them have.

  Luke returns with our drinks and sits on the chair across from us with a friendly smile.

  “So, you mentioned you work nights?” He breaks the ice.

  “Yeah, I’m a bartender at a whiskey bar downtown,” I answer and take a long gulp from my drink. It goes down smooth, tracing a warm trail down my throat.

  “Oh, cool. Is that where that guy came from?” He nods back at the door as if Chris is still standing out on the front lawn with a boombox.

  “Yeah, he came in for drinks one night and became obsessive,” I explain.

  “Not hard to see why,” Luke’s friendly smile evaporates from his face as his gaze freely explores the curves of my body.

  I clear my throat and look at Jake, who still hasn’t said a word. “So, what do you guys do for a living? Are you brothers? Or…?

  “Luke and I have been friends since we were kids,” Jake sits up taller and I notice how his muscular shoulders seem to grow even wider as he breathes in.

  “Yep, this guy has had my back since grade seven. Wouldn’t trade him for the world,” Luke agrees. “As for jobs, I dabble mostly. I like to think of myself as an artist.” He brushes his shaggy, blond locks from where they’ve fallen across his bronze-kissed forehead.

  In his skin-tight tee, I can’t help but notice his tightly coiled muscles and the deep cut ridges between his well-defined abs. For a second I picture my tongue running over every bump.

  “That’s Luke’s way of saying he doesn’t get paid well. He makes jewelry that he supposedly sells down at the beach. However, I think he spends more time on his board than at his table.”

  “Dude, the waves are my inspiration. I get my best ideas when it’s just me and the waves.”

  “I’ve never tried surfing,” I admit. “I’ve always wanted to though.”

  “You should totally come to the beach on your next day off with me. I’ll show you the ropes,” Luke’s blue eyes brighten at the thought.

  “Thanks, I might do that.”

  “Don’t thank me, if I get to see that bod in a bikini, I’m the one who should thank you,” he smiles.

  Normally, I enjoy a good game of cat and mouse, it’s pretty rare that I’ll go for someone so bold. However, I can’t help but smile at Luke. There’s something about him that’s incredibly sincere, and possibly, incredibly dirty. I like it.

  “Didn’t you say you’re a writer?” I turn in my seat and face Jake. His eyes narrow at Luke and then focus back at me.

  “No, I believe someone else mentioned that,” he keeps his lips pursed. So much for small talk.

  “Hey man, tell her what you write,” Luke eggs him on.

  Jake’s eyes flash as he gives his room mate a pointed look.

  “He writes dirty books,” Luke continues, “tell her, dude.”

  I watch as Jake sighs and takes a long drink from his glass, emptying it. “How about you get some more drinks, huh?” He hands his glass to Luke, and I follow suit.

  “Dirty books?” I don’t let him change the subject so easily. “What kind of dirty books?”

  Jake rubs his hand over his dark scruff as the corners of his full lips twitch. When he looks into my eyes, I feel like I might melt right here on the couch. His eyes are so intense, I can’t make myself look away.

  “The kind that make you pull your vibrator out from under the mattress because you get so worked up. The kind that get stuck in your head and make your heartbeat quicken when little flashes of the story run back through your mind. Those types.” His rich voice rumbles.

  “Yeah, he writes erotica. Real filthy stuff too, and chicks love it. You girls are a lot dirtier than you like to let on,” Luke returns to the room with drinks.

  I don’t answer. I slowly sip another glass of whiskey on the rocks as I think about how my own Kindle may have had a few stories like that on it from time to time. And by that, I mean tons of them right now. I wonder if I’ve read any of his?

  “What’s your last name?” I search through the files of my brain for any erotica author’s named Jake that I may have read.

  “It’s Black. But that’s not the name I write under.”

  “Well, what name do you write under,” I press him.

  “That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” he trails his fingers down my arm and the room suddenly feels warmer.

  “How do I know you’re not going to write some smutty story about me, hmmm?” I bite my lip and look up at him.

  “Well, that depends on whether or not you give me something to write about,” his eyes quickly flicker over me.

  “I’ve got an idea for you, why don’t you write about a hot redheaded girl who works at a bar?” I smile coyly.

  “I’ve got a better idea,” Jake closes the gap between us on the couch. “How about I write about a stunning woman with hair like the extinguishing deep reds of a sunset,” he runs his fingers under my chin and tilts my face up to his. “Who is completely ravaged by two men at the same time,” he draws his face closer until his lips are hovering over mine. I can’t believe how wet just the suggestion has made me. I can’t believe how much I want him, them, to paint that picture with their actions instead of words.

  “Show me,” I whisper, and Jake kisses me hard, his lips desperate for mine as I feel Luke sit behind me on the couch.

  Chapter 5 - MacKenzie

  I didn’t realize that a couch could feel so small. Flanked on each side by Jake and Luke, the delicate skin on my neck is being sucked, kissed and bitten from every direction, sending zaps of electricity down to my clit.

  Jake pulls up my shirt, sliding his large hands under the hem as I hold my hands up in the air. His strong, tattooed arms flex as he tugs me free from the fabric. Behind me, Luke makes quick work of unclasping my bra, exposing my breasts.

  Jake’s breath teases my skin as he leans over me, billowing over my taut nipples. Pushing my arms together in front of me, I squeeze them together so my breasts invite his mouth to taste them. His wet tongue presses into my skin, tracing the side of my breast before hungrily pulling my nipple into the warmth of his mouth. I mewl as he teases each breast, dancing his tongue over my diamond-hard nipples in tantalizing strokes.

  “Pull up your skirt,” Luke’s voice is ragged with passion. I pull the fabric up around my waist, his fingers slide under the elastic band of my panties as he guides them down my legs. No sooner than he tosses them to the floor, he puts his mouth on my trimmed pussy. The heat of his mouth makes me grind against his lips in anticipation.

  I can’t imagine what his tongue will feel like pressed into my pussy when only the warmth of his skin and the steam of his breath already has me on the edge. Luke licks his tongue over the opening of my mound and pushes open my swollen lips. I twist my skirt in my hands, holding it close so I can watch as Jake suckles and nibbles at my breasts while Luke kisses my pu
ssy on his knees. I watch him flatten his pink tongue, delving in between my lips, sweeping it upward until a pulse of electricity zaps through my core as he finds my clit.

  I gasp as he rolls his tongue over my sensitive nub, but get used to the heightened feeling developing between my legs. He flicks small strokes against my clit, making my ass tense up and clench as a warm feeling builds in my belly. His licking picks up and he twists his tongue over my clit in every direction driving me to the brink of my sanity.

  I rock my hips toward his face, pushing his mouth down harder until a wave of ecstasy washes over me overwhelming my senses, making me shut my eyes and roll my head back. Another, stronger wave crashes through me. I cry out at the unexpected euphoria that pulses through me, shooting out through my limbs. Luke looks up at me with a satisfied smirk.

  “How about we take this party upstairs,” Luke stands up and extends his hand to me. I let him help me from the puddle I’m melting into on the couch, wearing only my skirt, I hurry up behind him on the stairs as Jake follows me, getting a full view of my naked ass in his face.

  As we walk down the hall my knees are still so weak from my orgasm I have to cling onto both men for support. I enter the bedroom and only glance at the full, oversized bookcase and art on the walls to know without asking that it’s Jake’s. Everything is so neat, so perfect. It looks like a set for a movie not like a place someone actually lives. I look around the room for something, anything to be out of place, but nothing is.

  Luke walks up behind me and pulls me back against him, I can feel the hard outline of his erection pressing into my ass as he grinds into me. Jake strips down quickly, ripping off his tank top and revealing that the tattoos covering his arms also travel across his pecs and over his shoulders. Luke pulls my earlobe into his mouth and slides a couple of fingers inside my pussy. I clench down tightly as Jake drops his pants and shows that he wasn’t exaggerating earlier about his cock. I let my straps fall and he takes off my bra casting it aside as well.

  Moving around me Luke takes my breast in his mouth, kissing my sensitive nipples softly. He releases my breast from the pleasure of his mouth only long enough to tug his shirt off and toss it onto the floor beside us in a crumpled pile. I admire his fit physique, smoothing my hands down his brawny shoulders and down over his defined pecs, I notice how tiny my fingers look stretched across his strapping chest.

  “You like being a dirty girl, don’t you?” Jake growls in my ear, swooping in behind me and effortlessly picks me up, leaving Luke to strip his pants. Dropping me down onto his bed Jake’s thick cock swings in my face.

  Lowering my hands, I traverse across the six pronounced muscles in his stomach, which appeared to have been carved from stone. This allows my fingers to graze against the hollows between his well-defined abs.

  “I do,” my heart is pounding with excitement and my throat is dry as I utter the words.

  “Good girl,” Jake answers. “Now are you a really good girl? Are you on the pill?” He asks as he wraps his heavy hand in my long hair.

  “I am,” my voice is almost caught in my throat as I imagine these two gorgeous men fucking me hard, without protection. I don’t mean to let out the deep, guttural moan that escapes my lips as I picture them both filling me with their cum.

  Jake guides my face down to his cock and I waste no time taking him in my mouth. I feel the bed move under Luke’s weight as he moves in behind me and I immediately submit to his hand as he pushes me down onto all fours.

  Luke rubs the head of his dick against the outside of my pussy and I position my hips to accept him. Jake holds my hair tight in his hand, his eyes full of fire as he watches more and more of his length disappear down my throat.

  Luke pushes his member into my pussy all the way down to the hilt. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back against him as he bottoms out. His balls slap against my clit, making me groan with bliss.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  I answer in moans, vibrating my lips on Jake’s cock, making him grunt in appreciation.

  They both start fucking me hard. I bounce back and forth between them, I moan and grunt with pleasure as they find their rhythm on either end me. Their cocks plunge into me like pistons in a well-oiled machine. Their pace picks up. Harder. Faster. We speak in garbled grunts and moans as I bounce between them feeling stretched and filled to my limit.

  Suddenly, Jake pulls free from my vacuumed lips and Luke follows his lead also pulling out of my tight pussy. At first, I think they want to switch places, but when Jake jumps off the bed, I get confused.

  “Where are you going?” My voice is raspy.

  “Not far,” he smiles, stopping at his night side table and pulling open the drawer. I can see his grab a bottle from inside, and he holds it up in front of my face. “A dirty girl like you deserves to be fucked properly.” He opens the cap and pours some of the clear lotion onto his hand in a pool. “I want to put my cock here,” his fingers slide up between the cheeks of my ass and a shiver of passion runs through me, “while Luke fucks you here.” He leans over my pussy and swipes his tongue over me making me cry out.

  I’ve never taken two guys like this before. It’s as thrilling as it is overwhelming. Thinking of feeling both of them inside me down there at the same time is making me wetter than I’ve ever been.

  Luke lies on his back on the bed and pulls on my arms, “Come here, get on top of me,” he coaxes me.

  “Okay,” in a simple word I give my permission to be taken, by both of them. Butterflies float through me as I slide my pussy over Luke’s girth. He grunts with approval as I tense up around him, trying to relax as Jake slides his lube covered thumb into my asshole. I twist as he expertly maneuvers his thumb, helping me get ready for what’s to come.

  Below me, Luke pulls my pebbled nipple into his mouth, his fingers are laced with mine and he pulls my arms over my head as he teases me. Behind me, I can feel Jake position himself and liberally lubricate his huge cock with more of the shimmering liquid.

  Jake slowly, but firmly pushes the tip of his cock between my spread ass cheeks and stops when he meets my body’s resistance. “Relax,” he rubs his hand over my ass, and I try to listen. He pushes his thick cock inside and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full.

  The two men find their rhythm in fucking me, one in my ass and one in my pussy as I let the unbridled ecstasy flood my senses. I feel like I’m riding a wave of pleasure and that Luke and Jake are providing the waves. I’ve never felt anything like this before, it’s amazing.

  Jake’s legs vibrate behind me as a shudder overtakes him. He fills my ass, still holding me in place as his thick seed fills me up. The sensation of his cum emptying into me drives me wild, an unexpected orgasm ripples through me making me clench my pussy tight around Luke’s cock.

  Luke groans as he thrusts deep into my pussy, his cum spurting into me as I milk every last drop from him. He pulls out and collapses back onto the bed, and Jake carefully pulls free from my tight ass and lies on the other side. I join them, snuggling between each of them as they bookend me from either side. I feel so safe and warm between them, their naked bodies pressed against me.

  Our panting fills the room as we struggle to gain composure. It feels like an eternity before I’m able to speak. “That was amazing.”

  “We thought you might enjoy yourself.” I can feel Luke’s grin against my shoulder.

  “So, what happens now? With the three of us?”

  “What would you like to happen, MacKenzie?” Jake questions me, pulling me a little closer to him.

  “I want to keep being with both of you,” I answer truthfully.

  “Well, I don’t see why that can’t be the case,” he responds.

  “We don’t mind sharing.” Luke agrees.

  As we drift off into a slumber, I can’t help but think of the expression ‘friends with benefits.’ It’s supposed to be the best of both worlds, but I think I’ve done one better. Looking at each of my neighbors w
ith benefits, I smile and let myself drift off into a deep, satisfied sleep.

  THE END

  3

  Reel Love

  Chapter 1 - Chris

  I slam on the brake and let the people gathered at the crosswalk go. “Pay attention to the road,” I scold myself.

  It’s hard to do. Especially after being shut down so hard by Mackenzie. Humiliation rolls like waves in my mind as the recent sting of rejection still burns in my cheeks. I hated seeing her there, sandwiched between those two jock types. My gut twists up in a knot as I think about how smug they looked.

  “Figures,” I mutter to my empty car. Women are always the same. They say they want romance. They want a grand gesture. Then you show up with a boom box over your head, an incredible love song playing and an open heart bleeding on your sleeve and they decide to go with a couple of guys who just want to use her for her body.

  I shake my head and pull into the parking lot alongside the park. Whatever, I’m not about to let her ruin my whole night. I pull my keys out of the ignition and grab my boom box before heading out the door.

  I scan the sprawling green space before me. The grass is littered with blankets of cozy couples, some dressed up for the occasion and some not. At the front of the lawn is a huge inflatable movie screen with the first feature already playing.

  Damn, I’m late! And it’s my favorite John Hughes film starting off the 80’s marathon. I edge my way up the side of the crowd, smiling down at my vintage high-tops as I step carefully around fellow movie lovers until I find an opening.

  Whatever, if Mackenzie would rather spend her time being treated like a Chinese finger trap instead of spending her night with a gentleman like me, then it’s her loss.

  I let myself get lost in the moment on screen. Watching as the brat pack all sulk during their Saturday detention. Is it sad that I always wished I could get put in a weekend detention? I fantasized about being like Brian Johnson and finding love with my very own Allison Reynolds. Or Claire Standish. I wasn’t picky. I just wanted to find a girl who could appreciate me.